#bsd guild x reader

[vonrov]

Hi hi!!! I’ve got an idea if you’re interested!!

So the reader is an avid literature fan, and they really love Poe’s novels!! One day they meet him and Poe is confronted with the prospect that….. maybe he doesn’t need to keep writing just to possibly stump Ranpo one day…. Maybe he’s already an incredible author deserving of praise,, :’)

^ if that makes sense lol, but I’m super excited to see where your blog goes anyway!! Following immediately <33

a fan?

・ Poe x GN!Reader { Fluff ・ Warnings { None ・ Word Count { 1.3K ・ Masterlist { LINK

It all started when he met a fan. A fan. Someone devoted to his work, someone who enjoyed and loved his writing. He could remember the day like it had just happened. The feeling of his cheeks growing warm, as the tips of his ears reddened with the praise he sought for every time he tried to stump Ranpo with one of his stories.

He also remembers the way he fumbled with his coat and undershirt as the person in front of him would gush and ramble about the different scenes he wrote, the different characters he poured his own attributes into, as well as the attributes he wished he had. He listened with shaky fingers and an anxious feeling bubbling in his chest as they brought up the dialogue he would spend his time reading aloud over and over again until it felt right.

It would be in his next novel, he wrote a character into the ongoing plot who reminded him of the devoted fan he had met out on a walk to gain inspiration.

And inspiration he found.

Inspiration he found in you.

Whenever he felt stumped with his hobby he went on a walk. Down the street, take a right, and pass by that cafe he was always too scared to go into because of how deadpanned the barista looked in the mornings. It was the same route he had met you. Every time he went out on one of his brainstorming walks, he hoped that the two of you would cross paths again.

And like fate intended, that would happen on a random Tuesday about a month later.

The air was fresh with summer approaching as the trees were green with branches full of leaves. A slight breeze flowed about the city, the only thing reminding Poe about his need for a summer wardrobe change soon, as it kept him just cool enough to enjoy his stroll. He walked with his head down, holding a leather-bound book in his hands as he watched his shoes land against the pavement with audible clicks.

“Karl would have loved this weather, it’s a shame he was napping when I left.” He spoke to no one in particular.

“Karl is your pet raccoon, right?”

“Yes, he’s-” His voice got caught in his throat.

He was too lost in his own musings to notice you were right next to him, about to enter the cafe he would usually pass on his walks, clad in a uniform he’d seen somewhere before. It was almost humorous how quickly his expression had gone from deadpanned, deep in thought, to a somewhat frightened look of ‘holy fucking shit’ in a matter of seconds.

He blinked owlishly at you as you just looked at him with a smile.

“Do you come here often?” You pointed at the cafe’s entrance, a crooked smile stretching across your lips as you tried to relieve the awkward tension.

“Uhm- No, not particularly.” Liar. Even though hes never entered the cafe, that doesn’t mean he hadn’t walked past it almost every day when the weather was nice enough for the past three weeks.

“The sugar cookies here are really nice.”

“O-Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” You looked at the cafe doors before turning back to him. “I’ll be considered “late” for my shift,” You made air quotes with your fingers. “If I don’t get in there in a few minutes.”

“Go ahead then, I’ll have to stop by sometime when I can…”

So that’s where he knew that uniform from. His gaze flew to the window as he bit his lip, avoiding eye contact with the deadpan barista who was definitely watching them through the glass. The uniform the barista wore behind the counter was the same as the one you were currently wearing. He looked back at you before speaking, his voice quiet with apprehension.

“Are you guys pet-friendly…?”

Once he had gotten confirmation that the cafe was pet-friendly, for service animals only, he rushed off with the promise of bringing Karl with him on his next visit.

…

It was the next day he walked down the once new path turned familiar with his animal companion in tow. The weather was much like the day before, minus the pleasant breeze. But the heat did not deter Poe as he briskly walked. His shoes hitting the concrete with a familiar clack. Excitement was rolling off of him in waves at the thought of being able to meet up with this devoted fan of his after waiting for a chance to do so for the past few weeks.

“How can I help you?” A monotone voice spoke.

He didn’t realize he was already in the cafe, standing at the counter, Karl on his shoulder, ready to say hello, only for the person at the front counter to not be you.

Instead, it was that blank-faced barista who was always off-putting to Poe whenever he walked by the big windows of the cafe. He could always feel their stare on him when he paced the sidewalks day by day. Only now, he could see the stare and was standing before them instead of walking past the glass.

Well fuck. That’s certainly a way to flip Poe’s switch from 'fine' to 'not fine'.

“Uhm…” He had to say something. Maybe order something? Yeah, that would be a great way to cover up his ignorance of his surroundings. Karl chirped on his shoulder as the raccoon’s tiny clawed hands patted his head. Poe watched in worry as the barista’s gaze went from himself to the raccoon on his shoulder.

“Please tell me that is a certified service animal.” The barista’s tone was unreadable as their eyes moved back to Poe’s.

“Oh- Y-Yes, he is certified. Let me just…” Poe dug around in his coat, unraveling a few yellow-tinted folded-up papers from the depths of his inside pockets. Unfolding the documents and turning them around for the barista to see. He pointed to a few different places on the papers, explaining how Karl is a 100% certified service animal. “He’s a psychiatric certified service animal for anxiety.”

“I didn’t know raccoons could do that.”

“Me neither…”

…

Thankfully, he managed not to embarrass himself further as he sat down with a warm drink that he didn’t remember the name of and a large sugar cookie. There had been other options of course, but you had recommended the sugar cookie for a reason right?

Karl had jumped from his shoulder and rested in his lap when he had sat down. Not wanting to disturb the raccoon peacefully resting in his lap, his gaze shifted about the interior of the cafe, his eyes scanning over the bright pops of color highlighting the various white tables. The turquoise accent wall behind the counter is adorned with diverse eccentric artwork. His focus was broken when the ring of the bells over the door alerted him.

And to his surprise, you had walked in.

While he was hoping to see you, he wasn’t expecting you to show up, assuming you had the day off when he was met with the other barista behind the counter instead of you. He watched as your head swiveled around, making you seem like you were looking for something- or perhaps, someone with how your face lit up when you saw him.

His assumption was further confirmed once you had started walking over to his table. His eyes followed you as you walked over, his head turning as you now stood in front of his table instead of behind him by the door.

“Is this seat taken?”

“No, not at all.” …

It took meeting a fan to realize something.

It took meeting a fan for him to realize that his novels impacted other people.

It took meeting a fan for him to realize, that maybe he didn’t need to write just to try and defeat Ranpo with another mystery novel.

Poe never even noticed his writing had even strayed from the mystery genre and played more with romance since writing in that new character about a month ago.

Authors Note: I actually cannot believe I managed to write all of those in one sitting. I genuinely think this is the first time I've been able to write over 1K words this easily. Whoever made it this far and is reading this, I need to know your thoughts on this.

I really loved writing this. My first time writing with Poe and while I was writing I decided to headcanon that Karl is a service animal because it makes sense. I hope I nailed his character and it isn't occ. There was something else I was gonna say but I cannot remember, it is 11:33 PM and I've worked on this for at least the past 2-3 hours and I gotta get up in the morning.

Comments and reblogs that tell me what you guys liked or little things that you noticed makes my day. My inbox is still open for recommendations, please check out my pinned post before you drop in though.

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[tachimichishrine]

wld it be crazy of me to request smut with margaret mitchell bsd. like. idk. could be plotless -🍳

<yk what would be crazy? if I already had a margaret smut in my drafts. that's crazyyyy right. i totally didn't already have this fully planned in my head and thats the reason this came out so quickly. yeah nope that's insane. (BTW WELCOME 🍳 ANON MUAHAHA)>

"reputation"

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sugar baby! margaret mitchell x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw ; HARD bondage (shibaru) + bdsm ; oral (giving+receiving) ; masturbation (f) ; brat taming ; degradation/praise ; im getting a lil too comfy on this account so yall are gonna start seein my kinks ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; unedited mnmnmn ;

her family's reputation.

her family's reputation was the reason margaret joined the guild.

her family's reputation was the reason she had to work so hard, trying to repay all their debts.

her family's reputation was the reason she found herself at one of fitzgerald's fancy parties with the elite, rich and most posh out there, acting as though she belonged. there was once a time where she would've felt like she truly did, but that was long ago.

it was the reason she was wearing her most refined clothing, dressed up to appear as though she was still part of a family of importance when you caught her gaze from across the room.

the reason she laughed a little bit too loudly at all your jokes and quips once she found out you were truly a woman of high class, several small fortunes all available at your fingertips whenever you so desired.

the reason for the rest of this tale was a little more blurred.

you invited her over to your home often, offering her lavish gifts and meals that she hadn't experienced in ages. if you spotted a single tear in her dress, you not only recommended a tailor and seamstress to fix it up for her, but you picked out at least five similar dresses in your closet and ordered her to wear them in the meantime.

your intentions became clear after one week, when you had been shopping (and insisting you foot the entire bill) by her side and pointed out a lingerie store.

then you asked for her measurements.

you proposed it so elegantly, just like the aristocrat you were; it was an arrangement, is all. she would come over a few times a week, and you would pay off all of her family's debts. all of them. margaret couldn't say no, although she had quite a significant amount of doubts about the dignity of it all. nevertheless, you convinced her that the payments would be untraceable, simply an anonymous donation to your family from a benevolent third party. it wouldn't become a scandal unless she wanted it to be.

so, she didn't just let you take her measurements, but she also tried on any and every erotic outfit you picked out for her. some were cut-outs, her nipples bare and exposed as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with a hungry look in your eyes, while others were hugging all over her curves. however, you let her chose her favourites, and bought them in every colour imaginable. you wanted your darling to look pretty, after all.

today, she was wearing a new outfit: rope started at her neck, wrapped around in a skillful double loop that was merely tight enough to choke back any of her retorts, and trailed along the rest of her body in a spiderweb of masterful knots and patterns.

slightly tipsy, that was all she was, yet she couldn't remember what moment you'd begun taking off her clothes and turning her into modern art. margaret found you to be gentle, ever loving while you fucked her beyond her wildest dreams, but this time you called her over with a slight twinge in your voice. the drive over here felt shameful, shameful that she was selling her body for the sake of her family's reputation, but it wasn't her place to judge herself. this had been going on for so long that it felt natural to show up at your every beck and call.

"beautiful," you kept muttering over and over, almost to yourself, as you spun her around. it appeared that you recently returned from a trip in japan, where you somehow stumbled across the art. in one of the hundreds upon hundreds of rooms you had, the infrastructure was fitted with a simple hook dangling from the ceiling, reinforced so that it wouldn't collapse under the weight of a human being.

she was hanging from it, a slightly painful experience but it was distributed so masterfully all over her skin that the searing was somewhat pleasurable. what wasn't pleasurable was the overstimulation, the way you'd been looking at her for hours, touching yourself in front of her while she was restrained, unable to move even a single millimeter.

the rope was expensive, somehow— she wasn't sure where a woman of high class would go to buy rope. you'd created a collar at her neck, the remainder of the material creating a line of knots running down in between her legs, rubbing right on her dripping pussy, then up from her ass to re-attach to the neckpiece. a symmetrical zigzag of red lined both her sides, connecting right under her collarbone, above and below her tits, and her bellybutton. as for her legs, you seemed to want them as untouched and bare as possible, so you only wrapped the rope around her wrist and ankles before throwing it across the ceiling fixture.

she truly was a sight to behold, so gorgeous and naked, all for you. your initial goal was just to try it out, a new and illustrious type of bondage that was too exciting to pass on. you opted against the gag in case it ever became too much for her, but you never really established a safe word. you just assumed that she would tolerate it like the brat she was.

you'd cum twice already just watching her and fucking yourself, aided by the feeling of her squirming as she shifted attitudes. at first, she seemed to be having fun, telling you how to shift the ropes so it didn't hurt too much and enjoying the harsh hair pulling you did to get her to face upwards and allow you to kiss her loosely.

after a while, margaret got demanding, a little bitchy even. your hands stopped playing with her face and began taking advantage of your position of power, hers of powerlessness. you grabbed her tits, massaged them with greedy fingers, then seemed to get the better of yourself as you hoisted her higher so she was the right height for you to suck on them. and fuck, did your tongue work magic, impatient as always but the desperation made it feel so good. you flattened your tongue on her sensitive nipple, dipping the tip all around the bottom of her chest then let your teeth sink into her, deep. she let out a soft groan at your nibbling, biting down on her lower lip to keep quiet as you got rougher, grabbing her in between your index and thumb in order to secure her in place while you coated her in your saliva.

"fuck... so good..." you murmured at her taste, shifting to the other side while your free hand rubbed on your panties in between your own legs. "you taste so goddamn sublime, my dear. absolutely exquisite when you're all tied up for me, so patient. you'll be patient, won't y-"

"s-shut up," she breathed out, voice shaky as she tried to shift around mid-air and ease the tension in her core. she managed to rut her hips back and forth by arching her back, painfully rubbing her clit on the rope, desperate for friction.

her efforts were amusing. "now, now, sweetheart, the whole point of this is that you just relax and let me take control, no? so why do you have to be such a fucking whore and ruin it all?"

you tightened the restraints, not allowing her to do anything except breathe, if that. not to mention, you went from caressing her thighs and littering them in kisses to grabbing the end of the rope and continuing your line down her legs, completely typing them together so that her entire body was just one long line of restrained limbs. the more concerning part was that you'd gone from holding her knees apart so you could dip your fingers on her soaking cunt before you licked them clean, to sealing them shut. the wait had already been agonizing, but now you made it clear you had no plans on fucking her any time soon.

you dropped her torso, her shoulders hitting the floor and head contorted so she had no choice to look up at herself, wrapped like a fucking christmas present. you looked down at her, look both sadistic and amused, then spun her around so that she was facing the other direction.

"you know I like to hear your pretty voice, my dear margaret," you said sweetly, then smacked her ass roughly. "you know I don't like it when you hold back"— another slap —"when you open your bratty mouth to say anything except my fucking name like a good whore" — you spanked her once more — "which you are, dear. you're such a good whore, worked up and trying to get yourself off on the rope just from me sucking your needy tits." you slapped her once more, but this time you didn't pull your hand off, instead groping her from in between the tightly woven rope. she moaned, rolling herself on the floor as she tried to listen to anything you just said, but all she could think about was feeling you on her again.

"luckily, I'm in a good mood," you smiled, tying her wrists together behind her back then twirling her around again so you could look at her. you got on your knees, cradling her face in your fingertips lovingly while you pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. "you've had enough of watching me fuck myself, haven't you my dear? would you like to do it for me? would you like to fuck me, margaret?"

it felt like a trick answer, so she just waited, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers she knew you couldn't resist. you used the fact that she was suspended from her ankles at a height that allowed her head to rest flat on the ground in order to part your knees and lower your aching pussy onto her face.

she tried so hard to please you (at first, it was about the money. she was your sugar baby after all, and that was essentially the extent of your relationship. and yet, as time passed, she really did want to make you feel as good as she did when you had her laying down on your plush duvet and pillows, eating her out). before you could even lower yourself all the way, her tongue was already sticking out, reaching upwards to get you on her as soon as she possibly could.

"eager now, aren't we?" you teased for a second, halting your descent just so you could feel her breath hitting you in a feverish attempt to get your cunt on her lips for a few more seconds, then gave in with a stretched out moan. "oh... oh my fucking... mmmn... margaret... you needed me that badly, did you?"

the words stopped and the moaning begun; you didn't have any reason to hold yourself back, nor did you. she sucked on your lips so hard, bottom teeth grazing your throbbing clit while you helped by bouncing yourself on her. you grabbed onto her tits while she finally managed to thrust up into you, fucking you on her tongue with the kind of skill that felt unnaturally good.

the stimulation was wonderful, but her sobs muffled into your ass were even sweeter. she tried, so hard, to rub her thighs together while she ate you out all the way to your orgasm, but you'd learned your lesson and made them tight enough that there was frankly no point in trying. but she'd been so obedient that you figured you'd indulge your sweet darling once you finished screaming her name through your high.

you got off of her face, delicately kissing off the remnants of your cum on her cheeks. "amazing as always, my beauty. shall I return the favour?"

one yank and the whole thing fell apart— margaret fell onto the ground, still tied up with her arms bound behind her back and legs practically sewn together, but no longer hanging from the ceiling. you grabbed a knife off of the table in the corner (your safety net, so to speak) and cut off the attachments on her legs and her wrists. her torso remained bound with her tits sticking out of the circle of red rope, however, because you had thought about it a bit longer and decided you did indeed want to watch her try to fuck herself pathetically on the piece of rope tied between her thighs.

and so, you did. with her on all fours, you grabbed onto the piece of rope now loosely sticking out of the collar and yanked it. she gagged, a beautiful, needy choking noise as it simultaneously collapsed around her throat and her pussy. you eased up a little bit, but in no time your other hand was clutching a handful of her now messy hair while she tried to rub her hips on the piece of rope.

she was starting to cry again, the frustration too much to bear but not enough for her to voice her desire out loud, not letting up on her pathetic humping. you softly kissed the back of her neck, whispering into her skin that this was enough, that she could rest and you would take care of her, but she didn't seem to believe a word of it.

to show that you were serious, you flipped her on her back and stopped kneading her soft flesh in favour of kneading her gushing pussy. you intended on fingerfucking her, you really did, but she was so wet and you didn't know if you could handle letting all that perfectly good arousal go to waste. you grabbed some of the pillows you had stashed in the corner of the room, placing them under her so she would be comfortable as you went down on her, shoulders under her knees and her cunt open to you and only you.

she really did have a beautiful voice, especially when she sung your name out. high pitched, but sultry in the most gorgeous of octaves, as though she were an angel condemned to this world. she let out needy whines as she started to get closer and closer, but she was already on the edge for the past hours and it barely took a few thrusts of your tongue inside of her to have her spasm all over your face.

you laughed, scolding her briefly for not warning you but at the same time, exceedingly pleased. somehow, the ropes looked as flattering on her as the finest pieces of lingerie, and you told her so as you cut her free and kissed her softly.

"how was that, dear?" you helped her back into her dress once you'd put on your own clothes. "was I too harsh?"

she shook her head. "not at all, it was rather... fun. you really do have the most incredibly lewd ideas, though. I'm not sure how you do it," she added with a gentle tease.

you helped secure the body of her dress, tying it from the back before sliding your hands around to the front and holding her from behind. you kissed her neck up and down, taking your time as you smelled her and relished in her taste.

"I have to confess, I was hoping I could've kept you here longer, but it would've been cruel for me to deny you for that length of time. you see, as I promised, every... session, I repay part of your family's debts."

margaret was such an impatient woman. "and? why are you reminding me of this?"

you ignored the tone of her ask and laid kisses along the back of her ear. "well, they're all paid up. I put in the last payment right before you arrived today."

an awkward silence ensued, neither of you sure what to say next. thankfully, she was the one to do it.

"in that case, our arrangement... it's over."

"yes," you said solemnly. "margaret, dear, I know I called it an arrangement, but—"

"shut up."

this kind of brashness was common with her, no doubt, but what surprised you the most was her swirling around to meet your gaze and pulling you in by the waist.

"our arrangement is not over. I should still like to continue to meet you for these sessions, as you say," she stated, very matter-of-factly, like there was nothing you could do to argue her words. "will that be a problem?"

you hid your elation well, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. "not at all. but I'm not sure how I will be able to compensate you for your time, darling."

"oh really? I could think of a number of ways. a day at the spa, a reservation at the splendid restaurant that just opened on fifth, the roses are quite expensive this time of year too..."

you giggled, picking her up so that she would be weightless as you spun her around excitedly.

"anything you want, margaret. I'll get you anything your heart desires, because all that mine wants is you."

#fucking speediest fic i've ever written i blinked and it was there on my screen like wtf #she's so fucking hot i need to write for margaret more often #margaret mitchell bsd #margaret bsd #bsd margaret #guild bsd #bsd guild #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd guild x reader #guild x reader #bsd margaret x reader #margaret x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #margaret x reader smut #margaret mitchell x reader smut #bsd x reader smut #down bad tm #im unwell for them

[yenkat101]

Seeing reader cry pt 6

25 post event. 1/25. -pt. 7 (Kyoka and Aya)

Characters: (Ranpo x you) (Poe x you)

General: headcannons

Text type: Pine point

Warning: Mentions of insecurities, stress and even the urge to take upon your own life aka suicide (all the warnings are not describe in further detail other than mentioned and their opinion)

Master list

Ranpo Edogawa

-it honestly confused him.. of course he knows people need to cry once in awhile.. but.. based on the title of this headcannon, it's referring that this is their first time seeing you cry.. so.. yeah.. that wasn't a fun experience.. not only because he is awful at comforting but also because he absolutely hates seeing you cry (in the nicest way possible)

-if he has feelings for you there's a 29% chance he would try to comfort you

-He would approach you with reluctantness because the last thing he wants to do is make you think that he doesn't care about you... He would accidentally act a way that makes you question if he actually cares.. He would probably say something like "there's no need to cry, I am here! Ranpo Edogawa the greatest detective in the world at your service" (yeah.. he's ego got in the way)

-if you do talk, he will listen carefully while trying to comprehend you on a emotional level

-if you feel stress, anxious or even upset he would probably be quick to tell you how to solve the problem.. but however stress isn't exactly something that can be solved within minutes.. if he clearly sees that you're becoming sick because of stress... he'll snitch on you in a heartbeat (he can be childish sometimes.. so that's why I used that term) he might even share some of his snacks (after that, the Agency confirmed that Ranpo definitely likes you more than a friend *Ranpo doesn't even share his snacks with Yosano or even Fukuzawa at times*)

-if you feel suicidal, have low self-esteem or even think your a failure, he would somewhat secretly tip off Fukuzawa about it.. Yes he even predicted when you were planning an attempt and set up for someone to catch you in the act.. (aka someone from the agency) before then, he would be very clingy in a way.. sometimes he would look at you, perk up and say something nice about your appearance (most of the time it's something your insecure about)

-(if you hugged him while crying he would try his best to hug you back and remain there until you're ready to depart... Despite he's ego wanting to brag to anyone he can because he received a hug from you)

-Now if your his S/O he acts a tab bit differently instead of a 29% chance he's would comfort you it is now 89%

-He would still approach you with reluctantness but way less than if you were his crush rather than his s/o.. He would almost approach you with all of the confidence he got.. he would still accidentally let his ego shine but underneath you can see his anxious and worried face.. he'd probably say something like "umm.. hey..why are you crying?"

-if you do talk, he would absolutely listen carefully while trying to understand you on a emotional level

-if you feel stress, anxious or even upset he would trying to tell you then and there has to deal with the situation.. but if you refuse to take any of the options.. then what will he do? When he thinks you're working too much, he'll annoyed the heck out of you until you finally pay attention to him.. he may be thoughtful and get you some food (or rather send an agency member to get you food) he'll even share his candy with you.. I'm assuming you're working in the agency but if not, if you work in a facility that does crime solving or anything of the sort, he may or may not help you because he wants your attention.. (totally because he doesn't want to show off)

-if you feel suicidal, have low self-esteem or even think your a failure, he would still somewhat tip off Fukuzawa about it.. He would be very clingy in a way.. sometimes he would say something nice about your appearance (most of the time it's something your insecure about) he would stop your attempts in a heartbeat.. sometime he would make cheesy jokes like "y/n, you need to visit the eye doctor. because you clearly don't see your beauty" I believe he's another to worship you like a god/goddess (he doesn't vocalize it, he clings on to you)

-there's a 46% chance he would cry because you feel this way

-he's willing to offer anything for you.. (not that you really have the choice) he'd offer stuff like hugs, hand holding, quality time, cuddles, embraces...

-he would let you eat some of his snacks

-if someone harmed you (physically), the person will simply get arrested for harming someone.. (charged with assault) after everything would go back to normal.. maybe Ranpo would be a little anxious but he knows it doesn't exactly happens to someone on a regular basis (for a citizen, it isn't often that they'll be targeted every single time)

Choice: S/o thinks their ugly

"Hey.. uh. Y/n.. why are you crying.. ..., You.. you shouldn't cry anymore! The greatest detective Ranpo Edogawa is here to help! there's no more need to cry! ..., Please stop crying.... I don't like it.... There we go I can see you're pretty face now! (You say you're not pretty) you're.. not.. pretty..? who told you that you? (You say you think that way) you think that way..? well I think we should set up an appointment for the doctor (you asked him why) Why? because you're clearly losing your eyesight! You're one of the most beautifulest person I have ever seen and you think you're ugly... If you can't see your beauty then you must be losing your eyesight! Because you're beautiful inside and outside no matter what people say! So no more crying because you're ugly.. because your not.. now let's go on the date you promised me earlier!"

Edgar Allan Poe

-he is shocked.. of course he understand that people need to cry.. but he didn't like seeing you cry.. like it shattered his heart when he saw you crying in pain.. he tried to comfort you but he received a small panic attack while trying to do so.. He absolutely hates seeing you cry (in the nicest way possible)

-if he has feelings for you there's a 26% chance he would try to comfort you

-he would approach you very reluctantly.. not that he doesn't care.. it's because 1. He has social anxieties, 2. He doesn't know how comfort someone and 3. He has crush on you! (When he has a crush, he's very shy around them) he would be the type to stutter as he ask you "what happened" (poor Poe, he's very shy especially around his crush)

-if you do talk, he will listen carefully while trying to understand your point of view

-if you feel stress, anxious or even upset he would try to help you the best way possible.. if you're the type to overwork yourself then expect him to try his best to remind you to take breaks or even force you to take them (even himself has that problem.. so he'll try to improve his own health to show you that your health is more important than work) he may bring you some small snacks/drinks just so you have the necessary nutrients

-if you feel suicidal, have low self-esteem or even think your a failure, he would probably spend time trying to figure out the main reason why you feel this way and probably do some research about the subject so he's not being offensive in any way.. afterwards he would try his best to absolutely be supportive in every way possible (in a positive way) honestly he would spend a lot of times trying to understand you.. because we're at the episodes he seems like you very much like it if you understood his rival Ranpo.. because he always questioned "how".. so I think he's a man based on the 5W & H (if you do not know what I'm talking about I'm talking about "what, who, where, when, why and how")

-(if you hugged him while crying he would try his best to hug you back and remain there until you're ready to depart... Despite he hormones screaming at him for receiving a hug from you)

-Now if your his S/O he acts a tab bit differently instead of a 26% chance he's would comfort you it is now 90%

-He would still approach you with reluctantness but way less than if you were his crush rather than his s/o.. He would almost approach you with all of the confidence he got.. (if he has any that is) he would still accidentally struggle with speaking but underneath you can see his anxious and worried face.. he'd probably say something like "umm. hey. why are you crying? Do. you want to talk about it?"

-if you do talk, he would absolutely listen carefully while trying to understand your point of view

-if you feel stress, anxious or even upset he would try to help you the best way possible.. if you're the type to overwork yourself then expect him to try his best to remind you to take breaks or even force you to take them (even himself has that problem.. so he'll try to improve his own health to show you that your health is more important than work) he's not a bad of a cook actually.. not the best however.. but better than decent I would say.. so he may make you little snacks for you every 2 hours.. sometime he'll literally drag you away from work and read you one of his novels (because he doesn't want you to read them and get stuck in some unknown land with a killer on the loose.. not to mention the killer is very dangerous) if you write reports he might put an input on your writing style and correct some mistakes..

-if you feel suicidal, have low self-esteem or even think your a failure, he would still do his research because he doesn't want to be offensive.. but he would be so supportive.. like if you don't like the way you look like, then he'll start naming a whole bunch of things he likes (loves) about you (he even wrote a poem about you just so you know how much he loves you) on the failure subject.. he would start naming a whole bunch of things he's proud of you for.. he wouldn't hesitate for a second to stop any attempts.. he'd most likely end up crying and begging you not to leave him.. he is yet another that will worship you (with mostly words.. if he can word out the compliments that is)

-there's a 78% chance he would cry because you feel this way

-he'll try his best to offer anything for you.. but sometimes it's a bit difficult to do so.. but he can offer hugs, cuddles, embraces, hand holding and quality time..

-as a bonus, Poe would let you hold Karl as if he was a plushie (of course he wouldn't let you squeeze the life out of him.. but he'll let you hold Karl whenever you want without permission)

-if someone harmed you (physically), I don't know why.. but I honestly think that Poe would just lock the person in one of his impossible mystery novels that only Ranpo can solve... And that's that... Now afterwards, nothing much happened because he honestly hoped it was just a one-time thing.. if it does happen again then something will change.. but I'll leave that for another Post in the near future

Choice: Severe School Stress

"uh.. dear.. why are you crying.. oh! Uh! Please don't cry harder, I'm sorry for being ironic! I thought you would at least try to answer.. I apologize.. but please tell me what's wrong.. perhaps I can help.. (you say something) oh.. you want a hug? All right.. come here.. now.. uh.. please tell me why are you crying.. (you say assignment from school is too difficult) oh.. school's not going great.. umm.. what's the subject (you said the subject is English literature) oh that's good then.. I'm not saying I'm happy that you're crying but it means that I can help.. (you ask him how he can help) uhh.. not to be bragging or anything.. but when I went to school, I was told I was the best at English literature so this shouldn't be too difficult for me to help.. (you ask a question) of course I'm willing to help.. if I didn't I wouldn't offer.. but we should take a break before.. it's harder to concentrate on work when you cried yourself.. please come to my study, I can read a book of mine while we eat snacks, then I'll help your work.. okay?"

(I'm so proud of Poe, this is probably the most he had ever said)

25 post event with (Ranpo x reader) and (Poe x reader) 1/25.

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[spacexseven]

Even if not a lot of people appreciate fitz as much as you if you want to write about him I definitely support it, while he isn't the first person I'd simp for I definitely see the appeal, I mean what's not attractive about a capitalist going on a coupon arc lmao.

Buuuut now imagine that same capitalist as the sort of 'leader' of a guild harem, if you will. He's the leader of the guild after all, so it makes sense he'd play a similar role when it comes to the guild's shared s/o. Well, "shared", it's definitely going to be difficult agreeing on things at the start.

You probably start out as someone just dating one of the guild members. Whether they wanted to hide you and keep you all to themselves or have been gushing about how wonderful you are to the others, eventually the rest of the guild finds out. And once they've gotten even the briefest of chances to meet you, they can't get enough. Soon enough, your original partner is barely getting any time with you because you're so busy with the rest of the group.

Maybe Mark is trying to show off just how good of a marksman he is, Louisa wants your opinion on what the best strategy for a successful date totally not with you is, or you've even got Lovecraft being... Romantic? In his own way, nobody's quite sure what he's trying to do but it's clear that, like all the others, he's developed an interest in you that is only growing stronger every day.

Naturally, conflict breaks out as they all struggle to get your attention. Quieter admirers like Louisa and Poe may feel they can't keep up with their more boisterous colleagues, so they start obsessing over how they can use their wits to get you alone and finally speak to you, or at least, stammer out a few compliments before they get overwhelmed. Meanwhile, more demanding figures like John and Mark are constantly butting heads, bickering right in front of you with no shame as they repeatedly beg you to just say who's your favourite, who do you love more, who will you choose - it better be one of them.

That's when Fitzgerald steps in to calm everyone down, if only because he's also struggling to win you over in the midst of all this chaos. Sure, he's doing this for his own gain, but he still wants his subordinates to be happy, so he'll make it his goal to get you to treat them as equally as possible. Besides, there's still a part of him that hopes you'll inevitably choose to only be with him over anyone else.

And after all the stress you've surely been under having so many powerful, probably mentally unstable figures vying for your attention, you just won't be able to help but be thankful to the man. You'll trust Fitzgerald, a trust that will be shared by the rest of the guild members. They know that he'll provide them all with a fair chance to win you over, and if he doesn't, even with his ability there's no way he'd be able to fight off all of them at once, so they don't feel much need to be wary of him right now.

- bestie (enjoy mr fitz enthusiast)

i'm seriously going to cry this is the best thing ever!!! you really are my bestie

i'm not sure if i want to involve margaret and hawthorne here (yet) so for now they're not here. also i believe the guild member you're likely to meet first is twain! the rest just strike me as too uninterested in things outside of work. fitz isn't married here ok!!!! let me indulge myself

this is guild x reader but with an emphasis on fitz x reader

cw yandere characters, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, jealousy, stalking, implied breaking in

so being friends with twain is fun and all, and while you know he's part of some organization, you aren't aware of the ability users in it and how dangerous they all are until much later. the thing you don't know is that he's been telling everyone about his super cute s/o, avoiding pictures of you, but happily gloating about how perfect his relationship is. as much as he gets jealous, he can't help but want to show off a little.

he brings you to their hq one day while you're out together, maybe because he's been asked to stop by immediately to pick up something. twain tells you to wait outside while he goes in to talk to mr fitz—he doesn't think he needs to be careful here yet, he doesn't think any of his coworkers would find an interest in you.

of course, fitzgerald notices you outside and asks twain to bring you in, saying it would be rude to leave you on your own in an unfamiliar place especially since he's intruding on your time together, but that's really all bullshit. he just wants a closer look at you. fitz has a close eye on his employees, and he's already known about you for a while, even using the eyes of god to track you down whenever he finds himself wanting to see you. sure, it's not love, at least, not yet—he'd call it more of...his best interests to make sure you're not a spy sent to infiltrate them. definitely not because he thinks you look cute when you're strolling down the street. maybe it was a bit weird that whenever he saw you pick out something you really like, only for your face to fall when you see the price, he instantly makes a note to buy it for you. that wasn't how he was supposed to be treating potential spies.

seeing you impressed by his office and by his presence, something inside you already aware of how important this man must be, only made his grin widen. you better stop being so cute, or else, he might just have to steal you away from twain himself. twain notices how closely his boss is eyeing you and instantly regrets bringing you along. the two of you weren't dating yet, despite all his stories to others. at this point, anyone could sweep you away. his fear only grows when the older man grabs your hand and proclaims that he would be delighted to show you around the building and enlighten you on their mission. out of everyone, of course fitzgerald would be interested in you. the man wanted everything.

it just so happens that a lot more of the guild members pop in during this time. louisa, with the plans she had been working on for mr fitz in hand, poe, with yet another successful mission report, steinbeck and lovecraft coming to see why everyone seemed to be gathered there.

and they all see you, with twain's arm around your waist and fitzgerald's hand grasping your own, stopped in the middle of his charming speech.

apart from the fact that you were a stark contrast to the rest of fitzgerald's office, something about the way you were standing in between two key members of the guild struck them all.

twain clears his throat and begins to bring you away from the room, only to be interrupted by a barrage of questions from the others. questions about who you were and why twain was holding onto you like that, but one line that struck out most to you was a comment by steinbeck.

"i thought he was lying about his partner!"

"oh," you chuckle, "we're not...like that."

for a minute the room goes eerily silent before a huge sigh of relief seemed to break it. from behind you, fitzgerald laughs heartily, pleased to have his suspicions confirmed. twain had been deluding himself the whole time, thinking the two of you were dating.

"i had a feeling twain here couldn't possibly win over someone as darling as you," he smirks, "in that case, you should come for dinner with me sometime."

you shake your head nervously, feeling overwhelmed by the change of atmosphere. it was only fitzgerald who made such a request but...something about it felt off. something told you it wasn't much of a request as it was an order.

obviously, you reject and go on with twain, still confused by why he would make up such a lie. he placates you with an excuse you're not sure you believe, but choose to stop asking questions about once he stares at you coldly. you've never known him to be so harsh.

after that, things seem to resume to normal. you don't check out the guild again for a long time, but it becomes almost normal to see the members outside of it. steinbeck stops by twain's room way too often, greeting you with a hello before taking up all your time by talking to you about everything and anything. you get a letter in the mail that twain begs you not to open despite it being sent by his friend, poe. when you go for a picnic by a lake, lovecraft walks out and joins the two of you, silent as ever. louisa waves at you from across the floor in the grocery store, though you note she looks very uncomfortable. when you go to join her, you see stacks of paper and tea in her cart.

the most shocking incident is when you walk into a boutique after glancing at something from outside, only to be greeted by fitzgerald, who had just happened to buy the company and offers you everything inside for free. you say no again, but his smile doesn't drop.

what really convinces you to take him up on his offer is when you wake up one morning to find a cup of tea and a book on your table. neither of which you had in your home, but you knew where you had seen that cup and you recognized the author on the book. when you glance out the window, something about the trees outside and the lake a little while away sends shivers down your spine. despite tom and finn appearing out of nowhere to convince you otherwise, you find yourself reaching around for that card fitzgerald gave you, keying in the numbers he scrawled on top of the printed design.

#you know what!!! mayb ill write more fitz just for myself #ask ��� #anon 🐟 #bsd 🐟 #bestie 🐟 #fitzgerald 🐟 #HELP ME I FORGOT LUCY #okay so it would work out better if reader was working in the guild but maybe ill write an alternative thought dump abt that sometime! #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd x reader #yandere fitzgerald x reader #bsd x reader #bsd guild #bsd guild x reader #for reference sorry if this doesnt match up with the previous post my head is all over the place

[elvestoneanzelote1]

Hello so sorry to bother but can I ask Yandere dazai x male reader? If it doesn't bother you.

The male reader is from the guild.

𝙰:𝚗- 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜--

--Another day went by and gone...--

"Hi there" a voice said to you as your hand halted mid air.

Your gaze falls on the caramel eyes that hold a recognition as his smile widens.

"I didn't thought I would see you again"

"...neither have I" you replied as without another word he took a seat across the table of yours.

"How... Are you?" He asked as you had an unpleasant expression present on your face.

Your lips was noticeably frowning as your eyes half-glare at him.

"What do you think?"

"...I see" he mutter out sighing as silence felt into the place as he hesistantly peek up from his distant gaze.

To yours... As he bite the corner of his lips as his eyes squint slightly on debating what to say.

--Not a pity nor care in your eyes--

"...what is it that you want?" You asked as he chuckled slightly after the silence.

"What I want? You know exactly what I want, Y/n" he utter your name as your eyes felt to the side.

You do not want to meet him again yet fate... How cruel of a fate was for you to meet him.

Utterly disgusting fate that have brought you to meet the man you utterly hate now.

"I'm afraid I do not know" you replied clearly as his eyes soften slightly.

---Unlike me, who waits today and tomorrow.---

"I wish to be back together" he replied without a moment.

Your eyes widen slight as you stare at him in slight shock.

Yet you hold your tongue to speak up.

"..."

"I know I was the one who... Broke up with you... Y/n... But I"

"Why?"

"I started to understand that I needed you back in my life... All those memories we shared is like a record player making me realise how much i-"

"I'm not asking about your feelings, Osamu" you replied sternly as your voice was stern. Your eyes stare at him as if... He was never wanted by you.

---For the past to stay.--

--None cared to come for me.--

---None care to comfort me---

"...I do not want to know about your feelings"

"What do you want me to say...? Y/n" he asked you as you closed your for a moment to calm down.

You would rather not let him take the satisfaction of how much he still affect you.

Once again... The silence felt as he stare at you confused.

As if he wasn't the one who broke up with you.

He wasn't the one who told you those hurtful things.

As if he wasn't the reason you almost...

After a while you open your eyes and stare at Dazai with neutral expression.

"Why after all this years... What make you think... I would take you back?" You replied.

His stares bored in your the familiar dullness on his eyes the day he left you... The day he make you felt you aren't worth it.

The day he make you hate yourself.

"Why not? Didn't you love me?"

"..."

"Say something y/n... It was just some break up... I did everything on my part to make you happy didn't I?" He asked more likely said to you with a quivering smile.

"No."

"..."

"You never make me happy Osamu" you replied as your eyes coldly bored in his.

His smile turn into a deep frown.

"I never... Make you happy?"

You didn't replied and stood up on your seat.

Before you left you utter those words back to him. Those words that have make you forget... You weren't even meant for anyone of sort.

"You are the most selfish person... Your love is just a meaningless words... You never make me feel special... Do not show me your face-" as you stop and side glance at him as he still face forward with tighten fists on his lap.

"Until you know yourself that... you are the reason".

---By and gone they all left.---

Dazai stare ahead as you uttered the same word to him.

As he didn't face you. He would rather let a dog bite his hand than seeing your hatred eyes.

He doesn't understand you.

He never understand you at all.

'I change... I swear I change unlike the mafia time I was...' He thought to self recalling those words he said to you.

You begged for him.

You smiled for him.

You killed for him.

You sacrifice your life for him.

You kissed him.

You hugged him.

You make love with him.

You loved him.

You did all that for him.

In the past... You did all that for him

what changed?

---As you stayed in my mind.---

In the past... You were overbearing for him.

He swore he never been this much loved by someone that it was very suspicious for him.

You loved him no matter what.

Heck you even forgive him when you caught him multiple times with women's and mans.

He never understood your devotion for him.

Your eyes held so much warm.

You... He felt suffocated.

You loved him too much.

Your love was too much.

Even if he hurt you...

Even if he was hurt.

you often been by his side whenever he needed.

You were too much.

Too much for him.

---By the memories we shared.--

---Another day went by and gone.---

But when he broke up...

He started to felt a piece missing for him.

Yet he ignore.

He ignore it till this day.

After he lost his closest friends which he never realised he was close to until it was too late.

Perhaps he was too late to find your love.

Your love.

It was too much.

Too much and only for him.

He realise it too late.

After you left.

No... He left you.

He told this horrible things to you.

He admit... He was wrong.

But why.

Why can't you give him another chance?

---From us to only mine.---

---Will you ever love me again?---

He couldn't help but frowned more as you were with a women.

He knows you are bi so was he either the fact.

You are rich now those women's just want to get your money.

For him he search everywhere.

Every place to find you.

The day he went to underground he searches for you so that he can repent for what he have done to you.

Yet... You left.

You left the damn! Country.

You left him.

You... Never say goodbye.

You... Broke him into pieces.

He never gave up though.

As happy as he was when he saw you again the day you came to the agency with your leader.

He couldn't help but find a light in it

Only to be shatter that you have a fiance.

...will it be bad if he plan something for both of your shake.

After all...

You did dirtied your hands for him... For his love.

It wouldn't matter if he does that for you as well.

Perhaps that way.

Things will be easier for you to truly love him again... Right?

.

.

.

A:n- that's all take care good night/morning.

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[artofkhaos404]

"Dating Edgar Allen Poe"

Bungo Stray Dogs

🖤SFW🖤

Drop any headcannon requests in my ask box or the comments, I'd love to do them! My fandom masterlist can be found at the bottom of my top pinned post.

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× Poe is a certified workaholic; total perfectionist. When it comes to his writing, whether it's a novel or some obscure poetry, you can get his attention on nothing else until it's exactly as he first envisioned it.

× Thus, there would be days he's working on a project and can't seem to reach those impossibly high standards. On these difficult days, when he's moping around being hard on himself and declaring he will abandon his career, it's up to you to comfort him. Remind him that his work is amazing, and so is he.

× Because that's his love language: words of affirmation. This man EATS IT UP when you give him reassurance, compliments, anything. He's having a low self esteem day? Just read over his shoulder, praise the intricacy of the written words and flirt. He'll be beaming.

× Poe is just as sweet and considerate when you have low self esteem days, maybe even more so! He's not the most socially aware, since he daydreams so much, so you'll have to let him know if you're down. When you do his response is always "I cannot imagine what for! You are as the moon in the night sky, the flowers of the valley." Corny? ABSOLUTELY. He talks to you like an 18th century poet. You thought it was weird at first, but now it's totally endearing.

× His love style is flamboyant; a traditionally romantic lover. Late night strolls and candlelight dinners- but he always does it his way. His favorite walks with you are in the rain, when you both dress in heavy jackets, you curled against his arm, under the umbrella. The candlelight dinners are always lit by black candles.

× Obviously, he's goth. If you aren't, he doesn't mind... but if you are, he'll love you even more for it.

× Though romantic, he's shy about it. Not the dashing gentleman, sweep you off your feet type. He's more the type that, when you come home from work, he'll have a surprise candle light dinner laid out with some soft goth rock playing in the background, dressed in his very best. He won't address it as anything unusual, but hopes you will praise him. And when you do, he blushes and stammers like nuts.

× I'm sure this goes without saying, but he also writes you romantic poetry. That stuff is like reading "Song of Solomon." Once again, never addresses it, but he'll leave any poetry he wrote for you under your pillow or beside your toothbrush in the morning, get up and get to work before you awaken and find it.

× He's fairly quiet and shy most of the time, content to listen to and watch you rather than interacting. But if you want to hear him talk, ask about his newest novel. He'll go on for HOURS.

× One stress between the two of you is that he struggles to take care of himself. Mind almost always on his work, he lives perpetually in his own fantasy world; the world he's building on paper. That often causes him forget to shower, eat, etc. If you've been out of the house, it's almost certain you'll return to a hungry, frail grease ball of a boyfriend leaned intently over his manuscript.

× Since he's LOADED, he spends ridiculous amounts of money on you like it's nothing. All his gifts are atrociously expensive, often times for no reason. It's rather concerning.

× And lastly, since he's more traditionally minded, he wants to wait to ~do the deed~ until marriage. However, he'll kiss and cuddle you every day, and he is SUCH a good kisser.

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[kaorikarma]

Let Your Soul Take Flight

Howard Phillips Lovecraft X Reader

"I'm... starving.."

"Aren't you always?" You tsked, having been caring for him for several days. From the moment you saw him, emotionless and uncaring in a pouring rain shower, you knew he would be difficult; but you hadn't expected just how deeply odd he was.

He hummed, gazing at a wall with what you could only hope was some sort of thoughts processing in his brain.

"Most of the time." His head turned to look at you at an eerie, inhuman swivel while he answered, eyes blank and wide. You shivered a bit, something you hoped he didn't notice.

"Ok, well, let's go for a round three on taking care of that today. Let's try a buffet this time. I can't afford $300 in fast food again." You sighed, noting his doe-eyed expression. He didn't really seem to care if he drained your wallet; hell, he didn't even seem to fully grasp the concept of monetary value.

Feeding him had been a monumentous task. It was first on your list, since he looked frighteningly gaunt and emaciated, but nothing seemed to fill his stomach.

He constantly complained of being hungry, tired, and itchy, though no amount of sleep, food, or anti-itch cream sated him. He just stared at you with those blank, dead eyes.

There was something about him that made you decide to keep trying. He didnt seem to understand anything about society, and you were strongly worried for his well-being otherwise. At first, you had suspected mental health issues, his eccentricities ever-present to a degree of naiveté, but after the several days you'd spent trying and failing to care for him, you began to suspect some inhumanity present in him. His odd movements, insatiable needs, the way you discovered late last night that the cause of his consistent itching was your gaze, he seemed to you too strange to be human.

You plopped down in the chair in front of your bed, which he had promptly taken over before you could direct him to your couch, complaining all the while that the linens were giving him a rash. Head in hand, you watched his brows furrow with unease as you looked him in the eyes.

"You said mostly. So.. what's kept you full in the past, stranger?" He paused for a second.

"Mm... Call me Lovecraft." The words floated lazily off his tongue. He hadn't graced you with his name yet, though he knew yours.

Your eyebrows shot up with amusement. "Well that's certainly a step in the right direction..., Lovecraft. You starting to trust me now?" You chuckled a bit as he seemed to look regretful of the admission, turning to look away from you.

"Ugh...Yuck. My stomach aches when you call me by that name."

You openly face-palmed, albeit playfully.

"If that's your name, what else should I call you?"

He seemed to think for a moment.

"...How..ard..? No.. that doesn't feel right either.. Perhaps you should go back to calling me 'stranger'." He finished, crossing his arms with a deep frown.

"Howard? Hmm.. a bit old-fashioned, but I think it suits you well--" He gave you such a look of incredulous disgust that you sat, slack-jawed; you couldn't recall a single time he seemed to feel so strongly about anything.

"Absolutely not.. It feels too weird... ugh... no..no..." You watched as he pulled the blankets of your freshly made bed over his head, quite literally hiding under the covers, writhing a bit, like he'd been physically wounded by your attempt to call him by name.

Sighing once again, you stood up to pull the covers off his slender frame, but found that he tugged stronger than you could pull your fleecy bed-spread from him.

You sat next to him, dramatically flopping backwards until you were lying next to him, on top of the still-tucked in edge of the bedding.

"So your name must be Howard Lovecraft, huh?"

He made some sort of hissing sound and withdrew further under the blankets, curling into an ill-proportioned, too-leggy ball of a gangly, tall man.

"But you don't like either of those."

No hiss. A good sign.

"What about a nickname?" You looked over at the lump under the covers; had there been no linen divider, your noses could almost touch.

You swore you heard a low grumble in his throat. Not particularly a pleased sound, but it wasn't an aggressive 'no'.

You put a wary hand on where you thought the back of his head would be, feeling his breath catch and his body shiver with the unexpected sensation. He didn't pull away, like you'd thought he would. This was the one of the first times you'd been this close to him, and the first time you'd touched him, even if indirectly, through thick cotton.

You admonished the feeling, letting all the possibly nicknames for 'Howard' run through your head.

"What about... Howie?" You whispered to the ball next to you.

He growled again, this time more than pleased.

Not a man of many words, but as you smiled, happy with with yourself for finding something he liked, he emerged from the blankets, navy hair mussed, but looking overall content with his new namesake.

He reached out an touched the base of your head curiously, as you had done to him, light smile gracing his face.

"Perhaps..is this... affection, you displayed to me?" He asked quizzically, voice soft and slow with all the wonder of a dreaming child.

The moment was gentle, you thought, but you were having trouble focusing on his words with the deep, freezing chill the emanated from his fingertips, making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

You took the icy plunge and braced yourself for discomfort as you embraced him quickly and tightly, head resting in the crook of his neck.

He seemed confused and surprised, arms still where they were a moment ago, helplessly curled around the air.

"Yes, Howie. This is affection."

When his arms finally came down to awkwardly squeeze you, you realized this was the first time you had given him attention in which he responded well; no shivers of discomfort or anxious expressions in sight. He seemed to actually enjoy the embrace, freezing cold and trying to keep your teeth from chattering as you were.

You weren't sure how you'd not realized he was this cold before. Though you'd been staying decently far away from him, you thought that he would eminate this raw polar cold from a distance, yet you'd not felt a single change in the air until you were in his arms.

Though he'd relaxed and began deepening the embrace himself now, you had to pull away out of sheer discomfort, briefly looking down to see your bare skin blue and purple-tinged where you'd touched him for too long.

You hoped he didn't notice, although he looked disoriented after you'd broken the hug off so suddenly, looking a bit upset and ready to cling to you again, so you changed the topic with a gentle smile.

"You didn't answer my question earlier. What's kept you full in the past?" You repeated, knowing he'd already blanked on the question from minutes earlier.

He blinked for a moment, thoughts slowly returning to your prior conversation.

"I've not been full since I was a child. I ate copious amounts of crabs and fish, until I was sated for a few hours." At least he was more open to your probing questions now.

"Wow, your parents must have thought you a real challenge, huh?"

He looked down at you from his high perch with an unnerving gaze, not at all kindly and curious as it was a moment ago.

"I was capable of feeding myself. My parents had nothing to do with it."

"Oh.. ok, then."

You looked down at your feet, shuffling to the other side of the room before he took your hand, unexpectedly. A chill ran through your body, but his touch was so soft and pleading for you to look back at him, you didn't pull away.

"Am I too cold?" He asked, observing the way your fingers reddened in his grasp.

"A bit," you laughed lightheartedly, through half-chattering teeth.

He dropped his hand, ruffling through an inner pocket of his coat until he pulled out thick, woolen gloves.

Pulling them on, he took your hand again.

"Better?" You barely felt the chill of his hands this time. Smiling, you nodded at him.

"Let's go get lunch, Howie."

He let out a low, quiet laugh, accompanied by a near-impercievable smile, that barely reached your ears.

Maybe the third time would be the charm.

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Note: Can be taken as a (long-before) prequel to 'Primal'. I want most of my Lovecraft stories to follow the same essential plot and lore I set up, so they shouldn't have many differences unless it's a request.

Thanks for reading!

June 5th, 2023

-Kaori

#fanfiction #yandere #bsd s4 #bungou stray dogs #fanfic #hp lovecraft #bsd lovecraft #bsd lovecraft x reader #bungo stray dogs manga #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd howard phillips lovecraft x reader #bsd hp lovecraft x reader #unpopular character x reader #the guild bsd #eldritch #new lore just dropped #bsd s2

[iloveyanderes]

Based off a fic on Wattpad called everyone loves chuuya by krysing, you should go read it it's a complete 10/10.

The pull was very close, I'll try my absolute hardest to get done with part two, I promise you, anyway here is the fic:

Part one:

People were acting weird today, it's the first thing you noticed, by weird you mean everyone staring at you.

First it was your commanding officer, then your coworkers, and now people on the street's.

Getting some food your astonished when the waiter tells you it's free, did you do something in your last mission that was recorded and sent to the public?

Suddenly your phone rang, not your normal phone but your work phone, must be important.

Answering it you immediately say the basics of when your boss calls you, this serious tone you've managed to prefect ultimately failed you when you heard the news.

"name, your getting promoted to the hunting dogs" spitting out the coffee you had, you look around to discovering everyone yet again staring at you, though they had been doing that for at least 30 minutes.

Turning back to your phone you whisper into it, "please elaborate"

"today the commander himself decided that you were worthy enough to join the hunting dogs, all of the members agreed with this" your coworkers said.

In that moment the excitement you felt was nothing short of pure ecstasy, you had to stop yourself from screaming on the top of your lungs.

Slapping money on the table despite the fact that you were told it was free you rush back to headquarters and celebrate.

You run back, soon becoming aware of the person following you, keeping your smile to play dumb you wait for the attack.

In the distance mark twain had eyes one you, holding a tranquilizer gun he was preparing to shoot.

Counting down you wait for the shoot.

Three...

Get closer to a moveable metal

Two...

Don't see any.

One...

Stop sign!

Grabbing a stop sign you deflect the gun shot onto the ground, wait is that a tranquilizer? Hm he's not going for the kill.

Another dart came down and you just barely dodged it, they tip piercing your shoulder.

You need cover, and you need it right now.

Blocking one final bullet you duck into a subway and immediately exit mark twains view.

As you were making your grand escape mark was sighing over the fact that his boss was gonna get pissed over the fact he let you get away.

"why does he want this person again?.." he mumbled out loud, ow well he forgot, it's not like he doesn't share the feelings of his boss.

Once you were deep enough in the train station you finally allowed yourself to get a moment of calm.

You very briefly got a look at that guy since he was above you and shooting at you but you recognized him as some guy working for the guild in america.

What does the guild want with you?

Well you should get back to headquarters as fast as possible and report thi-

"hey guys!?! I'm lost!!!!" Yelled a voice, you looked up to some guy waving his hands up and down like a maniac.

'should I help him?' you thought, preparing to leave you were stopped when he made eye contact, he had short black hair and green eyes, wearing a hat and some weird detective gear.

"you!" He suddenly pointed at you, "you must come with me!" What???

What is he talking about, you didn't have a moment to register what was going on because he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

This guy had no idea where he was going because he pulled you to random places before finally getting to his destination.

'is this the armed detective agency? I've never been here before'

Your wrist began to hurt the moment he dragged you into the agency.

Wait a moment!? If this is a detective agency you could probably take shelter here!

The moment you and this random dude step In everyone is immediately on you.

"are you really name!"

"can I have your autograph!"

"your hair is amazing!!!"

"commit double suicide with me!"

"shut up dazai!" Screamed everyone on the room.

It was a bit more silent after that, you decided to speak up then.

"um.. who are you guys?.." simultaneously they all stopped to stare at you.

"I'm kenji" said a small blond.

"Atsushi!"

"I'm kunikida"

They all took turns introducing themselves until it got to the person who had dragged you here.

"I'm ranpo"

Ranpo...

"well it's really nice to meet you all, I remember your an agency right?"

"yeah!"

"do you mind if I stay with you guys for a bit? before I came here I think someone from the guild was hunting me down"

"you can stay forever" atsushi said before covering ranpo covered his mouth.

"what he means is that you can stay as long as you like" ranpo exclaimed, almost strangling atsushi,

you found this a bit odd, "well thank you!"

{time skip because I don't have the will to write this scene anymore}

the armed detective agency offered to let you stay in one of their rooms, but you declined because you didn't want to bother them, a bit of arguing had commenced before yasano finally let you sleep in the medic center, the bed was not the greatest but you've slept on far worse things before.

normally it be easy for you to sleep but fate had different plans today, around 1 am you heard sounds coming from another room, placing a knife in a secret pocket in your skirt you investigate.

the main room where everyone chilaxed was where the sound came from, rubbing your ears a bit the sound was coming from one of the couches.

the left one, where you saw dazai earlier, placing your ears against it, the sound of ticking became apparent.

oh shit.

three seconds was all you had before the bomb exploded, it was large enough that it damaged you seriously, hitting you left leg and upper body, your arms made it out okay, probably just some first degree burns.

the stinging pain was then accompanied the windows shattering, not because of the explosion but people breaking in.

'wait the port mafia is also following me!' oh crap, this is bad, you could fight that twain guy earlier because you were in tip top shape but now your legs are in agony and you have some serious burns.

one of the people who broke in was a small ginger with a fancy hat, he took one look at you, got angry and then yelled at the weird looking dude beside him.

"kajii! what did I say about hurting her, you said everything would be fine and look at her now!"

"how was I supposed to know that she'd go near my bombs!"

"make ones that don't have noises beforehand!"

wow, you are not prepared to deal with this bullshit, while those two idiots were arguing you prepared to run outside and warn the others.

only to be stopped by some edgy looking guy, "out of my way" you commanded, keeping your voice as strong as possible despite the disgusting pain.

"I can't let you leave" his voice was more firm then yours,more determined, hah! you'll show him determined.

now you have two options run or fight, you may be still able to fight but this guy is obviously an ability user, you'll have to be careful.

eventually you opt to run, bolting down the hallway ignoring the sting coming from your legs,to add onto the pain the knife you had placed on your thigh pocket fell out of it slightly and pierced your leg.

before you could yelp, weird black almost cloak like things grabbed your waist, arms, and legs pulling you backwards.

before you made it to the edgy guy dazai appeared out of nowhere and touched him, within a instant the weird black things vanished, and you bolted once again.

what the actual heck was going on!?

you couldn't think anymore only run, the port mafia was too busy fighting the armed detective agency to notice that you fled, you felt very bad about leaving the ada alone but something told you that they'll be okay.

though you might not be okay, you were slowing down, your vision going a black, and to add to all of it rain started to poor making you shiver.

when you reached a back alleyway your legs finally collapsed on you, the last thing you saw before you passed out was two boys.

one was a blond with an even weirder hat then the one you saw earlier with the ginger.

and the other....were those tentacles?

just as your sense's started to go to black you heard the blonde says something.

"woah is that the target! earlier mark was complaining about how hard she was to catch, she looks beat up, the boss is gonna be mad"

I knew I wasn't lucky enough to get a promotion and then nothing bad happen to me.

#yandere #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #platonic yandere #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere dazai #yandere imagine #yandere mark twain #yandere hunting dogs #bsd hunting dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs imagines #yandere ranpo #yandere ada #yandere decay of angels #yandere the guild #romantic yandere #yandere everyone #yandere fyodor #yandere fic #yandere port mafia #yandere chuuya #fyp #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #yanderes #yandere outbreak

[ahlai1]

Jouno x Tecchou NSFW

!Tampon!

Jouno was in his room which was weird he would always be with tecchou annoying him or shouting and complaining at his weird food combinations but nothing happened.Tecchou also notice it, he went to go to jouno's dorm knocking in his door and Jouno didn't answer. Tecchou knocked again more louder and tries opening the door to realize it's not locked he went inside closing the door gently.He looks at jouno to see him in his bed in a moaning mess he was completely naked stroking his cock moaning "Jouno what are you doing..?" Tecchou ask looking at him confused Jouno blushed when Tecchou saw him doing intimate stuffs on himself he immediately gets up covering himself with a blanket "Tecchou..! Have you learn nothing?! Knock before you enter!" Jouno glared at tecchou as Tecchou cheek turned bright pink "But i knocked- don't you have a heightened sense..-" Tecchou said looking down at jouno his cock was peaking on the blanket "Stop looking idiot! Plus if i didn't knock then don't enter!" Jouno said Tecchou then pinned him in the walls "You have been rude for me for awhile now, maybe i should get my pay back" Tecchou said as he smiled kissing Jouno in the lips passionately while stroking his cock gently sliding his tongue in his mouth making out with passion Jouno was moaning softly kissing back their tongues intertwined to eachother after awhile they stopped as Tecchou looks at Jouno "I'll finally get my revenge now" Tecchou said pushing Jouno in the bed making Jouno kneel down "you idiot... Once this is finished I'll hit yo!- ah!~" Jouno moaned when Tecchou shoved a tampon in his ass sliding it inside teasing his entrance going in and out making Jouno moan louder. His moaning can be heard outside but no one dared to enter "Y-you idiot!~ s-stop..~" Jouno moaned while Tecchou smirk teasing Jouno's entrance with the tampon he started stroking Jouno's cock making sure he cums quickly "I didn't know you're a slut Jouno~" tecchou teased while Jouno moaned "s-shut up..~" Jouno said to tecchou seeing Jouno in a miserable state was a good thing for Tecchou getting his long waiting revenge by teasing him. He flipped Jouno making him spread his legs wide open as he starts sucking Jouno's cock while stroking it making Jouno moan and gripping on tecchou's hair making tecchou go deeper he started liking it slowly as for Tecchou he clearly was enjoying it after awhile Jouno cums in Tecchou's mouth as he moaned and he said "Make sure to drink all tecchou..~" since Tecchou was an obedient dog for Jouno he drank it with no regrets making sure no cums are left in Jouno's cock Tecchou looked at Jouno "Wanna do it again?" Tecchou ask "No." Jouno answered as they rest in the bed

#bsd memes #bsd fanart #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bsd fyodor #dazai osamu #bungo gay dogs #hunting dogs bsd #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #port mafia #bsd headcanons #chuuya nakahara #bsd wan #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #bsd jouno #jouno x tecchou #tecchou fanart #bsd tecchou #tecchou suehiro #bungou stray dogs tecchou #tecchou x reader #bsd teruko #teruko okura #the guild bsd

[yurislotusgarden]

⊱✿⊰ Yuri's Masterlist's ⊱✿⊰

Welcome to my lovely garden! Choose the part of it that you want to see!

꧁ The Detective Agency ꧂

(Dazai Osamu, Ranpo Edogawa, Nakajima Atsuhi, Kyouka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa)

꧁ The Port Mafia ꧂

(PM! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Platonic!Kyusaku Yumeno, Platonic!Elise)

꧁ Decay of the Angel ꧂

(Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma)

꧁ Other characters ꧂

(Only Poe for now)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

꧁ 100 followers event꧂

#bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs #bsd port mafia #bsd ada #bsd decay of angels #edgar allan poe #ranpo x reader #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #kyusaku yumeno #izumi kyouka #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #sigma x reader #poe x reader #the guild

[dokk-fukuro]

Masterlist

Fukuzawa Yukichi • Your Relationship

Ranpo Edogawa • NSFW Alphabet • Your Relationship

Osamu Dazai • Your Relationship • Phone Sex

Atsushi Nakajima • Your Relationship

Ryunosuke Akutagawa • Your Relationship

Chuuya Nakahara • He eats you out • Phone Sex • Your Relationship

PM!Osamu Dazai

Ogai Mori • Phone Sex • Your Relationship

PM!Ango Sakaguchi • One-night Stand(?)

Fyodor Dostoevsky • Shrift [SMUT, f!Reader] • Your Relationship

Nikolai Gogol • Your Relationship

Sigma • High Enough [SMUT, f!Reader] • Your Relationship

Edgar Allan Poe • Phone Sex • Your Relationship

H.P. Lovecraft • Your Relationship • Not of This World [SMUT, f!Reader]

#masterlist #bsd #bungo stray dogs #fukuzawa yukichi #fyodor dostoevsky #nikolai gogol #nakahara chuuya #osamu dazai #sigma #ranpo edogawa #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #atsushi nakajima #armed detective agency #port mafia #rats in the house of the dead #decay of angels #the guild bsd

[voonroo]

I'm happy to say my inbox is open for requests after 4 months🥳 but only for BSD

I won't write NSFW and I would appreciate it if you're specific with what you want!

#gender neutral reader #x reader #voonroo #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai x reader #bsd ada #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd fyodor #bsd nikolai #bsd chuuya #bsd bram #bsd tachihara #bsd jouno #bsd tecchou #bsd hunting dogs #bsd port mafia #bsd ranpo #bsd poe #bsd guild #bsd whatever tf the 4th organizations name is #i cannot remember

[heidi-mail]

ʚ Hello! This is a Bsd fanfiction blog. Welcome and enjoy reading! ɞ

i only write headcanons, i do not do oneshots, as i am a very new writer, who had only ever written essays and crap for school, and the only experience i have is in reading fics, so i don’t think i’m at that point quite yet, i will do bits and pieces of dialogue tho depending on the request!

i write fluff /angst, but i do not write smut, however, i am okay with writing suggestive themes, but not straight up smut.

Rules :

ʚ I mostly write headcanons and drabbles.

ʚ Write for gender-neutral/non-binary pronouns.But I don't mind writing for female or male readers.

ʚNo racism/oppression of others. No adult/child(teen). No political statements.

ʚ I writing slowly and I'll ask you for patience.

ʚ English is my second language and I may make mistakes.

ʚ If you don't like my fics then I won't hold you back, you can go. Thanks.

Masterlist Bsd:(in developing)

ʚ Ada(Armed detectiv agency)...

ʚ Port Mafia...

ʚ The Guild...

ʚ DoA/Rats in the House of the Dead...

ʚ Other...

#ʚ heidi mail ɞ #bungou stray dogs #bsd #armed detective agency #bsd ada #port mafia #bsd port mafia #The guild #bsd guild #decay of angels #bsd doa #rats in the house of the dead #Bsd others #Bsd x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x female reader #bsd x male reader

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝙰:𝚗- 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝? 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢...

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The lights within the room flickered as the ginger hair male sat on the chair after dealing with the pesky bodyguards.

"Why must you be so... Reckless.. You could have just call me I would have explain to them, Chuuya" said the h/c hair male who handed the ginger a cup of tea.

"It isn't much of a problem.. They were easy to deal with.. Are you sure they can protect you well? After all they are weak"

"Ah~ indeed they are compare to you.. But they are indeed my bodyguards.. As a member of guild I can't just wandered around.. As Fitzgarald-san was the one to prepare those... Guards for me"

Chuuya huffed as he pick up the tea and drink it as his eyes focus on the male who gently smile.

"Where were you?"

"Huh?"

"Yesterday? Where were you?"

"Well, I went out with Margaret as she wanted to visit the shrine"

The ginger huffed in annoyance as the h/c male glance back at the male.

"Is-"

"You said you will come to the new cafe.. yesterday"

"Ah.. yes indeed but it wasn't plan either Chuuya" he said as Chuuya stare at him and then look away.

'Liar..' He thought to himself as he stare at you again who was busy drinking tea.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Hmm..? I' m afraid not.. As I do have a work to do" he said simply as Chuuya eyes narrowed.

"Why don't you just quit been a guild member? You can stay in Yokohama.. You can stay with me" said Chuuya as his eyes softened as you merely just smile.

"I'm afraid I have to reject that"

"Why?"

"Chuuya no matter what.. Guild is where I choose to be"

"And.. That choice.. Is going to make you leave me" said Chuuya as he recall that you were leaving soon as you don't know about the others but for you, It was important for you to leave.

"I will be back"

"Liar"

"..I'm not lying Chuuya, Do you really think I would lie to my best friend?" You said as you hold his hand to reassure him as he let out an annoyed huffed.

"Alright.. You better be back.. But for how long?"

"Two weeks exactly"

"Chuuya gaze down as you gently squeeze his hand and smile at him which he smile a bit.

"Alright, you better come calling me when you do"

"Of course" you said genuinely making him smile.

"Come back after two weeks alright?"

"Yes I will.."

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"Liar.. I knew it.. He lie..! Damn it!!" Muttered Chuuya who walk around in pace of his office annoyed as the phone call wasn't pick up as he already call 50 times.

"Come on y/n pick up please.. You said you will call.. Yet now I'm calling.. I should have known" muttered Chuuya who was too annoyed and break the desk alarming Kouyou who just arrive to his office.

"Chuuya? Are you feeling alright, in this early morning?" Said Kouyou as her flickers to the mess.

"Ah.. Ane-san.. Its nothing.. Much just.. Getting angry.. By..." Said Chuuya as Kouyou look indifferent by the lame lie.

"What is it?"

"...Well, one of my..'friend' told me he will come today.. And would call me at the earliest.. But he didn't.." Said Chuuya clearly showing annoyance.

"Where does that 'friend' of your went?" Asked Kouyou with raised eyebrow.

"America"

"Ah.. No wonder.. It might be night time for him"

"...." Chuuya gaze away forgetting that as Kouyou chuckles.

"You seem so annoyed are you perhaps like that friend of yours?"

"O-of course not" said Chuuya hesitating making her chuckle.

"Well good luck with that"

"Huh?"

"In asking that friend out.. The earlier the better it would be.. As there are some.. Witches who target rich guys especially.. If they are from guild" said Kouyou recalling some lower rank member girls squealing about that friend of Chuuya who Kouyou know too after all, Chuuya doesn't stop talking about him after he come back from talking to that friend of his.

Chuuya blushed red and gaze away making her chuckle as she took her leave from the office leaving Chuuya with his own thoughts.

'That...doesn't sound so bad..' He thought to himself as his face was red from the blush at the thought.. Though he won't admit he like the idea of you and him been something more.

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He waited at the airport as you came with a luggage yet, eyes widen to see Chuuya.

"Ah? Chuuya, you came..?"

"Of course I will, idiot.. Are you going anywhere after... Arrival?"

"Hmm? I'm just directly going to Guild base.. I think"

"...if you don't mind.. Will you.. And I.. Go.. Somewhere?"

"Hmm? Sure" you said agreeing as he smile a bit in relief as you both eventually wandered around in stores as Chuuya brought a bouquet of flowers as you assume he might be on a date or going.. And perhaps going to ask you for an advice as you are his friend, you were determine to give the best advice as you could.

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You both stood at the almost empty park as he turn around making you stopped to.

He outstretched his hand that hold the bouquet of roses as you blink confusedly.

"I.. Have a confession to made"

"Huh?" You were puzzled as he told you to be attentive making you nod to listen. His face was red as you worried maybe he is trying to practice on how to confessed or sort through you.. Maybe..?

"I.. I have been having...this feelings for you.. I wanted.. Our friendship to be more.. Then just.. Good friends.." He said as he look up to you into your eyes. "I love you, Y/n.."

You stare at him.

"Pardon?"

"Don't make me repeat!" Said Chuuya as his face was red as he gaze away from you.

"...So.. Your.. Confessing to me..?" You ask as he nod as he peek up at you, as he took notice of your expression been confused.

"..I'm sorry.. Chuuya but... I don't feel the same" you said as Chuuya hand on the bouquets tighten.

"What do you mean?"

".." You gaze away slightly and smile awkwardly as your eyes stare down at him.

"I.. Don't swing that way"

'..liar'

"I am sorry.. But.. I hope our friendship won't be disturbed."

'Lies'

"I'm.. Happy you confessed but i'm afraid.. I cannot return that feelings to you"

"Liar."

"What?" You paused as he stare up dead into your eyes.

"Your lying"

"No.. I'm not"

"Lies.. Lies.. You always lie"

"..I'm not lying-" you paused as he pull your collar down as his lips was on yours making your eyes widen about to step back yet Chuuya used his ability more on you.

As he back away from the kiss after a while and gently smile.

"Stop lying.. I already had enough of your lies.. Y/n"

"I'm not lying Chuuya, I do-"

He kissed you again as you resisted as pushed him away this time as he stare at the ground.

"You have to accept the rejection, Chuuya.. "

"...why..?"

"...I jus-"

"Why can't you tell the truth"

You look at him like if he is been serious about to argue yet he chuckle out loud alarming you.

"Y/n.. Please tell me honestly.. You love me too right?"

"no"

"Liar"

"I'm not"

"..liar..liar LIAR!"

As you glare at him as he seem to call you a liar for whatever reason.

"I waited for you on the cafe yet you lie to me and went of to your.. Other guild friend!"

"That's because I don't know you waited for me there"

"Liar"

"Chuuya.."

"Ne... Y/n" as he approach you as you stare back into his eyes that was dull blue.

"Will you.. "

"Huh?"

"...I love you"

"..I am sorry but"

He gently smile as his hand caress your face alarming you until he smile warmly.

"Or is it maybe.. You meant the opposite.. How silly of me.." He chuckle as you stare at him denying as he smile a bit.

"Your such a liar y/n, For a moment I thought you dislike me.. But all this time you were accepting me through lies"

"I'm not in love with you, Chuuya"

"I love you too, And this time you are not going back to the guild for some days"

"What? Listen to me Chuuya, your-"

"I won't listen.. Your so adorable when you lie.. You are such a good liar y/n"

As your eyes widen as he pull you down again and kiss you as you try to get out yet he still smile.

"If.. I didn't stay with you longest.. I wouldn't have catch your lies.. Oh y/n I love you too"

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A:n- chuuya.. Is a bit ooc.. Sorry anyway have a good day/night ahead.

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main masterlist…!

armed detective agency

port mafia

the guild

decay of angels

hunting dogs

from the pages of the Book…!

squash player dazai

soukoku as a tattoo artist x florist trope

musician au soukoku

cafe au soukoku + dazai pov !

shin soukoku reincarnation au

bsd highschool au! (skk, sskk, kousano, fyolai + ranpoe)

fem!skk drunken kisses

original characters…!

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#ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ broadcast #lei writes! ଘ(|lI.‸.) #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ lei’s rambles #lei’s creations! °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° #lawnmower akutagawa =^._.^= ∫ #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #ada #port mafia #guild #doa #hunting dogs #dazai #chuuya #soukoku

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Bungou Stray Dogs

♡ Names are linked to their masterlist!

➤ Armed Detective Agency

↳ Fukuzawa, Yukichi

↳ Kunikida, Doppo

↳ Dazai, Osamu

↳ Nakajima, Atsushi

↳ Yosano, Akiko

↳ Edogawa, Ranpo

↳ Miyazawa, Kenji*

↳ Izumi, Kyoka*

↳ Tanizaki, Junichiro

↳ Tanizaki, Naomi

➤ Port Mafia

↳ Ogai, Mori

↳ Ozaki, Kouyou

↳ Nakahara, Chuuya

↳ Akutagawa, Ryunosuke

↳ Akutagawa, Gin

↳ Higuchi, Ichiyo

↳ Tachihara, Michizo

↳ Sakunosuke, Oda

➤ The Guild

↳ Francis Fitzgerald

↳ Edgar Allen Poe

↳ Lucy Maud Montgomery

↳ Margaret, Mitchell

↳ Mark Twain

↳ Nathanial Hawthorne

➤ Decay of the Angel

↳ Fyodor, Dostoevsky

↳ Nikolai, Gogol

↳ Sigma

*req's must be veryyyy sfw

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