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madraleen · 3 months

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Bungo Stray Dogs - Season 3 A Commentary as Unhinged as the Anime but you know what, i'm not even sorry, the anime made me this way

-dazai had bandages on his face when he was in port mafia, and took them off when he joined the agency. what if by the end of the story he lets go of all the bandages, being his "naked" self. what then.

-dude, chuuya is so powerful

-smol dazai

-i'd expect nothing less from a dazai-chuuya first meeting

-15-year-old dazai is so subdued compared to present dazai. good thing miyano mamoru is a pro at that kind of nuance

-like, present dazai's default expression is :3. 15-year-old's dazai's is :<

-chuuya's fight scenes are sooo cool

-THEY'RE PLAYING ARCADE GAMES?!?! I HATE YOU!

-inside of me there are two wolves. one who appreciates bungo stray dogs, and one who goes insane for dazai/chuuya. but but, being with chuuya is the most animated young!dazai has been!!

-"the suicidal maniac wants to live" fits dazai to a T, chuuya gets it. and "i've come to think it's worth trying," dazai my love

-i will never get tired of chuuya yelling dazai's name, and also HANDS! THEY CLASPED HANDS! and things make sense! mostly! the naughty movie is behind us! (or in front of us production-wise, but. y'know.)

-so if chuuya is a vessel, does that mean he materialized as arahabaki's teenage human vessel?

-NO! THE SHEEP FUCKING STABBED CHUUYA?! i am so gullible, i was like, "oh, soul-searching, they're not that bad after all," but FUCKING STABBED?!

-YEAH YOU RUBBED RAT POISON LIKE THE RAT YOU ARE, YOU SHEEP JERK! YOU MADE CHUUYA CRY, YOU ASSHOLE! HE DIDN'T BETRAY YOU AND HE WOULDN'T BETRAY YOU, ugh i hate them.

-dazai perching on a rock, as one does

-to say that dazai is big-brained is an understatement. one wonders how insanely big-brained ranpo is, even, if dazai ISN’T their genius detective (well, dazai’s more of a tactician, isn’t he)

-the creation of artificial ability users by combining abilities with normal beings, that sounds like it'll be important at some point

-i'm actually smiling that chuuya found a place that he feels like he fits in, with the port mafia.

-dazai has so much fun riling up chuuya, i can't. i've loved this arc of dazai going from resigned, disconnected and detached to the whimsical maniac that we know now, and from suicidal maniac to suicidal maniac searching for reasons to live, and i loved getting to know chuuya's past and how they met and ugh, okay.

-ONLY A DIAMOND CAN POLISH ANOTHER DIAMOND, GUH

-HELLO daisuke ono! i've been expecting you.

-"people are quick to believe they are thinking of their own will," too true.

-wait, so what is fyodor's ability?

-bsd scares me a little, 'cause it's so whimsical and fun, that when it gets dark, you're completely unguarded

-i don't trust dazai as far as i can throw him, and also, i trust him implicitly. how is that possible?

-i will slap your pretty face, dazai, stop being so cryptic and tell us what's what! (re: the masked assassin)

-i love the tidbits of how much ranpo cares for the boss, because they should have a special relationship if the agency was founded specifically to make use of ranpo's skills.

-DAZAI IS IN SURGERY?! i hate him and his stupid plans, i hate this man, i hate him.

-oh i'm sorry master mastermind dazai, did you not predict that all hell would break loose after you got shot and incapacitated trying to find information on fyodor THAT YOU CLEARLY ALREADY SUSPECTED i hate you

-i'm so angry at dazai, but i don't think i'd be angry at all if he'd been fixed by akiko or patched himself up. it's specifically when he was shown mid-surgery that i got so incredibly angry, which leads me to believe that i feel like that because shit got real and i love him too much to see him involved in that kind of reality. the introspection of emotional responses is a hard-learned lesson from aot, tyvm.

-the agency vs port mafia makes me so sad.

-for that you got stabbed! to get the "a certain criminal" hint that eventually helped ranpo figure things out! sigh dazai, i hate you. i love you.

-how is kunikida so intact after the grenade blast?

-what a great moment for tanizaki to shine

-"we only know how to protect people by hurting people." ha.

-AHAHA RAMPO TRAPPING CHUUYA IN POE'S NOVEL, I YELLED OUT LOUD "OH NO!" that's great

-THE RACCOON

-i'm convinced dazai is in the hospital because there simply wouldn't be any conflict if he were up and about

-DAZAI-AKUTAGAWA PAST CRUMBLES?!

-i love the relationships in this anime, i love them so much. akutagawa fighting kyoka AND being happy for kyoka for not wanting to die anymore and finding reason to live, because he’s been there. they're so human and complex

-HE LIVES! HE SPEAKS! HE IS ALLOWED! (dazai)

-the fact that dazai has bandages over his arms etc in the hospital. how. the IV is on the bandages.

-the ex-assassins/ex-criminals to non-assassins/non-criminals ratio of the agency gets more even with every season

-the anime: 12 years ago, in ambiance lighting. me, a hsr player: ...have they been hit by quantum or...?

-HE SPEAKS AGAIN! DAZAI IS ALLOWED TO EXIST! REJOICE!

-ahaha is natsume-sensei mii-chan?!

-"ability: i am a cat" ahahaha! i don't know how that relates to the author, i wish i did, but out of context it's funny

-man i love bungo stray dogs. it's preposterous, it's absurd, i love it

-dazai and his stray kids. he was like, "welp, i've had enough of this hospital, BYEEEE"

-the problem is, the moment i hear dazai's voice i smile. he could be reading the dictionary and i'd still smile.

-dazai: jump. atsushi, his actual kouhai: but... but… akutagawa, ex-kouhai, present enemy-ish: how far?

-"of course dazai-san would vanish and leave you behind!" FREAKING OUCH ATSUSHI! he's not wrong though. dazai is a tactician, akutagawa fighting the enemy that's in front of him instead of the actual target is a liability

-"anyone who questions dazai falls into a cognitive prison." agreed, akutagawa. agreed, signed, experienced

-YEAH GEE WHY WOULD DAZAI EVER PAIR YOU TWO I WONDER! NOT BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF THE STRONGEST DUOS OF THE 'VERSE OF ANYTHING! (akutagawa and atsushi)

-this season's eps are so packed with story that i feel like i've been watching three dozen eps instead of twelve

-OOOOH dazai was mistaken, NICE

-you know, usually i'd be like "hrrrrm, they can do that all of a sudden? they hadn't shown this ability before it became convenient to have it, humph," but in this case i'm like "HECK YEAH THERE'S MORE THINGS THEY CAN DO, JUST WATCH!"

-oh that's so cool, the baby strays' combined abilities in atsushi

-imagine being pushkin and facing off against the agency and port mafia combined, lmao bye

-FYODOR ISN'T THERE AND HE'S COMMUNICATING THROUGH MUSIC?! THAT'S SO STUPID HE'S SUCH A MASTERMIND OMG

-NO! dazai colluded with fitzgerald?? AHAHAHAHA this anime is insane, the allegiances are so fluid, i love it

-DAY, NIGHT AND TWILIGHT COLLABORATING

-again, i love that the major antagonists don't die and they're recurring or potentially recurring

-lmao what, someone save our boy chuuya from the damn book!

-aw atsushi my love, you're not incompatible with akutagawa, you're complementary

-ATSUSHI WENT FOR THE KILL with the condition of not killing on akutagawa, and also i absolutely love it

-oooh, atsushi reminds dazai of oda?? with akutagawa being past dazai-ish? i see i see, so just like oda taught dazai the strength in not killing, atsushi means to teach that to akutagawa, and dazai can see and understand and appreciate it because he's been there, that's beautiful

-it’s sweet how it alternates between - good guy natsume fostered the sworn enemies/best partners mori-boss duo, antagonist mori fostered the dazai-chuuya duo, and good guy dazai fosters the atsushi-akutagawa duo.

-i'd love a glimpse of chuuya going insane inside the book, we were robbed

-anyway so i love season three. probably? that's the feeling i'm left with.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs anime #bungou stray dogs #anime commentary #an unnecessarily long commentary #a stupidly long commentary

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dutchforstrangers · 3 years

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Digiweek day 3 - Music | Shades of red; a Taikoura fanfiction

Chapter 3/7. Candy cane red

Chapters [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

AN!: Yes, I wrote a Christmas fic in the middle of summer. So get cozy, place yourself in front of a random pine tree, put on an ugly Christmas sweater and get yourself some ‘glühwein’ and ‘kerstkransjes’. Happy readings!

Characters: Taichi Yagami (Hikari Yagami, Koushiro Izumi & Sora Takenouchi and other Adventure and 02 DigiDestineds in background) Genre: Romance, songfic (Chirstmas!) Rating: K Wordcount: 1.568

Song used: Wrapped in red - Kelly Clarkson

Art by Sanni @seventeenlovesthree

“Do we have to go?” Taichi sighed, slouching further into the couch. From where he sat he could see his baby sister rolling her eyes, simultaneously packing up the pie she made earlier today to bring to the party.

“Don’t be such an indifferent baby,” Hikari said, her eyes now directed to him. “It’ll be fun! I know you’re dying to see everyone together. Daisuke made some special ramen for us, Mimi-san spends this Christmas in Japan for the first time since three years, even Jyou-senpai and Iori-kun could take off from their busy work schedules.”

Hikari was right, he wanted to see everyone, especially together which was something very rare. Taichi tried to think back to the last time all of them were together, but it was hard. Meanwhile Hikari continued her enumeration, saying they should be prepared for Miyako and Ken showing off Miyako’s little baby bump. They would be the first ones to have a baby and Taichi suddenly felt old.

“Of course Sora-san and Koushiro-san will be there too.”

Taichi felt his face heating up hearing those names, immediately sitting up straight, his throat dry. Hikari’s suspicious gaze made Taichi feel even more uncomfortable as he swallowed trying to get back his cool.

“You forgot the blondes,” he quickly covered up his nervosity to which Hikari responded with nervosity of her own. Now they were even. However unlike Taichi, Hikari managed to keep her cool.

“I don’t have to mention them, because they obviously will be there as the party is hosted by Takeru.” her calm voice replied to him. “And of course he will drag Yamato-san with him just like I have to drag you with me. Kami, why do you two always have to be so stubborn and indifferent while both of you love to have the group complete?”

“No I love to have the group complete while Yamato just pretends to love it, when in reality he just wants to be alone with his guitar.” Taichi countered.

“You sure about that?” Though the counter was short lived. “Because Takeru told me he is bringing a girl. And you know, it’s Christmas... we’re at Takeru’s place... meaning there will be one or two mistletoes...” Hikari shyly smiled, a pink blush on her cheeks. Taichi sighed, standing up from the couch now having two good reasons to go to the party. One to see Yamato trying to act all cool but miserably failing being all nervous around the girl he would bring. And two to keep an eye on his sister, Takeru and the mentioned mistletoes.

Or maybe he had three reasons. After all, Sora and Koushiro would be there too…

Takeru’s Christmas party was a blast and Taichi had to admit he had a good time eating with everyone, catching up and seeing everyone all happy together. Not to mention that the booze was lifting up his mood. Also, luckily for him Takeru hadn’t decorated the place with mistletoes but instead everywhere were candy canes. The ricocheting light shining on the candy canes turning the room slightly red.

Taichi looked over to Sora and Koushiro who were in deep conversation with Mimi and Jyou. Their red colored hair fading because of the red shade filling up the room. Nonetheless they looked stunning to him, Koushiro dressed in a simple black trousers topped of with a forest green blouse and Sora in a stylish indigo colored cocktail dress. He dreamily smiled to himself enjoying the sight in front of him, the confusing romantic feelings he experienced during the past months coming all back to him at once. His heart speeding up by the thought of a possible confession.

He had thought about it for a while now, feeling like he had to confess his feelings someday. But it was complicated, he had no idea how to do it and, most important, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with the both them. Besides, how did one confess his feelings towards two people at the same time? He could feel his head spin as he gathered all the courage inside of him.

Yamato interrupted his plans, taking a seat next to him. Not wanting or able to ignore him, Taichi shifted his attention from Koushiro and Sora to the blonde, giving Yamato a questioning look. Their friendship was either a stormy one or a quiet one and right now it leaned more towards the quiet friendship, because the only thing Yamato did was nodding a single nod in the direction of the improvised stage where his date picked up the microphone of the karaoke set.

Everyone in the room immediately grew quiet, just like Taichi had done, shifting their attention to the girl with the microphone. She told everyone she had played in a band, which didn’t surprise Taichi knowing Yamato’s type, and that she wanted to kick off the karaoke part of the night. He glanced over to Yamato -who looked a tad embarrassed- to gave him an approving nod. Making himself comfortable he leaned back in his chair, music accompanying the red light painting the room.

Everybody's happy Snow is falling down Prayers are being nicer Miracles all around

The girl’s voice sounded soft in comparison to Yamato’s more raw sound. It had something magical with the redness in the room. That thought made his gaze drift off to his two favorite redheads once more.

From afar I've loved you But never let it show And every year another December comes and goes

A warm smile escaped Taichi’s lips upon looking at them. Kami, they looked gorgeous and so incredibly happy. He had looked at them for quite some years, but recently those looks felt more like deep stares. Or maybe those stares had always been there and he wasn’t sure anymore. Thinking back to it, how long did he have these feelings now? It was hard to remember as those feelings felt both confusing and strangely familiar for so long all the same. Because, well, he had to admit to himself that over and over again he was mesmerized by their appearances. Even after all these years. The way they looked, the way they smiled, the way they talked…

Always watching Never reaching

He had always watched them. Always. He knew them from the inside out. Thing was that they didn’t know him, or at least not the way he felt now. And to be honest, he had no idea how to exactly reach them about this matter. He never had been able to. Never.

Blue is where I've been Green can't buy me you Silver bells remind me That mistletoe's for two

Taichi looked to his left where Yamato was. His mouth was curled into a proud smile while his eyes were closed, deeply listening to his date’s singing. Then Taichi looked over to Mimi who was supportively and excitingly clapping for Yamato’s date like a little kid. His eyes then shifted to Jyou who’s foot was attempting at tapping along the beat of the music, a serene smile on his face. Of course his eyes then fell onto Koushiro and Sora sitting side by side. He whispering something in her ear. She laughing to whatever he had said to her.

The realization hit him there that they were already with two. Sure, as far as Taichi knew they weren’t a couple or a thing or each other’s date. But he couldn’t just interfere telling he loved them both, right? Besides, a romantic relationship existed of a maximum of two people.

So I found a color That only tells the truth That paints a picture Of how I feel for you

They were messing with him. It was messing with his head. He was messing with himself. The confusion in his body and mind only grew bigger and Taichi could feel himself slip. He had to tell them. For all he knew he had to. But how? Or when? Where? Who? Who…

I'll never feel you If I don't tell you

All he knew was that he had to confess and that tonight could be his chance. Having no clue where it would lead him. Lead them.

But this Christmas I'm gonna risk it all

But Taichi had to risk it all.

This Christmas I'm not afraid to fall

He could fall deep. And if so, he could still count on them to catch him. Right…?

So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said

What were words anyway? It was all it took, words. It would be best to just tell them the things he had been afraid to tell them. He had been afraid to confess.

In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet

It would definitely place him in a new light. Though suddenly he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad light. A bright and shiny one or a cold and darker one. He didn’t want to seem desperate. It had to be sweet love, like the red of the candy canes all across the room.

Wrapped in red

But what if it turned out to be the bitter red of fury and he would destruct their bond like a raging fire… He could feel his courage fading, a dark shade of doubt replacing all the shades of red he cherished and loved so dearly.

#digiweek2021 #digimon fanfiction by me #digimon #taikoura #taichi yagami #taishirora #tai kamiya #koushiro izumi #sora takenouchi #hikari yagami #izzy izumi #kari kamiya #digiweek day 3 #music #songfic #shades of red #candy cane red

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 Waking up and finding you on your period | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 15+, mild sexual references, fluff, so much fluff, teensy bit of a daddy kink implied for Daisuke, bit of breeding link implied for Haru *COUGH*

⚠️ 15+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Guess who came on her period and was in dire need of some comfort from her best boys? That's right. Me. So I freaking wrote it. Here you go.

Despite the tags, it's like, 95% fluff, and even the sex is fluffy, and it's not even described. This is just pure wholesomeness. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

At first, when Daisuke sees the blood in the bed, he thinks you might be injured and worriedly wakes you up, asking if you're hurt with his hair down because he's been sleeping

As you wake, you feel the crushing pangs in your abdomen and shake your head

"That's not is," you say, embarrassed about the amount of blood staining the sheets

"I see," he says, deducing that you must have got your period in the night

He sounds as calm as ever, but he's actually genuinely relieved you haven't injured yourself

But he can see that you're in pain and he hates it serious daddy vibes

He carefully picks you up and carries you to the ensuite bathroom princess style, baby

"I'm sorry," you whimper into his chest

"There is nothing to be sorry for," he says firmly

His voice rumbles in your ears that deep, sultry voice, omg

When you reluctantly ask him if he's grossed out, he gives you a blank look

"Why should I be?" he asks. "It's perfectly natural."

"Yeah, but…"

He senses that you've experienced unpleasant situations with boyfriends in the past and can't help but feel fiercely protective and angered that they hurt you like that

"Any man who is 'grossed out' – as you put it – by something like this," he continues, entirely seriously, "does not deserve to be called a man."

He sits with you and helps you clean yourself as he draws the bath for you, having got his servants to fetch pain killers, sanitary products, and clear up the mess in the bedroom

You keep apologising for ruining the incredibly expensive, luxury bedding like so expensive, you want to die

But Daisuke keeps telling you not to worry about it, insisting that it can easily be replaced

He's literally already got HEUSC to order some new stuff

After you're clean, he helps you into the bath and gets in with you, sitting you between his legs, his arms around your body, and pulls you back against his chest

He insists you use all your favourite scents and products, planting little kisses on your neck and shoulders as he caresses the bubbles over your skin

He helps you get dressed into some of his comfy, oversized clothes and sits you down on the sofa he bought some after he wore Haru's, lmao

Come to the comfy side, we have hot guys

You grab hold of the back of his shirt when he turns to leave

When you ask him to stay with you, he immediately has tells HEUSC to clear his schedule for the day, calling in sick for work so he can do just that he must look after his princess

He can never say no to you

Hoodies and sweatpants all round

He has his chef make all your favourite foods and orders in whatever chocolates and treats you want

He even purchases a giant, expensive teddy with same-day delivery when you showed even the slightest interest in it we're talking a 2 metre plus bear, here

You spend the day curled up next to him in a cosy room, watching whatever movies, TV shows, K dramas, etc. you want

He probably has a cinema room in his house, okay? Don't @ me

Lots of cuddles and spooning hnng

He ignores any sexual urges he gets if he knows you're not in the mood

When you say you want a massage, he immediately goes to get HEUSC to call his private masseuse

When you ask him to do it instead, he's caught off guard and doesn't really have any idea what to do

He's hesitant and nervous, worried he might hurt you

But he eventually gets the idea, and feels proud of himself when you say it's helped relieve your cramps a little

Lots of hair stroking and back rubs

While you're asleep on his lap, he researches into dealing with period pain

He hates that his money can't buy you out of your pain entirely, but he's going to do the absolute best he can this sweet man, I can't

He makes sure he orders all sorts of high quality products, like super expensive heat pads, magnets, the best quality pads and tampons etc. so he's properly prepared next time best boy

While looking this stuff up, he reads that orgasms and sometimes even penetrative sex can help relieve cramps and pain, and immediately starts looking up how to go about it

When you wake up, he gets you some water and goes to ask you about what he read, but ends up a little too shy to, and vows to himself to bring it up next time

Which he does and it's adorable and hot at the same time??

And he really goes all out, focusing on you completely

You're glowing afterwards as you come down from your high, and he rests his forehead on yours

I'm dying, this is so cute. Why can't this be real?!?

Kato Haru

You wake up first, feeling your stomach sink at the all too familiar sensation of blood between your legs

You nervously turn to Haru and wake him up, but can't manage to get the words out

Haru knows exactly what's happened as soon as he sees it

He gives you a hug and a kiss and tells you it's okay, and to get out of the bed

He fetches you pain killers and hurries out to the convenience store to buy any other products you need

A range of different pads, tampons, a hot water bottle, more over-the-counter pain killers and medication, chocolate it's necessary, okay? Haru knows what's up

It's dishearteningly early in the morning and still dark out brave boy, best boy

He returns with the items as quickly as possible, smelling of a fresh, crisp morning, still panting a little from hurrying to get back to you I freaking can't, it's too cute

He starts cleaning the sheets as best he can, soaking them in the tub while you clean yourself up in the bathroom

He also prepares a quick meal or two for you in advance because he knows you'll feel too awful to do anything yourself today he's so knowledgeable and practical

#boyfriend material

Lots of small smiles, hugs, and forehead kisses to remind you that he's not mad, because he knows you're worrying about it

When you're all clean and the bedding is changed, he puts you back to bed with a hot water bottle and a blanket, kissing your forehead

He has to get ready for work

You want him to stay, but you know how strong his sense of duty is, and don't want to put him in the position where he has to choose

He kisses you softly before he leaves, saying he'll call you later on his break

You spend the whole day missing him while enjoying the food he lovingly prepared

You wait with your phone by you, watching the clock

When he calls and you hear his voice come though on the other end of the line, you sink under a wave of relief and finally start to relax

He asks you how you are, if you've been eating, tells you to eat that particular food you always leave, because it's good for you, damn it, and reminds you where things are in case you might need them, etc.

He says he loves you soft boi

You can hear Kamei in the background, poking fun at Haru – who pointedly reminds him who has a girlfriend and who doesn't rip Kamei

Daisuke's voice briefly drifts down the line, and Haru says he has to go

He says he loves you again, and you say it back

When he hangs up, it's suddenly very empty in the apartment

You hug a pillow all afternoon in place of him

It's late when he gets back, laden with groceries, the ingredients for your favourite meal, and a bouquet of small, pretty-looking flowers from the supermarket

You're immediately feeling better now that he's home, getting some colour back in your cheeks

You watch him cook up a storm in the kitchen he's so hot when he cooks, I can't

You always love his food, but it tastes so much better now that he's with you

After eating, you curl up together and watch TV

Lots of goofy grins and raspberries on your neck and tummy – anything to make you laugh and smile again

When you finally laugh, he leans in and says, "There it is."

Spooning yes, both of them

I like spooning, shut up

He can't help but get hard, and he apologises bashfully when you notice

You tell him it's okay wink wonk

He grins

"You know, I think I have a remedy for this affliction of yours," he says, nuzzling your neck with his nose

"Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask sceptically, sensing something mischievous is afoot

"I could always put a baby in you, free of charge," he says, only half joking as he nibbles on your earlobe getting steamyyy

"Babe, we're broke," you say, breaking out into a giggle

But you get down to it anyway because he freaking loves you and knows that you needs to be reminded of it right now

#imo chan imagines #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #the millionaire detective balance: unlimited #fkbu #imagine #headcanons #fkbu imagine #fkbu headcanons #kambe daisuke #kato haru #fkbu x reader #fluff #fkbu fluff

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kannra21 · 4 years

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Dating Hoshino Ryo

At first he's completely aloof, similar to Daisuke in a way but different motives. He's very dedicated to his job, it's one of the things that brings him happiness and pride. When he decides to completely indulge himself in something he's doing it earnestly. He's also not a risk taker, he's the type who's constantly worrying about things. Perfectionist of sorts? He just wants everything he puts his mind on to be as good as it possibly can. That's why he's actively trying to avoid love matters since he's so busy with making his life work nicely for him. Person like him looks cold from the outside but in reality he has a big heart. He looks up to his sempai and respects his superiors.

When you appear in his life he'll be formal, as usual, until you make a move on him bc otherwise he won't take the initiative. It's too risky for his heart. It'd be even more difficult if you were his colleague because colleagues dating within the same unit is against the rules. If this happens, the couple is given the choice to either end their relationship or one of them would have to leave the MPD which is lowkey giving him a heart attack.

He's afraid bc when he falls for someone he falls too hard and does reckless things, he hates this side of himself. Will pin you to a wall behind their common workplace at the station and kiss you all over. He's passionate and soft and slow and sensual. He can't think straight, it's just the way you make him feel. Your colleagues often wonder why you come out of the corner looking all disheveled. He's fixing his tie and his well-put hair is now looking messier (and hotter but you're not supposed to say this aloud).

Is putting extra effort in his looks, in his free time he's dressing in oversized shirts, sweaters, cuffed and cargo pants, and all that jazz. You're teasing him ab it but he doesn't mind it bc he knows that you find it hot. Will always be expecting you with a small surprise such as bouquet of flowers or sweets, he's a big romantic. Will slowly dance with you in the middle of the room while following the rhythm of the music. He never shows this side of himself to anyone, only to you. It's the way he's showing you his trust in you.

He's overly protective of you and although he doesn't want to admit, he's a little possessive. If someone's raising their voice at you during work, he switches from "calm reserved Ryo" to "angry boyfriend Ryo" and puts himself in front of you to have a "little chat" with whoever you're having problems with. Everyone notices the change in personality but pretend they didn't see because they knew how much you meant to Hoshino. They were all good friends in MPD, they didn't want to hold grudges against each other.

When you're sent on missions he always makes sure to give you lower-risk tasks, he's always looking after you and going extra mile to ensure the completion of your work. His colleagues think he's wasting time bc he used to work more efficiently before his obsession with you and him pampering you. He's trying to convince them otherwise but no one believes him. It's a running joke between your colleagues.

There were times when you saw him utterly devastated such as when Haru refused to work with him and went with Daisuke to England. He was sitting on the bed holding his head in his hands grieving. He blamed himself for being such an ass towards him and he hated himself. You didn't like to see him like this since you knew how much he looked up to Haru and you wanted to call him to give him a lecture but he begged you not to do it. Too late, you already tapped the "call" option and he panicked. Not knowing what to do, he kissed you and continued making out with you and you could hear Haru's voice on the other line "Hey y/n, what's up?... Hello?... Mby she called by mistake.", he hang up. Hoshino was never rly encouraged to prolong his kisses but this was urgent and once you parted you couldn't help yourself but to be amazed. This turned into something more later in the day.

When he's in mood he gets clingy, hugs you behind your back and kisses your neck and ears. He whispers the most beautiful of praises and encouragements. Sweet talk is his thing and he's showing you just how much he loves and appreciates you. Sometimes it brings you to tears because no one ever loved you like this before. He's feeding your heart with so much positivity and he's genuinely happy to have this effect on you. He kisses your forehead, tells you that you're his beautiful angel and that he'll protect you from everything in this world. You're convinced in his words because of how overprotective he acted towards you when at work.

If you're the later shift you'll arrive home greeted by rose petals on the floor leading to a certain room. You're getting all blushy bc you can already assume where this is going. You enter the bedroom and see bed covered in rose petals, candles on furniture and silent music playing in the background. He gets out of the bathroom in only a towel and he's surprised to see you arriving a little earlier than expected. You just jump on him, kiss him and you make out like there's no tomorrow.

He likes long walks, his favorite is taking you on the beach during a sunset. He'd listen to you talking like this forever and the landscape looks truly amazing. If you get a little playful, you'll spray him with water and he'll scold you like a worried bf he is bc he can't allow himself to let you get a cold. He always worries about things and you're assuring him that everything is fine. Night looks beautiful and the starry night sky gives the whole ambience a completely new meaning. You can't take your eyes off of the stunning view and he's hugging you closer to himself, in moments like this he'll tell you that you mean the entire world to him and he'll keep you warm or buy you smtng to eat. He's spoiling you so much and you're the luckiest girl alive. You never ask for much, you're modest but this won't stop him from trying to meet your expectations and getting your approval.

Of course, there are times when he gets extra wary when you're talking to other guys. He's not questioning your loyalty, he's worried of them making a move on you and the sole thought of it fills his heart with rage. He can be an asshole sometimes when he's having his doubts and you need to tell him to calm down bc he's making everyone uncomfortable. He apologizes, but only to you because he feels like he doesn't owe them anything, he's this stubborn.

Sometimes he brings up stupid topics while lying in bed with you before sleep like fear of losing you one day bc your job is too dangerous and his mind gets clouded with dark thoughts. That's why he's so afraid of getting too attached to someone, if he loses you he'll lose himself and before he continues ranting any further you take his hand in yours and lean your forehead on his. You tell him that nothing will ever happen to you as long as you're with him and that's enough to make him calm again.

He's not exactly skilled at cooking so he appreciates it v much when you teach him certain things. He's not lazing around, he's listening to you rly carefully and taking notes on important things you tell him. You reward him with a peck and he gets cuddly. You still can't believe that such a softie works as a police officer. You ask him what motivated him to choose this job and he said that he looked up to his dad a lot. His dad was one of the highest ranked men in their department and he died protecting other people. He was a literal hero and many remember his name till this day. Therefore, out of respect and in memory of his dad, he decided to become a cop as well. Besides, he always wanted to be someone's hero and he finally found someone who could make it all happen.

When he gets stomach ache you offer to massage him and although he refuses bc he doesn't want to bother you, you do it anyway and he melts into your touch. It's not like you mind it since his body is slightly toned and you need to contain yourself because he's so handsome and yet you need to concentrate on his pain. You take such good care of him, he gets goosebumps and is so grateful. He wants to return the favor somehow but there's no need to bc of how mindful he constantly is of you and he loves you so much. His heart is full and he always has that dreamy look whenever he spends time with you. He loves it when he puts his head on your lap and you caress his hair and face. Your hands are soft and warm and he's in bliss. He hums and feels so much better with your treatment. You scratch his scalp and he buries his face in your belly. He's lying turned to the side on purpose so you couldn't see certain things but you notice from how his back is slightly hunched and you just know. No one can make him feel this way the way you do.

When the crew is traveling by a police van there's a possibility that there won't be enough space for everyone to sit in so Hoshino will stand up for you to occupy his seat but you sit on his lap instead and everyone is looking at you. Hoshino is blushing and whispering in your ear that this wasn't such a good idea but you continued talking about how the van is too small and criticized it's lack of equipment. During patrols he's sharing his food with you if you didn't have enough and if you get hurt he'll always help you out or even carry you. Your colleagues already knew what's going on between you two but they decided not to tell boss. They found you lovely and gave you their full support.

On the other hand, they're teasing Hoshino because he always supported the idea that work should be done with seriousness and dedication. He's blushing and telling them that he's trying to be as professional as possible. Their colleagues appreciate the more relaxed and humanistic Ryo rather than the workaholic one they all got used to. They talk casually with him and ask him some love advice but then he gets angry and tells them to go back to work. Noup, nothing changed. Workaholic Ryo is still present, he just accidentally showed them his new side, that's all.

He's the one who doesn't appreciate theme parks and crazy rides but he'll go with you if you really want to. He never really talked about this before but he's afraid of heights. He thinks he's a party breaker but you actually don't take him to ferris wheels or roller coasters. You take him to everywhere else like water rides, bumper cars and he's absolutely in love with shooting games at the stalls where he can win you a toy. You stayed at the arcade section for at least two hours. You had so much fun that day and no one felt sick on top of it.

Haru found out about you two eventually and teased you bc he claimed how he knew this entire time. He's so happy for you and he's congratulating you. Daisuke isn't interested whatsoever but he decided to mess with Hoshino a little bc he can and bc he's a millionaire bastard. He invited you to his high-end restaurant for his top-noch first-class dinner to test if you were docile and if your relationship was real. Daisuke couldn't care less about your preferences, he just wanted to see Hoshino's reaction. You politely declined and Hoshino became dangerously serious which surprised even Haru, he never saw him this angry before. Haru concerningly asked Daisuke if he went completely insane and he just said that he got his confirmation. He turned around, entered his expensive car and Hoshino couldn't believe the audacity of this guy. Haru just shrugged and said "it's Kambe".

You want to take him to a karaoke night and you're being so enthusiastic ab it but he's shy, he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone else and especially in front of you. You somehow manage to convince him and you came to the bar. When he starts singing you realize that he's actually good at it. You tease him that he's a man of many talents, he's flattered and tells you that you're not so bad yourself. Now you're trying to persuade him to wake you up every morning with his nice singling and he gets soft just by thinking ab it. You really are his angel and more.

He really enjoys cuddling with you in a blanket while watching a movie and snacking on something at night. Whoever falls asleep on the couch first gets covered in the said blanket, gets a pillow tucked under their head and the other goes to their bedroom. Hoshino will carry you only if he feels like it, besides, he doesn't want to disturb your sleep. He'll make sure you get properly covered before leaving.

He loves baths with you bc they're rare. He always takes a quick shower before work and making time for you to do something like this is super relaxing for him. He'll scrub your back, smear the foam everywhere and it's the best feeling ever. You'll do the same for him and massage his scalp, he's living for it. After a tiresome day at work he's definitely looking forward to things like this. He's kissing your shoulder and you're surprised. You make out and you need to keep it down so you wouldn't overflow the bathroom floor. It's funny to you how he doesn't find sharing a bed with you sexual while he does sharing a bath. He says it's bc you're naked at the moment and you say that he could as well just take your pjs off, that there's no real difference. He's all flushed bc he can't find the appropriate answer and you laugh.

However, he does get hot and bothered when you're testing his limits. He'll dominate whatever happens from this moment on but if you insist on taking the lead, he'll let you. You don't know how he knows certain things and you suspected that he had girlfriends before, you're jealous and he told you that he's actually just well-informed. You're so smug at the moment and he's replacing this expression of yours with a new one full of want. He's passionate and mindful and he's completely weak to your own happiness. He could entertain you like this for hours and he's v open to conversation and exploration of what you want. He's v loving and caring and you can't get enough, it's like an addiction.

He'll drive you to work and many already noticed that you come together most of the time. Your colleagues are being dorky and calling you a "cople", you're blushing and he tells them to go back to work, he secretly enjoys their teasing.

He kisses your cheek while you were typing something on your laptop. Boss saw it, you panicked and Hoshino said that he wished you a happy birthday. Boss noted that it was, indeed, not your birthday and that he knew through your resume. Hoshino replied that he has mistaken the dates and you laughed. Boss huffed in amusement, you two were so obvious that even the blind could tell. He allowed you to be with each other as long as you're not doing lovey-dovey things at work, you were good assets to his team so he didn't want to lose you. Hoshino's eyes were basically shining and you were glad. He was so pessimistic ab the outcome of this possible situation but now he's grateful and he cherished your relationship even more.

It's his birthday and you surprise him by dressing as a sexy cop. You say kinky stuff like bad boys going to jail but he's such a good boy and the joke is literally useless, you make him laugh tho. He suggested to play bad cop good criminal scenario so he took your handcuffs and used them on you. Now he can't see you the same way during work anymore. It was the best birthday gift.

He takes you to a little trip at the botanic garden and it's so amazing there, being surrounded by such beauty is a wonderful experience. You sit at the bench and feed the swans in the lake. You have no idea how Ryo comes up with ideas like this but he never ceases to surprise you. Every day is something new with this guy and it's always a positive thing. He knows how to make you relax after a stressful day at work and he makes you smile when everything seems like it's falling apart. You tell him you love him, it comes out of nowhere and he's just so happy. He wants to make you feel like this all the time. Only then does he know that he's succeeding as a boyfriend and making sure that you end up with someone who actually deserves you.

You wake up the next morning, head towards the kitchen and notice that something smells rly nice. Was Hoshino cooking? You take a look and sure enough, he was making a breakfast for you two. You approach him and kiss his cheek, telling him good morning. He reduced the fire, picked you up and seated you on the counter. He kisses you and tells you good morning as well. At one moment he looks insecure and you ask him what's up. He says things like you being the key ingredient for spicing up his world and he's covering his face from how cheesy and stupid it sounds. Hoshino trying out cooking jokes was hilarious but you're so in love with him and you kiss him and say smtng cheesy in return to make him feel better. You take a taste of his food and it's great, you love it. You feed each other and he looks so adorable when he's munching on it.

When he's sick you find it hard to leave him by himself since you want to help him as much as you possibly can and he's telling you not to do it bc he'll spread it on you. You don't listen, partly bc he's just as same and would rather spend time taking care of you than doing anything else. The boss knows in advance and is already counting on backup whenever something like this happens. You don't need to inform him, it's already clear to him that whenever one of you gets sick, the other will soon follow.

He takes you to hanabi festival, you're dressed in yukatas and watch beautiful fireworks in the distance, it's one of the most amazing sights to see. He gets down and you squeal bc YES it's finally happening! You've waited for this moment in so long. He apologizes, his napkin just fell and you're disappointed like never before. "By the way" he says as he's reaching for a small square box in his pocket, you squeal again and he opens it, revealing an elegant-looking ring tucked in puffy inserts. He asks if you want to marry him and you shout the long expected "yes", you're hugging and crying and he can't believe his own eyes, he became the luckiest guy in the world.

@narcopharmacist These are the HCs I was talking ab. Hope you like it. ^^

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #millionaire detective balance: unlimited #fkbu #millionaire detective #hoshino ryo #hoshino ryo x reader

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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is it hot in here, or is it just me?

pairing: daisuke kambe x reader

playlist: dirty dirty - charlotte cardin, so hot you're hurting my feelings - caroline polachek*, i touch myself - borns ( cover )

warnings: mentions of sex and dirty thoughts, fighting/violence, mentions of murder, the word slut ( towards reader ), daisuke being hot af ig

summary: while on an undercover mission you reunite with an old partner before things get 'frisky' and not in a good way.

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first full length balance unlimited fic! im actually quite proud of it even if the anime is postponed. I will continue to write for them 😌

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

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The bar is more like a club, except for the fact there's no one so extremely intoxicated that they're acting a fool. No, it's actually quite prestigious for being underground. White and gold outline outline the area and it smells like expensive cigars and leather. Live jazz music plays in the background, setting the mood for the couples huddled together in love booths. It's nice, beyond nice— whose daddy paid for this?

In a red dress, you stir your gibson cocktail, awaiting the signal from your boss over the earpiece. It's already been an hour and there's been no sign of the suspect. Maybe you've been played. As time passes that seems more and more likely. At this point you were ready to turn in and call it a night. Places like this were no fun unless you had someone with you. And honestly, being alone in a place like this wasn't the most comfortable. There were eyes looking your way from singles and couples a like. Who knew there would be so many swingers.

There's a patterned knock at the door that makes you perk up and glance through your peripheral. The body guard looks through the slit in the door, moving to mention something about the password. The club was always tight on security, afterall. To get in you needed to prove you were coming with a member or waiting for someone who was one. The whole process is quite time consuming when you're faking your identity.

Finally, the door opens and you can see a tall man in a dark grey suit walk in. Curiously you turn your face to place your chin in the palm of your hand. Eyes travel up the figure before finally reaching the face of the mystery man. Not the suspect, but he's even better. A fond smile comes to your face at the realization of Daisuke Kambe. The name has a familiar taste on your tongue and it's honestly quite uplifting seeing such a 'friendly' face. He looks the same after three years and you wonder briefly if he's undercover too or if he has paid his way in. Daisuke was never frugal when it came to getting what he wants. Where he was lacking in words, he made up for it with expensive charm.

Oh how you had missed him.

Meeting his eyes, you raise both brows in question before turning away to down your drink. You push the glass to the bartender, holding a finger up before glancing over at daisuke, who sits in one of the booths across the room. He narrows his eyes at you in question, jutting his chin over to the bar before nodding to the door.

So he's on a mission afterall.

Your eyes shift to the door as well with a nod. He seems to understand well, but it's not a surprise after the time you worked together. It was a brief two years, but during it you learned to communicate in silence. His eyes told you much more than his mouth ever could. Now thinking of it, all the Kambes were better with actions than words.

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A few conversations have picked up after twenty more minutes of waiting. Perhaps if there wasn't another man in the area, the other's advances would have moved you. You weren't picky with your men, but you weren't one to settle for second place when first is still an option. Still, it kept you distracted for the time being. Besides, Daisuke looked was busy with a man himself.

You lean in, placing a hand on the chest of some patron with a giggle before the door opens once again. This time you're quick to look, seeing another man trail in. The static in your earpiece comes alive, the voice on the other side stating that it is in fact your target. The patron you were with turns his head as well and smiles before pardoning himself to shake the hand of the man. You briefly recall the suspects name: Vince Aiko.

Now the party was getting started. You wave them over, batting your eyes with a small smile. You don't miss the woman that walks in behind them, but she doesnt stop at the bar anyway. Instead, she heads over to the raven haired across the way. You resist the urge to follow her figure, instead keeping eyes on the two men and starting conversation.

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The goal was simple. Get the target alone and eliminate him. Usually you weren't one for death, but the police weren't helping in this case. The company you worked for took it into their own hands, given the okay. Even if it wasn't your task to kill him, someone else would. No jail time would follow as apart of the deal, so there were no repercussions against you for killing the scum. It's a win win.

The other man had gone to the restroom by now, leaving you alone with Vince. He smells lavish as well. It was clear he belonged here by the way his hair was combed back and how whitened his teeth were. He has money and it's not ruining out anytime soon.

It took you until he ordered a drink and didn't have to pay to realize he was the owner. The assumption that it was daddy's money grew stronger. He was outwardly trying to flex wealth he didn't even own. He wasn't trying to be subtle when he asked for the most expensive bottle or paid the band to play his favorite song. It was entertaining, yet disappointing. At least Daisuke spent the money without mentioning anything about it. At this point you just kinda wished the guy would shut up.

Placing a lingering touch on his shoulder, you lean in again. He smells like a new car. He places a hand on your upper thigh, quickly catching on to your advances.

"Why dont we go to the back."

It's not a question, it's a demand and it's exactly what you wanted. Right in the palm of your hands. With a giggle, you take his hand and stand while plucking the toothpick out of your glass and pulling the olive between your teeth smoothly. Walking past Daisuke and the woman at his booth, you wink.

The backroom looks like how it sounds. Behind another door and a pink curtains, you enter a red room. It has a single loveseat in the shape of a heart and there's champagne and wine on a side table. There's a dark blue light overhead that contrasts the rest of the room like a spotlight. There's no music except for the quiet hum behind the doors, but the further you go away from them the quieter they get. He takes your hand and pulls you to the loveseat.

"I'm can't say I'm surprised. My friend out there thought you were in to him, yet here we are... Is it the money that gets you going?"

His eyes trail over your figure and you understand what this room is for exclusively. You resist the urge to roll your eyes or push him off as his fingertips skim your arms and you play along.

"What can I say? Rich men are the sexiest."

You play with the collar of his suit, looking up at him through your lashes and parting your red lips. He stands up taller to glance down at you, trying to assert his dominance. It's sad knowing that's how he got off. He wants control and he wants you on your knees, the only other thing he could ask for at that point is for you to lick his dress shoes. It makes you sick.

His fingers stop at the thin strap on your dress, fiddling with it before starting to slide it down. You push him away and into the seat behind him. Taking a hold of his tie, you lean down to his ear to kiss underneath it.

"Why rush when I can give you a show."

He chuckles when you turn around and you roll your eyes. What an idiot. I almost want to laugh. You move your arms up, brushing your hair off your shoulders before reaching for the top of the zipper. Glancing at him with a smirk, you shake a finger and turn to face him. His fingers rake up his thighs, reaching out to touch you but you smack his hand away with a tsk.

"Lookie, no touchy."

You start to make a round behind the chair, fingers grazing his shoulders and pulling at the fabric. Once behind him and forcing his head forward you take out the earpiece and reach for your thigh. There's a gun there in the holster and a knife beside it, hidden by the red drapes. Thank god the for the slit. When rounding his other side you pull the firearm out and aim it at his temple, stabbing the knife into his thigh before he can jump up.

"Sit down, sicko. Don't try anything or I'll put a bullet through your skull."

You stick the earpiece into his ear, waiting for the receiving in to chime in.

"Who let you think a soundproof room was smart? It's like one of those double sided mirrors in here. Honestly, you're such an easy target."

His eyes glower at you like his expression alone will make you back down.

"You slut! I'm gonna kill yo-" He's cut off by the earpiece. They ask for information, stating that if he complys his life will be spared.

"I'm not stupid-"

"Beg to differ."

"-I know you'll just kill me anyway. I'm not telling you shit!"

The earpiece goes back off and you take it from his ear to listen to the other side. Two words is all you need to finish the assignment. Kill him.

"This could've been so much easier for you if you just listened. " You feign a pout, clicking the safety off. He struggles against the metal, rambling on about killing you and the company, finding you and blah blah blah. Having enough of his whines, you silence him with a quick pull of the trigger. You look down at the body on the floor and then at yourself, cleaning up quickly before leaving the room, making sure to step on his back in the process.

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There was maybe ten minutes before his bodyguards would notice he hasn't left the room. You go to make your leave, but not before stopping by Daisuke's booth. You stand a bit aways, watching him try to get information out of the girl before his eyes glance over to meet yours. A one-sided smirk creeps onto your face. He was never very shameless when it came to things he did and the way his eyes did a slow once over of your body was deliberate.

How you missed that look. It's the same bedroom eyes from the nights you spent together in the sheets. You start to wonder if the body under his shit looks the same and if his fingers still produced magic without even trying. Were his lips still as soft?

Now isn't the time for that. You narrows your eyes and go to slide into the booth beside the girl after you notice the disgusted look she gave you. Shame is her freshly manicured nails were to get messed up in a fight. Not that she was trying to pick one, but-

"Long time no see, Kambe."

Daisuke quirks a brow and gives you a warning look when the girl glances at him. You shrug, placing your head in your hand.

"You know her?"

"Of course he does! I miss the sex we shared every night."

He chokes on his drink, shaking his head. What has gotten into you? You're lucky he had finally gotten the break they needed in the case before you came over. Still, you were way out of line with that one.

"Y/N, this is Lily. Y/N was just kidding, we used to work together. "

When he scowls at you, it actually scares you because he means it. He could take you down with him if need be. He adjusts his suit jacket and clears his throat before continuing, "Thank you for your time, but I suppose i should get go-"

"Aiko's dead! Code red!"

Daisuke looks over with his tongue to his cheek as if to say you fucked up and you're not ever hearing the end of this if we get out alive. Honestly, he might just leave you behind if in sacrifice fkr the case. You shrug in innocence, already calling in help for an escape. Until then you'd have to fight them off. Apparently these dummies were smart enough to notice who Vince went in with and they are quick to lock eyes with you. And so did the rest of the club goers.

You make a move to get up, sliding out of the leather seat with hands in the air in surrender.

"Would you believe me if I said he did that himself?"

It starts with someone attempting to grab you before people go ducking under tables. All those grueling hours of training for really coming in handy now. You just barely miss the grabbing hands, taking the bottle of wine on the table and breaking it. Lily gasps at the shards, going to hide under the table as well and tugging on Daisuke to follow. You gesture the broken bottle about, thrusting it forward.

The men simply laugh and go for the kill. The bottle doesn't last long and you move away from the table for the fight.

Hell is broken loose and it isn't long before Daisuke resorts to joining the fight. It shouldn't surprise you, but it does. He punches one of the guys with a right hook, grabbing the collad of his shirt and throwinf him into another. For someone so weak looking, he sure was strong. It makws you swoon.

"I really do miss us, Daisuke. Just like old times."

He scoffs, continuing to fight beside you. He hates fighting and always has. He finds it undignified and perfers to just dodge and have them attack each other if he can't pay it off. But right now there was no room for negotiations.

"Now isn't the time to relive the past, y/n."

It stings, but you know it's true. Daisuke was the kind to get straight to the point. It's part of the reason he was so easy to work with. Suddenly, it makes you upset to realize that this was in the past.

You hear a car screech outside, trying to land one more punch on some bald guy before looking at the door. You tug at Daisuke's suit, practically dragging him towards the door before pulling out your gun and pointing it at the rest of the men standing. The hesitate. As much as they want to go after you, none of them want to die for it.

You push him to there door and nudge him to open it. There's a revved engine outside waiting for you, and apparently now another guest. He takes the hint, pushing the door open and taking the gun from your hands as you flee. There's one shot fired, but you know the victim won't die. He may seem heartless, but he wouldn't kill someone unlwss he had to. He knows when someone will save someone else and he knows what's in people's conscious. He had always been good at reading people when he cared enough to.

The night has turned from blue to black and you aren't sure when. It's suddenly too cold to wear the dress and it's starting to rain. This has really been one hellish night. The passenger waves you over from down the block in a hurry. There are sirens in the distance—they must've called the police to arrest everyone else involved. That's always how it went. They gave the company the ok to take the case and then come in to finish the job and take the credit because of the unsavory ways you deal with the suspects. If you weren't always in such a hurry and you didn't want to be arrested, you'd be pissed. With a huff you kick off your heels and run down the pavement with Daisuke hot on your trail. He didn't usually flee scenes like this, not anymore at least. He'd be lying if he didn't miss the rush of it. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the past life he lived.

When you get to the care, it starts to pour and Daisuke puts his suit jacket over your head and shoulders before pushing you into the backseat. Caring, yet impatient. His attitude makes you roll your eyes and shove him when he gets in.

The car pulls away just before the police arrive and it's quiet except for the low hum of some tape playing. The radio didn't work and the volume knob was stuck, so you'd have to strain your ears to actually listen. But it seems no one minds.

You take off the jacket, handing it back of to him and he puts a hand up to say you can keep it. He says something along the lines of, "It'll still be raining when you get out. Give it back later." Is he insinuating you'll meet again?

"Or I can give it back tomorrow morning, if you feel like staying over. "

The sudden bravery shocks you and apparently it takes him aback as well by the look on his face. His face drops back to deadpan almost as fast as it lifted and he scoffs, looking away and out the window.

"I really do miss you, Daisuke. In more ways than one," you say quietly, looking down at the jacket and running the fabric between your thumb and forefinger. He glances back over at you before dropping his gaze to your hand and with a sigh he places his over your own and squeezes. It's a conformation, a returned feeling, but of what exactly —you aren't sure.

It'd be enough for tonight.

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flightfoot · 4 years

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So any reason why Ken is your favorite? I don't hate I'm just curious (and I can't pick favorites in general).

Oooh. Ken was actually the very FIRST character I was ever a major fan of. And it wasn’t until his turn towards good (or perhaps I should say, turn BACK to good, especially if you’re familiar with Tag Tamers.) He was actually a character I really loved to hate back when I was first watching it and was still on the Emperor arc. Like, I really wanted him to be turned into a Digimon or something and understand the hell he’d put Wormmon through, and for Wormmon to get away from him.

Then that arc ended and he turned out to be pretty much a completely different person than he was as the Digimon Emperor, with that being a sort of twisted version of himself, stemming from his desire to escape his guilt over wanting his brother gone and then his brother dying right in front of him from a car accident and feeling responsible for it, and basically being told that he should make himself into a copy of Sam in order to make his parents happy, because they were so grief-stricken they just... couldn’t function. Like, he tried to remind them that he was still here, that he still needed them, but... they’d just lost their older son. They hadn’t really been paying him much attention even before this, heaping most of their attention and praise on his genius older brother (and somewhat inadvertently putting Sam under a lot of pressure to perform). They enjoyed being praised as the parents of a genius.

So with Ken having a Dark Spore stuck in his neck from an earlier world-saving adventure, when he “took the bullet” for Ryo, so to speak, preying on his negative emotions to use him as a pawn to execute the Spore’s programming (I think at least. Not everything is completely clear) and incentivize him to build Dark Towers and rings to control digimon, suppress digivolution, and (unbeknownst to him) weaken the barriers between worlds. He wouldn’t have a clue how to do this stuff normally, and once he breaks free from the Dark Spore’s grip, he doesn’t know how he built those things - his memories are fuzzy.

And it’s just... this poor kid was used for like, two years nearly, form the ages of 9 to 11, twisted into something and someone he wasn’t in order to escape his own reality and pressures and made himself into something different in order to try to bring his parents back from utter despair over the death of their first son, and woke up in a nightmare where he’d been abusing his best friend, his partner, for over a year and been a genocidal tyrant pitting LIVING BEINGS against each other for fun and just... doing things he’d NEVER do normally, and he doesn’t quite understand how he fell that far or why there are still people who care about him, even after doing such horrible things, but still having people believe in him who know of what he’s done, like Daisuke and Wormmon, who can see that that wasn’t really HIM and he’s a different person now and that was NEVER really him and insisting on being friends with him anyway and him trying to make up for what he’s done as best he can and gradually showing everyone the REAL him even as he’s still discovering who that really is and trying to help other kids in similar circumstances to the best of his abilities because he’s BEEN there and he doesn’t want that to happen to them and...

Ok I’m rambling. I really, REALLY love Ken and the whole arc centered around him.

(Also side note for my fellow ML fans who aren’t familiar with Digimon; yeah Ken was basically akumatized for about two years and no one knew it).

#digimon #ken ichijouji #ask

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jokessho · 7 years

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Hi! Do you take anon prompts? I don't have a Tumblr account, so I can't sign in.... Can you write a Taiyama for #14? Thanks!

Of course I take anonprompts/asks! Prompt 14: “We have to stop running into each other like this.” This one turned out quite long for a drabble.

@taiyamalover Yourprompt is next in line :)

Taichi, 24-year-old officeworker, nodded his thanks to the barista as he received his coffee. He turned,making his way to the automatic doors of the coffee shop—only to almost runinto a blond entering said coffee shop.

“Sorry!” The blondsaid, hands wrapped around the coffee in Taichi’s hands. “You didn’t get any onyour suit, did you? Shall I buy you another one?”

Taichi blinked rapidlyin succession. “Uh…”

Blue eyes widened atTaichi’s silence. “Did you burn yourself?”

“Ah, no, I didn’t.”Taichi hastily answered, bewildered by the other man. “It’s totally fine, itdidn’t spill at all.”

The blond seemed tofall back into a more relaxed pose. “Oh. That’s good. Sorry about that anyway.”

“Nah,” Taichi wavedthe apology off. “I’m sorry, too.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Ah, Ineed to get to work. Have a good day!”

The blond moved to theside, allowing Taichi to rush past. “Thanks, you too.”

With a wave, thebrunet was gone.

-o-o-o-

Yamato sighed as hefinished his shift in the kitchen, walking into the changing rooms at the veryback of the restaurant. Thoughts of a quick shower flashed through his mind,but he was in the mood of a longer one. He would just have a long, relaxingbath when he got home. With these thoughts, he quickly exchanged his chefuniform for his casual clothes.

The restaurant heworked at was jammed between a post office and small sporting goods store. Theonly exit was at the front of the building, where the customers also came infrom.

Yamato left thechanging rooms, making his way through the dining area. His eyes flitted fromone familiar face to another, gauging their opinions of the food. It was ahabit he had developed during his three years of working there. He felt a smiletug at his lips as he saw the appreciation in the eyes of the customers. Hetook great pride in his cooking, both in professional and everyday life.

With a final nod tothe host at the front, Yamato stepped out onto the busy street—only to havesomeone bump lightly into his shoulder.

“Oh, sorry!” Thestranger said.

Yamato turned his head,looking at a semi-familiar brunet. He blinked in confusion for a while, brainworking though all the brunets he knew, trying to place a name to this face.

The brunet gave a barkof laughter, clearly knowing Yamato. “Glad there’s nothing to spill this time.”

Then it clicked inYamato’s brain; this was the brunet he had almost run into a few days ago atthe coffee shop.

Recognition lit the blueeyes and the brunet gave another laugh.

“At this rate, I’llprobably see you again!”

With that, the brunetdashed into the sports store. Yamato stared blankly after the brunet for a fewseconds before shrugging and heading for that bath he wanted.

-o-o-o-

Taichi let out acontent sigh as he bounced a soccer ball around. It had been such a long timesince he had last had a chance to relax in the company of his favourite sport.

He had just finished agame with a few of his old soccer friends and they were all ready to head homeagain.

“Bye, Taichi!”

Taichi looked up atthe bronze-haired male who was waving enthusiastically.

“Bye, Daisuke! Tillnext time!”

Daisuke gave an eagerthumbs-up and ran off.

Shaking his head, Taichimade his way to the shed-like building on the edge of the grass field. He hadleft all his stuff there for the duration of the game.

Taichi put the black-and-whiteball into his new duffle bag, slinging it over a shoulder. He smiled at thebag, recalling the day he had bought it. It had been the second time he had runinto that blond. He chuckled at the memory, turning the corner of the shed—onlyto slam into another body.

Both stumbled. Both grabbedonto each other’s forearms for stability. Both apologised and looked up insynchrony. Both chuckled.

“How did I know?”Taichi asked, shaking his head in amusement.

“You must be psychic.”The blond agreed. Then his face fell a bit. “But this time I need to dash off;I’m running late as it is, which is why I took this shortcut through the field.See you, maybe?” He looked a bit uncertain, but also quite hopeful.

Taichi grinned. “Yeah,see you.”

-o-o-o-

It had been weeks.Three and a half weeks, to be exact, since Yamato had last seen the brunet.

Yamato sighed into hiscoffee-shop coffee. He had even started going to the coffee shop he’d met thebrunet in the first time, but to no avail. Maybe he, too, had gone as a one-offthing.

Sighing again, Yamatoleft the coffee shop. He didn’t run into anyone, nor did anyone run into him.

Damn. He cursed himself. Why hadn’t he even asked the brunet for his name?That would have at least given him something to look up in a phonebook. Or in somethingmore up-to-date.

Yamato continuedwalking to his workplace, staring into his coffee. He hadn’t even managed todrink half of it and he had already reached the post office.

A man across thestreet yelled out a ‘hey,’ which caused Yamato to look over—only to crash intosomeone in front of him. The force of the collision knocked him over backwards,coffee spilling all over his clothes.

“Ah, shit.” He heard from above himself and looked up; into familiarbrown eyes. Amusement and worry were warring within the brown depths.

“We have to stop running into each other like this.”

Yamato grinned inresponse.

The brunet was stillstanding from the collision, offering a hand to Yamato.

Snapping out of hisstunned state, Yamato took the offered hand gratefully. He was pulled up.

“Geez, I really managedto ruin your clothes, didn’t I?”

“Ah,” Yamato started,looking down at his now-dark grey shirt. “Don’t worry about it. I’m heading towork, and I’ll be in uniform, so it’s fine.”

A hint of sadnessflashed across a tanned face. “Is that so? Well, at the very least, let me buyyou a new coffee. Say tomorrow? You know, since you’re obviously busy now.”

Yamato swore his heartskipped a beat at that. Was the brunet actually asking him out? If he is, Yamato thought, don’t be an idiot; give him an answer!

“Uh, yeah, sure!” Hesaid, sounding a bit too enthusiasticto his own ears. He cringed, but the brunet only grinned. “I mean, I’m freetomorrow.”

“Great! I’m Taichi, bythe way. Taichi Yagami.”

“Yamato Ishida.”

“Yamato? That’s a nicename.”

“Thanks.” Yamatoblushed lightly, eyes flitting to the restaurant. “Listen, I’d love to chat abit, but—”

“Right, right.” Taichicut him off. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone. “Can I just getyour number?”

Yamato ratted off hisnumber and Taichi left Yamato his number as a missed call.

“Great!” Taichi said. “SoI guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s a date.” Yamatogrinned.

Taichi’s expressionmatched his, and he started to move off. “Have a good day at work!”

“Thanks, I’ll see youtomorrow!”

#taiyama #drabble #fic #taito #ask prompt

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dnangelic · 5 months

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Sorry I'll ask a more serious one. Are there any hopes that dark and daisuke have for each other? or develop for each other?

this has the potential to turn into an entire convoluted essay so i'll just try to keep things short to start off with. tldr they do absolutely have hopes for each other that they canonically develop, though i usually write them as having reached both of their end development points more or less already. it's about them becoming each other; daisuke more confident and mature, dark loving and tender; fulfilled and human.

dark: dark seeking coexistence has been a thing even before daisuke was his host, so there's that. when it came to his other hosts (daisuke is specifically niwa-host number 19, actually,) what dark mostly wanted out of them was his own body. he's veered into dangerous, creepy-manipulative territories with the whole 'hey hey merge with me, stay as me forever!' bit but it isn't long before he drops that with daisuke. this drama CD track that he narrates basically says it all. there's a part of him that legitimately wants to support and protect daisuke, even if it's usually in a mean, prideful, tough-love, backhanded tsundere way. there's a lot of implication that daisuke ever failing to believe in himself is also something that collaterally wounds dark. quickest and most blatant example i can think of is this:

vol 1 vs vol 4. for context, that's still daisuke (just in dark's form) speaking in the v first panel, and in the rest, daisuke's transported into dark's (but really his own) dream where he and dark's roles are essentially reversed. dark exists as "daisuke" while daisuke's the "one who doesn't exist anymore" in the world, and every single one of daisuke's thoughts and dialogue lines ends up practically a complete parallel to what would normally be dark's thoughts, one after another. i can't publish a whole manga arc in an ask, but the gist is that what dark wants out of daisuke is pretty simple, actually. beneath even the destiny of phantom thievery dark's existence pretty much forces upon the niwa, beneath the imbalance of dark's arrogant pride and daisuke's insecurities is the fact that no matter what, even if he never gets to 'live' with his own life or his own body, dark, as just dark, still wants to be accepted and remembered.

it hurts him to be rejected, even if it's something like daisuke's own lack of self confidence unintentionally rejecting him. 'i'm not, i can't be dark/i am you + you ARE me.' it hurts dark to be abandoned and separated from, ("that is... even if you say it like that, i'm already used to it. sorrow is just the one thing i can't get used to.") it hurts dark to be a half-existent "curse" imbued into a bloodline that his hosts only ever want to cut off and avoid without any sympathy so they can get back to their own lives, a life dark constantly longs for but can never obtain. it's bittersweet to be the one always left behind, over and over, to have been born of the niwa's love, thereby knowing and desiring love, yet being forever doomed to exist (also seemingly forever!) without it. dark even specifically mentions the 'pain of separation' that he feels, knowing he's the one who's always destined to disappear, be forgotten, then reappear in the end. that's also why he can ultimately settle for someone to be able to say with absolute confidence that he existed as his own individual just as much as he was a part of his host(s). in the very end, he can only rely on daisuke anymore for that, which is simultaneously what also makes dai the christine to his erik.

'i've always been inside you. don't you know that? if not for you, i wouldn't be here either. that's what i am.'

'because you're here, i'm able to live.'

when they're in a healthy unison, it doesn't matter whether dark is his own 'live' entity or just a persona for daisuke to wear and act out on his own. dark's 'eternity' is believed in; he and his memory is preserved as more than just a miserable, pathetic haunt and forced destiny. his empty, vacant, hollow and immortal existence is given human meaning; daisuke's love and acceptance fulfills him. if i shall be saved, it will be because your love redeems me! (also this post.)...and this is really all the hope dark could ever have, not just for himself, but for daisuke as well. to meet his faith and belief that daisuke can not just match but make his steps, and accept 'him', the one and only 'great phantom thief dark,' as himself.

daisuke: setting aside the things i've said for dark's portion already, daisuke's always personally wanted to change. sugisaki's even said that change was what the series about! it kicks off with daisuke trying to make the first attempt at it: giving his initial crush his love letter and getting rejected, then transforming into dark for the first time. daisuke doesn't want to be a loser. he hates himself for being 'incapable' and 'clumsy' and 'useless,' and if he has any hopes, then it's for that to change through dark- through being, becoming dark. that being said, daisuke did also absolutely only want to get rid of dark at first, but there are implications that he had also been lying to himself here and there. when it comes to phantom thievery, daisuke has grow into it. he has to realize that it's not solely theft and criminal behavior for the sake of it, (it's very important that while he's absolutely committing 'human' crimes, his thefts are simultaneously a form of protection for the arts themselves,) and that even as a phantom thief, he can still create wonder and awe and inspire dreams, and the same mercy applies to learning about dark.

it takes daisuke around 20 volumes to get to a place where he can essentially, confidently say that he and dark are on equal footings, but just a little before that, is the way daisuke goes from someone who would have done anything to get rid of dark to becoming someone who felt he could only do things BECAUSE dark was there. daisuke is always the one far more openly admiring and looking up to dark, the nervous one blatantly relying on dark's encouragement and presence to keep him from curling up into his knees and staying that way forever. to that extent, dai's now at the point where he doesn't want to let dark go. in canon he essentially has no choice. cue the loop back to 'because you're here, i'm able to live' and everything after it, but within rp, if he isn't set back at square one (a la 'i'm just here because i want to get rid of dark!!!) then the sorts of hopes he has are to simply continue improving and changing himself to be a good fit for the title of a legendary phantom thief. dai is, ultimately, the protagonist, so between him and dark, he controls the entirety of the outcome of the narrative between them. dark's hopes are entirely reliant on his, so it's good that dai's entire chara basis is compassion and attempting to meet, fulfill, and accomplish the hopes and happiness of others through his own.

between him and dark, their hopes really ultimately end up the same: they want to be with each other! they want to be each other! do not separate them or else they'll Both freak out.

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#this is probably sooooo messy n goes all over the place/says shit ive been saying 28483958 times already #BUT.#its rlly what it is. JFDKGKJGJK #THANK U LITAAAA my friend....

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"This is a very serious question, so I need you to think about it carefully, alright? And just so you know, there is no wrong answer, so I won't be mad no matter what." She's staring straight into his eyes while leaning in, her eyebrows raised and lips set into a firm line. Who knows what stakes might be met with this? She allows a few seconds to pass before clearing her throat. "Hm-hm. White chocolate, milk chocolate, or dark chocolate?"

@deiscension

uh , wasn't that sort of a contradiction ? as in , it's a seriously serious question , but the result didn't really seem to matter ? the furrow in daisuke's brow eases only to twist a little into confusion . admittedly , his heart had jumped into his throat at first sound of interrogation ... but shi qingxuan's reassurance relieves him enough to only stand puzzled and somewhat terrified , red-flushed , stiff-shouldered , and tight-lipped , until the query's finally fired , point blank at him .

--- thank goodness it ends up being nothing that he was afraid of .

' c ... chocolate ? ' right , valentines was practically already here , wasn't it ? it was hard not to get a little excited ; to feel the love in the air and indulge a little in the season as a hopeless romantic . between love-letters and roses , chocolates and endless swathes of pink and red , he's been lost behind his own dreamy-minded , rosy tints . enough so that dark himself had been perpetually teasing him over his flustered feelings ; things like his childish but innocent hopes and his empty-handed expectations .

it was only a little depressing . pulling the school fire alarm and wrapping up then stealing away the entirety of azumano's sacrificial mound of chocolates to the great phantom thief dark had felt both dramatic and fulfilling ( and , if anything , disruptive and intrusive ) enough . without any suspicion or upheld hopes , he can only wonder just what sort of influence his meager opinions might have had on shi qingxuan's decisions , and what exactly the sudden wonder over the various states of chocolate might have been for .

' i mean , uh ... i --- don't really have an opinion ... ' but that's not very helpful at all , is it ? ' it's hard to choose . white chocolate goes great with things like strawberries or cookie bits , but milk chocolate is the easiest to find , and it probably has the best sweetness . dark chocolate is bitter , but because it's stronger , it goes well after having milk or white ... ' wha , crap , was this sounding too much like 'all or nothing ?!'

there had been a reason why he had stolen the entire mound of valentines meant for dark , after all !

' b-but , um ... ! what i think really matters is who you're giving it to ! or how it's made , or delivered ... the feelings behind it ! something like that --- ! because even if it's the type that someone doesn't like , as long as it's from a friend or someone important to them , they'll still accept it , i think . a chocolate doesn't have to be any best flavor to make someone happy . or , sometimes it's the reverse , and the best chocolate in someone's mind , their favorite flavor , ends up being born thanks to the consideration of someone else . '

happy memories . comforting memories . nostalgic , pure , sugary , and sometimes bitter-sweet memories . always , from the bottom of his heart --- ' it ... might not be the same for everyone , but for some people , i think ... more than anything , it's the thought that counts . ' he flushes ; stands steady in place . he can't help but wonder if she might burst into laughter and say that he was taking such a simple question so seriously , and yet , ' i ... um , hope that helps --- ? '

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#deiscension #GHAHBAKJLAJDASJKLJKLJKGK #THIS ASK IS SO SWEET BUT #GRHFJGJFJG #(DAI WHO JUST STOLE A WHOLE MOUNT FUJI OF CHOCOLATES)(INSTINCTIVELY) ALL OR NOTHING. ALL OR NOTHING!!!#ALL THEM AT ONCE ALL THE TIME FOREVER #well he whacked that thought away pretty quickly. anyways #dai vc god i just gave an entire protag speech didn't i. i'm sorry. it probably isn't as serious as you seriously but aren't seriously #asking me #😰

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@longerhuman asked: ❝ i called you here for an intervention , niwa - san . ❞ the mafioso says solemnly , looking down . ❝ your theft has gotten out of control . taking what doesn’t belong to you is against the law - it’s wrong ! evil , i say , downright cruel . ❞ a hand lifts to wipe at invisible , non existent tears . ❝ will you quit this nasty habit of yours , niwa - san ? for me ? ❞ dazai reaches to clasp daisuke’s hand within both of his own , forcing himself to sniffle pathetically all the while to really sell his act as a normal law - abiding citizen who would be very distraught at the concept of a mere teenager being a thief . / LMFAOBSHSBSKSBNS

and he's glad , more than ever , that dazai's frigid touch somehow robbed his blood of its magic . at first he can't help his wildfire flush ; the heat of his body burns and stings even colder in dazai's grip , the niwa wide-eyed and at every attention until the other's purpose is plainly let known . an intervention ? ( ask him off the hip , and he might have even been inclined to agree --- plenty happened in his life that felt like it could have truly , desperately used an intervention . )

but over his thefts ? calling it a nasty habit ?! clinging to his hands and shedding crocodile tears even while insulting and disgracing them ?!

' dazai , you ... '

--- sheesh .

' you can't be serious , right ? ' the irritation is plain in the boy's voice . it's like he was dealing with takeshi all over again , daisuke surrounded by so many dramatic characters who loved to make fun of him in one way another . how did dazai manage to make him feel like a loser even as a phantom thief ? ' come on --- get real . ' all this , coming from the sort of person who waved around a gun like it was a toy , who broke into his ( his ! ) family's infamously impenetrable house and painstakingly put together all sorts of equally absurd , ridiculous gauntlets for him to endure and somehow survive on a regular basis ?

he's pretty sure that if he ever did resolutely tell the other that he had decided to quit stealing , dazai's tears would turn to hysterical laughter .

it's tempting to try to say something even more sarcastic and smart --- to plant his palm into the other's face and push them backwards a little , or maybe snatch dazai's hands right back and beg or bargain that he'd stop whenever they stopped , ( and then the world would have known true peace and harmony , and they could have run off to azumano's sparkling , artificial beaches together , radiating hearts and sparkling like best friends forever , ) but for thieves and mafia members alike , their criminal ways always dug deep talons into them and did not so easily let go .

dark , too --- would never have given up the business . not when , for something like him , stealing was the only thing that truly let him feel alive .

' anyways , if that's all , i'm gonna leave now . ' come to think of it , did dazai even ever watch any of dark's heists ? between the phantom thief's public extravagance , and dazai's own apparent omniscience ... there's no way he wasn't actually looking forward to witnessing the niwa's own crimes , right ? anyone could have used them as blackmail , yet instead , here his questionable companion was , teasing and begging him like a character out of a sappy soap opera . ' it's kind of scary how good of an actor you are ... but what you're asking is just so crazy , there's no way i could ever be convinced . ' maybe not anybody else , either . someone like dazai would have much more readily have his way making cold-blooded threats than tearful pleads .

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#longerhuman #NINE WHO GIVES ME ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING #I WOULD DIE FOR U AND UR DAZAI. I WOULD STOP STEALING FOR U AND UR DAZAI. JUST FOR THIS #IJWOBBAWBALKKJGKGJFKGKJ #HELP MEEE #DAI VC YOU'RE MAKING FUN OF ME AREN'T YOU!!!!! YOU ARE!!!#CAN'T BE COOL AT SCHOOL CAN'T BE COOL AROUND HIS OTHER INSANE CRIMINAL FRIENDS #NIWA DAISUKE NEVER WINNING!!!!!!!!!!!!#dai vc i'm so mildly annoyed with u im dropping the kun #just for this moment.#but also #they rlly r my fav insane criminal friends #OHALEKJLKJGKLJG

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@trattcria asked: her cheeks were ablazed with deep blush as riku approached daisuke with a carefully wrapped package containing premium art supplies she had been saving up for with her own allowance. as she handed the gift to him, the young stole a glance, hoping the other would appreciate the surprise awaiting for him. daisuke was special to her & so were all the artwork he had painted. it made her happy to see the joy his creations gives to others. she wanted him to continue paintings for years to come. "niwa-kun, happy birthday! i, uh, got you something. i think your art is really pretty, & i thought these could help you create even more beautiful things."

it was happening --- it was happening !

heaven and hell , a nightmare and the sweetest daydream ; he's been trying to steel and ready himself the entire day for something like this , both dreading and quietly hoping that riku herself would remember his birthday . in the morning and in his room alone , he had practically been transforming non-stop !

( trying to get it out of your system ? good luck with that . )

dark could only laugh at the symptoms , already agreed to a promise of leaving the tamer's body alone --- if only as much as a loitering curse could . taking to sleep or the occasional easygoing observation , even the great phantom thief seemed to understand that if anyone was going to accept presents solely meant for daisuke , then it should have remained daisuke who solely accepted them .

still , it couldn't save the niwa himself from the endless overflow of emotion . somehow , just somehow --- he had to keep himself under control ! at least enough to lay eyes on her and to accept any presents , resisting the urge to snatch everything and run away home with the flimsy excuse that he was just feeling under the weather , and didn't want her to catch sick either .

the mere sight of riku alone feels like his first warning ; the dangerous , unbalanced ba-dump of a rocked boat . the blush on her face was ... so cute , too ! it had always felt impossible for him to describe just how happy her being there always made him feel . if it was riku-san , then the sight of her alone was always one of the best gifts to him . if only he could have said such a thing with a little more courage , if not the terror of transforming looming over him .

still , he's somehow been able to make it this far . all that was left was just a little bit more ... ' r-riku-san ! ' what did anyone say in situations like these again ? he's suddenly forgotten , his body stiff and tense . his cheeks were already ablaze , and the world was practically spinning as he clenched his fists in front of her , before seeming to realize that in order to accept her gifts , they actually had to be brought into his own hands . ' uh ... thanks ! thank you ! thank you so much ! you've --- always been really pretty too , you know , ' ( ohh ? nice one ! ) ' and --- um ! '

he can't bring himself to ask her . someday , could i paint a portrait of you , too ? it's too embarrassing --- it's just too much ! just like saying the words ... ' riku , um , i ... r-really , really , l ... l --- i'm really happy that you brought something for me today ! thank you again ! i love it ! '

time to go ... ! with a rushed bow , riku's gift to him accepted and clutched tightly in his arms , daisuke sprints off towards the direction of his home . despite the biggest secret between them , she really knew him well , didn't she ? that the gift of something , anything related to art would make him so happy ... and the fact that she wanted to see him make even more things ?

just maybe ... he had the best girlfriend on the entire planet .

( i should call her later ... )

' yup . you should . in the meantime , why don't we open this present up , daisuke ? '

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#trattcria #someday he'll actually get that forbidden i l*ve you out #not today however

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i dont have anybody to talk to about the way that the volume 3/white day drama cd portions are great additions to the manga in their own way so i just have to start yelling and throwing clips around. the dialogue gets extended and onosaka does so good, since the overall premise is that dark essentially took control of daisuke's form+body and started doing whatever he wanted (which was mostly flirting around with every girl in sight) while daisuke was going through an internalized crisis and running away from facing a number of his actual feelings. this was really early volume so dark and daisuke's relationship wasn't as synced up as it gets later on (baku arc, also the thematic of being able to hear and transmit one's feelings + voice/'sound,') and dark and daisuke argue a little with dark trying to get daisuke to face and accept his feelings of shifting love as he simultaneously ignores/'rejects' daisuke to do as he likes, until daisuke flat out falls into a complete 'who am i?' identity crisis and retreats so deeply into himself that he practically disappears.

the extended dialogue in the drama cd has dark standing around in the aftermath of everything practically going thru all 7 stages of grief trying to get daisuke to talk to him after daisuke retreats. onosaka's delivery makes dark sound deeply anxious and scared, if not increasingly sad.

there's nothing but the sound of the outside wind around him. he doesn't stop calling daisuke's name with increasing concern. he tries to joke and tease a reaction out of daisuke and gets nothing. then he practically begs daisuke for a reaction and gets nothing. cut immediately to risa begging dark not to go away, followed by dark's admission that he can't hear daisuke anymore.

cut to the next track where dark has a solo monologue, complete with Extremely Ominous music over how dark everything is, and how there's nothing in his heart + how silent, empty, cold, and unfeeling it is compared to when daisuke is with him. in the manga this monologue doesn't exist. instead it's only comprised of the latter portion, beginning with kosuke (daisuke's father's) dialogue, but the ending is essentially the same.

dark feelings things through daisuke is a constant. volumes later even in post hiatus circumstances when riku unintentionally stumbles across daisuke he runs and hides again, and dark's expression in the moment really says it all.

this is literally the saddest he's ever looked in 20 whole ass volumes, because the same way that 'dark's feelings reside within daisuke's heart,' so does daisuke's sorrow. by the end of everything daisuke actually becomes capable of braving these feelings that initially gave him so much trouble, and his pace matches dark's - more specifically, in the early volumes, daisuke constantly refers to dark as 'someone/something that isn't him; someone that's completely 'different' from himself,' even though dark had been trying to convince him the entire time - dark is him; can only live and exist and feel through daisuke, not only as a [supernatural] individual, but even, quite literally, a work of art. by the time baku arc rolls around daisuke's in a place where he can readily accept that they're each other without any spite or bitterness towards dark. it's the opposite, even: dark had changed from a 'condition' that he couldn't stop wanting to cure to a calming, comforting presence that brought him strength and inspired him. anyways point is dark is a pathetic wet cat without daisuke and nobody should ever separate them.

#these are bilibili drama cd clips so i -think- they're pitched just a tiny bit up #i already cut clips tho i wasnt abt to play pitch perfect oahgaugahglkj #the vibes r enough !#reference.#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.

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i have like. an actually smart meta that i want to/need to write abut dark and the whole not being human thing but basically. that's his entire complex. nobody can just ignore it. (i mean anybody can but it'll pop up somehow at one point in one way or another kdjfkjgk) and it's not properly 'dark' without it. it's quite literally his core and his original inspiration by sugisaki as a phantom of the opera expy. even if dark is frustrated and depressed over his own existence he still puts up a wall and distances himself from just about everybody and anybody (including daisuke) because he feels he's fundamentally not a part of anything, and can likewise fundamentally never be a part of anything. but he plays the theatric part of his own phantom thief aesthetic to the overall public very well, while essentially maintaining the attitude of a professional host when it comes to his personal interactions with others. he can tell anyone sweet nothings, he tempts and plays and jokes and toys around, but nothing is ever serious by him. he immediately lies and sometimes makes fake promises or strings people along to bail himself out of things in the moment; there's no real commitment when things are meant to be kept superficial by him.

dark is charming, he's mysterious, he's infinitely popular (at least within canon/azumano boundary) but as a) the chara essentially inspired by none other than the phantom of the opera/erik himself and b) literally. an 'object.' a 'thing.' he's going to be perpetually avoidant at heart. dark canonically avoids love, at least without any development on his part. he has troubles being accepted, troubles being loved, troubles not being the one loving. he knows that for all his flirtatious behavior, nothing he desires is ever actually ever going to be awarded to him in a legitimate way, even if he wants it. there's the part of him that craves the freedom to be able to love and be loved, to exist by himself, but again, he can't, nor would he actually be able to feel anything without daisuke serving as his (human) heart. he's very subtle about this, but dark will always tend to excuse or try to excise and remove himself from others' happiness. he deflects, rejects, and turns around ready to leave, and this may also very well stem from the way that his presence within the niwa family is considered a 'curse' meant to 'get in the way of their love,' and a figure that even daisuke himself wanted to first completely get rid of at first. it's only someone who can hold dark down for a moment and tell him that they'd genuinely like him for being him, inhuman or otherwise, that can actually reach his heart.

#reference.#dark is erik/the phantom of the opera daisuke is christine. now imagine if they were one person but still two people #gbsdjghjfgfkgjkfgj #its late im going to sleep now 🏃‍♂️#this is all legit though. sorry dark plays games hes just like tht BJKGJKFGJKGJ #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.

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@espectres asked: ❝ It's for your art room. ❞ Shou explains with a fond smile, tapping on the edge of the opened white gift box held in Daisuke's hands. Giddiness glistening in his eyes and seeping through crinkles along them, despite how much he tries to play it cool. A suncatcher, hung into the interior of the box by careful pins, displayed delicately as every detail made itself fabulously present. Stained glass in shapes of a few, small dancing rabbits following one another, each on their strings leading to all kinds of bright and colorful gemstones and crystals arranged together smartly, ready to break daylight into countless colorful slivers of shine, alluring, pleasant to look at, inspiring even. ❝ My Kaa-chan is good with jewelry, she was a great help. ❞ Promptly, he feels heat rising to his cheeks, thinly clogging his ears uncomfortably. Giving away a hint, indicating that the whole thing was handmade, with help of his mother- but by himself. God, it all feels so sappy. His hands retreat to his pockets, smile simmering into a tight line as he momentarily averts eyes, awaiting a comment or a reaction like a boiling pot ready to erupt. It's utterly silly, how the sheer embarrassment almost makes him forget the other gift. ❝ Shit, wait - ❞ Is it too late now that Daisuke has already opened the first one? Would it be breaking some kind of unsaid rule? Shou was sure he had already done that somehow. It doesn't make him as nervous as he should be, though. ❝ This is for Dark. ❞ A small box fetched from the depth of his pocket, it sits in the palm of his hand with ease, plain and black with an even darker bow adorning its width. It hides a pair of silver earrings, dangle ones with long, simple bars design, something that wouldn't draw a lot of attention when shinning in the darkness, perhaps a little practical for the Phantom Thief career, trivial as it seemed. ( IT'S NOV 11TH FOR ME IDK TIMEZONES ARE CONFUSION. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE DUDES. )

and it feels extra embarrassing to have shou of all people subtly flustering before him ; leaves the niwa shy , timid , and awkward as ever --- but daisuke can't help it , and maybe shou would understand that before giving him a good sudden slap or shake to loosen up the atmosphere , complete with some sort of goading , dislodging remark that would somehow save face for both of them , instead of leaving them to stand about like a pair of two nervous puppies just seconds away from leaping at each other . shou's giddiness was a thing evident enough to turn infectious , and daisuke liked to think that he understood just what kind of gift this truly was : a mixture of equal understandings and their very own bared hearts .

wasn't it breathtaking ? wasn't it inspiring ? wasn't it both made and meant just for him ? a connected prismatic of myriad colors and lights , complete with rabbits : the perfect self-expression and reminder of shou's very own person --- of course , that was right , shou-kun's always been just like this . when daisuke dares to delicately remove the other's handiwork and lift it upwards so that it could better shine , it briefly seems a halo in the air ; the niwa's very own accepted , adopted glimmer and crepuscular ray . the boy's smile itself as he admires it is nothing short of divine , the instinctive shift of his free palm to his chest the first clue to the bursting well and frantic pound that was starting to grow beneath .

' ... it's amazing , ' his breath , despite how close it seems to a gasp of wonder , still summons a gentle , cherubic gust that winds about the decorating rabbits . the dancing light and jubilant hares in his eyes is everything reflected ; a sunset backdrop , a red wheat-field of awe . ' is it really okay if i have something like this ? even though your kaa-chan helped you with it , too ? '

he liked to think that he understood just how much shou loved his mother ; how much tenderness must have been patiently imbued into their shared craft . surely shou , who was only ever honest with himself and his opinions and desires , did not labor over such beautiful things with his most loved figure for just anyone . meanwhile , prized art , objects , and jewelry-pieces were far from any sort of rarity within the phantom thief's hands , but there had never once been anything like this before , either .

theft ; taking , was never the same as becoming recipient ; giving .

--- and the act of generosity too , by any sort of standard , should have been considered a human miracle .

in the moment of silence that shou leaves him to fill , dark's presence sweeps in like the fluttering cover of his cloak and black wings . daisuke allows it , feeling the tips of his fingers lending one last touch to the suncatcher before it's put carefully away , back into its container's interior . ' ... for me ? ' it sounds incredulous and yet , daisuke can still see everything ; understood that dark as well would hear and share every traded echo of thought , every pulse of warmth and strong feeling .

' i don't really like being an afterthought , but since you actually bothered to get me something ... i guess i can forgive you . ' it's --- a lie , and daisuke nearly desperately exposes it to no one who would hear but dark himself . you're feeling just as unworthy as i am . you're feeling just as speechless and happy . instead the soul of the niwa merely watches as the small box is opened , and the earrings are briefly marveled at with an expert eye . you were worried it might have been a trick . "i" can't remember anyone's last kindness , "i" can't remember anyone's last gift , "i" can't even begin to imagine why anyone would ever bother to celebrate my own birth like this ...

quietly , with a different sort of smile from his usual sharp-tooth grins , dark affixes both earrings onto his person before testing and demonstrating their placements with a quick flick . ' ... well , how is it ? sorry if you were hoping i'd burst into flames or get a rash from the silver , but the color still suits me well , right ? ' emiko as well would have been no doubt thrilled to learn of the accessories' importance , quick to catch on and even quicker to coordinate with a mother's hen-pecking insistence . ' lucky you . everyone will want a pair after seeing the great phantom thief dark wearing these for his next heist . but if that isn't enough , then ... '

a cold hand presses upon shou's head to amiably ruffle the boy's hair , the swiftly-generated heat of frazzle and friction his unspoken gratitude --- when dark's palm finally falls over the boy's face in a brief curtain , daisuke is soon left standing before him once more , gifts and boxes in arms , earrings still in place at his very own lobes . the red flush of his cheeks deepen until he gasps a little at the realization of his returning shift --- but because the only person in front of him was shou , the niwa easily finds it in himself to muster up his very best smile , punctuated by the rare , blissful sound of a carefree laugh .

' --- thank you , shou-kun ! ' not just from me , but dark as well . ' with something like this , i think i can keep going for the rest of my life ! i'll take good care of everything . i'll keep it all right with me ... ! ' and then , day by day , whether time moved on into a week , a month , or even years from now , ' i'll always ... always be looking at it and thinking of you . i hope you'll remember that , okay ? even if i don't get to always see or hear you in person , your voice has still definitely reached me . ' just as , perhaps , shou had never recoiled at the sight of him , or his secrets ; his other self , or his hidden life . there were things that could be laid bare only between them , and what could have possibly been more precious than that ?

sappy , embarrassing , awkward and filled with spontaneous moments --- above all else , what they had was still undeniably sincere .

#espectres #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#WAAAA FINALLY I CAN PUB #GRRRRR GRRRR 📣📣📣

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@espectres asked: ❝ It's not really hard, not at all, actually. ❞ He muses out loud, eyes trained on a specific spot in midair where the neon luster of his aura shyly engulfes something, helping it float soundlessly, deeming it invisible from sight. Daisuke wouldn't be able to put a finger on the secret behind these tricks, Shou isn't even sure if he can even call them that, because there is no effort behind it, because doing these things, using these powers- it's like asking him to blink, or breath, or write his own name. Effortless things, not about talent nor skill, nothing special. "Nothing special." He'd teach himself over and over, grounding himself, preventing his mind from getting high on the thought of delusional superiority, he has seen enough of that. ❝ It's different when you do it though, isn't it ?❞ He reaches out, and something materializes in his fingers, what was once an space is now a flower, pastel pink petals of a rose sway delicately as he turns around, leans closer, offers it along an affectionate smile. ❝ It's special. ❞ It's hard work, it's skill and talent and everything in between and it's fascinating. ❝ There is so much to you ... ❞ He adds without thinking, enamored out of senses. And although his smile retains its sweetness, something bitter brushes lines around his eyes. ❝ Why do you need to hide it? That's not fair. ❞

and it's amazing ; mesmerizing , the way shou could do something that he's never seen before with all the skill of someone who had been born , then simply learned to see with a third eye . daisuke , a boy perpetually swept up in his own ideas of normalcy , had never even once considered the existence of magic before dark , nor espers before shou . it leaves his cheeks deeper-flushed with a shy sense of humbling : he's sorry he ever thought the world as small or dull .

' nothing special , ' he repeats in a dazed mumble , and though the wonder slowly wears off enough for him to gather up his thoughts , the niwa's warm smile still lingers . a staccato laugh escapes from between his lips ; he accepts the rose once readied , evidently fond of its soft , velvety pink , admiring it with no less love in the shimmering , tender-ruby depths of his gaze than he might have the very one who had given it to him .

' even if you say that ... ' the boy's touch brings the head of the bloom closer with a supreme , practiced delicacy , and in the same instant that he catches transient waft of the flora's enticing perfume , so does it cling and seem to transform him . ' ... i can't do anything like it . '

special . what was special anymore ? the word alone seems to fan his flush and heart's flutter . perhaps ... at least once or twice in the past , he had timidly considered becoming someone , or something unique . a person worth speaking of in any other way aside from 'clumsy' or 'loser' . but if he felt special at all in this very moment , then it wasn't due to the curse dwelling in his blood , or the rigorous upbringing of a phantom thief . nothing more than the present seemed the most precious , breathtaking instant of all : a moment wherein an act so simple could still make his heart swell like this .

it continues to spill out in nocturnal violets ; dresses the earth with shed feathers as black wings burst from his back . in the first place , was the niwa not always shy ? an awkward , bashful lover , often resigned to these little tricks : letters full of sweet nothings and anonymously addressed bouquets , hidden treats and trinkets reverse-slipped into pockets , signs of affection left behind in some inconspicuous place . the oblivious world called his manipulations phantasmal and magic , despite every rather banal truth ... and so thus , when it came to keeping each genius mirage and illusion as seemingly impossible as shou's own sixth sense talents , there would always loiter the reasons of necessity : mystery and infamy could be a pestering curse of its own for the one who preferred quiet , the privilege of holding another's hand without being recognized as criminal .

shou's bitterness too doesn't go unnoticed either , and it leaves the great phantom thief to perform a trick of his own in the next instant . he rummages about his pockets until an empty handkerchief covers the other's rose ; steals it away and replaces its space with a packaged set of colorful macarons in the blink of an eye . was there any better answer than this ? the rest were not even half as sweet : ( because i'll be caught , hunted by the bow , hard foot pressing wretched face in the ground , wings strung up , pulled , torn out --- ) because it would have been rightfully done , every shameless sin his and his to bear ... alone , but no longer alone , these gruesome visions of terror and divine punishment pushed out to make space for the grandiose breadth and mercy of love .

beyond the conflict of his actions , beyond the deep sea of guilt , this meager desire for something pure and right . simply , sweetly : i love you so much , too . he could only hope that , already being demonstrated to , shou felt the same about his company : secrets somewhat furtively kept from the world at large need not be kept from each other . like the box of macarons that he pushes into the other's grasp as his thanks , a kiss reverently pressed onto shou's head --- he gives his entirety willingly to the other , the niwa's body likewise returned to itself . ' i've ... never really thought of myself as special , though . only weird . '

for the longest time , the practiced skills of a thief had felt useless outside of their spotlight role . those who stole only knew how to wound and ambush , seize and deceive ; the things their hands touched seemed to leave behind only empty , vacant spaces filled with lamentations . but this belief had slowly changed by the light of hope and the niwa's own stubborn intentions . to think that it might be recognized , and that shou might have admired him despite , if not for every practiced talent ...

his head touches against the other's , warm and bright in expression . even if it might have been a little selfish , he didn't mind being shou's special secret , if only because it meant that he would be even better , further kept . his trust in the other was always like so ; absolute . ' if you ask me ... i think it's actually fair enough , though . because --- even if i have to hide it , i can still do something . for anyone . for everyone . for you , too . '

how to make something out of nothing : a miracle . that was true magic . he clasps their hands together , and hopes too that some incredible feeling might have been born between the spaces of their palms . ' you're special to me . ' then , cheeks flaring , briefly covering his face , turning away and trying to hide the bubbling laughter escaping him as if he had just admit some grand , incredible secret , he continues --- even while the unabashed , heart-pounding sincerity of it causes himself to transform once more .

' you're the most special of them all , shou-kun . ' as long as his pockets could be filled with flowers ; as long as he could trade sweets and macarons without himself or his witness fleeing , then he was surely the most blessed and happiest person on earth . ' but thank you ... for caring about me . i promise , i'll do my best . as long as i know that you're waiting for me --- then i'll always be just fine . '

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#espectres #YEAAAAH????#(writes a book of love for u) here. for shou

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