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wwouldvecouldveshouldve · 4 months

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confession time!

okay can i tell you how much i adored this request? <33

[ ft. sigma, atsushi, twain, chuuya ]

Sigma... was panicked, to say the least. What if you say no, what if it wasn't perfect like he meant it to be, what if he stumbled over his lines, what if he didn't brush his hair enough this morning (impossible), what if his shirt was ugly (also impossible, he looks gorgeous always)? He's acted this since your first few meetings, but it took some time before the thought came to his mind that he was in love. He didn't even know when or how he could confess! This was an ordeal that, to Sigma, required extraordinary amounts of planning. Every detail had to be perfect, it if wasn't, what if you said no? The thought of confessing, let alone the thought of you, was enough to make his head spin. Sigma hardly even needed a confession, he already trailed after you in his free time like a dog, and always bought you the most expensive things. If that wasn't enough to show how he was head over heels, he went red in the face every other conversation. Needless to say, when he knocks on your door with the cheesiest confession and a bouquet of your favorite flower (no matter how rare), you kiss him.

[ sigma is precious, please cherish him ]

Twain has always been confident. Flirting with you, always acting laid back. Key word: acting. He's had to act calm since the moment he saw the way your eyes shine and he couldn't stop the scarlet from spreading to his cheeks. This man was dying inside. He was not calm, not when you were smiling at him like that. When he finally got the balls to confess, he finally fully buttoned that damns shirt (highly unusual, you were shocked you could make such a thing happen) and shoved his pride up his ass for a minute. He didn't even have it in him to ask someone for advice. He showed off what he could do, and then when you looked to be in enough awe, he tried his best to express his feelings and keep a straight face (no, he did not keep a straight face).

[ you can probably see that i adore bullying this man ]

It was obvious to everyone from the very beginning. He was a young boy who was starting to figure things out in life, and a gorgeous, considerate person like you would obviously attract someone like him. So he followed you around, always offering his aid, time, money, and whatever else you could need. You always made him feel appreciated and seen, what's wrong with returning the favour? Dazai attempted to give him advice on it, but it was really just the entire rest of the agency picking on him. You could see from a mile away how he stuttered, flushed, and stammered when he talked or looked your way. You knew he probably couldn't get the words out of his mouth, so you asked him if you could take a walk on evening and said everything there. He was still speechless, but at least it was said. (He also cried quite a bit, so you tried to buy him ice cream but he finally got the courage to say he'd pay for both of yours <33)

[ you can probably tell by length how much i adore this precious boy ]

Dazai immediately noticed the way Chuuya felt about you. It took a little while for Chuuya to fall for you, however, but once you two were close, it didn't take much for Chuuya to start feeling more than just platonic things. In short, there wasn't one moment when Chuuya realised he loved you, just a piling up of affection. Chuuya tried to show how he felt in any way except for telling you, solely because he believes actions speak more than words. He wouldn't necessarily be stumbling over his sentences, but he'd probably be busy buying you that expensive first edition poetry book (please say you caught that). Chuuya knew that Dazai knew, and whatever "advice" Dazai gave was nothing that Chuuya would actually trust. Chuuya was actually pretty confident he could make you smitten too- he's pulled plenty, trust me. He knocks on your door one night and asks if you'd like to go try out some restaurant (I shouldn't say some restaurant, it's an expensive one that you mentioned wanting to try sometime). He makes the confession on the spot- it's more honest and meaningful that way, he hopes. You accept, and make out later soon after.

AAAA I loved this prompt, I love writing lovestruck and lovesick people. Also Atsushi and Sigma are precious, not in a way that they're clueless or can't handle themselves; they're just perfect. As always, requests are always welcome, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. Have a wonderful day/night! Love you all <33

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iovetecchou · 11 months

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truth or dare / mark twain

contains..! smut. slight!groping, fingering, praise, needy!reader, making out, hickies, switching positions, drunk sex, creampies slight!possessive mark

AFAB Reader.

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"I hardly think this is fair, Mark. You're already half naked for fucks sake!"

All that resounded through your apartment was the amber-haired man's laughter. "C'mon don't be such a downer, doll! Look, I'll pick truth next time if it makes ya happy, kay?"

You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Shaking your head in disbelief... still unsure how you got yourself in this situation. Your good buddy, Mark, came over for a drink. But one drink turned into two, and so on and so forth.

It was safe to say you were both way past tipsy at this point, and that's when Mark suggested his bright idea to play truth or dare. There was a slight catch; if you refused to answer a truth, or commit to a dare... you had to strip.

"Who said I would want you to pick truth? It would be more fun if you picked dare, Mark." You took another sip as the cheerful man laughed once more. He placed his hands behind his head as his chuckles died down. Mark tilted his head as a coy smirk spread across his features.

"Alright, alright! Whatever ya say, doll. Now, truth or dare?" Mark looked at you expectantly, leaning in a little bit closer to your frame. Causing a deep blush to spread across your features. Luckily it was hard to tell if you were flush from the alcohol or the close proximity.

"I guess... truth?" You mumbled. Taking another sip of your drink, preparing for the worst. Mark untangled his hands from behind his head. His hands now found purchase on the tops of your thighs. The sudden action caused you to jolt upward. Your eyes flickered up to his emerald ones; trying to gauge his next move.

"Hmm, truth ya say... well, in that case! Who's the hottest Guild member in, your opinion, doll?" Your eyes narrowed at his question. "That's it? I thought you were going to ask me something way worse. Hands down, Margret is the most attractive member in our organization."

His smirk grew a bit wider at your honesty. Mark's hands began to soothe over your thighs at an unhurried pace. Almost unnoticeable, and yet you picked up on his actions in an instant. "Okay, it's your turn. Truth or dare, Mark?" He leaned in even closer, your nose nearly brushing against his.

"Truth."

"Lame..."

"Yeah, yeah! Just ask ya question, doll." You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face at his own gleeful expression. You took another sip before you spoke up. "Okay, same question. Who do you find attractive in the Guild?"

"Talk about lame..."

"Oh, shut up!"

Mark averted his gaze for a moment. He shrugged his shoulders before he blurted out, "Pass." You quirked an eyebrow up at him in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?" He took his hands away from your thighs. Bringing them down to pull off his shirt. That already left very little to your and everyone else's imagination.

After Mark freed himself from the flimsy shirt, his hands found their home back atop your thighs. Only this time, resting them a little bit higher. "Kay, it's my turn again. Ya know the drill, doll." You could barely focus on his words. Your mind was too preoccupied with the feeling of his nimble digits tracing patterns into your inner thighs.

"Truth."

"Seriously?"

"Just ask the damn question, Mark!"

He chuckled at your remark. His breath fanned over your face from the close proximity before he leaned in impossibly closer. Your noses touching now, Mark's lips ghosting over yours. "Let's try this again... which Guild member would ya sleep with?"

Your cheeks deepened in color at his bold question. You were not expecting those words to spill from his lips at all. "Mark- what the fuck? Pass." You pulled back slowly, just enough to begin unbuttoning your own shirt. Mark watched you intently as you began to strip before him.

His hands tightened around your thighs. Traveling up even further than before. The feeling of Mark's hands gliding up your thighs caused heat to pool in your core. You shrugged your shirt off your shoulders before meeting Mark's gaze once more. Your bra was the only thing keeping your upper body from being fully exposed.

Mark's eyes lingered on your chest for a moment longer before his intense gaze met yours. His eyes were half-lidded at this point, dark and swirling with desire. "My turn, love. Truth. Go on, I already know whatcha goin' to ask." His demeanor was less buoyant. It was almost as though a flip was switched within him.

You only saw him get like this when things got serious on the job. But never when the two of you were alone together. To say this was a new adjustment was an understatement. "S-Same question... who would you... sleep with, from the Guild?" You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you expectantly waited for Mark to speak up.

"Ya mean, who would I fuck? Well, that's a no-brainer... I would choose you, of course, love." You could feel yourself dripping between your thighs at this point. Mark's hands traveled higher under your skirt. His lithe fingers began tracing over the waistband of your panties tauntingly.

"Your turn, love."

"Dare."

"Atta girl."

Your lips were mere centimeters from touching, and his charming smirk was driving you wild. You were almost positive picking dare was a risky move. But curiosity got the better of you. "I dare you to kiss me," Mark whispered. His lips darted between your lips and your eyes, awaiting your next move.

Kiss... Mark? This couldn't be happening right now. You had to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn't a dream. You and Mark were friends, just friends. You two hit it off the second you first joined Guild. You noticed that he seemed to be excluded from the organization. The others found him to be bothersome more often than not. And so, you took a liking to him.

And seemingly, Mark took a liking to you as well. Sure, after some time passed your feelings for him became less platonic. But you never imagined he would reciprocate those feelings. Yet here you are, both half-naked on your living room floor. With Mark practically asking you to kiss him. This could just be the alcohol in him talking but-

Ah, fuck it.

In an instant, you tangled your arms around his neck. Pulling him in impossibly close as your lips met his. Mark wasted no time kissing you back. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasped into the kiss at his bold actions, allowing his tongue to slip past your parted lips.

His hands began to pull at the waistband of your panties. He dragged them down your thighs slowly. Causing you to break away from the kiss. "Mark- wait." He stopped in his tracks. Worry swirled in his gut for a moment, before your words rang through him. Easing away all his doubts.

"I was too embarrassed to answer the question before, but... out of everyone in our organization, I would choose you too." A small smirk found its way to his features before he pressed further. "Choose me for what, doll? Ya have to be a little more specific!" He delivered a charming wink your way.

"Mark, please- I want to fuck you. There? Are you happy n-" Before you could finish your sentence... Mark was on you again. He wasted no time pulling your panties down the rest of the way. He ushered you to lay back against the cool hardwood floor mid-kiss. As his nimble digits found their way to your core.

You gasped into the kiss as his skilled fingers began rubbing quick circles into your puffy clit. You grasped at the ends of his amber hair as he continued to play with your pussy. "I need m-more...please!" You begged. Mark slipped his fingers down lower, experimentally plunging two fingers inside your needy cunt. They slipped in with ease, from how slick you were. "Atta girl, doll. You're so wet... this all f'me?"

You nodded fervently as you pressed your body closer to his. His thumb came up to rub over your bud as his fingers began plunging inside your wet heat. "Hah, Mark- feels so good, you're so good, baby." His cock twitched beneath his slacks at your praise. Only encouraging him to please you further.

Mark curled his fingers deep within you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. You clenched around his fingers harshly as you pushed down against his deft digits that were buried deep inside you. Your frantic attempt at begging for more.

“Mark please, I need you inside me-!” You whimpered out against his lips. Looking deep into his emerald eyes with such desperation. Mark was completely mesmerized by you at this moment. He would do anything you asked of him. And how could he deny his doll when she asked for more in such a hopeless fashion?

“Fuck, doll. Ya look so precious, begging f'more like this.” Mark pulled away from you swiftly, tugging his pants and boxers down his thighs far enough to let his cock spring free. He was throbbing so much and he wasn’t even inside you yet. He had dreamt of being intimate with you like this for ages now. And hearing you whine and praise him like this… was nearly overwhelming.

Your gaze fixated on his pretty cock as your hands traveled down to your needy pussy. With your pointer and index finger, you spread yourself open for him. Your eyes trailing up the expanse of his figure. Taking in the sight of Mark nearly bare before you as you pleaded out, "Please, I can't wait any longer!"

All of his muscles tensed as he tried his hardest to hold back. Getting far too excited by your words and the sight of your pussy on full display. All for him. "Don't worry your pretty little head, doll. I'll make ya feel real good." He quipped out as he lined himself up at your entrance. He moved your fingers away from your pussy with his free hand, taking it in his own instead. Interlocking your fingers as he slowly buried himself deep inside you.

"Ah- Mark... so b-big..." You babbled out. Squeezing his hand with your own as Mark bottomed out. You could feel him twitching inside you wildly. His eyes were sealed shut as he grunted out, "You're so tight, doll. Squeezin' me just right like ya were made f'me." He delivered a swift shallow thrust, causing you both to whine in unison. This continued for a few moments more before Mark found his rhythm.

Mark buried his face in your neck. Leaving open-mouthed kisses and little lovebites. Ones for you to reminisce on tomorrow, he's sure. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly as he continued to stir up your insides at a ruthless pace. You were clenching around him like a vise, causing Mark's eyes to roll back in pure ecstasy. "You're so good, doll. So fucking perfect, and all mine."

A sultry whine slipped past your lips from his words. Mark clouded your senses entirely. All you could focus on was him and him alone. But you didn't mind, not one bit. "Mark... I-I wanna be on top. Please let me make you feel good too!" You cried out. His head snapped up, eyes fixating on your own. He twitched intensely inside you at the look of desperation on your face.

Your need to please him lit a fire within him. Before you knew it, Mark was wrapping his arms around your waist. He sat upright, pulling you into his lap. While still fully sheathed inside you. You whined at the feeling of his dick throbbing deep within you from this position. He was dragging against your walls just right like this. "So good, baby. You feel so good."

You cooed out. Bringing your hands down to Mark's chest. Playfully tweaking his nipples as you began grinding yourself down in his lap. Rocking back and forth with his cock nestled perfectly inside you. "Hah... doll, I was just about to say the same thing..." He quipped out. Offering you a charming wink in the process. His hands found their way to your hips, aiding your movements.

Mark pulled you up by your hips. Just to slam you right back down mere moments later. All while you continued to grind yourself in his lap. "Need m-more, doll..." Mark huffed out. Staring down at you with half-lidded eyes as he began to lift his hips. He thrusted up into you in perfect harmony with the way he continued to slam you down against his lap. Reaching even deeper inside your drooling pussy.

You could hardly form words at this point. He was fucking up into you at an unrelenting pace. Skin slapping against skin reverberated around the room. As well as your desperate whines. Mark was mesmerized by your blissed-out form. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hanging ajar as the most obscene moans slipped out. Your breasts bounced from within the confines of your bra with each harsh movement Mark made inside you. And your pussy was squeezing him just right.

"Atta girl... you're takin' me so good. M'gonna fill ya up, kay? Ya gonna let me cum inside, doll?" Mark grunted out. His pace slightly wavered. You could tell he wouldn't last much longer. But you weren't too far behind. You felt the coil within you begin to unravel with the way Mark continued to fuck up into you. "Yes baby, please, I'm so close... k-kiss me!" You pleaded. Bringing your hands back up to wrap around his neck.

Mark wasted no time slamming his lips against yours. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips began to speed up. That was all it took for you to topple over the edge. You came around Mark's cock, pulsing and gushing all over his lap. The feeling of you cumming all over him, gripping him like a vise, was his last straw. He moaned into the kiss as his first ropes of cum shot deep inside you. His thrusts came to a halt a few moments later. Letting the last of his seed fill you up.

Mark was still twitching wildly inside of you. You could feel the mix of his and your release trickling out of your spent pussy. Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss. Resting your forehead against his as you both shared the same air. "Mark... that was..." You trailed off. Slowly opening your eyes to gaze up into his emerald ones. He let out a deep chuckle, his hands trailing up your sides. Tracing patterns into your hips in the process.

"I know, doll... I know. I've been dreamin' of this moment for a long while now. If I'm being frank. Who woulda thought a little game of truth or dare would lead us... here!" He gestured down to where you were both still connected. Your face flushed immediately at his insinuation, sobering you up completely. You averted your gaze, scoring your bottom lip with your teeth.

As your eyes met his once more you took in a sharp breath. Swallowing your pride in the process. "What if I said... I've been thinking about doing... this, with you, for a long time now too..." You whispered; so faintly, it was barely audible. But Mark heard you, loud and clear. A rosy blush spread along his cheeks, the alcohol fully wearing off for him now too.

"Ah... w-well that's real good to know, doll. What do ya say we... do this more often, yeah?" A coy smile spread across his face as he awaited your response. His warm hands still soothing over your sides. A smile of your own spread across your features. You nodded wordlessly, pulling him in for a deep kiss. A silent confirmation, so to speak. But Mark got the message, nonetheless.

"Sooo... wanna play a few more rounds, doll?"

; dedicated to my lovely wifey @win-writes <3

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pfpanimes · 11 months

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⌕ bungo stray dogs - mark twain.

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angosbbg · 11 months

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☆ mark twain headcanons

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(this is x reader btw)

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– he definitely would have the fluffiest and softest hair in existence. pls play with it he loves it so much. he absolutely adores the feeling of your fingers twirling his hair while he polishes his gun.

– he absolutely loves resting his head on your lap or just you in general. he's often tired after work and the feeling of you and the smell of you is enough to cheer him up!

– definitely talks about you to tom and huck. pls save them they're done with hearing him talk about you all the damn time.

– if you get embarrassed at all he WILL embarrass himself 10x more than you so you won't feel so bad.

– would give the world to you. the sound of your voice is enough to make him happy and the look of your smile makes his heart so warm.

– if you feel insecure about anything he'll immediately notice and start reassuring you that you're perfect.

– if his words aren't enough, he'll take action. he won't let you leave the house until you feel better about yourself. this man worships the ground you walk on.

– arguments with him don't last long because he always apologizes first. he comes up to you, teary eyed and sniffling while apologizing. he cannot hold a grudge against people.

– it's canon that most people find him annoying so the fact that you don't is so amazing to him.

– he absolutely adores you, anytime you wear anything new this man absolutely DROOLS over you. like damn get off the ground bro 😭😭

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– he's up for anything as long as it doesn't involve anyone getting seriously injured <33

– wanna peg him?? he'd let you. gladly. if you're happy, he's happy.

– perfect boy in bed, you wanna top? call him your little slut and he'll comply happily. wanna be the bottom? he'd be happy to top you!

– honestly he's a switch but he prefers to be the bottom.

– will eat you out. it's actually one of his favorite things to do tbh. he likes eating you out.

– you want him to tie you up? gladly!! you want to tie him up? put those ropes on darling <33

– definitely likes being called your little dog or little boy..... probably has a mommy/daddy kink if you're into that.

– will do anything you want him to. he's just that good.

– definitely a fan of being pegged. but he also loves giving you pleasure, he loves the noises and your little reactions!!

– absolute darling in bed. he's so gentle with you at first and if you want him to be rough he will!!

– best aftercare ever... this man is so soft and gentle with you.

– probably likes shower sex. (i lied he loves it.)

– loves it when you sit on his lap.

– he whines and whimpers. breathy gasps and moans.

– his thrusts get sloppier the closer he gets to cumming.

– mumbles and whimpers out your name in your ear when he thrusts into you, he does it very involuntarily.

– tried cockwarming with you once. bro COULD NOT hold back.

– all in all, he loves you very much.

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A/N: i love mark so much. im so normal about him

#mark twain x reader #mark twain bsd #angosbbg #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd mark twain #bsd #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #peggable man #hes so bbg

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Watermelon Cruiser

♡ pairing: Mark Twain x gn!reader

♡ synopsis: Mark flirts with everyone he lays his eyes on, but he could never quite seem to stray away from you especially. Being his best friend and confidant, you assumed it was just an act to tease you, but it begins to feel more personal than that.

♡ wc: 1.8k

♡ cw: A lot of swearing, alcohol, drinking, Mark also uses pet names like 'babe' and 'doll' because he would totally do that, reader (and Mark) is a little tipsy, Mark is a bit of a Casanova lol, mentions of sex, mentions of harassment, you and Mark make out, suggestive content, you and Mark share the love language of arguing.

note: Mark fandom rise up! I love this funky sniper 🌸 I don't know how to write drunk people because I myself don't have much experience with alcohol, so apologies for errors.

It took Mark a minute to answer the door. You assumed one of two options; either he was just being lazy as he sometimes tended to do, or he had one of his 'friends' over. You almost shook your head disapprovingly at the very thought. Whether or not he had company, you were there to stay.

"Oh, it's you!" Mark flashed you a smile once he opened the door to his apartment. "How was it?"

You didn't say anything as you brushed past him and entered his familiar apartment. Mark watched you toss your coat to the ground in frustration and storm across the room.

"It sucked," you complained, flopping down onto his couch. "So many fuckin' sleazy old guys there- why the hell did you recommend the place?!"

Mark had really talked the bar up when you first had the conversation. Whilst complaining about the inability to successfully wade through the dating pool and come out the other side with a partner, Mark suggested a bar he frequented, but that you'd never been to. He said it was easy to make friends there. Well, in this case, special sexy friends. But even you had to admit that was better than nothing.

Unfortunately your experience was less than stellar. You weren't sure if you just went on a bad day or if you were simply unlucky, but as you'd hoped against you were accosted by a few drunkards who were less than polite in their invitations, insults and the like. You decided, after getting out of there in one piece, to take your frustration out on Mark. That's why you were there, having angrily made your way to his home to harass him there.

"Sorry, doll," Mark shrugged, "I guess it's 'cause I'm a regular. Next time I'll come with you."

"Nuh-uh. I'm not going back there." You insisted, shaking your head adamantly. "I'd literally rather stay here and drink with you."

"That's great to hear. You want some right now?" He offered, cocking his eyebrow. You knew that he was half-joking, but you were fed up and getting drunk with your best friend sounded pretty nice right about now.

"Sure." Mark clicked his tongue before rising to his feet and traipsing to the kitchen. Once he was there, he swung open a cupboard which emitted a shrill creak.

"Whatcha got in there?" You called out to him.

"Whiskey. And...more of it than I remembered." He answered, bluntly. You groaned loudly.

"Do you have anything less...blegh?"

"You're so hard to please, Y/N!" Mark complained. "You prefer the sweet stuff, right? I have cruisers."

"You don't drink those, do you? Why do you even have them?"

"In case you want a cruiser." He answered matter-of-factly, pulling out a small bottle of pink liquid. "I have a couple more if you need them, but this should suffice for now, hm?"

"...yeah, sure. Thanks, man." You lazily nodded before accepting the cruiser once he'd returned to you. He himself had gotten himself an entire bottle of whiskey, and you were pretty certain he'd be able to drink the whole thing in one sitting without breaking a sweat.

Mark sat down on the couch and wasted no time taking up as much of the available space as he could. You had long given up trying to shake him of his manspreading habit, so you eventually learned to get used to either sitting on top of Mark or resting your legs on him. He didn't seem to care when you did either of those things, though.

You took a sip of the watermelon vodka cruiser.

"It's room-temperature," you wrinkled your nose in disgust. In reality, the drink was fine despite the temperature, but you and Mark just loved to complain about anything whenever you had the chance.

"You're unbelievably high maintenance, babe. I could offer you the finest old wine aged in a wooden casket and you'd still find something wrong with it."

"The thing wrong with the wine is that you're giving it to me," you sighed, taking another sip. You two continued to exchange remarks as you drank together. After reaching your second cruiser (this one being lemon-lime and also room temperature), you began feeling a little cranky. Whether this was because your body temperature had risen somewhat, or because Mark was enabling your anger by exchanging gripes with you, you didn't know.

"I dunno how you do it, but I'm just done with dating. Everyone sucks and everyone's fake, and there's no point in trying." You told him eventually, your head lazily bowed.

"Awh, don't be like that. There's a good guy out there for 'ya, babe. You just have to be patient sometimes."

"I've been patient, I'm tired of being patient!" You whined, poking his arm. "I want someone now! I want someone to materialise right in front of me right now."

"...I don't think that's possible," Mark sighed, leaning back on the couch and turning his head towards you. "They gotta walk through the door first."

"...right...yeah, the door. Maybe if I just..." you turned to the door and sharpened your gaze. "If I manifest it, someone will appear at the door."

Mark watched you for a moment, before putting down his bottle and standing up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him approach the door you were staring at, before he turned back to you with a smirk.

"Behold. You did it."

You chuckled. "Get back over here, dumbass." Mark obliged and threw himself back onto the couch. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your favourite idiot, baby." Mark drawled, smiling at you. "You know you love me."

"Agh. C'mere..." you reached out your arms towards him as he scooted closer towards you. Once he was sitting leg to leg with you, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

You had actually kissed Mark before a couple times, either as a dare, a joke or because there were times when a makeout session with the only other person willing to do it was a lot cheaper than therapy. This was nothing new, but you hadn't been influenced by alcohol before. His lips, and his whole body felt warm.

Mark's arms wrapped around your waist as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol and mint- it permeated through your mouth as both of your tongues met once again. You were both too out of it to consider what either of you were necessarily doing, until Mark squeezed your hand in his and you broke the kiss.

"No, Mark. I know you just wanna fuck me," you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you. "You're a good guy, but I want an actual boyfriend."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't be the best boyfriend?"

"'Cause you don't like me like that! And you're a horny piece of shit, too. You couldn't stay faithful to save your life." You waved your arm dismissively. Mark gasped.

"Absolutely none of that is true," he countered defensively. "I would be the best boyfriend you've ever had. You'd be lucky to have me."

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, before letting out a small cough. "Wait- hold on a second."

"What?"

"You just said nothing I said was true, but I said that you didn't like me," you straightened and placed your bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "What's that all about, huh?"

Mark didn't say anything. He just cast his emerald eyes towards you blankly and took another sip of his whiskey. You tilted your head as you waited for him to reply, but he just stayed silent. Though the air was a little tense, you felt almost as if Mark found the whole ordeal amusing.

"Mark?"

"...yes, dear?"

"Stop! Do you actually like me or are you just fucking with me?" You stood up. "You'd better not be fucking with me or I'll actually kill you. Huck and Tom have NOTHING on me."

"Don't bring them into this! Okay, fine." He dramatically exhaled, then leaned forward. "I like you."

You weren't actually expecting him to relent so fast. Caught off guard, you blinked and placed your hand over your mouth.

"...what?!"

"Oh, so you demand that I admit that I like you and then when I do it's a bad thing? I see how it is." Mark leaned back again and folded his arms, crossing his legs sassily. You stared at him incredulously, before slowly taking a seat beside him once more.

"...you're being serious, right?"

"Yes! Aren't you?"

"If you liked me this whole time then why are you such a manwhore?!" You quizzed accusingly. "You're always out and about. If you liked me, why didn't you pursue me?"

"Because how the hell was I supposed to know you liked me back?" Mark retorted. "Y/N, baby, I don't know if you know this, but I'm not actually that receptive! I thought you weren't into me, so I decided I should try to get over it. But it hasn't worked, obviously!"

"Then why'd you keep trying?"

"Because I really wanted it to work!" Mark argued, before his eyebrows knitted together. "Wait. Why are we mad about this? Isn't this, like...a good thing?"

"...I guess, yeah," you muttered. "But if it weren't for you this could have happened way sooner."

"If it weren't for me?" His eyes widened. "Go ahead and blame me, why don't you?"

"Well it's your fault, you should have said something!"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

The two of you continued bickering for a couple minutes, hurling childish insults at one another. You were sure that somewhere in Mark's building you were disrupting somebody's evening, and they were probably thinking that you two sounded like an old married couple. Ironically, you were a freshly-formed couple, but that didn't negate the point.

You didn't argue for too long, stopping after you said something like "Fuck you!" and Mark replied something like "Fuck me yourself!" and you both paused for a minute, seemingly both equally surprised by the statement.

"...uh, well- we're both kinda drunk right now. And very emotionally volatile," Mark noted. "I can't, in good conscience, have sex with you right now."

"Oh, but when it comes to any old random you find in a bar it's all good?" You frowned. Mark irritably threw his hands up.

"It's different with you. When we bang I want it to be...I don't know, nice."

"A nice, elegant bang..." you laughed to yourself. "Good choice of words."

"Shut up. You know what I'm trying to say," Mark's cheeks were pink. He was still very much self-reassured, but somehow he also looked a little shy. You'd never seen Mark look anything less than confident before.

"Yeah, I'm just fucking with you," you said. "I appreciate it."

"...good. You should."

"Okay, screw you, then."

"Screw me?"

And there you two were, right back at it. Arguing like a freshly-formed couple.

wow. i really like writing confession oneshots huh? it should be known that when it comes to alcohol i don't know anything. i had to turn to my best friend for their expertise on drinks and so i'm giving them a creative credit here. also don't ask why i made mark like this. he's like a fifties gangster fuckboy for some reason but honestly i kinda love that for him.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #fanfic #fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #mark twain #bsd mark #mark twain x reader #bsd mark twain #mark x reader #x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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nian-7 · 11 months

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Mark Twain x gn!reader

✧ice cream date drabble

✧fluff, for @everestica & @kizuraa <33

" Let's go on a date, (name)! " The red haired male in front of you smiled at you. Your shocked face didn't faze him at all as you stared at him.

" A date? Now? " You asked, confirming that was in fact what he had meant for it to happen right now.

" Yep! Let's go get ice cream together! " He held out his hand for you to take. You nodded in agreement, still thinking about the sudden proposition. You placed your hand in his outstretched one as he walked out of the house with you, down towards the local ice cream place.

Although it was a small place with limited seating, it was truly a jackpot to those who knew about it. Mark was getting excited as you both approached the place, a little bounce was apparent in his step as you both approached the ice cream parlor.

" You can sit down, I'll order, " He looked over at you, " I remember your favorite flavor, don't worry. " He gave you a thumbs up as he let go of your hand.

" Sounds good. " You returned his thumbs up as you watched him go to the counter inside to order for the both of you. That left you standing outside to look for an empty table to sit at, which wasn't hard. Not many people were eating their ice cream outside.

Not even a minute after you sat down, Mark came rushing over with a smile and two ice creams in hand.

" Sorry, I tasted yours just a bit before~ " He apologized as you took it, looking back at him with a skeptical expression, waiting for him to say he was joking. " Relaxx! I'm joking don't worry! " You couldn't help but laugh a little as you went to lick the ice cream. " I did lick it actually. It was right there too. "

" Oh, come on, Mark! "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#mark twain x reader #mark x reader #x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs

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cemetary-lady · 1 year

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THE GUILD MASTERLIST

francis scott fitzgerald

coming soon...

edgar allan poe

coming soon...

lucy maud montgomery

coming soon...

h.p. lovecraft

coming soon...

margaret mitchell

coming soon...

mark twain

coming soon...

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd the guild #francis scott fitzgerald x reader #lucy maud montgomery #lucy maud montgomery x reader #edgar allan poe #edgar allen poe bsd #edgar allan poe x reader #mark twain bsd #mark twain x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #margaret mitchell bsd #hp lovecraft bsd #hp lovecraft x reader #nathaniel hawthorne bsd #nathaniel hawthorne x reader

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jeevaschrist · 9 months

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Hey, hope you're doing well!

Can I ask for a match up with a bsd guy? Here's some info:

My name's Shreeja and I'm from India. I would say I'm naturally smart b/c I usually manage to be in the top 5 scorers academically, and I can manage groups pretty well. I like reading, writing, sketching and playing basketball. I listen to a wide variety of music, but I think my favorite kind would be alternative rock. Also, I don't really get attached to many things/people.

I really hope that was alright...

hi hi! here's that matchup for you, sorry it took a while!

i think your best match would be...

mark twain! i think he'd be a good ,match for you because he'd be exceptionally proud of you and your accomplishments, but he'd still try to get you to spend time away from school and work. he'd genuinely care and watch for signs of burnout in you which may or may not be refreshing for you. he'd also love to take in interest in all of your hobbies and interests and he'd just be all around supportive and sweet. i think he wouldn't mind the fact that you don't get attached, and i think he'd do all of the getting attached for you :)

#mark twain #mark twain bsd #bsd mark twain #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd matchup #bungou stray dogs #anime matchups #character matchup #character ships #mark twain x reader #mark twain x you

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ye-local-simp · 2 years

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hi! can i request poe, steinbeck and mark twain with an s/o who is curvy and is bigger in the thigh and chest area? thank you! have a good day <3

ps. i love your blog sm, i stalked it the whole day yesterday hehehehehheheehe~

[S/o has a very curvy figure]

[Poe,Steinback,Twain]

Poe:

-He likes your figure and would never shame you for it.

-He would definitely feel very awkward about pointing it out so he will rarely talk about your figure in pretty much every way, good or bad.

-He likes grabbing your waist a lot but he wouldn't tell you.

-However, he will make it obvious.

-Loves it when you put on tight dresses, not in public though because he hates attracting attention.

-Whenever your chest area touches him, he becomes a stuttering tomato so good luck.

-The only way where he doesn't feel awkward about your thighs though is when you sit on his lap because obviously thighs touch when you sit on someone's lap.

-Wouldn't mind if you didn't have these qualities but he actually enjoys the fact that your body is unique in a very good way.

Steinback:

-He is a bit weird about it.

-Like you can tell he likes those features but its the way his words are delivered.

-Like he would say something like you definitely won the survival of the fittest or would compare you to a cow because you are have a big chest area.

-This guy couldn't care less about stretch marks, I mean , he knows it is natural since he has a sister and she explained that these things are normal.

-He likes you in tight dresses, but if they are uncomfortable to wear, he would tell you that you don't have to wear it.

-He does like it when you wear something practical because you just gave life to dull clothes which is cool to him.

Twain:

-He is very loud about it as in he likes to brag about your body.

-He wouldn't say it unless you strictly tell him that you are uncomfortable or there is a valid reason.

-He liked it when you spread your arms around him because when you guys hug,he can feel your chest pressing against his.

-This guy would grab your waist or thighs anywhere. Obviously not in some places for public decency.

-He likes it when you put on a very tight dress.

-Wouldn't shame you for having stretch marks at all so your safe.

-Bonus if you are a bit thinner and curvy, if not, he wouldn't mind. No one is perfect all the time.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs headcannon #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs scenarios #bsd scenario #bungou stray dogs fluff #poe x reader #mark twain x reader #steinback x reader #guild x reader #bsd headcannons

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louiseuii · 4 months

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"Christmas without you"

AN: Mark has a mental illness here sooo...

"I feel cold." You were brutally killed by the one and only man who loved you, adored you, he never wanted this, nor you did. 9:08 pm.

7:30

You woke up from a deep sleep. Feeling contented with your longest sleep in probably a few weeks, you were supposed to have dinner with your boyfriend, Mark. He was supposed to take you on a date. But right now all you could do was smile since you have to endure a few more hours of work. Stupid work.

12:30

Lunch, you still can't stop thinking of the date later, thinking of what to wear to the date, whether really going all in or just casual. You were very excited, but you are really curious, why is he not texting you? You just assumed that he was busy. Or, so you thought.

6:10

The cold breeze of winter fills the air, it was almost christmas, Mark arrived at the restaurant you two were supposed to meet up. "I missed you!" You loved that guy. You loved him to bits. It was you and him against the world. He just had one problem.

9:00

The time came, Mark was ready to kill you for no reason. "I'll take a photo of you dear, stand right over there." Of course you agreed, you weren't expecting anything bad especially from your love.

3...

2..

Aim, Fire, Shoot.

At exactly 9:08 pm, you were shot.

It was his first christmas without you.

#mark twain x reader #drabble #bsd mark twain x reader #angst #bungou stray dogs

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blueflameart · 1 year

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chuuya, dazai, poe, twain x reader who is black and japanese what would they think if they saw a new recruit who looked like a foreigner? would they ask about culture? maybe a scenario where someone treats the reader badly because they're unique but they stand up for them? sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

Could you give me a little more detail I’m so sorry I’ll write this I promise but it’s hard for me to understand some things I’m so sorry 😭

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs fluff #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #poe x reader #mark Twain x reader

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wizardfrog69 · 10 months

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'•.¸♡ First kiss ♡¸.•'

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Kouyou, Arthur, Akutagawa, Gin, Ango, Poe, Karl, Lovecraft, Mark, Hawthrone, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Jōno, Tetchō, Natsume

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

He definitely had his first kiss before, maybe in his twenties.

He wanted to save his first kiss for someone who would want to be with him forever, but they unfortunately left him.

He would kiss someone after at least a couple of weeks of being together. He prefers to know whether that person wants to marry him or not.

Your first kiss was at his office when you were doing overtime, and you wanted to keep him company.

He's okay at kissing.

Akiko Yosano:

She had her first kiss when she was young, in her teenage years.

Your first kiss was either when you two were on a coffee date or when she was taking care of you (and you weren't under the influence of any medication)

Also she's a very good kisser.

Atsushi Nakajima:

He never had his first kiss and is really nervous to kiss someone.

The first time you kissed he was sweating a lot.

His lips were soft.

Your first time kissing was when you were sitting on a bench or on a wall watching the sunset. (You asked, obviously)

Doppo Kunikida:

He never kissed someone and also wants to wait to kiss someone.

He wants to be with his ideal partner and kiss them I'm the ideal way (just a peck on the cheek or something)

Your first kiss was when he was saying goodbye to you by your door, and he kisses you on the cheek.

Cheek kisses count as proper kisses for him.

Ranpo Edogawa:

He had his first kiss in his early twenties/late teens.

The first time you kissed you were cuddling together.

He tastes very sweet and sometimes he's chewing on sweets while kissing you.

Chuuya Nakahara:

He didn't have his first kiss yet.

You two kissed after a mission you had together.

He tastes like expensive wine and cigarettes.

Kōyō Ozaki:

She never kissed anyone before.

When you first kissed, she was a but surprised that she liked it so much and wanted to kiss you more.

She has really soft lips and she smells like flowers.

Arthur Rimbaud:

Hes just cold.

He did kiss some people in France, and he didn't meet anyone while outside of France.

The first time you kissed was by a fire.

His lips were really cold.

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa:

He's not kissing anyone, ever.

Gin Akutagawa:

She didn't kiss anyone before.

The first time you kissed she was a bit shy but got comfortable quickly.

Sakunosuke Oda:

He's dead sorry 😞

Ango Sakaguchi:

He's too busy for relationships.

But when he found you he couldn't keep himself away.

You first kissed in his office.

Despite never kissing anyone he was surprisingly not bad.

Edgar Allan Poe:

He had his first kiss before, but he was really shy, and he only kissed someone once before.

The first time you kissed him, he froze from shock, and he was just so nervous.

His lips are a bit cracked.

When he got less nervous, he would kiss you back, but he was way too shy to wrap his arms around you.

If karl saw him, he would cry.

Karl:

Karl deserves a little kiss on his cute little forehead.

He gets plenty of them from Poe, but you are gonna give him one aswell cuz he's so adorable.

Howard Lovecraft:

He never kissed someone before.

When you kissed him, his lips were surprisingly cold.

He isn't the worst or the best kisser in the world. He's okay

Mark Twain:

He had like 3 girlfriends in high school, of course he kissed someone before.

He's really good at kissing (he had plenty of practice)

The first time you kissed was he got you ice cream.

Nathaniel Hawthrone:

He never kissed anyone and isn't planning on kissing.

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

He never kissed anyone before and he never really planned on kissing someone.

When you first kissed him, it was a simple peck on the lips, but to Fyodor, it was very special. He never dared to say anything about it, though.

His lips are cracked and dry.

Nikolai Gogol:

He has definitely kissed someone before.

He's a good kisser and very touchy, especially while kissing.

The first time you kissed was in a hallway, his hands were moving all over your body.

He tastes like cotton candy and pastries.

Sigma:

He never kissed anyone.

He was really shy when you first kissed.

You kissed at/after a café or coffee shop, so he tasted like coffee. Or, while at a garden, he tasted like cookies and tea. It was just a small peck on the lips, but it was still really nice, especially because his lips were so nice and soft.

Saigiku Jōno:

He had kissed before but not a lot, like 1 or two people.

He is a good kisser but he doesn't kiss you often.

Also, he likes touching you while kissing you as well.

Tetchō Suehiro:

He never kissed anyone before.

When you first kissed, he tasted like the weirdest mix of flavours ever.

Sōseki Natsume:

Kitty meow meow =^..^= :)

He gets kisses on his forehead when he's a kitty from me.

I love cats <3

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I wrote everything in one go! Hurray! Now I'm tired from thinking.

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the day or evening.

-love. Az

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads

(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

Chapter twenty one

“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”

“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”

“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”

“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.

“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”

“We will see…”

You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring-

You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.

“William, I have the book-“

“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”

Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.

“Joan?”

Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-

“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”

You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”

“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?

“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those updates on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”

“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“

“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”

“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.

“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”

You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy.

“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that rat has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”

“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”

“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to open when the time was right was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”

“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.

“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”

“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”

“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”

“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”

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iloveyanderes · 1 year

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

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

Part one:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Counting down you wait for the shoot.

Three...

Get closer to a moveable metal

Two...

Don't see any.

One...

Stop sign!

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

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

You need cover, and you need it right now.

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

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

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

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

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

What does the guild want with you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"are you really name!"

"can I have your autograph!"

"your hair is amazing!!!"

"commit double suicide with me!"

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

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

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

"I'm kenji" said a small blond.

"Atsushi!"

"I'm kunikida"

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

"I'm ranpo"

Ranpo...

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

"yeah!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what the actual heck was going on!?

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

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

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

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

and the other....were those tentacles?

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

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

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

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