#yandere bungo stray dogs ranpo edogawa

[mxdarling]

["did you miss me? because i really missed you" / "no! i'm not going anywhere and neither are you! we're stuck together now, i'll make sure of it"]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: the greatest detective, will never leave your side and neither will you leave his.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1.8k

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] my first bsd work LOLL god when I say I was writing this with trembling hands I wouldn't be lying, I was so scared to write for him even though he's one of my favs fufuu I just hate mischaracterization and i don't wanna fuck this up, anyways thank you anon for requesting ranpo with #30 and #22! it has been my pleasure to write for him LOLL enjoy!!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, they/them prns, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, ranpo sits on reader's lap, mentions of stalking, implied reader being blackmailed by ranpo, reader is taller than ranpo, non consensual kissing (cheeks & lips), ranpo licks reader's fingers, eavesdropping.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

RANPO EDOGAWA, the greatest detective in the world, one who could solve a case in under 3 seconds, your annoying and childlike coworker, the one who has no ability, is currently following you around like a lost child. this has been going on for—at least, 4 minutes max—just him trailing a few centimeters behind as you continue to walk to your destination. in all fairness, when he found out you were going to the grocery store, he immediately jumped into the conversation and decided by himself that he's going to join you during your trip.

"areee weeeee there yet? i don't remember the journey to the store being this long!" a loud whine comes out of ranpo's mouth, worsening your mood as you hear his whiny voice, the kind you'd hear from a 6-year-old child who is simply too impatient to wait for their turn. from your peripheral vision, you could see several people looking at the two of you, ranging from confusion to judgmental stares. his shoulders are down, making him have a slouched body posture as he walks behind you in a more lazier manner than you, who is so close to speed stomping and leaving him behind.

"are we ther- hey! wait up!"

scratch that last thought, you're going to have a pleasant trip to the grocery store and you're going to leave him behind if that's what it takes to have peace of mind.

(fortunately for him, you didn't. your dislike for attention proves to be something he could use to his advantage, seeing how you crumbled under the feeling of many eyes turned towards you two when he whined and cried in the middle of the sidewalk, making a scene in broad daylight, taking his wrist in your grip, and dragging him along to your destination, making him match your speedy pace. he'll definitely keep this in mind for future use.)

the office was quiet, and you were alone in the room—switching between writing and reading a bunch of papers piled up near where you're sitting. despite having gone through just a few pieces of paper, the weight on your shoulders and back has gotten rather heavy, like you didn't stretch your limbs beforehand after waking up from your 5-hour rest. the silence was odd, to say the least, not that it wasn't unwelcome; it just made you curious about what your co-workers were up to, which made them not present in the office today. maybe yosano is out shopping, maybe kunikida and dazai were out chasing down criminals, and whatnot, maybe atsushi is helping out to solve a case with... him. the oh so great detective, fucking ranpo.

as much as he preached about how great he is and how everyone else in the detective agency respects and admires him, you were quite indifferent towards him in general. you aren't sure what everyone sees in him or what makes him so interesting that he's able to get this much attention—in other words, he's just plain boring in your eyes. actually, scratch that; he's more than boring; he's an absolute brat. he's whiny, always munching on his snacks so loudly, refusing to do work or cases sometimes, and acting like his super deduction is an ability. what's even worse is that he seems so determined to bother you constantly, every chance he gets. rarely are you left alone and left to breathe from the overwhelming detective—even if you are given a moment of peace, he'd come running back acting like an even bigger headache for you.

"(nameeeeeee)!" filling up the room with his shout, he pushed open the door with such force that it banged so loudly that the noise echoed to the other side. you could feel his attention on your back as silence once again filled the room. in the most coincidental (and worst) timing, the headache you were talking shit in your head comes into the office—a dreadful pit building up in your stomach as you mentally pray in your head for whatever ranpo is going to put you through this time. you could hear the skip in his footsteps. every step he takes, more sweat starts rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and imagine a life without ranpo, without the suffocation of love and attention he gives you, without the anxious thoughts of being followed on your way home (you have major suspicions that it's ranpo but have nothing solid to prove it's him), without him blackmailing you into compliance, without-

dragging you out of your inner thoughts, the headache makes impactful contact with your back. "did you miss me? because i really missed you!" he says in a cheerful tone, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight grip and rubbing his cheeks against yours like someone would greet their lover when they miss them so much (he's doing it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, you think). to further prove your point, he smashes his lips against your cheek, not once, not twice, but multiple times in the same and adjacent areas of your cheek. if this had happened to you several months ago, the simple act of him trying to wrap his arms around your shoulders would make you go away from him as fast and as far as possible—even more so if he tried to kiss you, your water bills would skyrocket through the roof for how much time you would spend in the bathroom trying to scrub away the kiss on your cheek.

"no i didn't, actually" having gotten used to his (non-consensual) affection towards you, his actions do not faze you; on the outside, that is, there still remains that pit of disgust you used to have all those months ago. those urges to swat his body away from yours to give yourself some space are still there, yet you do nothing to act on any of them. you simply decide to indulge in whatever antics he has up his sleeves this time for the next few hours of your day—not that you had a choice, anyway.

(several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times he intentionally ignores it for his own benefit. the one time he went overboard was when he made himself comfortable on your lap, handed you several sweet snacks you assumed he got from his secret stash, and forced you to hand-feed him until he was satisfied. to say this stunt of his hindered your productivity would be an understatement. you were way behind your planned schedule by the time you finished hand-feeding him all the sweet snacks.

just as you were about to ask him to get off, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, saying something about "there's still some crumbs left!" which confused the fuck out of you until you felt the wet sensation of a tongue licking your fingers. the horrors expressed on your face seemed to further encourage the amused ranpo, as he started sucking on your fingers too! neither of you two brought up that incident again, though you're glad he hasn't done this again; you aren't sure how well you were going to handle the next one.)

"i guess you could say smart men are my type," you say rather subconsciously without any thought or care of your co-workers' reaction to your answer, instead putting all your focus on your computer screen and continuing to type away as you hear several gasps and 'no way's from your left side.

"(name), are you.. sure smart men are your type?" there was hesitation in their voice, disbelief even—like they didn't believe you the first time. "uhh.. yeah? i didn't really give much thought, but intelligence is hot, i guess," you said once again, answering in the same manner you did the first time. you weren't sure what they were trying to get out of this conversation, but if you had to guess, most likely they're attempting to set you up on a blind date. "..alright, if you say so.." they say, ultimately ending the conversation and switching topics to avoid making the awkwardness linger in the atmosphere.

(little did you and your co-workers know, the great detective was listening in on the whole conversation. hearing every word that came out of your mouth, to say he stumbled upon your little talk on accident would be a lie—he doesn't go to such lengths without a reason. to say he's surprised by your type of men like your co-workers were would be another lie, but he's quite puzzled. if smart men are your type, why do you always seem to give the expression that you're disgusted by him? no matter, as a detective, it's his job to uncover every bit of mystery and solve for all the missing pieces.)

stepping out of the building, bidding farewell to your co-workers, and parting ways as you walk to your house, taking extra caution by putting your keys between your fingers in case you were to be stalked by someone, especially a certain someone you've been trying to avoid all day long...

"(naaameeeee)!!" and speak of the devil; he shows up to come and ruin your day just when you're about to go home—how fun. you let out a tired sigh and turned around to see ranpo running towards you at full speed. the sight set off alarm bells in your head, so on impulse, you tried to get out of his way and hoped he ran too fast that he ended up hitting a light pole straight in the face. yet it seems this day of yours wouldn't be so lucky, because suddenly he grabs your shirt, pulls you a little lower to his height, and then kisses you on the lips.

your eyes widen in shock, momentarily stunned for a second, before you feel your instincts kick in and roughly push him away.

"ranpo, what the fuc-!?"

suddenly you feel an unexpected impact hitting your chest, emitting a surprising noise from your mouth, making you cut off mid-sentence. ranpo buries his face underneath your chin, rubbing against your skin with his cheek like it's a pillow—opening your mouth. you tried to protest once more against him, but nothing came out. the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrap around your torso and your arms holding you in a tight grip, sending the message that he doesn't want to let you go. after what felt like eternity to you, he looks up and shows you the poutiest expression you've ever seen him make.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you! we're stuck together now; i'll make sure of it!"

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[yandere-romanticaa]

It's 3 a.m. You've been walking the streets of Yokohama for days, in a total psychotic delirium. You know that you have been hunted and observed for several weeks. [They] are spying on you, [they] want to know you are safe, and above all, to control you.

However, you have been on the run for too long, [they] need your presence. You occupy [their] thoughts all day long. At the bend of an alley, mentally exhausted, you hear footsteps approaching yours, then you recognize a familiar voice.

"Hello! What a coincidence to find you here! What are you doing here?" in a benevolent tone but which betrayed a certain haste.

What a relief, it's Poe and Ranpo! [They] have been watching over you since you know [them]. You will finally be safe now...

Well, that's how [they] wanted you to feel... and [they] succeeded.

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[cloudyyoimiya]

hi, i love your writing!

could you do yandere ranpo, chuuya, dazai and atsushi with a s/o who’s really sleepy all the time? basically like, anemic like fyodor 💀

no stop this ask is like a callout post. i sleep all of the time during the day and i stay up all night… i should probably fix that LMAO. anon, you and i may or may not be anemic. /j anyways yes i love this request! thank you for requesting!! <3

Their Darling Is Always Sleepy; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Atsushi Nakajima, and Chuuya Nakahara

Format: Headcanons

Possible warnings: Yandere content, dark themes, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of non-consensual drug usage

Osamu Dazai

When he first met you he took note of your trait of sleeping all of the time. At first it concerned him since he thought that it might have been a health condition, but when he found out that it wasn't, he found it absolutely adorable.

He would bring you pillows so you can nap comfortably on your desk, or sometimes he’d even bring a spare blanket to the agency for you.

Sometimes he’d find you sleeping around the agency’s office, or he’d find you sleeping in a booth at the café downstairs. He’d of course let you sleep because someone as adorable as you deserves your beauty rest, no?

Though, sometimes he’d get slightly frustrated because he wanted to spend more time with you. You would know when you ticked him off by his tone of voice. If he was more whiny then usual, then that was your telltale sign of to stay awake for him.

More often than not you’d wake up to his coat draped on your shoulders, acting as a makeshift blanket. You told him more than once that he didn’t need to do this for you, but he insisted on doing this for you.

Eventually when he fell in love with you, he’d become paranoid about your sleeping habits. He knew that you were very capable of protecting yourself, but what if someone took advantage of you while you were sleeping? And what if he wasn’t there to protect you? He absolutely hated the thought.

After all, evil expects evil.

He didn’t want anything bad happening to you. You may have not known it then, but you were his lifeline. If something happened to you, then he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

After a few weeks of contemplating on what he should do, he eventually kidnapped you.

Terribly enough, he took you while you were napping. He did exactly what he feared what would happen to you. A part of him felt awful, but another part was happy that you were finally safe in his arms.

He knew that you’d never leave him.

You like him far too much for that.

Ranpo Edogawa

To put it in short, he absolutely loved your ability to sleep anywhere. In fact it’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you. He found it absolutely adorable! How could he not?! He got to see your adorable sleeping face!

In fact, seeing you nap was his motivation for each day. He absolutely loved seeing you so at peace. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

When you two first got into a more normal relationship, he’d often nap with you if he wasn’t on a case. He absolutely loved to snuggle up to you and close his eyes. It was very relaxing to him.

Ranpo would keep a blanket and two pillows in a closet reserved only for the two of you. Fukuzawa of course approved of this for some reason. Maybe it was because Ranpo talked him into it?

Sometimes you’d find that you were more tired than usual. This would always happen after Ranpo offered you a drink as well. Surly he wouldn’t drug you just so he could cuddle you, right? He’s not that insane, right?

If you ever wanted to snack on something right after you woke up, then he’d let you eat some of his food. He is obsessed with you after all. Why wouldn’t he show you his love like this?

When you started to not want to nap with anymore, that’s when his obsessive tendencies started to kick in. How dare you not want to cuddle with the greatest detective anymore? You said it was because that you were starting to get sweaty from the constant affections since it was the summer months, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.

After all, he is quite childish.

When he decided to kidnap you, he gave you a higher dosage of the sleeping drug that he would give you. It wasn’t enough to cause permanent damage, no, but it was enough to have you asleep for a whole day if he was lucky.

Now that you’re with him, he’ll make sure that the two of you nap and or cuddle whenever he gets the chance. He’s very clingy towards you because he loves you oh so much.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Atsushi Nakajima

When he first met you, you were napping at your desk. Originally he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you somehow managed to change his view on that just by being lazy and sleeping while on the clock.

He absolutely found your ability to sleep anywhere adorable, but also slightly concerning. He was overly cautious of what might happen to you. What if the Port Mafia went to strike while you were sleeping? What if the agency got in danger? What if some one tried to kill you?

He got very anxious because of these things. He knew he wasn’t being rational, but still, those thoughts clouded his brain. He couldn’t get them out of his head, and he hated it.

When you went home for the day to take yet another nap, he would follow you home and watch you through a window. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had to make sure that you’d be alright.

You’re the light of his life.

When you were sleeping in the office, he’d always make sure to move right near you just in case of an emergency. Though, he’d do this once he was sure that you were asleep. Because of his ability allowing him to hear slightly better than others, he’d only come near you once your breathing became more steady.

Sometimes your coworkers would coo at the two of you. They honestly thought that you were dating because of how clingy the weretiger was.

You’d have to explain to them that you’re just friends, and that wounded Atsushi. He wouldn’t let that show though.

Atsushi wouldn’t resort to kidnapping out of worry for you. No, not at all. What he’d do is make sure to stay near you at all times. He’s guilt trip you into moving in with him because he was just that worried about you.

Once he was able to always keep a watchful eye on you, he’d start to relax. He’d let you sleep without any worrying on his end.

Just don’t leave him, alright?

He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you left.

Chuuya Nakahara

When he first found out about your tendencies to sleep anywhere at any given time, he was a tad bit concerned for your health. He knew that wasn’t normal, so when he asked you about it you made sure to assure him that it’s just something you do. You had to repeatedly tell him that you’re fine.

Once he got more used to your ability to sleep like that, he found it adorable. He liked that you trusted him enough to nap around him without a care in the world. He liked that if anything happened, he would be the one to save you.

Much like Dazai, sometimes he’d drape his coat over your shoulders so you could have a makeshift blanket. Or if it just so happened to be too bright in the room, he’d give you his hat so you could put it over your face to block out the light.

Though, sometimes he’d find your constant napping somewhat annoying. He wanted to spend time with you, especially on his rare days off! He didn’t just want to watch you sleep.

Because of this, on his days off you are forced to stay awake and be with him at all times. If you fell asleep or strayed away from him, then he’d get quite angry with you. He wouldn’t hurt you, no not in the slightest, but he’d lightly threaten you. After a few times you got the message and you’ve been by his side ever since.

More often than not he’d coax you into sleeping over at his place. The reasons he gave you to do so were simple; his house was on the larger side, and you’d be more comfortable.

Those reasons were true, yes, but he also left out the part where he’d watch you nap almost obsessively.

Sometimes he’d carry you to his bed and tuck you in for the night. He loved moments like those because it made him feel like your actual boyfriend.

Chuuya wouldn’t kidnap you because of your tendencies to sleep whenever you get the chance. Well, maybe he would if something bad happened to you, but that would be in the future and it would be a huge ‘what if’ scenario.

Just don’t leave your guard dog, alright?

[eroslove88]

You're a Grown Woman

Warnings: Noncon, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome :(!, PTSD, and throwing up (just mentioned)

Pairing: Yan. Ranpo x Fem. Reader

Notes: Ass writing from the long break, but I hope you all enjoy I saw this in my drafts from months ago and thought it was time to share it! :).

It's been months since you were properly able to answer your phone, and the slightest vibration from a notification makes you tense up. Your mom walks up from behind up she talks to you, but you can't hear her, and your mind is somewhere else thinking about your afternoon. An afternoon of... confronting? "Mom..." you whisper touching her hand with was softly placed on your shoulder, "He's... What if he hears the podcast?" she crouches down in front of you and grabs your hands, and gives them a light squeeze, "Don't worry sweetie, you're saf-"

Your phone dings and you eagerly pick it up. 'Hey, still struggling with physics? ;)' a blush spreads throughout your face and you start typing some sort of gibberish before deleting it, 'Sorta... i think i mite get a tutor :(' But your ears heat up, his icon appears and you desperately watch as the three dots fade in and out. 'I can help you <3'

The drive to the studio is long and your support group is practically blowing up your phone with supportive messages. "Hey," at the red light your mom turns to you brushes your hair with her fingers, you stiffen at the unexpected feeling, "It's going to be okay, don't worry." You put your phone down into the cup holder letting your friends message just marinate on your phone.

"Sorry I'm late" a laugh escapes your lips as you drag your bag with large textbooks, notebooks, folders and pencil pouches, "I didn't think you lived across town" Ranpo snickers at your red, sweaty face, "Came in a rush?" he teases, "So desperate to see me" Ranpo leads you his hand on your back. You feel your face turn red with a heavy blush, "I-uh-I have a curfew." You're so stuck in your head you don't seem to notice your heading towards the basement until, "Oh-uh Ranpo-" he cuts you off taking the key out of his pocket, "My room is in the basement" You turn around and touch his forearm, "Let's study in the-" his finger goes to your lips, "What?" he chuckles, "Are you scared?" No. You were nervous. Your crush is inviting you down to his room. Shaking your head you watch as he pushes open the door. You're biting your bottom lip as you make your way down the stairs, and you're so nervous you don't notice how quiet Ranpo is. You take his room in, there's a stand for... "You sketch?" you ask with a chuckle putting your bag down and taking out your textbook. "That's so unexpected" he's quiet... Did you say something wrong? "Uh... Where should I sit?" he didn't have a desk and- his coat is coming off oh god... It's hot in here. "You didn't think we were really going to study, did you?" The dim light hits his face so that his smile is slim, long, and uncomfortably filled with satisfaction.

"How long were you kept there?" a woman's voice brings you back, so you turn back. "What? I'm sorry..." she smiles softly and repeats herself as if it wasn't a burden, "How long were you kept there with-" "About 3 years... I think- I don't really know- I went missing" you're answering rushed, but you paused to look at your mom for conformation, "the 21st of March?" she nods and you turn back to the interviewer. Your mom's eyes are tearing up and she turns away from you. "Wow... And do you believe that it would have been longer if you hadn't escaped?"

You're breathing heavily, and your chest burns you weren't built for running. A few minutes ago you were practically jogging to his home, and now here you were trying to run as fast and as far away as you could from it. His footsteps were gone- or maybe it was from the panic. He lived in the rural area of the town and you couldn't believe that the nearest busy street was over a mile away- you think. How would you know? Your phone was in your bag on the floor of his room- a loud bang rings and there's a ringing in your ear. You feel a great amount of pain in your leg that spreads and your mouth hangs open. Hands shake when you fall to your side, a deep loud scream is ripped from your throat. Your head is shaking violently, screams aren't enough, you feel your face contort- you must look ugly right now-, you don't even notice when his footsteps are too close to comfort. "Oh, poor thing" he crouches down and grabs your leg making a new round of screams come out of your throat you almost sounded inhumane. What you wanted to do was yell "N-No!" or to beg him to stop.

"What did your everyday life look like?" she asks

"R-Ranpo!" you yell tears streaming down your face, "Please! You can't leave me here." Hours or days? You had no idea how long you had been left down here, and you can't help but take a look around the room you're locked in. He told you it was his. Drawings of him that were in your notebook were now pinned up on the wall with tics, and you now realize there was no real bed, but just a mattress on the floor. A part of you wants to jump up and rip the old, trashy drawings you made of him off the wall, but you can't jump. Actually almost every movement makes your leg hurt so bad you want to cry out in pain, but you don't. Instead you stare at them along with his past projects he used to show you and you'd stupidly fawn over. I mean they were good, but he didn't deserve the praise (at least not now).

"Do you believe that Ranpo's intentions were to hurt you?" the interviewer asked leaning into the mic. You think and then look over to where your mom should've been, but she was gone. She got up and left covering her teary face, "No... I think he loved me..." you mumbled playing with your hands, "There were times where I felt it." a small smile form on your face.

"Are you hungry?" you heard his teasing sounding voice ask from up the stairs. You stare up at him as he peaks his head in, and you nod slightly. It was times like this where it was nice, he'd come in and feed you dishes he knew you liked while talking to you about his day at work. "I didn't want to leave you alone for too long so I've requested a leave of absence for" with finger quotes, " 'my mental health' "he rolls his eyes and scoops up another chunk of the rice, "Here comes the airplane" you state at him wide eyed, "Vrooom!" but you open your mouth anyways with a small smile, that doesn't go unnoticed.

"-but other times," your smile falls, "you can tell that his love was just purely an obsession. He was smart, but not human understanding smart."

"G-get off of me!" you yell, your good leg tries to kick him off, but to no avail he grabs it and stares at you from in between your legs. He smiles at you and yawns, "So boring, I didn't want to fight, just have a good time" you shake your head with blurred vision. He picks you up and plops you down on the mattress, that you now realize was elevated for "just being a mattress on the floor". He unbuttons his shirt with hand while the other works on his belt, and you can't help but just stare at him, you hated how attractive he still looked now, "Turned on?" you scoff a this question. "Don't worry, I don't blame you." he drags you by your legs closer to him, "Who wouldn't love a genius like myself?" he chuckles pushing your panties to the side. "R-Ranpo..." your hand reaches to grab his forearm, "Don't..." you plea. He kisses your hand and whispers, "I'll try to be gentle." Angeling his hips to face your entrance you can't help but lift up and take a peak at his cock, and it was nothing special; not so tame black hair, not very wide, slightly above average length (not that you had anything to compare it to), and little pearls of precum decorated the tip. "Like what you see?" he asks pushing you down, "Remember, this won't hurt if you behave." it hurts, and he gives you no time to adjust. You grips the sheetless mattress, biting your lips to suppress the groans and whimpers of pain from leaving. He's slow, at first, then he speeds it up angeling himself to hit you deeper. You can hear his heavy breaths, or maybe it was your own, he stares at you- not not at you, but your bra less torso, if it weren't for the large shirt on you he'd be able to see your bouncing tits. That doesn't stop your nipples from peaking out tho, you groan as his hands pinch your hard nubs, "Ah-" you shriek. 'Did he use his nails?' You can hear his giggles from between breaths, "You're... You're such a masochist." and maybe he was right, who would get turned on while getting raped an their nipples were being pinched. His hands leave your tits and move into your mons pubis, he massages the mass and you find yourself grinding against his hand with pleasure. You release small whimpers, it felt good, before he trails down to your clit, and it felt even better. "No-No. R-Ranp- stop." you felt ashamed. "Why?" he smirks, "I'm making it enjoyable for both of us. You shake your head, "No, p-please. I- I don't want to... fin-finish" he laughs, "What's wrong, never mmd yourself come before?" you get silent. It's not like this was on your radar, and like it was so easy. You just keep crying as he picks up his thrusting pace, "Am I- No. Am I going- going to make you cum for the first time?" he laughs, obnoxiously, "This can't- can't get any better!" Oh but the sensation could, it was all so overwhelming, his cock handled the emptiness you felt inside while he hand massaged your core. Your breathing picks until and your back arches, instinctively your mouth open and you let out a deep groan, your body tenses as you come on his cock. "How embarrassing, if you didn't want this, why did you finish before me?" he pouts, "How unfair!"

You're in between breaks and you decide to use the bathroom. You'll never admit this to anyone, but sometimes you miss how "not empty" Ranpo made you feel. Maybe he wasn't so bad, no, you wash this thoughts away as you splash some water on your face. Just before you reach for the knob you find your chest tensing before your crouch over the toilet, only bile came out. Walking out of the bathroom you realize you feel unwell and you can't continueile this, every step feels like you're not you, and it all feels like an out of body experience- or maybe you were being to selfaware, "M-mom..." you whisper, "I'm n-not feeling well," she nods and talks to your interviewer, her name was well out of your head at the moment. At home you rush to your room without saying a word, he stole 3 years of your life, you're a grown woman living with her mother and all you want to do is breakdown because you're a grown woman who can't leave the house without he mommy. You're a grown woman, yet you can't help but breakdown on the corner of your bed, "It's ok hun~" he coos placing a hand on your shoulder. No matter how much you hate him, Ranpo will always be apart of you, so you can't blame yourself for latching onto him and crying on his shoulder. Maybe running away wasn't for the best. If you had known how your life was outside of Ranpo's home you would've stayed, "Let's go home, hun." his voice is soft as he caresses your hair.

[kotton-kandy953]

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➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.1k┆warnings: death, kidnapping, blood, murder, ranpo can drive, inaccuracies in detective/police work┆a/n: I really thought I ate with the plot but then it just got thrown out the window near the end. I hope you like it, nonetheless! Merry Christmas!! ^^ (not entirely proofread/unrelated to my current event)

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

➛ yandere!ranpo e. x fem!reader

⤷ 𝕴𝕿

was a normal day at the detective agency today. Ranpo, as usual, was noisily rustling a bag of chips he has been eating out of for the past 15 minutes. The dark haired detective had his feet propped up on his desk as someone approached him.

Looking up, Ranpo’s eyes fixed on Kunikida who had stopped at his desk. The blond held a couple of papers in his arms, some stapled together and others on their lonesome.

“Ranpo,” Kunikida cleared his throat, “There have been serval reports on a missing woman in the Yokohama area, and I’d like to see your view on the case. If you’re interested, that is.”

Still eating out his bag of chips, he turned in his chair to face his coworker with an amused smile; his feet falling from his desk. “Seriously!?” He exclaimed rather excitedly, “It better be something worth my time!”

“I wanted to ask you because I’m pretty sure you knew this woman if I am not mistaken. Not only that, but she has been missing for so long that her case had gone cold. All police have given up after almost a year.”

Kunikida continues, “But the woman’s family is relentless. They won’t stop until they get answers, even if she turns out dead in the end.”

With that, the blond spread out the papers in his arms on Ranpo’s desk scattered with empty candy wrappers and half-empty bottles of soda. The papers consisted of reports about your last known whereabouts, the clothes you were wearing, and a description of your appearance.

“Her case is very strange, in a way. She showed up to work that morning like she always did, but once she left the building, no one has seen her since. There was a witness testimony saying that she had entered someone else’s vehicle but there was no evidence to prove so.”

At his words, Ranpo reached into his pocket and pulled out his “special” glasses and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. He lazily ran his green eyes over and over the papers until his eyes landed on a picture. A picture of the missing woman in question.

A picture that made his blood run cold.

A small gasp escaped his lips as his eyes went wide in visible shock.

“What…?” He whispered, barely audible over the noise of rustling of paper filling the room as he brings the photo closer. The photo was attached to yet another paper, describing her appearance, profession, ect.

But something that he just couldn’t pry his lingering eyes off of was her name. His irises ran over the bolded text over and over again until the words didn’t even look like legible characters anymore.

“Kunikida…” he muttered almost silently, “Could you… could you tell me her first and last name?”

“Oh, her name?” He asked, confused. Surely Ranpo could’ve seen it already, but nonetheless, the blond replied.

“Her name is Y/n L/n.”

“…”

“Ranpo?”

“Oh- uh… sorry. I just…” He paused, desperately trying to gather his bearings, “I just lost my appetite.”

He crumpled up the half-eaten bag of chips and tossed them in the trash.

“So Ranpo, do you think you can find her?”

ONE YEAR AGO

“I am not going out with you, Ranpo!” You giggled at your best friend’s romantic advances, “Plus, I’m not even looking for anyone right now.”

“Really?” He tilted he head to the side as he pulled a sucker out of his mouth. He pointed it towards you in a playful manner.

“Well I can change that, Y/n! Just give me a chance, alright?” Before you could even utter a response, he began speaking again. This time, with the sucker I’m his mouth.

“You have work Monday-Friday if I am not mistaken… and you get out and hour early on days like tomorrow and Friday…” He muttered quietly to himself, but you still overheard him.

“When you get off tomorrow, I’ll be there pick you up for our date, got it?” He informed you.

Now that he’s bombarded you with the whole date idea, you can’t deny his offer now. He’s too stubborn to let you decline now.

“It’s a bit frightening how well you memorize things… especially my work schedule…” You muttered, not exactly sure if your words are genuine or not.

“Well I’m not called the ‘World’s Greatest Detective for nothin’!!” He exclaimed self righteously.

But even you knew that knowing all of those specific details about one person specifically may not solely rely on one’s “special ability.” But, you decided not dwell on it too much. You, yourself, don’t even have a special ability, so who are you to say anything about it?

But it isn’t wrong to have concerns over your privacy.

The next day, you woke up early as usual for another long, grueling, work day. At least you have a date with Ranpo to look forward to; well, the date you were practically forced into attending.

You got dressed in a nice outfit that was both appropriate for work and a date. Speaking of which, you still don’t know where Ranpo is taking you.

Knowing him it’ll probably be a movie theater or even a restaurant with a large selection of deserts on the menu.

Once the end of your shift rolled around, you left the building with your purse and your phone in your hand. As you were about to send Ranpo a quick text message asking him where he was, he came walking up to you.

As usual, he had a bag of candy in his hand. “Hey Y/n! You ready to go?” He smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I just had a question,” you began and diverted your gaze away from him. “You know how to drive?”

Ignoring your useless question, he held you hand and led you over to his car. A nice one, in fact. But seriously, when did Ranpo even buy a car!?

“Ranpo, you didn’t answer my quest—“

“-Since this is our first date,” he spoke over her, “I wanted to take you to a nice restaurant nearby. It’s only about 20 minutes away.”

“This isn’t a date, Ranpo. Not a romantic one, at least.”

“But you did agree to go on it, am I wrong?” He flashed a sly grin your way as he drove further and further away from your work building.

You never knew that’d be the last time you’d see that place.

“Well- no! You pressured me into it!” You defended yourself.

“But you got in the car of your own will, correct?”

Damnit, he got you there. Well, that’s what you get for daring to argue with a great detective.

About 15 minutes later, Ranpo had offered you a sucker and of course you took it and began eating it with no hesitation. But you couldn’t help but notice that it had a slightly different taste than usual. Weird.

Suddenly feeling a bit tired, you leaned your head against the passenger’s seat window and contemplated if you needed to go to sleep a bit earlier to avoid this grogginess.

But that’s when you noticed it, the both of you speeding past the restaurant building. At first, you beloved it was your fatigued eyes playing tricks on you, but you recognized the surrounding area.

Perking up a bit, you turned toward your eccentric “friend,” “Ra… Ranpo, we passed the, uh, restaurant…”

But there was no response from him. Shocking, usually he always has something to say, but right now he’s silent.

Weird.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was Ranpo’s hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel lightly caressing your head.

PRESENT TIME

How long has it been?

How long has it been since you left this house? This hell.

It would have had to been at least 3 months, at least that’s what you think. He doesn’t like talking about that, or anything that has to do with you and the outside world, as a matter of fact.

Why did you have to show up to work that day? You ask yourself over and over each passing day.

You were rudely awakened from your thoughts by the sound of the front door unlocking. You gathered your bearings before running up the the door, your hands clasped together in front of you. You wore a beautiful sun dress he had picked out for you in your favorite color.

You may wonder, why aren’t you locked up in his basement with no source of natural light to be seen? Why is he letting you do as you please, for the most part?

Well, it is simply because you knew better than to defy him.

Ranpo believes that without trust, there’s nothing. He’s taught you that after your very first attempt at escaping.

But no need to dwell on the past.

The door swung open to reveal a quite lethargic and tired man. Noticing his… off behavior… you moved in closer to him.

“Ranpo, dear, is everything alright?” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him and pulled off his hat.

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/n! You don’t have to worry your little head about me!” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead that you desperately resisted to scrub off your face with soap and water.

“Although…” he pulled your hands up into his his as he stared deeply into your aching eyes. “Ever since your… hiatus… there have been many searches for you by the police; all of them ending up inconclusive due to my, not to mention, incomparable deduction abilities.”

Suddenly, a dull ray of hope lit up deep inside of your spirit. People out there are actually looking for you, there is a chance someone might save you from this hell.

“But, it seems they’ve left the case cold, or given up completely…” He sighed, “But of course, your family won’t give up until they know your whereabouts. Dead of alive. They just care way too much about you. That’s why your case was brought to me today.”

“How ironic.”

You didn’t know how to react. You didn’t know what exactly to say.

“Wh- why are you telling me this, Ranpo?” You palms grew clammy and you became filled with anxiety.

“I can’t let them find you, love. You know I can’t! If they do, I’ll never see you again!”

I know that.

You jerked your hands away from him, letting them form into fists by your sides.

“No… No Ranpo!!” You cried as fat tears threatened to streak down your cheeks and ruin your mascara. “You can’t ki- kill them! You said that if I do as you say they- we won’t be punished!! What did I do wrong dear, please tell me!”

Sighing, he comfortingly rests a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch. “I know. You haven’t done anything wrong. That’s exactly why I have to get rid of ‘em. And plus, I’m the only man- only person you will ever need or love. Is that why you’re doing this, huh? Don’t tell me you still love them?“

Grabbing onto his sleeve, you began to get desperate, “I do! I do love you! I just… isn’t taking the lives of the innocent… wrong? And there’s n- no way someone can solve a crime such an amazing detective!”

“Please just tell me… you won’t murder them…” you diverted your gaze to the ground, your hands refusing to release their strong grip on him.

“I won’t. I promise I won’t.” Pressing a soft kiss onto your lips, he left the room.

You wanted to flinch at his kiss, but the overflowing anxiety and fear building up inside of you was enough to distract you. Was he telling the truth? Only God knows.

They only thing you can do is wait it out.

Well, that’s what you thought you had to do. Because when Ranpo arrived home from “work” the next day, the crimson spatters on his outfit was enough to let you know the answer to your question.

Looking over him, you felt… you felt betrayed, in a way. Stumbling back, you hit the kitchen table, tears running down your face, causing your mascara to come down in dark streaks.

“Y/n, I know I- I lied to you but please just remember…” he reached a bloody hand out to your cheek, smearing blood on your skin.

He pulled you in closer with his free hand around your waist, “…I did this for us. For you! Because I love you.”

Without a second thought, he brought you into a forceful, yet passionate, kiss.

Do you, Ranpo, you thought.

Do you really love me?

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[drearycrow]

omg i loved your fyodor yan alphabet, do you think you could do one for ranpo? ty!

Notes: I'm glad that you enjoyed it! I loved writing the yandere headcanons for Ranpo. It was a lot of fun! Hope you enjoy

Affection: How do they show their love and affection. How intense would it get?

He is very affectionate to you all the time and gets pouty if you don't give him attention. The love you get from Ranpo is intense. All he wants to do is to be cuddling with you at home.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Ranpo won't ever kill anyone under any circumstances. The idea of it makes him sick to his stomach.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Ranpo mocks you non stop after he abducts you. He makes remarks about how oblivious you were to his advances.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their Darling's will?

He will never do anything against your will. He loves you too much to lay a finger on you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ranpo tells you everything about himself. He doesn't hide anything from you. He hopes you open up to him as well.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Probably finds it a bit annoying that you are fighting back. He stands there looking at you not amused by your behavior.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy their darling try to escape.

Good luck even trying to escape from Ranpo. He can immediately deduce you attempting to escape from him. You will just get dragged back to his room where he mocks you for daring to escape his love.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You were sent on a case with Dazai but Ranpo started getting upset that about it. He kept telling you that the case is too dangerous and you're better off staying at the Agency where you're guaranteed safety. He kept making excuses to not have you be alone with Dazai. He got so fed up about it that it made it snap, yelling at you in front of everyone. Ranpo felt immediate guilt for doing that to you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Ranpo wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The thought of both of you living happily together makes him smile. It's the only thing he wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 

Ranpo gets jealous very easily and it's quite obvious when he is. He pouts angrily when someone takes your attention away from him. He kisses you, holds your hand, hugs you and anything to make it obvious to the other person that you're his. Poe hardly sees you because Ranpo is scared that you might leave him for his friend.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Ranpo loves to be by your side at all times. He's always hugging you or giving you kisses all over your face. He's overall happy when you're around.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You get sent to work on cases with him, mainly helping him navigate the subway. Ranpo always asks for your help and doesn't let you work with anyone else. He wants to spend more time with you without anyone getting in his way.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. Ranpo acts the same with you and everyone else. He's more clingy when you're around and wants attention at all times.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The most he does as a punishment is not share snacks with you or completely ignore you for a while. It could last from a few hours to a whole week. You don't exist in his eyes when he is like this.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not much really. The most you aren't allowed to do is work on cases by yourself and being alone with another man. Ranpo gets jealous very easily if you are talking to someone else other than him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Ranpo can quickly lose his patience if you're ignoring him. He will make remarks about mean you are being for ignoring him like that or will mock you until you give in.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Ranpo wouldn't be the same if you were to die. He loses all hope in the world and doesn't want to be around anyone. The sadness consumes him so much that he gives up being a detective. If you were to escape, Ranpo already knows where you went with his deduction skills. He immediately heads over there to bring you back home with him whether you want to or not.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ranpo feels immediate guilt for kidnapping you when you are sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was about to happen. The fact that he took you away from your close friends and family makes him rethink what he is doing. He wouldn't let you go back to live your normal life. At most, he gives you the freedom to do what you like as long as you aren't alone with another man.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc.)

Growing up being an orphan was very difficult for Ranpo. All he had was Fukuzawa as his parental figure and the only person to genuinely love him. He wanted someone else to love him back and you were the unfortunate soul to cross his line of view.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing you isolate yourself from the world or in a upset mood makes Ranpo worry a lot. He thinks he did something wrong to get this kind of treatment and his head gets a lot of thoughts running through. He does anything to cheer you up and see that beautiful smile again.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Ranpo doesn't like the idea of hurting you or anyone else in a physical manner. Using violence to get what he wants is absolutely terrible in his eyes. Ranpo is a very loving man and if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, he won't hesitate to blackmail them into leaving you alone forever.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Sweets and snacks. Ranpo can easily tell that you're trying to exploit his weakness for sweets but he doesn't mind. It's free snacks and you remember all of his favorites which makes him happy. He won't let you go though.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

It's a hard no. Ranpo respects you as a person and his lover. Hurting you in any way, especially in a physical manner is horrible and he thinks he deserves to die if he ever did that to you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You get spoiled a lot by Ranpo with free snacks from his stash. It's an honor to even get a piece of candy from him since he never shares with anyone else. You also get small gifts here and there to show his appreciation to your hard work and dedication at the Agency.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A few months to a year before he snaps. Ranpo wouldn't last that long without you by his side. Seeing you be happy when he's around makes his heart beat rapidly with love.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Ranpo would never break you in any way, shape or form. He's too sweet and loving to do any harm to you.

[baby-tini]

I know you don't write for Ranpo, but I just read your Dazai and Atsushi thing... so what are your thoughts on that with Dazai and Ranpo???

It could definitely work.. but I feel like a dynamic like this could be overwhelming. Having one of them around is enough of a headache.. but both? I do think this would be one of the more interesting dynamics though, but, at the same time, it's a lot of trouble. Dazai and Ranpo are both very childish at times, so it could get a bit annoying, especially when you feel like you're a mediator of sorts. Now, this relationship could be an amazing one, they're both extremely intelligent so, they're pretty intune with your needs and wants in the relationship and you're grateful for that, but they're both teases and do shit on purpose just too make you mad. I don't think arguments would be a big thing in this relationship either, Dazai is rather relaxed and understands how too combat Ranpos childishness. It's just when they get along.. that could cause problems for you, no serious problems, but say if they were too come to an agreement when it comes to your needs in the bedroom. Usually they're both about individually dragging out pleasure, again, they tease. So, for them too do it together... all in all though, this would be a very fun, giving relationship, especially with the admiration and respect for eachother that Dazai and Ranpo have.

[invidiia]

Could I request yan dazai or ranpo (which ever you'd prefer) with someone really forgetful, like someone who can forget events or whatever's currently happening out of nowhere and is just confused. Thank you. 💕💖

꒰ YAN!Dazai and Ranpo (separately) obsessing over a forgetful reader ꒱

notes ; yesyeyesyeysyyeyyeysy!!!!!! i've been kinda obsessing over ranpo and dazai for the past few days, i love them!!! i'm pretty forgetful with my condition so writing this feels a little self indulgent , but i'm happy to write it!! oh, and when you get called dumb, i'm not trying to say forgetful people are dumb, nonono, the characters are just mean LOL

warnings ; manipulation, gaslighting, TOXICITY, kidnapping scenarios at the end of each character's part, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking in dazai's part

RANPO is the type to make you feel like a big idiot. While he does care about how you feel, he just needs to push you over the edge and into his arms..

⋆ Ranpo's the type to laugh at you and call you an idiot for forgetting your super important meetings. He purposely makes you cry, and when he sees the tears staring to drip down, a false face of sympathy moves closer to you pulling you onto his shoulder, hugging you tightly until your tears are no longer dampening his cape.

⋆ Ranpo loves you, and that's why he does what he does. Not that he doesn't take pleasure in making you cry and feel dumb, but he can't have you all depressed every day, can he?

⋆ After insulting you and telling you that you're an idiot, Ranpo pretty much gives you extra love for the rest of the day. He stays by your side, petting your hair. He doesn't take back the mocking, and instead, he tells you that it's okay, and it was cute that you pretty much need him to remember everything for you. He just wants you to need him. It makes falling for him a little easier, right?

⋆ Now.. being kidnapped in your situation? Ranpo doesn't really think you're capable of that. Not to insult you, but he doesn't worry too much about you escaping. He does keep a close eye on you, though.

DAZAI is the type of guy to mess with you about it. He has no problem with your forgetfulness, but uses it against you. the worst thing is? you'll probably never know he did..

⋆ Dazai was more than okay with you being forgetful! When he noticed it, he offered to remind you about anything you needed to remember. How nice, right?

⋆ He even got you a gift, a tiny whiteboard and a dry erase marker!! A cutely styled to-do list, perfect to help you remember everything you needed to remember, like important meetings, or a case you were put on.

⋆ He probably messes with the white board, erasing everything you needed to do, and watching you forget to go do the thing you were supposed to do. Laughing to himself while you got lightly scolded for forgetting. And you never even knew that he touched the board to begin with; you just assumed you forgot!

⋆ Why does he do this? For his own enjoyment. That, and making you believe you're too forgetful for the dangerous things you're supposed to do in the agency. He may just drive you to quit your job. Strangely, even when you aren't at the agency, Dazai always seems to appear next to you to remind you about the wallet you forgot at the store, your phone you dropped in the park without noticing, or with the book you were supposed to return to the library that you accidently left somewhere.

⋆ I think Dazai is really similar to Ranpo in the situation where you're kidnapped. He doesn't really have any concerns about you escaping from him. Every time you say it'll happen, he just nods and laughs, humoring you for your claims. He just can't take you seriously - do you ACTUALLY think you can get away from him of all people?

[spacexseven]

We need more yandere ranpo🥺

we do...

cw: yandere character, jealousy, ranpo is a lil mean

ranpo as a yandere would be so difficult to deal with, since he's so confident in his own ability to keep you by his side. but i like to think that with enough affection and coddling, you can get him to lower his guard and evade him, if only for a little while. he's not easy to fool, but once he's fallen, he doesn't want to believe that you'd want to leave him

ranpo w a villain darling...he loves the little games, and he loves how you can keep up with him. always a step ahead, always ready in case things go south, he hasn't found someone to challenge him in a long time. he purposely lets you slip away sometime, knowing that he will catch you during the height of your time, just to send a message—he's only been entertaining this chase because he thought your efforts were cute, but it won't last forever.

ranpo w a darling who's always so impressed by him. maybe you're a fan (like in promotion)? you're always in awe of him, gushing over how cool and smart he is, and how you'd never have guessed that the case would turn out that way. he gets so jealous when you talk about anyone else—kunikida, whose unperturbed actions win you over, mushitarou, whose title of detecive killer, and his ability that intrigues you, or even poe, who unknowingly wins you over with his charms. ranpo's words to you are slightly condescending, but he finds you awfully endearing; its's just the reality that you'd forever be a little dumb to him. don't worry, he likes you all the same :)

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Hello! I really liked your Happy Death Day posts and I've wanted more of them so I have two request with that concept. 1) Happy Death Day with dazai, ranpo, fyodor, atsushi, akutagawa, chuyaa (and if you have read the manga) teruko, saigiku, tetchou, sigma. if you haven't read the manga then you can write for the first 6 mentioned with gin, kenji, yosano, and kunikida instead.

I did Dazai and Chuuya already in another post with this concept so I took a few other characters you suggested in here to still give you 10 characters. Also, don’t worry, the fourth season has by now aired so everyone knows those characters now. Those are longer than my usual Happy Death Day Hc's which is because I watched the newest season whilst writing those Hc's and felt inspired.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, stalking, clinginess, paranoia, delusion, manipulation, violence, abduction, isolation, sadism, death, suicidal thoughts

Happy Death Day

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅Messages that are left unread despite the hours just ticking by are the reason for Atsushi to dash to your place, sweaty hands holding the phone close to his chest as he can't help but glance at the screen every few seconds. You've never left him ignored like this for more than an hour, and that only if it's an emergency since you know how terribly anxious and paranoid your boyfriend is. When he stands in front of your apartment, his anxiety suddenly spikes and causes a sharp pain in his abdomen as he realizes something. The door is open. He drops his phone as his vision zooms in on the door left open, anything else blurring out as he hears his own ragged breath and his heartbeat threatening to break his rips from the intensity it starts to hit his chest. The door is nearly ripped out of it's hinges as Atsushi storms to your place, voice cracking and shaking as he shouts your name. When a rotten, metallic scent suddenly invades his nostrils, everything stops for a short moment, even his heart as only dread and horror seems to exist inside of him for a moment.

🐅The door to the kitchen is behind him and from the breeze caressing his back he knows that the door is wide open. The source of the scent is right behind him but Atsushi is paralyzed, can only stand there frozen as shudders and trembles run through his whole body. A part of him fears to see what's behind him, fears to face the ugly truth. Seconds feel like eternities as he just stands there, his chest tightening and stinging as Atsushi starts hyperventilate. Yet no matter how rapidly he suddenly gasps for air, he feels like he's suffocating as tears start dwelling up inside his eyes and soon after cascade down his cheeks. When he finally gains the last bit of desperate courage he can, he slowly turns around, even if his body is refusing out of sheer terror to see. The door is wide open and in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded from a puddle of blood, lies his darling, a knife still embedded in their stomach. This sight is the final stab for him. He goes down on his knees, stomach twisting and revolting as he gags everything up he's consumed today.

🐅After the painful process of gagging and choking on his own vomit, Atsushi lets out a scream, one more reminiscent of a wounded animal than an actual human. His chest hurts, his heart hurts, every breath hurts as the tremor worsens. Something inside of him erupts as his blood starts boiling, his vision darkening in front of his own eyes as something just takes over. Something that wants to hurt, to kill, to take revenge for destroying the only good thing in his life. Atsushi doesn't remember much after, he only recalls waking up from the weird state of not being here next to your corpse, the whole room and furniture in shambles. A fresh set of tears rolls out as he crawls closer to you, not caring how he stains his clothes and skin in your cold blood as he just puts his head against your chest and clings onto your dead body in utter distraught and helplessness like a newborn and cries and cries for hours on end. You can't leave him like this! He can't do this without you! Eventually one thought takes over his mind more than anything. He just wants to die now that you've left him.

🐅You all but leap out of your sheets when you're woken up by a painful kick in your side and a gruesome cry that blows away all of the sleepiness you might have left although you doubt it with the nightmare you just had. You turn shocked to the other side of the bed as you see Atsushi falling down from the bed, entangled in his sheet as he kicks and cries as if he's just seen something far more horrifying than you have in your dreams. He's completely out of it and disorientated, nails clawing into the blanket surrounding him and tearing it apart before it's suddenly removed from him and he feels something warm embracing him, a sweet voice calling out to him. He recognizes that voice, that scent from everywhere and feels his heart shattering once again as he starts crying and sobbing terrified, nearly crushes you in his arms and pressing you close to his own body as if you'll disappear if he lets even a bit loose. You sit with him in this position for hours on the cold ground until the first sunshine announces that morning has come.

🐅Atsushi isn't the same anymore on this day as he flinches at the slightest of sounds, barely manages to call the day off in the Agency and stays glued to your side at all times. He's constantly on the verge of another meltdown, enters a small frenzy every time you suggest for him to leave you alone for a moment or two as he all but grabs you harshly and pulls you back to his side, breath erratic. You only attempt once to ask him what in the world has him acting like a maniac but it only results in a mental breakdown. As the day continues though, you yourself start to think that you're slowly going insane as you note how everything that happens, you have already witnessed before. This can't be real is what you tell yourself but how many coincidences can there be? You don't tell Atsushi at all but start returning his clinginess as you grow terrified. You try to cling to the hope that this is all a mere big, scary coincidence yet you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the bell ring and start to visibly shaken as you recall what happens if you open the door.

🐅As the ringing grows more persistent and even Atsushi notices that you're trembling an asks you horrified what's wrong, you can't hold it in anymore. You start crying as you tell him the dream you had. If you open the door, you'll be murdered. The ring of the doorbell has by now changed into someone hitting the door from outside and shouting if anyone is home. His whole body is trembling from rage. An animalistic look in his eyes as you notice how his body is partially beginning to transform as he all but growls at you to lock yourself up in your bedroom although you hear his voice cracking at the end. You do as he says and lock yourself up, cower on the ground as you cover your ears. You can't blend out the feral growls and screams, the crashing sounds and the one agonizing, short and shrill scream of someone that you feel in your bones before they're forever silenced. You just about manage to unlock the door with your shaking hands when Atsushi calls your name before the male crashes you into his arms. This time stained in the blood of another and not yours. But Atsushi doesn't care. He doesn't care one bit.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛️Akutagawa goes through extreme denial when it comes to his darling as he despises them. He despises them for their weakness, for their silly antics and most of all for the emotions they stir up inside of him. Emotions that make his chest feel all fuzzy. Emotions that make him weak. Despite all of that, the man finds himself more than just once stalking you even if this is admittedly a bit more risky. He's not exactly unknown and would be in troubles if he were to run into one of the Agency members but ultimately Ryunosuke just doesn't care. He has no problem growing violent, even in the brightest daylight in the city. On this day it's not really different as you go on about your day and he trails behind you, always keeping a distance between you two just enough to not lose you from his sight. He's quite familiar with your daily life now, a result of his frequent stalking yet he'd rather not admit that out loud. He knows that you're on your way to the train station to catch the train that will drive you to your workplace. He won't follow you into the train.

⬛️He stays long enough and watches the train departing from the station before he silently leaves. A scowl edged onto his face as always as images of you flash before his eyes and no matter how much he tries to push you away, it just doesn't work. It annoys him so much. Until he suddenly hears the explosion, the shock wave causing him to stumble forward as the ground shakes. People start screaming and running, push past him to get away. Only he remains frozen in his place, an emotion that makes him feel like a small and weak child all over again engulfing him tightly, refusing to let go. The explosion came from the rail your train departed from. That realization strikes through his entire being and suddenly he's turning back and pushes everyone violently away who gets in his way. He inhales a lot of smoke as he races to the burning train he can clearly see as it exploded merely moments after departing. Rashomon is tearing the wagon open where you were sat and protects him from the flames burning inside as he starts searching for you, noticing with dread that all the passengers are already dead.

⬛️He knows that you're dead when he finds your burnt corpse as he realizes that you sat close to the bomb when it went off. It was an instant death for you. He's surprisingly silent at first, just staring down at your corpse before his eyes go to what's left from the bomb. He recalls that Mori mentioned something about a terrorist group using bombs. So you died because of the existence of some little group? That's when the rage suddenly errupts out of him as his ability goes crazy, trashes around and destroying everything and everyone in it's way. Your body remains unharmed though. He leaves before the police finds him, needs a lot of effort to tear his gaze away from you. There's an ache in his chest, not only from all the smoke he just breathed in. This is a pain that will probably never go away. He calls Higuchi as soon as he's out again, asking her with a voice shaking with wrath that he wants her to find out where the headquarter of the group is. He wants to give them a painful and cruel death and after he's slaughtered all of them, he just wants to be alone.

⬛️Akutagawa is probably already someone who doesn't have the healthiest sleep schedule. Upon waking up, he nearly activates Rashomon by pure accident as the lust for blood and death has him still in it's grasp. He's unnerved by the dream he just had when he realizes that he's in his room although he doesn't want to admit that to himself since it was just exactly that. A dream. Strangely enough he still feels the burning pain from all the smoke in his lungs alongside with the pulsing pain in his heart. Akutagawa does his best to brush it all off though. Everyone in the Port Mafia who meets him on that day kind of senses that he's in a bad mood though and for that avoids talking to him as good as possible. Something inside of him is highly squirmish and the unease only grows thicker when he hears and even witnesses things that he knows from his dream. He hates the way his heart jumps up and down in slight paranoia and fear for you as he starts doubting himself. It isn't until he overhears a few men talking about the terror group that his surface cracks.

⬛️They're scared out of their mind when he approaches them and demands them to tell him what they were just conversing about. One of them manages to stumble out that there are suspicions that they might attack today again and set a bomb off somewhere in the city. Akutagawa is calling Higuchi before he even realizes it himself, orders her and Black Lizard to find out if the rumors are true and he wants to be immediately informed if they find anything out. Higuchi is smart enough to hear that Akutagawa is not in the mood to hear any objections or questions so she just accepts his orders. Ryunosuke himself is hurrying over to you after he finished the call, something feels off about this whole day and time tells him that you're right about now heading to the train station. He rushes after you and does his best to not act out of place. You yourself seem a bit strange as he catches you looking around more than just once, steps slow and hesitant. This continues even shortly before you enter the wagon as he images for a moment that your hands are shaking. In that moment his phone starts to ring.

⬛️You can't get this dream out of your head as you stand in front of the train, anxious about the uncanny similarities between your dream and this day. You even contemplate whether or not you'll just skip work and tell your boss that you're sick. Just as you hesitantly step into the wagon, someone suddenly grabs you by your hand and yanks you back, causing the train to leave without you. You crush into someone's chest and are about to scream before the person suddenly starts dragging you away, the voice of a man hissing at you to run. You squirm around, cry out when his grip becomes bruising before an explosion shoots shock waves through the air and everyone around you breaks out in panic. You're suddenly silent, turn your head back and are able to catch a glance of the burning train that you were just about to enter. You almost died just now...just like in your dream. You're numb, allow yourself to be led away from the station by Akutagawa as you're in too much shock. It's only after you've somewhat recovered that you finally mutter out that you nearly died just like in your dream. Something that makes Akutagawa stop.

Edogawa Ranpo

👓Yosano and him are currently on their way to a crime scene because obviously he, the greatest detective of all time, has to be there. What would the police do without him after all? He’s complaining to the female doctor a bit about the fact that just this morning he asked you for some special pastry that is currently sold in a few bakeries in Yokohama and you told him that you don’t have any time today. You’re currently working on an important project and on top of that the bakery which apparently sells the pastry he craves is too far away from your workplace. Ranpo really wanted those sweets, already whined about it to you and now he’s doing the same to Yosano. Luckily she deals patiently with his complains. The crime scene is unmistakable as Ranpo sees even from the distance the cars of the police, the barriers and all the ambulances. One of the police officers notices them and initially mistakes them for citizens, tells them that they can’t enter the zone. Something Ranpo laughs about as he proclaims to the young officer who he is and that everything will be solved now.

👓According to what the officer tells them, two groups of people just started shootings at each other, resulting in a lot of innocent citizens to be caught in the warfare. A few were killed, a lot more hurt. They seem suspicious as they don’t trust Ranpo, but he forgives them since he knows that it’s their first day. He invites them to watch him though so they remember him the next time. All he needs is to put on his glasses to instantly deduce that the culprits were two gangs, both fighting to raise up and he’s even able to find out their hideouts, leaving the officer flabbergasted. He’s belittling them for underestimating him until Minoura, a familiar face in the police , walks over. Ranpo is greeting him, advices him to work harder since he solved the case once again, yet stops when he notices the serious expression on the man’s face. He asks confused what’s with the grim face but his eyes widen when the older man suddenly asks him if the detective knows someone named (l/n) (y/n). Why does he ask this? Minoura gives him a look of pity and sympathy which has Ranpo’s heart dropping.

👓(l/n) (y/n) bled out due to a shot through the stomach minutes before Yosano and him arrived at the scene. Minoura asked him because your phone had a wallpaper of him and you. That’s all he’s able to take in before his surroundings seemingly vanish around him. You’re dead? He just talked to you a few hours ago. Why were you here? Your workplace is somewhere else. He doesn’t want to accept it but the fruitless rejection is shattered when he’s gently led to the ambulance and sees your corpse, the blood staining your clothes. Green eyes can’t tear themselves away from you as he feels paralyzed until his eyes wander to your belongings resting next to you and he lets out a strangled noise. The horrible truth dawns on him when he sees the bag containing the pastries he asked for this morning. You died because of his request and he didn’t even predict it. Something shatters in his heart and mind as he turns around and stumbles away, requests to be alone. He walks around aimlessly until the sun sets and he collapses and the tears finally start to fall. It’s his fault, isn’t it?

👓You’re not woken up by your horrendous nightmare, much to your own surprise, but by the ringing of your phone. It rings and rings without giving you a break and you’re slightly confused who would call you in the middle of the night. Imagine your shock when you see the name of your boyfriend on the display which finally leads you to press the green button and accept the call. He doesn’t say anything, instead you just hear troubled breathing from the other side of the line and ask instantly if everything’s alright with him. You think that you hear something akin to choking back a sob when Ranpo hears your voice but you aren’t sure. In the end you don’t find out the reason why he called you in the middle of the night as he reverts after a while back to his carefree behavior although you suspect that he also had a nightmare which is a bit strange. You two hang up after a while but you find yourself lying awake for the rest of the night thanks to your dream. It’s shortly before you leave for work that Ranpo calls you again, tells you with urgency unlikely for him to heed safely to work.

👓Even without using his Super Deduction the way the day shapes to be just screams suspicious. Accident after accident which he predicts without the use of his outstanding intelligence. Simply because he’s witnessed it all before and finds himself growing tense. If he can go with anything from the dream, you shouldn’t go to the bakery where the shooting happens if he just doesn’t ask you for the pastry so he didn’t do it this morning. He also warns the Agency about the upcoming conflict about to happen in the district. He’s serious as he’s confident that this dream was more than a dream. The police is informed and for a while he dares to think that everything might be alright. Until he receives a from you. You overheard from some of your colleagues today that there’s a bakery selling some special pastry and thought that he might be happy if you were to buy him some. He nearly drops his phone out of horror. No. Why are you still there? He’s panicking, tells you with a raised voice to leave from there. You’re confused with his unusual reaction until your eyes land on a group of people.

👓Silence on the line, then footsteps of you running and the sound of guns being fired are the last things Ranpo hears before the call is ended. On the way to the crime scene, he’s on edge, constantly urges Yosano to drive faster as the image of your dead body is summoned in his memories. Why were you still there? Is it just fate for you to die on this day? He’s jumping out of the car and runs straight to Minoura, whose talking with a newbie in the police. He asks straight away for you, heart unbeknownst to everyone else trembling with fear. The older officer’s face shows recognition when he hears your name but no sign of grief or pity as he points over to one of the ambulances and tells Ranpo that you’ve awaited him. Your arm was graced by a bullet, otherwise you were lucky. You’re taken by surprise when the first thing that Ranpo does is crashing into you as soon as he sees you, head pressed against your shoulder as he mutters that he’s sorry over and over again. You’ve rarely seen him so vulnerable. He doesn’t seem to want to stray from your side for the rest of the day at all.

Yosano Akiko

🦋She’s heading down the rainy streets on that rainy evening, worried sick as she fails to yet call you again. Your voicemail has been the only thing that has been answering her calls for the last hour. An hour where you were supposed to reach the house yet you didn’t. You told her that you’d be a bit late because of the weather but this has been too long now to not alarm her. She knew she should have driven to your workplace to pick you up but you insisted on going alone since this weather isn’t ideal to drive in. As she heads down the roads, the wind occasionally blowing the cold rain in her face, she notices blue lights blinking in the close distance. The police. A keep out zone has been made and as she steps closer, she sees what has happened. A car has crashed into the sidewalk, it’s front is crashed. There’s something she notices with horror as she walks even closer. There’s blood staining the ground and the front of the car which leads her to the conclusion that a person must have been crushed in between the building and the car. This accident happened on the way you usually take to walk back home.

🦋A dreadful hunch fills her as she taps one of the officers on the shoulder and asks him what happened here. He luckily replies to her, tells her that due to the bad weather a car lost control and crashed into the sideway, hitting a civilian who wasn’t able to dodge in time. The driver was mildly hurt but still driven to the hospital. The other person on the other hand was pretty much crushed between the car and the now damaged building and was in need of immediate treatment due to their severe injuries. Her fingers clench tighter around her umbrella as she thanks the officer and starts walking with fast steps to the hospital. She is by now almost convinced that the person in the accident is you as everything adds up too perfectly. She’s seen the blood and can very well imagine that your injuries might be too fatal for you to push through. But her ability…her ability can save you. She starts running soon after, abandoning the umbrella as she prays that she makes it in time. She’s drenched in rain and disheveled when she arrives in the hospital and asks the people at the front where you are.

🦋When she tells them her relationship with you, they tell her that you were immediately delivered in a surgery room as your wounds required instant treatment. It’s probably still ongoing. She’s storming to the room, suppressing any tears all the time. She’s scared. When she arrives though, she sees that the doctor and a few of the assistants are standing outside, a solemn and grim look on their faces. As a doctor herself, she knows this look all too well. They tell her initially to leave when they see her until she asks what happened to you. The doctor tells her as carefully and gently as your wounds were too severe and you passed away whilst in surgery. She doesn’t want to believe it, pushes past all of them at first to get into the room. Despite being a doctor though, despite having been a medic during war, she is horrified when she sees your body. No heartbeat, no brain activity and the warmth that is fading away from your body as she holds your hand for the last time. She caries herself out with her head held high until she sits down in the hospital and starts crying as her grief takes over.

🦋Yosano awakes with the dawn of a new morning, sweating with the lingering feeling of terror still present in her chest as her eyes wander around and take in her surroundings. You’re already awake too and turn around with a concerned look as you ask her what’s wrong when you notice her condition. She’s panting, sweat glistening on her skin and her eyes stare at you in shock as if she doesn’t believe that you’re real for a few seconds. In the next moment she’s sitting up too and shuffles closer to you, grabbing your face and inspecting you as if looking for something. You give her half-concerned, half-flabbergasted look. Eventually the woman stops though, lets out a sigh and replies that it’s nothing besides a nightmare. You raise an eyebrow when you hear that but don’t dig deeper. The morning is at first quite normal as both of you take a shower since both of you are sweaty, dress up for work and enjoy your breakfast together. Both of you don’t want to worry the other with your nightmares, unaware that the other one dreamed exactly the same.

🦋It’s after all a nightmare and nothing more, right? Well, that turns out rather hard to believe as both of you head to your workplaces. Accidents, stories, the work you two have to do today, it all appears to be terrifyingly familiar. The entire day shapes up to be eerie thanks to all those “coincidences” and it puts you on edge and starts affecting Yosano even more. She’s not as oblivious and stubborn to ignore the red flags she notices throughout the day in the Agency. Images of your dead body, still lingering freshly in her mind, return and embed themselves inside her memory. She’s with her thoughts not as present as normally, as soon as no one wants something from her she spaces out. She checks the weather for this evening only to find no warning of a storm. But the storm took you by surprise too in her dream. When the end of your shift ticks closer, the sky darkens as thunder is heard throughout Yokohama and the clouds pour out everything they have to offer. That’s when she calls you and insists that she’ll pick you up. You tell her driving in this rain would be insane.

🦋Yosano in the end walks to your workplace as it’s about 20 minutes from your place with her umbrella and another one for you since you didn’t account for such heavy rain. The walk home is tense as something doesn’t feel right for both of you. She holds your hand tightly and you grab onto her with equal pressure as your stomach starts flipping with the nervous anxiety. A few minutes into your way home it happens. A loud squeal, followed by a signal-horn. Both of you see a car losing it’s track on the slippery street as it slithers into the sidewalk. You’re paralyzed in shock as memories flash through your mind and you recall the gruesome pain you felt when you were crushed. If it wouldn’t have been for Yosano who pushes you away so that both you tumble to the ground, it would have become yet again reality. You hit your head on the ground, start to feel slightly dizzy yet the shock keeps you conscious as you start hyperventilating a bit. Yosano inspects the bump on your head, feels relieved when she knows it’s nothing serious and afterwards just embraces you tightly.

Miyazawa Kenji

🌱It’s shaping up to be just another peaceful day for Kenji although his darling is currently hanging out with their friend somewhere else. He kind of wanted to tag along but it was fairly easy for you to persuade him into letting you head out alone. So he’s ended up walking around the city with Atsushi and Kyouka, buying some random things on the way. Mainly lots of food since Kyouka is insatiable as often. Everything is fine. Then Kenji’s phone suddenly starts to ring and Atsushi has to help him to accept the call as technology and phones are still fairly new for the boy who spent over a decade of his life in the countryside. He’s happy though when he sees your name on the display. Only that it isn’t your voice on the phone. He recognizes the voice of your friend crying on the other line, trying to form a coherent sentence yet completely failing to do so. Now, Kenji is certainly a bit more clueless but he isn’t dumb either. Something happened with you, didn’t it? There’s some time he spends calming down your friend, staying true to his optimistic side and telling them that all will be fine.

🌱They finally manage to explain everything to him after pulling their shit together. You two were caught by some sort of gang on your way and got threatened to follow along. You defended yourself though, freed yourself and your friend and both of you ran afterwards. You got caught though and the last thing you managed to do is throw your phone your friend’s way, already unlocked and screamed at them to run and call your boyfriend. The last thing they witnessed was you clawing and fighting with everything you had. He’s heard of this vicious gang in the Agency before, he’s heard how they treat their victims. Before Kyouka and Atsushi can ask him what’s suddenly with the strained look on his face, Kenji is already gone, pushing through the crowd, the phone still pressed against his ear. Your location isn’t too far away, hopefully he’ll make it in time. The boy reaches the place soon without any backup, maybe that’s why a few of them approach him so carefree, laughing at him when he asks them about you and pointing to an empty building behind them.

🌱He charges straight through the door, leaving all the guys from the gang beaten. He finds you unconscious in one of the rooms, a gun against your head as the leader is shaking in fear since they’ve seen what Kenji has done. He shouts that he’ll shoot you if he gets any closer and Kenji stays still for a moment, lifts his hands and tells them that he won’t do anything if they let you go. For a brief second they seem to consider until the worst happens. You regain consciousness, notice Kenji and the gun against your head and panic. Everything is over in a few seconds. You start frantically moving and defending yourself, Kenji steps closer to stop you, the leader gets terrified. One accidental pull of the trigger and in the next moment you collapse on the ground. All they can do is stare at what they did in horror before they look at Kenji. He stares at you for a few seconds with dull eyes before those empty eyes turn to stare at them. When Atsushi and Kyouka find him, he’s hugging you tightly, bawling and crying. He’s stained with blood, a deformed blob of flesh and bones the only thing left.

🌱The first thing the day has prepared for you when you wake up is the feeling of nearly being crushed. Seriously, it feels like someone’s going to break your lungs and it’s only when you turn around that you notice that it’s your boyfriend. He’s clinging onto you, arms wrapped around your torso, forehead pressed against your back as you hear his uneven breathing and the whimpering, the tears staining the material of your shirt. He realizes that you’re awake when he senses your movement as you turn around, stumbles out something from not having intended to wake you up from your sleep as he starts wiping away his tears. You’re worried, question him if he’s had a nightmare which he confirms. You admit to him that you also had a nightmare but don’t want to talk about it which he accepts after some prodding where he realized that you were serious. You two just spend the night hugging each other and comforting each other and you manage to doze off again until you have to stay up and start your day. Kenji seems to have recovered his optimism though.

🌱What you notice is that he’s clingier though as he follows you around as you do your morning routine. He follows you into the kitchen, into the bedroom and even waits in front of the toilet for you. You can’t help but wonder if this is a result of the nightmare that he’s had which in return makes you wonder what exactly he dreamed of. So you decide to ask him whilst both of you are eating breakfast together. You notice from the corner of your eyes how he halts his movement, a distant look in his eyes before he shakes that expression off. There’s still a faint look of pain in his eyes when he is candid about what he dreamed, unable to lie to you. Deep down he just wants your reassurance that it was merely a dream after all too. Instead you look at him with a expression filled with horror as you drop your chopsticks. Initially he believes your reaction to be because of the brutality of his dream but his demeanor changes when you press out with a shaking voice that you’ve had the exact same dream as he did. Both of you just stare at each other, reflecting the horror of each other.

🌱Your friend is plainly confused when they see Kenji following you since this was planned as a day only between you two. You convince them that it’ll be fine though, hiding the gruesome truth behind why he came along. It was already a small challenge to get here in the first place. Kenji wanted you to not meet your friend at first. In the end he only allowed it under the condition that he’d accompany you. Honestly, that puts you at ease though because if this really is an omen, then at least you have Kenji and his ability to protect you. Then it happens. The gang really comes, surrounds you and tells you three to just follow along without causing a scene. Only that with Kenji in the scene things are vastly different than in your dream. All he gives them is his normal smile before all of them start flying as he beats them up. When he sees one particular person, one you recognize too, the look in his eyes changes. You stop him before he can do something though, hiss at him that your friend is still here. Don’t worry, dear s/o, from now on he’ll always be with you to protect you.

Akutagawa Gin

⚫️Her darling has yet to find out about Gin's true identity since she never told them about her place in the Port Mafia. Yet the assassin can't bring herself to tell you about the crimes she already committed and her position in the Mafia. Everything is working so well for you two after all, you adore her and she loves you in her own slightly obsessed ways too. This is bound to fail, she can't keep this hidden from you her entire life yet she wishes that she could. Fate has different plans for you two though. It all boils down one day when you're out with her on a date and she gets flustered and shy with all the love you give her. There's someone following you two though, Gin has noticed since a while this guy that is tailing behind you two and it puts her on edge. She's in public right now, you're with her, if that person decides to attack then her whole cover will be blown. She tries to lose them, drags you suddenly somewhere through the crowd in hopes that she'll be able to shake them off without making you suspicious. She can deal with this but not as long as you're with her.

⚫️For a while everything appears to be fine as she can't see the person anymore when she turns around although she keeps her surroundings in check. Only when the sun sets and you two have settled down on a bench in a nearly empty park take things a drastic turn. Just as you two are about to depart they appear again and pull out a gun with shaking hands. You freeze in shock, Gin tenses up as the weapon is pointed right at her. They'll make her pay for what she did to their partner. That's when Gin realizes the situation. They know who she is and want to avenge someone she killed. You don't know what's going on, step slowly forward with raised hands and tell them to put away their gun since they got the wrong person. Gin flinches only slightly when she hears your words as shame and guilt washes over her. You don't know anything about her. They only hiss at you to stay away and that this woman there is an assassin of the Port Mafia who killed their spouse in cold blood. Gin slowly steps back, starts pulling out a knife from her handbag.

⚫️The setting sun shines on the metal though and in the next moment the person freaks out, screams at her to put the knife away. Fucking murderer, they will kill her and if it's the last thing they'll do! Multiple shots are fired all at once as fear and rage clouds their mind. All shots hit. Only that she isn't the one who got hit. You jumped in front of her and shielded her, unaware of her unnatural reflexes. Silence where only the ringing of the shots are heard as Gin perceives in slow motion how you fall with your face first to the ground, hears how they drop their gun in shock as they shot someone innocent. Then she lets out a short shriek of your name as she falls down next to you, begs you to stay conscious whilst she tries to stop the bleeding from the multiple wounds, staining her white dress and skin in your warm blood. It's for naught though and she can only look how the life fades away from you. They try to stammer out apologies as Gin clenches the knife in her hand but don't even get to finish their sentence as their throat is slit in the next moment.

⚫️The dream you have is anything but pleasant as it wakes you up in the earliest morning hours. You just lay in bed, panting and sweating as you try to relax again and ease your troubled breathing from the shock of dying in your dream. You find yourself, not really to your surprise, unable to fall asleep again and so you just decide to take a shower and prepare some things for your day. There's mild unease settling in when you notice the date of this day and remember that you have your date with Gin today. Normally that would fill you with excitement and giddiness but today you can't help but be a bit creeped out thanks to the unnerving dream you just had. Your phone starts ringing after a while which surprises you a bit. Who would call you at this hour? Strangely enough you're even more shocked when you see Gin's name on your display but accept her call immediately. Gin herself doesn't seem to know why she exactly called you, or rather doesn't want you to tell. She just wants to hear your voice, that's all. Very suspicious indeed.

⚫️You two still meet for your date although Gin certainly doesn't tell you about the weapons she's hidden in her dress and handbag when she sees you, eyes already trailing round to seek out that one person who killed you in her dream. Both of you act weird though. You notice here and there how she constantly glances behind her back and how her eyes constantly analyze the people around her whilst you space out and can't enjoy this all as much as you normally would. Gin notices your strange behavior just as much and is the first one to ask you about it. You give her a conflicted look as you don't want to concern her too much but find yourself unable to reject her worried eyes. You're frighteningly honest, too honest, to Gin as you admit everything to her. You want to tell her immediately after that she doesn't have to worry about that stupid dream, but stop when you notice that horrified and paranoid expression on her face. When you ask her what's wrong, she suddenly grabs you with unexpected strength and starts dialing a number in, asking to be picked up.

⚫️She doesn't tell you anything when you ask her, just insists for you to wait and trust her for just a bit longer. It all starts dawning on you when you see the car and the people inside of it. All of them have weapons and address her in a respectful tone as she tells them to take you away and protect you whilst she has some business to take care of. Your dream...no, it can't be. When you shout at her whilst pushed into the car if she really is an assassin in the Mafia, she stops for a short while and glances at you. A look that shatters you as your whole belief crashes down onto you. You're silently terrified the whole ride, when you're led into what you can only assume to be a hideout for the Mafia and when you're locked away in a room where you collapse on the ground and start silently hyperventilating as everything is too much for you in that moment. Gin returns after a while and all you do is glance shortly at her in her true attire before you look somewhere else. Gin doesn't know what she can say to you either right now. She just wanted you to be safe, that's all. Things probably won't go back to normal again.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🍎You're not even aware of this man yet but Fyodor already knows everything about you. His little, sweet sin. His crime that he has to punish for tempting him into committing. It's a delightful task for the man though as his very existence is what causes you loss after loss, agony after agony. It isn't going to be any different for you today as you drive to work after another night where you cried yourself to sleep. Unaware that this will be your last day where you have the luxury of a job. Unaware that this is your last day in life. Ironically even the man with connections everywhere doesn't know about the tragedy that happens whilst he decides to busy himself with other things. Fyodor is informed an hour later about the accident. A truck suddenly swayed on the road, causing a massive road accident. Your car crashed into another one and tipped over. Your injuries were too severe, you succumbed to your wounds before the ambulance arrived. Fyodor doesn't show a visible reaction but spends a few minutes just staring at the message and mulling the words over.

🍎He's able to gain access to the footage of that specific street and watches in silence the accident unfolding again in front of his eyes. In a cruel way it's fascinating. In one moment you're driving safe and sound to your workplace, in the next your car topples over on the road. All previous work he has done is dropped as he starts focusing on your case, finds out where your corpse is kept and enables himself to see you one last time. It's strange, this clenching emptiness in his chest when he sees your dead body for the first and last time. Your skin even colder than his when he caresses your face with tenderness unlikely for a demon like him. He leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, inspects your bruised face. You don't look like you found peace and salvation in your death. There are no tears that he sheds for his darling but he leaves the building with his eyes stuck to the ground, deep in thoughts as he becomes aware of that hollow feeling he has in his chest, a dull pain as soon as he thinks about his darling. Won't they leave him in peace even in death?

🍎The driver of the truck has to be punished. They've committed a crime and Fyodor wants to bring them the judgement they deserve. They stole something precious from him. His darling was his cherished angel. An angel stained with sins but an angel nevertheless. The poor person gets abducted within the same day, shaking and trembling as they have no idea what's going on. They beg Fyodor to let them go since they're innocent yet shut up when they notice the glimmer in Fyodor's eyes, reflecting hell's fire itself. He asks them if they know what terrible thing he did for Fyodor to even deem them as worthy to not just kill them off like that. They can probably already think what he means but insist that they didn't intend to cause such a major traffic accident and kill and hurt so many people. Those are empty words and apologies at best in Fyodor's ears. The dead can't return after all which is why their sin can never be forgiven. A single touch of his hands is all it takes to end their life immediately but Fyodor finds no salvation in their death.

🍎He's never been a great sleeper, especially since he has anemia and suffers from a weaker health. There's no tantrum he throws, there is no tears he sheds. What he does is checking on his darling after recalling all the events of this rather detailed dream. You're alive but that doesn't quench this strange feeling. His intellect makes him one of the most terrifying criminals for a reason and he doesn't just brush this dream off as merely this. It was too detailed even for someone like him and considering that awakes a fascination and curiosity inside of him. He starts waiting for events in the world to happen which he is already aware of and in the next few hours he arrives at a truly interesting conclusion. That this wasn't a dream. No, it's the truth of what will happen and what might have already happened before. He's not even doubting this as he's too confident in his own intelligence and skills for such a thing. The question right now would be if you now just as much as he does. You were the main character in this tragedy after all.

🍎You think that God just hates you at this point. Your whole life has been a catastrophe since the last few weeks and now you even dreamed about your own death. It truly can't be any worse than this anymore. That's what you think at least. On your way to the bakery to buy something to eat as your own fridge is nearly empty due to the low payment you've received those last few weeks, you are not aware of the man who strokes serenely behind you, eyes observing you. You look tired and stressed out, have lost a bit of weight thanks to everything he put you through. There's no one in the bakery when you enter at first but you don't really care. Only when the door opens again and announces another customer do you spare a short glance at the man who just entered. You ignore him even as he stands right next to you, looking over the pastries and bread in the counter. It isn't until he suddenly asks you the question how your night was that you turn around with a slightly bewildered look. That's none of his concern after all.

🍎He returns a calm smile, one that slightly unsettles you though. You turn your eyes to the cashier as you wonder if they could help ou only to find them suddenly leaving which confuses you even more. You don't look all too well. Life must have been hard on you, isn't he right? You get all defensive when he starts talking like that to you although feat also starts striking you more and more as the sinister glimmer in his eyes freaks you out. He's curious, how does one feel when dreaming about their own death? Your face falls, eyes widen and your breath hitches when this question leaves his lips. A telltale sign and you only notice that he was waiting for this when you see the previously calm and arrogant smile taking on a more sinister form. Poor thing, he'll save you from your death and this life. You want to run, you want to scream but before you can do anything, something sharp penetrates your skin. A small needle injects something into your veins. You notice with blurring vision the cashier and his voice promising you that he'll save you from your own life.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️You've stopped believing in anyone since a long time ago. Your trust in the government of this country has been broken ever since they've started keeping you in a special building, all because Jouno asked them for a favor. Said favor being you. The Hunting Dog asked the government to essentially trap you for him and all they did was listen. You're not treated bad after all, Saigiku just loves you and doesn't want to endanger you, it's a small sacrifice for the safety of this country. That's all you've received from everyone in here as all of them don't value you more than one of the Hunting Dogs. Speaking of the man, he's currently out on a mission and you're alone as often. You don't have many visitors as nearly everyone is too afraid of Jouno since his somewhat possessive tendencies are known to everyone and as if lying would work on him. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, deep in thoughts until your food is delivered by someone you haven't seen so far. A new face. Not as if that would mean anything for you. You won't be allowed to see anyone besides Jouno.

♦️You dig in the food listlessly and start to chew, noting a slightly weird taste to it as well as the one who delivered the food to give you a conflicted look. You tilt your head curiously and they seemingly flinch at that gesture, chewing their bottom lip before turning around. Their head hangs low and just before they leave, you swear you hear them muttering an apology, that it's nothing personal and that they'll be soon gone too. What was that about? You're not particularly hungry and dislike the aftertaste of the meal so you leave it and just go back to your bed, grab a book that you recently got. After a while something weird happens though. A numbness spreading from your fingertips, your tongue and your lips to the rest of your body, accompanied by an ache in stomach and head. This doesn't feel normal so you run to the door, or at least attempt to do but you stagger as you find to your horror the numbness spreading fastly. You're barely able to knock on the door and cry out for help before you fall over, completely paralyzed and unable to breathe.

♦️Jouno returns a few hours later and the first thing he wants to do is checking on his little darling to see if they behaved well. Only that he's stopped by one of the guards working here who is terrified, heart beating fast and muscles tense and trembling who stumbles out that Jouno can't see you. The way Jouno smiles at him and tells him to explain what has happend during his absence probably makes them feel like they could wet themselves. When they tell the blind man finally that you were poisoned and suffocated alive due to a total body motor paralysis, all emotions leave his face. The guard isn't able to react in time when one of his hands wrap tightly around their throat and squeeze tightly as his fierce temper bursts out for a short while. It's only because Fukuchi and Teruko stop him that the guard is set free although Jouno tells him in an arctic tone to leave where he won't notice him. He sits the rest of the day in the room where you were confined silently. He took you because of his own possessive nature, sure. But he meant it when he said that he'd protect you.

♦️It's at first unusual, after thinking about it, not so unusual that Jouno suddenly wants to see you in the middle of the night. You just wish that it wouldn't be now, not after the horrific dream you just had where you suffocated whilst you were fully conscious due to some poison in your food. You're really losing your mind in here, aren't you? What surprises you is that there's no teasing, no greeting, no sadistic remark when he enters. In the dim light you notice his face, void of the normal nonchalant expression on his face spiking your anxiety. You did nothing wrong as far as you can remember, why is he looking at you like that?! The sudden increase in fear is noted by Saigiku who shots your worries down by telling you that he isn't here to hurt you or punish you. You only ease slightly though as you don't trust the male as far as you can throw him. Your eyes are glued to him as he sits down on the bed next to you. He's looking at you, you feel that even if you know that he's blind. You don't say anything and he doesn't either for a while.

♦️The motion of him suddenly petting your head in something you dare to name gentle affection startles you. He rarely is that gentle with you after all, you have every right to be disturbed and flabbergasted by this sudden affectionate gesture. You actually dare to ask him what's wrong but as most of the time, you don't receive an answer from him. Instead he replies to your question with his own question and asks you why your heartbeat and your breathing pattern was already so frantic before he even entered. You flinch but aren't exactly surprised to hear that. His heightened senses are a living hell since you can't keep anything a secret from him. You don't want to tell him about your nightmare, in the worst case he'll use it to torment you again and right now you wouldn't be able to handle that. When you feel his fingers running harsher through your scull though and asking you again the question, you realize that you don't have a choice. As always. You keep it vague though, only tell him that you had a rather disturbing nightmare. The reaction you receive is unexpected.

♦️It's all pressed out of you within minutes and all he has to do is basically retelling what he has dreamed about and the reaction of your heart and your body tells him everything he needs to know. He leaves as fast as he has come although you have by now realized that something is going on but are as always never informed. The only thing you witness later on that day, hours after Saigiku has gone on a mission, is a small commotion outside your door which quickly dies down though and leaves you wondering what has happened. When Jouno returns, whatever small tension he might have had throughout the day leaves when he's informed by a guard that they captured the intruder. They are terrified when Jouno enters the room they're kept in, already informed about the background and their motives. Revenge on him by poisoning his innocent lover? That's exactly why such vile people as them should just die. Why not have a taste of the food just so they know what you went through? He leaves you in the dark about the truth, just dotes on you slightly more in return.

Suehiro Tetchou

🌸Recently there has been some tension in the city thanks to a rather heated conflict between the Port Mafia and a foreign gang who tries to interfere with their business and affairs, numerous fights have already been ended with the cost of the lives of citizens. It worries you but it makes your partner even more anxious. Tetchou is protective, very much so, and you know that already. You've promised him to inform him as soon as something happens. He hopes that it won't come this far yet hope is rarely something you should put your trust into as he receives one day a message from you. No context is given besides the name of a place but there is no need for any context as he can already think why you mailed him. He immediately tries to call you but you don't pick up which results in him suffering a short heart attack. There are no orders for him currently so he storms out to the location you sent him. Teruko and Jouno end up tagging along. Both of them are bored as it is and when they hear Tetchou's hasty explanation, they take the chance to catch some terrorists.

🌸They arrive just in time to see a car leaving the abandoned place and as soon as they see them, they start firing. What other confirmation do they need? Plum Blossoms in Snow is instantly used by Tetchou and that without any worries as Jouno confirms to him that his darling isn't inside the car. He grabs the first guy closest to him when he storms over to the now split car and asks them in a serious tone what happend with you. A frightened realization dawns on the face of the guy when they become suddenly aware that the insanely strong man in front of them is in fact your lover. Their lack of an answer does nothing to soothe Tetchou's worries though as his grip by now threatens to snap some bones. They let out a cry before they point to the river, stuttering out that you walked in onto them disposing of some bodies from the Port Mafia and had to be silenced too. The statement implies everything Tetchou needs to hear to feel his heart stopping for a moment in his chest. He steps back in shock before he storms to the shore of the river.

🌸True to what they told him, he sees a few dead bodies floating in the water as soon as he runs into the river although none of them interest him as he frantically searches for you. The final sight that truly breaks him in the end is when he finally finds you, the water around you stained in red. He's shaking, slightly hyperventilating when he pulls you out of the water and notices with horror that you were shot through your lungs yet are still clinging to life for some miracle. Your pulse is faint and is getting weaker and weaker though as you choke out blood. Your eyes flatter open weakly when you hear a familiar voice calling shakily for you. When he realizes that you're conscious, he promises you that he'll get you to a hospital immediately. All you can do is lift your hand weakly which he quickly grasps, give him a weak smile and whisper something that destroys his very core. "You came. I knew that you'd come." You die seconds later in his arms, taking half of his heart with you. He should have done more. Then you'd still be alive but instead he failed you.

🌸It's truly not a pretty way to wake up as you nearly tumble out of your bed out of shock when you wake up from one of the worst nightmares you had in years, maybe even the worst of all. You attempt to be rational though as you take deep breaths to calm your racing heart down. You've spend a lot of time investigating all the fights, have read reports of all the victims and how many of them died. It wouldn't be unlikely for all of that pressure and lingering terror in your heart to result in a dream like that. There's nothing for you to fear though. You work for the government, you often work together with the Hunting Dogs, your partner is one of them and you yourself aren't completely defenseless. You chant those few lines again and again in your head until you've regained your composure enough but then it's already too late to go back to sleep. Instead you just shower, dress up, eat, brush your teeth and go through a few files of the most recent attacks again. Your phone is on silent mode so all the messages and calls from Tetchou go unnoticed.

🌸Only when you drive to your workplace do you see him. He's standing right in front of the building and as soon as he sees you, he rushes to you. You're very confused to why he's here but can't ask him this question when he nearly crushes you in a tight embrace. He seems desperate judging from the way he squeezes you so you decide to return the hug for now. You stand there for a few minutes like this and slowly you start to feel embarrassed from the looks the people who pass by give you. You try to convince him to let go now which he eventually does, reluctantly. When you ask him what that was for, he replies that you didn't answer to his calls and messages. That's when you check your phone for messages and calls are quite stunned from the sheer amount he spammed you with. Has something happened? That question triggers something in him as you notice his whole body tensing up and a sorrowful look flashing inside his eyes. You assure him that you'll listen and as the honest soul he is with you, Tetchou tells you about the dream he had.

🌸Instead of comfort from you, you stumble back in horror after he's finished talking. You show him your back, start rambling to yourself that this can't be true, that this is some really twisted coincidence and nothing more. The fright and fear you radiate puts Tetchou at even more unease and he notices how you've started to shake when he rests both of his hands on your shoulder and questions you what's wrong all of a sudden. The look you give him when you turn around is pure paranoia as memories of your terrible death flash in front of your inner eye and you reply in a voice merely above a whisper that you've dreamed the exact same thing. The paranoia in your eyes appears in his eyes all at once as his grip around you tightens. Both of you aren't stupid. This can't be brushed off as a mere coincidence. You find yourself being dragged away by Tetchou despite your protests as he insists that this time he will protect you. Your personal freedom might be limited, you might lose your workplace but despite all of that he's convinced he's doing what's right. Can't you see that?!

Sigma

☁️Sigma isn't terrible. He's kind, he's caring, tends to your wishes and worries with the best of his abilities. Yet you're stuck in the Sky Casino most of your days in a special suite, cameras are nearly everywhere in your room and guards are constantly looking out for you. All because you're not just a lover for Sigma. You're his identity. You're his home, his family, you're the purpose he always wanted for life. Because of you he became someone and he is precisely because of that so terrified and paranoid to lose you and let you go. Your emotions about the man in question are conflicted as you don't hate him, you might even love him in a way yet you also can't forgive him from cutting you off from the world down there. You often lament silently about your situation and try to pinpoint how you feel about Sigma. That day isn't really any different as you walk around the hallways, for once not accompanied by guards which took a bit of begging Sigma for it. You bump on your stroll through the hallway into someone unknown though.

☁️ You notice how they carry a bag around with them, some of the content falling out of it which they frankly collect again. Aren't those coins used in his casino? They don't even notice you when you step carefully closer, not until they look up and you're standing nearly next to them. They're clearly startled, press the bag closer to them and shuffle away from you. That's when you realize what's going on. They're a customer who gambled too much and ended up in major debt and stole those coins to gamble more, where they got them from is above your knowledge though. You pity them a bit, decide to just leave them since they'll be caught anyways. They seem to just continue down the hall too. Only that in that exact moment Sigma and his men appear. The composed look on Sigma's face is replaced with fear when he sees you though, tells you to get quickly away from that person. Unfortunately it's already too late, your arm is suddenly twisted behind your back and a knife pressed against your throat as they start threatening to hurt you.

☁️They're desperate and so is Sigma right now which is why he tells his staff to not shoot. He steps hastily closer as he tries his very best to stay calm, promises his customer that he will forget all about their debt as long as they let you go. They stare at him for a nerve-wracking amount of time before they slowly let you go and Sigma quickly ushers you to come to him. That moment is short-lived though as from the other side another guard appears, gun pointed straight at the thief. Everything happens too fast for Sigma to control then. The customer turning around and attempting to grab you, Sigma hiding you behind his back, the new guard shooting the customer, them trying to stab Sigma and you shielding him which results in the knife being plunged right into your throat. You collapse straight into Sigma's arms, twitching and choking on your own blood whilst Sigma starts shouting for help, his composure shattering as he tries to stop the bleeding, starts crying and begging for you to stay with him. Your body soon goes limb in his arms though and all at once his sense of self is shattered. Without you he's a nobody.

☁️Sigma only exposes his more insecure and vulnerable side to you and rarely to anyone else yet even you're caught off guard when he slams the door to your room open and storms to your side. Before you can even begin to ask him what's wrong, he almost throws himself at you, arms wrapped tightly around you and face buried in your shoulder. You take notice of the way his whole body is trembling and the wetness staining your clothes from his tears. So you swallow all possible questions you could ask him down and just wrap your arms carefully around him too, returning his hug. Neither one of you says much for the next hour as he at one point just lays down in bed with you and stays with you, trying to gain some semblance of sanity again. Even when you attempt to ask him about what happened after he has seemingly calmed down a bit, although he's still cuddled right next to you, he refuses to speak of it. He avoids the topic at all costs and eventually you give it up. He stays until the morning with you before he leaves you, very much to his displeasure.

☁️Throughout the day he constantly checks on you though, tightens the security around your room and insists for you to stay today in your room. This goes very much against your wishes and annoys you as you don't understand why he's acting like this. You've seen his insecure and more irrational phases before but this is something even worse and the most annoying thing is that he doesn't want to worry you and for that doesn't tell you anything. It's so frustrating. To your luck the guards keeping watch in front of your room are almost friends to you by now so you manage to negotiate with them that they will let you out of your room but will accompany you. It isn't ideal but you take what you're offered. You need some short change just to fully get rid of that gruesome nightmare of yours. What you tried to forget though comes back to haunt you when you see the same person staying in front of you, shaking when they notice the two guards. The guards pull out their guns when they notice the bag filled with coins, tell you to go back to your room.

☁️When you storm back to your room, you see Sigma who also rushes towards you. He's already beginning to scold you with a mixture of mild anger and paranoia until he hears you. All you do is stutter out that you have to stay in your room, that the person with the stolen coins from your dream is there, that you don't want to die before you leave him standing there and slam the door behind you shut. You weren't specific but Sigma understood everything you just told him. In the next moment he's calling for more guards, tells them to arrest the customer but to not kill them. Not yet. Honestly, he could have let it slide if it would have only been a dream of his but you had the same dream, you were the one sacrificing yourself for him and dying. They took you away from him, murdered you. Now he can't ignore this anymore. If they're so desperate for the coins, he'll give it to them. Only that Sigma will show them the special function for those coins too. You never hear of that person again, notice though how Sigma grows far more overbearing than he used to be.

[aghost-writer]

Lonely

Chapter 7

This is a Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x Female Reader Fic!

MDNI!!!

The atmosphere in the Armed Detective Agency felt heavier than usual, though no one dared to address it outright. Whispers passed between desks, subdued and cautious, as though the wrong words might tip the already uneasy balance. Y/N’s name hung in the air, unspoken yet present, pulling at the edges of their focus.

It wasn’t often that Fukuzawa intervened personally in matters like this, but the fact that he had escorted Y/N back to her bookstore himself left a ripple in his wake. Not that anyone could openly question the president’s actions—no one except Dazai, perhaps, who currently lounged at his desk as though the world existed solely for his amusement.

Dazai’s chair tipped back precariously, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a pencil twirling lazily between his fingers. His usual grin faltered as his mind churned with thoughts he’d never voice.

"Back to the bookstore, huh?" He bit the inside of his cheek. "So, the president undid all my hard work. How inconvenient."

From the moment Y/N had entered their lives, she’d been an enigma to Dazai, a riddle he hadn’t yet cracked. She wasn’t a formal member of the Agency, yet she’d effortlessly made herself a part of their world. Her warmth and resilience had drawn him in, and for once, his carefully laid schemes to keep her close had fallen apart.

"Perhaps I’ve been going about this the wrong way," he mused, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. The pencil twirled faster in his hand as his thoughts wandered to more manipulative avenues. "Maybe I should seduce her away from that husband of hers. A bit of emotional manipulation always makes things interesting."

Despite the playful tilt of his mind, something in her eyes lingered with him—the shadows, the weight she carried. Dazai’s grin faltered for just a moment. He had a knack for spotting pain, and hers was no exception. It unsettled him, though he couldn’t place why.

Across the room, Atsushi sat at his desk, his paperwork abandoned as he stared out the window. The buzz of the office faded into the background, his thoughts swirling around Y/N. Her absence left a hollow ache he couldn’t shake.

It had been only two weeks since she started spending more time at the Agency, yet those two weeks had changed something in him. He missed her—missed her gentle presence, the quiet comfort she brought to the chaos of his life.

His hand drifted absently to his hair, remembering the way her fingers would comb through it, untangling knots as she listened to him talk. It wasn’t much, just a small gesture, but it had meant the world to him. For someone who had spent so long feeling unwanted, her care had been a lifeline.

"I shouldn’t be so selfish," he thought, guilt tugging at his heart. "She has her own life, her own worries. I can’t expect her to always be here for me."

Even so, the longing didn’t fade. He toyed with the idea of visiting her at the bookstore, if only to check on her. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips, though it was tinged with hesitation.

Kunikida, meanwhile, buried himself in his planner, the scratch of his pen filling the quiet around him. Adjustments to his schedule were meticulous, each detail accounted for. Twice-weekly visits to Y/N had already become routine, but now, twice didn’t feel like enough.

“Three days a week,” he muttered under his breath, writing it down in neat, precise script. “And if necessary, I can rearrange…”

He had always prided himself on maintaining distance from personal matters, but Y/N was different. There was a quiet strength about her that commanded his respect, coupled with a kindness that softened even his rigid demeanor. Yet he had also seen the cracks—the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her shoulders sagged when she thought no one was looking.

She had a way of hiding her struggles behind a smile, but Kunikida wasn’t fooled. He couldn’t sit idly by knowing she might be facing those struggles alone.

Ranpo’s voice broke through the relative quiet of the office. “So this is the girl everyone’s been talking about, huh?” he said, more to himself than anyone else, a lollipop perched lazily between his lips.

The self-proclaimed greatest detective had been watching his colleagues closely, noting the subtle shifts in their behavior whenever Y/N was mentioned. Dazai’s grin tightened. Atsushi’s gaze turned distant. Even Kunikida’s usual stoicism softened, if only slightly.

Ranpo leaned back in his chair, twirling the lollipop. “Guess I’ll drop by the bookstore one of these days,” he said, smirking to himself. “Might be fun to see what kind of person has Dazai this worked up.”

As the day wore on, the Agency returned to its usual rhythm—or tried to, at least. But Y/N lingered in their thoughts, her absence a quiet, nagging presence none of them could ignore.

For Dazai, she was a puzzle yet to be solved. For Atsushi, she was a source of comfort he already missed more than he cared to admit. For Kunikida, she was a reminder of the importance of compassion, a force that drove him to protect her even from afar.

Though she wasn’t formally part of their team, Y/N had become woven into the fabric of their lives. And whether they admitted it or not, none of them were ready to let her go.

A few days had passed since Y/N had returned to her bookstore, but the quiet life she had hoped to slip back into had taken an unexpected turn. Though she wasn’t a member of the Armed Detective Agency, it seemed as though several of its members had decided she was, in some way, under their watchful care. A pattern had formed, one that brought a mix of comfort and chaos into her daily life.

Every afternoon, without fail, Atsushi would appear at the front door of the bookstore, his shy smile lighting up the space as he stepped inside. At first, he had been hesitant, unsure if his visits would be a bother, but Y/N’s warm welcome had quickly dissolved any reservations he had. It didn’t take long for him to make himself at home, and their time together had become a cherished routine.

Today was no different. Atsushi sat cross-legged on the floor near the shop’s small reading nook, his head resting on Y/N’s lap as she combed her fingers gently through his hair. He let out a contented sigh, practically melting under her touch.

“And then Dazai-san decided to use me as bait,” Atsushi said, exasperation lacing his voice as he recounted the latest case. “Can you believe that? He didn’t even warn me!”

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers never pausing in their rhythmic motion. “That sounds like Dazai,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “But you handled it, didn’t you?”

Atsushi nodded, his frustration giving way to a shy sense of pride. “Yeah, we caught the guy in the end. But I swear, Dazai-san gets more reckless every day.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with a fond gaze. “You’ve come a long way, Atsushi. You should be proud of yourself.”

Her words made his cheeks flush a light pink, and he averted his eyes, mumbling a quiet “thank you.” Moments like these, where she praised him and treated him with such genuine kindness, were ones he held close to his heart. He had grown up feeling like a burden, but with Y/N, he felt seen and appreciated.

Atsushi sighed again, his voice softer now. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N. You’re… really important to me.”

The sincerity in his tone caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. Instead, she let her fingers glide through his hair, offering him the comfort he sought.

Meanwhile, Kunikida had also settled into his own routine when it came to Y/N. He arrived at the bookstore three times a week, precisely on schedule, and immediately set to work. Despite her initial protests that his time was too valuable to spend on manual labor, he had become something of a regular helper around the shop.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hire someone to help you with this?” Kunikida asked as he carried yet another heavy box to the back room. His brow was furrowed, a mixture of concern and irritation written across his face. “You shouldn’t be doing this alone.”

“I appreciate the offer, Kunikida, but I’ve managed just fine until now,” Y/N replied, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Besides, I think you secretly enjoy helping out.”

He scoffed, adjusting his glasses. “Enjoy is a strong word. I’m merely ensuring that you don’t overwork yourself again. Someone has to keep you in line.”

Despite his gruff demeanor, Kunikida’s actions spoke louder than his words. He went out of his way to lighten her load, meticulously organizing the boxes and offering advice on how to streamline her operations. Y/N found his fussing endearing, though she would never say it out loud.

As the days passed, Kunikida began to feel a sense of responsibility toward her. She had a quiet strength that he admired, but he couldn’t ignore the underlying exhaustion in her eyes. She was trying so hard to maintain her independence, but he could see the strain it was putting on her.

“I’ll be back on Friday,” he said firmly as he prepared to leave for the day. “If there’s anything else you need moved, make a list.”

Y/N smiled, her expression softening. “Thank you, Kunikida. You’re too kind.”

He adjusted his glasses again, his ears turning slightly red. “It’s nothing,” he muttered before making a hasty exit.

And then there was Dazai. Of all the members of the Agency, he was the most persistent—and the most infuriating. Every day, without fail, he would show up with a meal in hand, his charming smile and playful banter filling the room.

“Y/N-chan, I’ve brought you lunch!” Dazai announced as he waltzed into the store, a neatly packed bento box in one hand and a mischievous gleam in his eye. “You weren’t planning on skipping another meal, were you?”

Y/N sighed, placing a hand on her hip. “Dazai, I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

“But why would you, when I can do it for you?” he countered, setting the bento down on the counter. “Besides, I wouldn’t want you to waste away. That would be a tragedy.”

Despite her protests, she couldn’t deny that his gestures were thoughtful. The meals he brought were always delicious, and though she hated to admit it, she had started looking forward to his daily visits.

“By the way,” Dazai said, leaning casually against the counter, “I’ve been thinking… wouldn’t it be nice if you joined the Agency? We could use someone like you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Someone like me?”

“Smart, resourceful, and far too charming for her own good,” he replied, his tone teasing. “You’d fit right in.”

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. “I think I’ll stick to running my bookstore, thank you.”

Dazai shrugged, unfazed by her rejection. “Well, the offer’s always open. And if you ever get tired of that husband of yours…” He let the sentence hang, his expression unreadable.

Y/N frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor. She didn’t understand why he kept making comments about her marriage, but they left her feeling uneasy. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to confront him about it.

The bell above the bookstore door jingled softly as Y/N turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, letting in the faint warmth of the morning sun. The familiar scent of old paper and wood polish greeted her, comforting as always. She stepped inside, flipping on the lights, and the shop came alive with a cozy glow. Books lined the shelves from floor to ceiling, and the quiet promise of a peaceful day filled her heart.

As Y/N moved toward the counter, arranging a few things here and there, the bell jingled again. She glanced up, expecting one of her regulars, but paused when she saw a man standing in the doorway. Dressed in his usual trench coat, a lollipop dangling lazily from his lips, Ranpo Edogawa stared at her with sharp, curious eyes.

“Ranpo,” she greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Ranpo sauntered in without a word, looking around the bookstore like it was the first time he’d seen anything like it. “I was in the neighborhood,” he said nonchalantly, though his gaze flickered with something more than casual curiosity. “Thought I’d drop by.”

Y/N chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Well, you’re welcome anytime. Can I get you anything? Tea, maybe?”

Ranpo waved her off, already walking toward one of the shelves. “Nah, I’m good. I just want to look around.”

Y/N watched him for a moment before heading back to the counter. She had met Ranpo briefly during her short stay at the Armed Detective Agency’s infirmary. He hadn’t said much then, but his presence had been hard to ignore. Now, as he wandered through her shop, picking up books and examining them with an air of disinterest that didn’t quite match the sharpness in his gaze, she found herself wondering what had brought him here.

Ranpo moved slowly, his fingers brushing over the spines of books as if he were cataloging every title in his mind. “Nice place you’ve got here,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at her. “How long have you been running it?”

“About three years,” Y/N replied, placing a tray of freshly baked cookies on the counter. She had made them that morning, a habit she’d developed to share something sweet with her regular customers. “It’s been my little sanctuary.”

Ranpo hummed, turning his attention back to the shelves. He didn’t speak for a while, and Y/N busied herself arranging some books on the counter. When he finally wandered over, he leaned against the counter, his sharp green eyes fixed on her. “You always this busy in the mornings?” he asked, nodding toward the empty shop.

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “Not really. Most of my customers come in the afternoons. Mornings are usually quiet.”

Ranpo’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before dropping to the tray of cookies. “What’s this?” he asked, plucking one from the tray without waiting for an answer.

“Cookies,” Y/N said, amused. “Help yourself.”

He bit into the cookie, chewing thoughtfully. “Not bad,” he said after a moment, though the way he reached for a second one told her he thought they were more than just ‘not bad.’

Y/N leaned against the counter, watching him with a curious smile. “So, what brings you here, Ranpo? I don’t imagine you’re the type to wander into bookstores on a whim.”

Ranpo smirked, popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth. “Maybe I’m just curious about you.”

Her brow arched slightly. “Curious about me? Why’s that?”

He shrugged, but his gaze didn’t waver. “You’ve been hanging around with the Agency a lot lately. You’re… different.”

Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she simply smiled and changed the subject. “You should take a few books with you. On the house.”

Ranpo shook his head. “Nah, I’ve got everything I need up here.” He tapped his temple, a self-assured grin spreading across his face.

Y/N chuckled. “I should’ve guessed.”

For a while, they lapsed into a comfortable silence. Ranpo continued to wander around the shop, occasionally picking up a book and flipping through it before setting it back down. Y/N went about her tasks, glancing at him now and then as she worked. There was something about him—something sharp and observant—that made her feel like he was seeing far more than she intended to show.

Finally, he made his way back to the counter, leaning against it once more. He reached for another cookie but paused, his expression shifting slightly. “So,” he said, his tone more serious now, “your husband’s coming home soon, huh?”

Y/N blinked at the sudden change in topic. “Yes,” she said, her smile softening. “Tomorrow, actually.”

Ranpo’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, Y/N thought she saw a flicker of something like disapproval cross his face. He bit into the cookie without saying anything, chewing slowly as if weighing his next words.

“You seem… happy about that,” he said finally, though his tone didn’t quite match the sentiment.

Y/N nodded, her smile unwavering. “Of course. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

Ranpo studied her, his gaze piercing. “And he’s… good to you?”

The question caught her off guard, and she hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding again. “Yes. Why do you ask?”

Ranpo didn’t answer right away. He straightened up, his demeanor shifting back to his usual nonchalant self. “Just curious,” he said, brushing crumbs from his hands. “Well, I should get going.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “Already? You’re welcome to stay longer.”

Ranpo gave her a small, almost enigmatic smile. “Maybe next time.”

As he turned to leave, Y/N called after him. “Ranpo?”

He glanced over his shoulder, his lollipop back in his mouth. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for stopping by,” she said, her smile warm and genuine.

Ranpo’s eyes softened, and he gave her a slight nod before stepping out into the sunlight. The bell jingled as the door closed behind him, leaving Y/N alone once more. She watched the door for a moment, a faint sense of unease creeping into her chest. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something about Ranpo’s visit felt… different.

Shrugging off the feeling, she turned back to her tasks, telling herself that it was just her imagination. Tomorrow would be a new day, and she had plenty to do before her husband returned.

The bookstore was quiet, a haven of soft whispers between pages, the scent of old paper and freshly brewed tea mingling in the air. Y/N wiped her hands on her apron as she finished the last task of the day—wiping down the counter. It had been a long day, but the thought of her husband’s return made her feel lighter, her anticipation making the hours pass in a blur. Every tick of the clock reminded her that in just a little while, he would be home.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on what had changed, but the last few weeks had felt different. Since she had met Dazai and the others from the Armed Detective Agency, there had been a shift in her world. Dazai especially had become a presence she wasn’t sure how to handle. His kindness, the way he checked on her, the food he brought every day, and the way he made her laugh—sometimes, it felt as if she was only truly seen when he was around. She had begun to look forward to his visits, to the easy banter and the way he made her forget the silence that normally enveloped her life. Her husband, who was often distant, never truly seeing her, left her with a gnawing loneliness. Dazai had filled that void in ways she didn’t fully understand.

Today, however, was different. Her husband had promised to return after being away for weeks, and she was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had tried not to let herself get too hopeful, but the thought of him walking through the door, returning to their shared home—it made her heart race. Maybe this time, he would be different. Maybe he would stay longer, show her more attention, treat her like she deserved.

She finished the last of her work and turned the open sign to closed, locking the door behind her. As she moved toward the small apartment upstairs that served as her living space, she heard the soft jingle of the doorbell. The sound of the bell made her stop in her tracks. She turned slowly and saw Dazai standing in the doorway, a familiar grin on his face, and the ever-present bento box in his hand.

“Ah, just in time,” Dazai said, stepping inside with a quiet but purposeful stride. “I thought I’d bring you dinner. You’ve been so busy today, haven’t you?”

Y/N smiled at him, her heart still fluttering from the anticipation of her husband’s return. “Thanks, Dazai. You really don’t have to keep bringing me food.” But she couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest at his gesture. She had come to enjoy these little moments, and Dazai had a way of making her feel important in a way her husband hadn’t for a long time.

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, setting the bento on the counter. “But I want to. And besides, I wouldn’t want you to starve before your husband gets back.”

Y/N’s smile faltered just a little. “Yes, he’ll be back today,” she said, almost as if she was reassuring herself. “He’s been gone for so long, I don’t even remember the last time we spent time together. It feels like it’s been months… Maybe this time, he’ll stay longer. I think we could really use some time together.”

Dazai studied her with those piercing eyes, a trace of something unreadable in his gaze. “Hmm, I’m sure he’ll be back just like he promised,” he said softly, though there was a hint of something else in his tone. “It must be nice to look forward to someone coming home after so long.”

Y/N nodded, though a strange feeling began to stir in her chest. Dazai was standing a little closer now, his presence warm, and for some reason, it felt comforting. She couldn’t explain why, but she was acutely aware of the space between them. The hum of the shop seemed to fade away, and the only thing that remained was Dazai’s steady gaze.

She looked down at the counter, her fingers brushing against the bento box. “I really appreciate you bringing me food every day. It’s been… nice, having someone to talk to. I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been until recently.”

Dazai took a step closer, his hand brushing gently against hers as he reached for the bento. “I’m glad I could help, Y/N,” he said, his voice lower now, more intimate. “But you don’t have to be lonely. I’m always here for you.” He paused, his smile softening, a touch of something serious flickering in his eyes. “I’ve always been here.”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N felt her pulse quicken. There was something in his voice, in the way he said it, that made her heart beat faster. She tried to brush it off, telling herself it was nothing, that Dazai was just being kind. But as he moved even closer, his presence filling the space between them, Y/N couldn’t help the nervous flutter in her stomach.

“I…” she started, but her words faltered when Dazai’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing across her skin. She felt a rush of warmth flood through her, and for a moment, she could hardly think. She opened her mouth to say something—maybe to pull away, maybe to tell him that she couldn’t—but the words never came.

Instead, Dazai leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a gentle, almost hesitant kiss. The sensation was electric, every nerve in her body seeming to light up as the kiss deepened. His hand moved to her back, pulling her closer, and she found herself melting against him, unable to move, unable to think.

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to make sense of everything happening so quickly. Her husband was supposed to be coming home today. But right now, it was only Dazai, and all her thoughts seemed to disappear into the softness of his kiss.

She couldn’t pull away. It was as if she were caught in a trance, her body reacting before her mind had a chance to catch up. But then, just as quickly as the kiss began, Dazai pulled back, his gaze locking with hers.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “You don’t need to be with someone who doesn’t see you for who you are. You deserve someone who will be there, who will appreciate you every single day.” His eyes softened, and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary.

Y/N felt dizzy, her mind reeling from the kiss, from his words, from the sudden warmth she felt in her chest. She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice faltered as she felt the weight of her emotions pressing against her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that what he said was true, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong. She had a husband—her husband—who she was supposed to be waiting for, someone who had promised to return today.

“I…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t… I have to… he’ll be here soon.”

Dazai stepped back, giving her space, though his gaze remained intense, never leaving her face. “Of course,” he said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I understand. But remember, Y/N, I’m always here if you need someone.”

Y/N nodded, her heart still pounding in her chest. She turned away quickly, moving toward the staircase that led up to her apartment. As her feet hit the first step, she heard Dazai’s voice once more.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She was too lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her, and the uncertainty of her feelings left her trembling as she climbed the stairs. She needed to be alone, needed to process everything that had just happened. The door to her apartment clicked shut behind her, and she leaned against it, trying to catch her breath.

Her mind kept racing, but there was one thought that stood out above all the others—Dazai had kissed her. And she had let him.

[gothicxreylover]

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Hello there strangers. This is a remake of my old introductions and updated version.

Fandoms I write for

Bungo Stray Dogs

OMORI

Identity V

Hazbin Hotel

Demon sayer

I would also warn that I'm barely going back into Hazbin Hotel so I apologize if characters are out of their personalities. I would also say that this is a Yandere blog so if you're uncomfortable with these types of stuff I would suggest you leave this blog.

Types of stuff I write

Fluff

Smut

Gore/horror

Angst

Funny/unhinged

Platonic

I would like to mention that if characters you ask are underage it would be strictly platonic. Like I said before I'm a yandere blog so underage characters behave would be based on personality. (If that makes sense) If the reader requests y/n to be a child with an adult character it would be platonic.

Things I don't write

Underage smut

Pedophile or other strange things

Weird kinks (trust me I had requests about weird kinks on Wattpad)

Non-consensual smut

And female reader

Female readers are still welcome to stay but y/n would be Gender neutral for all. I do accept male readers but if gender is not specific it would be Gender neutral.

[biggestfyolaifan-moved]

Hello Isaac I need you to hear me out with this headcanon request Ranpo Edogawa with a younger or older sibling reader a bit basic concept wise but what would you think the dynamic of that would be like.

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[ranpo edogawa sibling headcanons]

[platonic with gender neutral terms]

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UGHH i am SO SO SO sorry!!! i would've done this a LOT sooner. i promise i won't be this slow next time!! i left the tanizaki siblings out, too. they make me a little uncomfortable, but they still exist. we're just gonna say that they don't have that random incestuous relationship they have. but anyways, thank you for requesting, stary!! always nice to hear from you, you're the best!!

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well, if you're a younger sibling to ranpo, i can totally imagine what your relationship with fukuzawa would be like!! this isn't about him, though. yet !

i'll go two ways with this, and i'll start with one first. assuming you are the biological sibling of ranpo, you've both kinda just, been through it.

if so, he cherishes you, a LOT. he shows you off to everyone else in the agency, no matter how old you are. he thinks you're the best in the whole world! maybe except for himself, but we're talking about you!

biological or not, poe definitely knows about you, either because ranpo told him or he was being a little silly and found out from watching you both !

and no matter how old you are, you're probably still the more mature one of the sibling pair.

oh, but if you aren't his biological sibling? he still cherishes you! it probably took a long time to establish the fact that the two of you felt like sibling figures to eachother; even though you still felt the way.

it was probably you that saw ranpo as a sibling figure first. and told him that, too. he felt the same way too, but probably didn't realize as fast as you did. ironic? probably!!

and of course when it was finally said out loud that you saw him as an older sibling, he didn't know what to say at all. it meant so much to him, he was always proud of you, and now that it was established you two were like siblings, it was just another reason to show you off to his colleagues and acquaintances even more than he did already!!

now, this is about ranpo, and still is, but what would your relationships with other people be like? i'm pretty sure everyone sees the whole fukuzawa-ranpo father-son kind of deal, right? he probably feels a similar way with you, too!

assuming ranpo hadn't met you at the ADA and also assuming you have an ability, ranpo felt it was EXTREMELY necessary to introduce you to the agency

and he did. everyone loved you! you made so many new friends, like kyouka, kenji, atsushi, and pretty much everyone else, too! dazai weirded you out a little, and kunikida scared you, but don't all former math teachers do?

should i mention that yosano and fukuzawa literally adore you?? poe, too. i mentioned that he knows about you as well, and he probably figured that out from being too afraid to approach ranpo in public, and then saw you. he was all confused, he'd never heard ranpo mention another person, so he decided to just watch innocently for a few minutes- no ill intentions!

it took him about fifteen minutes to figure out that you were practically siblings. he still doesn't really trust you. even so, good job, poe!

oh, and if fukuzawa views you the same way he views ranpo, then i can only imagine the three of you going to breakfast every week at least once. fun!!

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[cloudyyoimiya]

Hii! im not sure if youre taking requests right now but if so id like to request a portmafiayandere!ranpo x reader hcs

when i first got this request it really intrigued me. i never thought of what ranpo would be like in the mafia, but him as a yandere as well? i couldn’t get it off of my brain… thank you for requesting!!

Yandere Port Mafia! Ranpo Edogawa Headcanons

Possible warnings: Dark content, manipulation, mentions of nonconsensual drug usage, kidnapping, stalking

There are many routes we can take with these headcanons, so I’m going to start with you being a detective at the agency.

Let’s say that you were out on a job, trying to sniff out any information you can get about the Port Mafia. You went as an undercover agent and joined the mafia. You were relatively well accepted among your “peers”, but yet there was one man that didn’t like you in the slightest.

He would constantly watch you in plain sight. It’s almost as if he didn’t care if you caught him. You didn’t even know who it was as well. It made you nauseous.

Your first real encounter with him immediately rubbed you the wrong way as well. When he made eye contact with you, it felt as if he was staring through your soul. You felt like he knew everything about you, just by one glance. It was off putting to say the least.

This was the truth as well. He took note of how your hands were clammy as you shook his, how your face was slightly sweaty, how your breathing was uneven, how you seemed panicked… He deduced that you were an enemy in disguise almost instantly.

Later, you eventually found out that the person you shook hands with was one of the newest mafia executives; Ranpo Edogawa.

You didn’t like this one bit. You’ve heard stories of what he has done while in the mafias ranks, and it scared you. He was known for making up extremely complex plans for the mafia, and he was not to be messed with. The stories you were told also described how he would be able to figure out a persons motive within the speed of sound.

It scared you.

So what did you do?

You avoided him as much as you could.

You would keep your distance. You would always try to be on the opposite side of the building as him, you’d run past him if you were ever in the same room, and you’d try to ask for orders that made sure you wouldn’t be near him.

For the most part, it worked. You were able to successfully keep your distance from him!

Well, so you thought.

He was always watching you. If you were in a crowd, he was there as well. If you were in your office typing up some paperwork, he had a secret camera watching you.

He knew that you were a detective trying to gather information about the mafia, but yet he didn’t do a thing to stop you. He just simply watched on the sidelines, observing your every move.

Over the course of a few months, he started to fall in love with you. His love was… obsessive to say the least.

He’d set up more cameras so he could watch you—even some in your apartment. You of course, we’re none the wiser. He was very good at being discreet with his actions. After all, he was once the greatest detective in the world, alongside now being the best strategist in the mafia.

But then one day you were forced to go on a job with him due to his personal request. The letter you received asking you to come to his office was more than threatening as well. The way he worded things in his letter made everything seem more violent than they needed too.

When you entered his office, he asked you to sit down in a chair nearby. He then offered you one of his candies—something he has never done before.

You of course took the sweet, not wanting to rouse any suspicion on your end. You slowly ate it, and realized it tasted like cinnamon. You quickly checked the wrapper and it was supposed to be a fruity candy, not something that was had an autumn-like taste.

You then passed out.

When you awoke, you were in the mafias “dungeon.”

Ranpo was sitting in the corner, playing a video game. He wasn’t paying any attention to you.

When you made a noise, he looked up at you and giggled. He then started to explain how he felt about you, why you were there, and what would happen to in the future. He then gave you two options; become his spouse and live in captivity, or die.

You, of course, chose to become his spouse after some… “convincing.”

Being his darling wouldnt be as bad as it may seem. He may be a mafioso, but he still has morals from his detective days. Though, sometimes it would be hard to read him since he was still quite childish.

More often than not you’d be forced to cook him dinner, do housework, and do other small miscellaneous tasks to appease him. He’d never force you to do something that you didn’t wish to do… unless it was cuddling him or sharing your plate.

You would be stuck at his home forever, yes, but he’d still allow you some small freedoms. He’d never tie you up unless you had attempted to escape. He’d of course knew that you would try to escape before you even attempted to do it. He was very smart after all, maybe too smart.

You’ll be a good to him though, right?

He’d absolutely hate to torture you.

[kurokawaia]

REQUEST RULES + CHARACTERS

REQUEST RULES ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * i have a life outside Tumblr aka. requests might take a while depending on motivation. ༊*·˚

DONT TELL ME 'I want you to write...', it can come of rude and demanding and I won't fulfill your reques. Come of NICE when you request, e.g, 'I was wondering if you could right,' 'could you please write,' etc ༊*·˚

I WILL WRITE for fem!reader ONLY in all of the thirsts, drabbles, fics and headcanons i write, the troupe will be dom!male!character x sub!fem!reader unless stated other wise or requested otherwise.

NOTE :: if gender is not specified in request, i will assume it's a FEM! instert and will write a FEM! insert

I can also write any male reader x male character nsfw's but ONLY for Heaven Official's Blessing and The grandmaster demonic cultivation !!sorry if you want male x reader for any other fandom, but this is just the fandoms im comfortable writing this troupe with.

NOTE :: I will rarely write a dom!reader x sub!character

COMFORTABLE WRITING ┈➤ fluff, angst, smut, and dark content.

COMFORTABLE WRITING TOPICS ┈➤ cnc, duncon, noncon, being drugged, breeding, baby trapping, daddy kinks, mommy kinks, dd/lg, blood play, weapon play, kidnapping, yandere, coercion/manipulation, god complex, praise, name calling, degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cervix fucking, size kink, age gaps, cockwarming, bondage, biting, cucking, threesome, throat training, impact play, oral -> male and female receiving, face sitting, double penetration, anal + more ༊*·˚

NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING ┈➤ insest, stepcest scat, watersports, vomit, fisting, pedophilia, chastity, drowning, public nudity, gangbangs (no more than a threesome), cannabilism, hypnosis, duct tape, mummification, consensual servitude, humiliation, harem boys, prostitution ༊*·˚

I WILL NOT WRITE ┈➤ au's!! (i will not write for a character outside that timeline/setting as in the anime. so please refraining from asking me to write a 'modern au' 'collage au' etc. the only exception is making that au within the anime setting, such as; 'character doing this instead of this', like that is that makes sense?) insesct, stepcest ༊*·˚

all characters are depicted to be 18+

REQUEST CHARACTERS ::

⋆ HUNTER X HUNTER :: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paradinight, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor

⋆ DEATH NOTE :: Light Yagami, L Lawliet (L), Miheal Kheel (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate Rivers (Near)

⋆ BUNGO STRAY DOGS :: Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakahara Chuuya, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Dostovesky Fyodor ༊*·˚

⋆ BLEACH :: Ichigo Kurosaki, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Urahara Kisuke, Shinji Hirako, Kyoraku Shunsui, Aizen Sosuke, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Cifer Ulquiorra, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow, Ishiha Uryu, Haschwalth Jugram ༊*·˚

⋆ NARUTO/BORUTO :: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uzumaki Naruto, Senju Tobirama, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, Jiraya, Otsitsuki Indra ༊*·˚

⋆ DEMON SLAYER :: Demon slayers; Tokitō Muichirō, Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Iguro Obanai, Himejima Gyōmei, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Demons; Kibutsuji Muzan, Kokushibō | Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Douma, Akaza ༊*·˚

⋆ WIND BREAKER :: Haruka Sakura, Suo Hayato, Togame Jou, Kaji Ren, Umemiya hajime ༊*·˚

⋆ TOKYO REVENEGRS :: Mikey, Draken, Sanzu, Wakasa, Izana, Ran, Rindou ༊*·˚

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➛ yandere!male headcannons × fem/gn!reader

title page┆word count: 0.4k┆warnings: second-person pronouns, kidnapping, manipulation, murder, obsessive behavior, stalking, toxic relationships, yandere themes┆a/n: would you believe me when I say I’m starting a bsd phase? would you believe that I am obsessed with ranpo?

general ! yandere ! ranpo edogawa hc’s x g/n ! reader

❝ you’re so sweet… why can’t I have a bite? ❞

Ranpo Edogawa would be a manipulative and obviously toxic yandere, mainly in guilt tripping and staking.

It’s not surprising that the “Worlds Greatest Detective” knows everything about you. From your favorite color to the average time you go sleep every night. So manipulating you would be as easy as solving a case is to him.

But him having knowledge of literally everything about wasn’t even the scariest thing about him; it was the constant feeling of eyes watching you that was much more frightening. You wouldn’t have ever suspected Ranpo of being a stalker.

On top of that, he’s a really clingy, attention starved brat. Even if you two are in a relationship not, he’ll make flirtatious and occasionally suggestive remarks towards you and never fail to bring you both into a firm embrace whenever you two see each other. Totally not to make others who may like you horribly jealous.

And the craziest thing about this, he doesn’t even try to hide his overwhelming attraction towards you. From the stalking to the flirting. He doesn’t care.

If you ever were to confront him about his embarrassing and inappropriate behaviors he’d only make up an excuse or ignore you like an immature child. Getting him to explain would be more difficult than you thought.

Moving on, I do believe that Ranpo would eliminate others who pose as “threats” against your relationship with him. But before resulting to murder, he would try his best to run them off psychologically.

He believes that murder isn’t always the only option to get rid of someone. A playful joke or what some may call a “threat” may be enough.

Making an overly complicated and difficult to decipher murder would be a piece of cake to Ranpo. He’s a “gifted” detective, after all. Covering up a murder without a trace would be easy. It’s just not something he’d prefer to do.

When kidnapping you, he’ll more so hold you hostage rather than kidnapping. Not only is it easier but you have that trust instilled inside you that he wouldn’t do anything bad to you when you both were alone. But I guess you were wrong.

In conclusion, Ranpo is a psychotic, manipulative, and clingy yandere. By far one of the scariest ones due to his supernatural deduction abilities.

My first bsd post!! I fear my danganronpa phase has come to an end :(

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