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Message Received !

-> how they text you

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Tetchō

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—DAZAI

Wholesome messages; " 'Donna, really miss you right now :( "

" Need you to come to my rescue, love, Kunikida is being ruthless today. Kiss my injuries pretty please?"

" Belladonna, you would never guess what happened at work today. Meet up at our usual spot? I can guarantee you wouldn't want to miss this. And if somehow it doesn't amuse you, I'll compensate with kisses."

Oh lord. He spams your phone when he's in dire need of your attention like the attention whore he is

Has sent you questionable messages in the middle of meetings, watching with a smug grin as you cautiously open the conversations.

It can range from random and genuinely wholesome or prompt you to throw your phone across the room (or at him)

An emoji texter, I believe, probably frequently uses " ‼️🗣✨️". Most notably when he's demanding for your attention

" Bella you're ingorning me ‼️ how mean :<"

Is the one to send separate lines of text much to your displeasure because you often awake to see 20+ notifications from the brunette

Is really good at... ahem look away childern texting - but leaves you on read afterward just as a means of teasing you.

You should block his number

—CHŪYA

Wholesome Messages; "

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Replies immediately to all your messages !! The second you send it, you're already met with a 'ding' with a thorough response

If, for whatever reason, he's not there with you in the morning or at night, he sends you "rise and shine, love." Ir " Sweet dreams, Doll."

Asks for daily updates about your day and such. " Hey doll, missing you right now. How are you doing?" If he gets an inkling that you're having a bad day or just needs his affections, expect him at your door soon <3

Tachihara once caught him smiling at his phone like a lovestruck fool - to which he clutched his phone close to his chest with a prominent red on his cheeks

Doesn't use emojis often but definitely has one in your contact name ♡

When he's drunk, he sends you paragraphs of declarations of love. All the words are misspelled, and you hardly understand what he's staying half the time, but it's endearing.

—RANPO

Wholesome Messages; "

Stares at his phone until you reply. He's sitting in his chair kicking out his feet with a big grin on his face when you do respond.

Has a separate notification system in place for you :0 it's probably something atrocious though, to your great displeasure and his immense delight

When he's lazy, he might send you those automated messages :/

But when he's craving your attention? There are so many messages outright begging you to pay him some proper attention, and he doesn't relent until he gets what he wants. He might even stomp on his foot in mild frustration

Sends you blurry pictures of his food with an accompanied "You should buy more of these y/n :D"

He might not share, tho unless you let him sit on your lap as you feed him, then maybe

—KUNIKIDA

Wholesome Messages;

A dry texter unfortunately. Maybe one of those one-liners. Sends you "hey" "good morning" "okay" "love you" and the like :')

And if it's not one-liners, it's blocks of text that require a read more option, but it's really wholesome if he's talking about you or expressing how much he misses you

But he's tries to be more considerate with your messages and does put a lot of thought into his responses

Has your contact user just as your name and your profile picture is the first letter of your name :(

Dazai has once messed up his contacts as a prank and left you as " glasses' other half" or something. Kunikida fixed up his contacts to how they were prior but left yours as "My other half" or something similarly sappy ! This might encourage him to set your profile picture of a flower in one of the garden beds outside the café

He probably expresses his humor as "haha" or "apologies, I had to take a moment to laugh"

Has asked you what a keyboard smash is - "what an improper use of equipment."

You; "you just press andomly on the keyboard. Anything really."

Him; "spacebar"

—AKUTAGAWA

Wholesome Messages;

He tries so much when it comes to texting you !! He can come off as really dry sometimes - so he follows up with some " just for your information, I am ecstatic, this keyboard hardly does justice."

Spends an unnecessary amount of time reading and revising his messages because it can't be less than perfection - nearly breaks his phone into two when he notices a grammar mistake the second he clicks send

And sometimes his messages or a little too sophisticated for the given topic but it's the thought that counts and he looks so proud of himself too

Same applies to pictures he sends you, takes plenty until the quality is just right - even as mundane as showing you his plate of food.

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Counting Sheep

-> when he can't sleep

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Fyodor, Nikolai, Tetchō, Jōno

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—DAZAI. Preying victim to the neglect of sleep was an ailment that had often plagued him - even when it betrayed his own desires. But he had to admit there was a warmth that tickled his ribs and flutter his heart his heart as his gaze settled over your resting form. Eyes shut and head pressed to his shoulder, snuggling into him even whilst dozed into your reverie - he had to suppress the urge to clutch his heart or place kisses along your cheeks that would bring your rest to an abrupt halt. And as irresistible as that urge seemed, he concealed it away with a sigh, hands tangling around your body until nothing separated the two of you. His lips naturally found your forehead, indulging himself with a gentle kiss. Even if he couldn't sleep, he certainly didn't mind basking in your company, his heart swelling in sensations that was increasingly familiarizing himself with. He welcomed it.

—CHŪYA had allowed his feet to direct him aimlessly, circling around the rooms of his apartment, passing the same peice of furniture in the nth time as his mind drifted elsewhere. He wasn't sure how long passed when he was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of your voice, a tired slurred "Chū...?" bringing a small grin to his face but also an inkling of guilt. " Sorry doll, did I wake you?" He asked, beaming slightly at the sight of a blanket draped over your shoulders while you rubbed your eyes in lazy motions. You let his inquiry fall on deaf ears, instead casting your own question; "can't sleep?" You hardly needed an answer. His response was written in the whole situation, really. Chūya's heart fluttered as you wordlessly lifted your blanket, silently inviting him to your side. He wasted no time to accept your offer, slumping his head on your shoulder despite his mind not feeling any traces of sleep. He allowed you to guide him back to your shared bedroom, finding a familiar placement of his side of the bed. His voice tickled against your temples, soft but evident. " What would I do without you?"

—RANPO. You were awoken with a couple nudges to your shoulder, your consciousness stirring back to recognition as you were greeted with the sight of Ranpo crouched beside you. Uncharacteristically, however, he seemed mildly frustrated - hair sticking our haphazardly and an pout jutted on his lips. " Cant sleep." Was all he murmured, gaze softening slightly as you acknowledged him with a murmur. He really didn't want to wake you. He had downed a glass of milk, fluffed up his pillow, and counted sheep with little avail. He waited for you to sit up before plopping himself down on your lap, sleepless green eye reflecting back at you. " Play with my hair, pretty please?" You could tell by the way his finger fiddled with the comforter he was being oddly serious. The relief was evident the moment you started to play with his hair, muscles becoming slacken within your arms followed by a deep sigh. For a second, you caught a flicker of the familiar grin that had always etched himself on his face - the pinch between his brow ceasing. " Better?" Ranpo tilted his head back, eyes still unwavering with his cheeks stretching into a more pronounced grin. " Maybe another goodnight kiss or two."

—ATSUSHI tried to keep his tossing and turning to minimum, considerate to your sleeping figure right beside him. He wasn't sure how many holes he's burned into the ceiling by now, and the clock perched nearby taunted him silently with each glance.

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I really love you y'know

-> random scenarios where they say I love you

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Fyodor

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The documents littered on DAZAI'S desk remained untouched, pen long abandoned as the brunette found himself in his reverie. His eyes were squeezed shut in serene verity, gentle sighs parting him the longer his lovestruck stupor persisted. You had that effect on him reckoned, sending him soaring through his fascination with just a quick smile - one that had always envoked the urge to place kisses all over.

" Osamu, you're staring again." You bashly murmured, feeling his intense gaze of pure infatuation. His grin remained present, eyes softening as his daydreaming temporarily paused at the calling of your voice. Instinctively, he had arched forward, seeking to be closer to you.

" Am I?" He posed as a feign inquiry, that charming grin of his growing. "Why you can't you blame me, love. I'm in the presence of beautiful madien." He sighed in sincerity, clutching at his chest in a dramatic display but one that held merit to it.

You caused his normally controlled heartbeat to bounce out of rhythm, tickle his otherwise empty cavity with warmth that left him swooning for more.

You sent him a small smile before meekly looking away to mask the growing hue on your cheeks from his syrupy words. In that moment, Dazai found it hard to swallow as he took in your utterly adorable expression. His eyes wrinkled, love hearts practically dancing in his irises.

" God, I love you." He muttered under his breath, the newly familiar sensation of warmth flooding his cavity that had wilted in solitude for so long.

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CHŪYA, in the moment, wasn't sure what had provoked him to say those words; was it a symptom if his intoxicated state, lips stained ruby from the champagne or was it simply being around you made his brain haywire, momentarily losing himself to all of you? Whatever yielded him to the make the declaration of love, was thing was certain, he had meant it.

You guided him carefully back into your shared bedroom, stripping away his coat and other accessories before helping him down on the futon. Chūya didn't resist, allowing you to tend to him as he wobbled close behind with sluggish shoulders.

He lazily interwines his hand with yours as you settle in the futon, his other draping over your stomach. Your touch was far sweeter than anything else, a lopsided smile etching on his face. His mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol, the only coherent structure if thought was entrily consumed by you. The way you slave your hands through his hair in tangent motions made him release a deep sigh.

His fingers were fiddling with your hemline, seeking out bare skin and pressing his pads against it. " I love you." His voice was low, barely audible, drowsiness evident but gentle as he fluttered his eyelashes at you. His brain was too much in a mush to make out what you said next, your words slurring into syllables in his head, your soft voice echoing in his ears.

He wasn't looking forward to the hangover, but if he was being tended to by the person he loves most, then perhaps it would be so bad. Maybe he'll get some kisses along the way too.

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The way RANPO'S gaze lit up was clear as day when you presented him the box of fresh cookies, the aromatic scent wafting his nostrils that left him bouncing in apprehension. He wasted little time and munched on of the cookies, switching between consuming the treat and peppering your face in kisses. Your kisses felt so much sweeter, he inwardly noted as he spread a dozen anew along your cheeks.

Your giggled and nudges were futile at stopping him, his lips naturally recoil back to your face with each feeble attempt. Crumbs were smeared along his lips, the taste of the delicacy brushing along your own. The way he gazed at you, green irses wide was enough to warm up more than the freshly baked cookies did. His grin was stretched so wide, his cheeks were going to ache later.

" I love you." He murmured with each peck, voice reverberating along your cheeks, temples, and lips. " Love love love you." He murmured again, running his fingers along your forearm to bring you closer.

" You love me only because I bought you cookies." His brows furrowed at the comment, a pout coming to his lips as his hands pinched another cookie. Rather than eating it for himself, however, he brought the treat to your lips.

" Don't be ridiculous, my darling. I love you for more than any of these treats. I shall replenish this cookie to you as proof of that." He declared, his pout morphing into a grin as he fed you the cookie promptly follkwed by 'say ahh'. He leaned forward to press your lips against his, kissing away the crumbs.

" But if you ever want to want to buy me cookie again, I greatly encourage it."

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" Hey y/n," His voice broke through a silnet soothing ambiance of your shared room, ringing in the air as snuggled beside you. He shuffled closer to you, seeking out your wamrth.

You hummed in acknowledgment, and ATSUSHI could feel himself smiling. You took note of how his grip over your hand tensed up, eyes shifting around before hesitantly landing on your face.

The room had gone quiet before he spoke again.

" I love you." Normally, when he had made such declarations, his face was vibrant hue, words shaky as his palms trembled - his body surrendering to the overhealming bubbling affections in his chest. Now, however, the words came out steady, a serene expression taking on his face - a blush was still present, and you made out a faint quivering of his lips. And in truth, his heart erratically raced in his chest.

" I just wanted you to know." He added more shyly than before. His fingers traced random shapes along the exposed portion of your thighs, circles followed by a square, then a triangle.

You lifted yourself to lean against him. He couldn't help but shudder when your finger skimmed over his exposed collarbone, resting against his sternum. His heart was no doubt resonating in your ears, pounding against his chest from the intimacy. His hand went to cup the back to your head, pinching the strands.

" I love you too 'Sushi." You mumbled in sincerity, snuggling into his embrace. His body quivered slightly, giving your interwined hand a gentle squeeze. There was still so many unspoken words lingering on the tip of his tongue, sugared endearment threatening to brust.

He tilted his head to plant a kiss to your forehead; trying to keep his voice steady. " Thank you."

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KUNIKIDA thumbed through the familiar pages on his notebook, familiar handwriting starring back at him. The office was empty save for himself and yourself, sitting across from him, fiddling through the documents on your desk.

He indulged himself a moment to bask in your presence, for once selfishly succumbing to a mild reverie as he took in your details. Your foucsed visage as you reviewed over the information, the slight sigh that left you caused he arch forward for a second to catch more of your melodic sounds.

He couldn't suppress a smile when you feebly tugged on the collar of your sleeves or drummed your hands along the surface of your desk in concentration. It wasn't long until the clicking of your pen congealed with the ambiance. With anyone else, he would have reprimanded them for such vexing emotions, yet coming from you, it encouraged him to linger for a moment longer.

God - he had to suck in a breath as the sun bathed you just right, light dust particle dancing along your frame and empathizng each part of you. He was tremendously smitten with every part of you.

When he dropped his gaze back down to his hands, it hadn't even crossed his mind that his fingers continued to fiddle with the pages on his notebook. His gaze softened as he read the words; 'his ideal partner.'

His eyes skimmed over the page despite knowing the information like the back of his hand. Some of the details listed were reflected in you, and other qualities weren't. And he was okay with that.

A hum reverbated from his throat, his body straightening. With one hand still clutching the notebook, he reached out for his pen, deftly positioning it on the page. He started to rewrite some of the contents, scratching out characteristics and replacing them with one's you housed - even had it stray from his ideals originally, he was still infatuated with it.

In a rare uncharacteristically display, his fingers - almost by impulse - scribed a sentence onto the parchment. A precise and neat "I love you" was etched at the end of the paper. He couldn't help but run his finger over it, noting the light dip.

Even being the great detective he is, he can hardly start to figure the effect you had on him.

Not that he minded of course.

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