#!6briix's lab reports ⚗

[6riix]

Heyy I wanted to request a bllk drabble or headcanons for the Ubers guys (separately) x reader who is a foreigner? Or is their manager?

thank you so much :) 💕💕

A/N: HELLOOO POOOKIEEEEEHEHEHEE THIS IS SUCH A FUN IDEA TO WRITE TYSMM FOR REQUESTING THISSS

I made it headcanons where the reader is a foreigner :)

(I'm unemployed I can't write managers properly)

Ft; money guy, barou-chan!, uncle iq, black hair Rapunzel

-—> includes: crack, fluff, nicknames and some bonuses specific to certain regions (along with a dash of personal commentary.)

𓂃₊ཐི༑ཋྀ˚“𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ‘𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑙’ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ.”

「どん Lorenzo::

The amount of teasing you received when he found out your nationality good Lord 😭

No race, I repeat, absolutely NO RACE is safe from this man

His ass has the WILDEST nicknames for this Istg

When the two of you get together, he practically BEGS you to cook him some traditional food from your motherland

He follows it up by barking for you. (It was bound to happen anyways)

Sometimes when he comments on your posts or pictures, he'll use google translate to change half the sentence into your mother language (yes I threw in a মাতৃভাষা what are you gonna do huh?)

It sounds absolutely atrocious, the grammar is horrifying.

Bonus point: if you're British he's gonna post a picture with/of you using the caption 'me and my wifey who stole me from italy'

He sometimes claims to help you with the language of the country you both are in (instead of giving normal translations he changes them into insults and, some more...non family friendly things and you don't realize it.)

「 "please baby, pretty please with a cherry on top, make me this?" He says, showing you a picture of the dish on his phone. 」

「 "MY WIFEY YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS—ARF, ARF ARF!!"」 (Istg this dude has no dignity)

「オリバーAiku::

This absolute darling istg

When he first finds out your nationality he claims to know a bit about the culture (he noticed you early on and researched every ethnicity he thought you were)

He would SO try to learn your native language to impress you

He actually does end up sounding somewhat fluent BUUUTT when it comes to writing he cant spell ANYTHING

He forgot the alphabet system for your language.

I believe he's a romantic at heart so he would sometimes get you flowers from you homeland if possible.

He would sometimes mix in flowers from his as well.

Would randomly just be like "lets add your genes into the bloodline!" Often as a joke

Sometimes it's not ykwim?? He do be freaky like that tho

He would sometimes randomly say "man, my (race name) wife is gorgeous"

If he ever has to help you with languages, he always makes sure to teach you some slang and acronyms. He can't have his lover being embarrassed due to something as small as this, after all.

Bonus: if you're British he's gonna have at least one post with the caption "me and the wife that colonised me" /j

「" Are you sure you learnt the alphabet..?" You said, looking at his writing that had half a phrase written in another language and the other half written in scribbles」

「 "flowers for my darling, I made sure they felt homey just for you~" he said, spinning over towards you, holding out the boquet for you to take.」

「馬狼Barou::

Barou my respectful and strict maid king

When he first finds out your ethnicity, he doesn't really care too much, I mean this man just wants to deal with his business 😭

When he starts liking you, even just a bit, HIS ASS LEARNS THE WHOLE LANGUAGE of the country you're from

He knows more words than you 😭

If he ever sees you feeling homesick (I think we all get homesick at one point right?) He will definitely make you your comfort dish (free maggi hack for the desi girlies)

He's honestly amazing when it comes to cooking and chores so that dish is gonna be one of the best foods to ever go in your mouth (I swear he's Escoffier undercover)

If you ever have to do any legal paperwork surrounding your passport and whatnot he's gonna have all of the documents organized for you.

Unlike Lorenzo, if you ever need help with languages this man turns into Google Translate (he also assists you when it comes to learning phrases and such)

Whenever you have any cultural events coming up, he always marks them know the calendar for you.

Bonus: he sometimes tries some food from your homeland, even if he doesn't turn out to be the biggest fan of it. (second জন্মভূমি reference)

「 "love, I made you some of that food you liked. Wh- I mean the super special barō barō kyun version.."」

「"Don't worry about the documents, I dealt with them earlier. For now you have to... And...."」

蟻生Jyubei:

My glam darling snsjsksksksms

When he first learns about your nationality he's almost immediately hooked, who knows how many stylish references and gems he could find in your culture!

I feel like it would go something like him complimenting your looks and saying you look like a beauty from the race you are, to which you reply : "I am that race though?"

To this he replies with "alas, the most stylish person in the room is correct yet again."

When you two get together, one of the first activities you two would do together is researching traditional outfits (especially those he sees as exceptionally glam)

You're out here explaining differences between each type of clothing and the correct situations to wear them in.

He would be overjoyed if you styled his hair traditionally.

He enjoys looking into jewelry and traditions with you

Bonus: if you're from an area that has good bath, skin and haircare products ( Morocco, south Korea, India, etc.) he's so gonna be asking you about them a bunch of times.

Bonus 2: I feel like he would love traditional dancewear, especially the flowy type. (Such as hanfus for dance, Desi ghungurs and nupurs, dance makeup and headwear, etc.)

「"Your elegance is just as that of a blooming lotus, such glamorous eloquence..! You must be a [ ] goddess!" Absolute glam!"

"Uh- Yeah I kind of am from that area.."」

「" ‘ryu you can't wear that to a wedding, that's a funeral outfit.."」

ニ来 ikki::

First of all someone turn on the child safety lock

This dude's Smart SMART (lend me some smart too) so no doubt he would've traced down your nationality to his main guesses, which included your one aswell.

He's the type to fall first when it comes to relationships, so no doubt he would be doing his best to impress you by learning about your culture and language

When it's time to actually show off tho? This sweetheart's a stuttering mess.

The amount of time it would take him to gain the courage to talk with you at first😭😭

You love him and nervousness.

He could help you out a lot with the language of the area you're in

I feel like after a month of casual help from him, you could be able to read Japanese classical novels

If you're a student studying abroad you'll end up getting straight A's.

In the case you tell him about any cultural story with romantic undertones, this man will turn into a fully ripe, ketchup colored tomato. (get your mind out the gutter this is a minor (yes I know ketchup is made out of tomatos I just have horrible description skills))

Overall just a cute lil blushing mess

「 "uh, so like for this formula y-you basically do this and then—then-"

"Niko, I could use you as red paint for my friend's art course."」

「 ".... And then the maiden carried him away in her arms. Sweet story, don't 'ya think? Uh hello? Earth to Niko? "」

HELLOOO POUKSIKSSSSS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIC :33

Honestly this was genuinely so fun to write like hello yes I wanna write aryu obsessing over fashion (I think you can tell I have favorites)

I swear to God though, the amount of times I lost the drafts 😭 I lost it like 4 times I think? Thankfully it's done now tho (*ˊᗜˋ*)

Anyways guys make sure to drink water and take scroll breaks to stare at your ceiling to rest your eyes! Thank you for reading and see you soon!

[6riix]

Hey…a lil shy bc this is my first time requesting in a while (*´∀`) but just a prompt you can do whatever you want with this

Any character x reader whose ability is basically super luck?? Whatever they want is granted (whatever they want it or not) and it’s like the gods are on their side BUT! When they were younger someone started a cult aboutt reader and they were taken advantage of for most of their life (not sexually btw, just like they were forced to act like an angel or divine being)

If anyone couldn’t tell this is kinda based off of lucky cyan from tbhx !! (￣▽￣), have a good day and remember to eat

HEEEEYYYYLLOOOOOOO BABYYYGUERRLLLLLLLL SEEN THIS IS SUCH A COOL REQ!! Super sorry for taking so long forgive me for that pleaseeee >∆<

I tweaked the ability a teensy weensy bit for the plot so I hope that's okay :)

╰┈➤platonic/romantic , hurt comfort

˙∘˚♡╰┈┈➢edogawa Ranpo x reader

𓂃₊ཐི༑ཋྀ˚Sweet clover ࿐

The usual hum of work in the detective agency varied day to day. On some days there would be a larger amount of scoldings plated out by the agency's strict idealist for none other than the brunette genius who had maybe over a few thousand ideas when it came to getting under the other man's skin. On other days, there would be a few louder screams of terror and pain seeping out from under the door of the operation room.

Each day had a a few differences when it came to the background noise of the office, and today, the crunchy metallic sound of crisps bags and candies , along with the sound of a sweet little hum and scribbling upon the edges of old papers was missing.

It was also today that the agency's world class genius known as Ranpo Edogawa, along with the fortunate gem the other members had nicknamed as ‘lady luck's favourite child’, were out to solve a new case surrounding yet another murder. Well, Ranpo was doing most of the solving part. His partner was mainly there just to assist with other things, such as the transportation and the backup in case things went South, which— they rarely did, but it's never to bad to stay extra prepared, right?

The two detectives arrived at their destination via train, followed up with a taxi because the smarter, glasses bearing one had arbitrarily declared that he was much too tired to walk all the way to where the duo had agreed to meet the clients, at an abandoned school building, overflowing with strange weeds (iykyk) and vines. Maybe it was due to the overabundance of grey clouds, warning many of the oncoming rain or storm, or maybe it was for another reason, but the whole structure gave the half of the duo, who actually knew how the train systems worked, an extremely eerie feel.

The both of them walked into an empty room on the ground floor, likely the counselors office given it's more humble size. In the middle of the room, upon thecold cement floor, devoid of tiles, wood or even carpeting, lay the victim herself. Kurosawa Mikasa, nicknamed Mika according to the parents.

There didn't seem to be too many details about the victim out, as apparently she was quite a bit secretive with everyone around her, but that would have no big deal for the world's greatest detective, who at the moment was causing a scene with a policeman who seemed to be in his late 30's. Thankfully there was no one to see it, other than you, the younger officer who called to both of you over to the spot,and the concerned parents of the victim, who had traced out the girls whereabouts using a tracker installed in her phone used to find it in case it got lost.

It was tragically funny how a simple object used for finding something so mundane had led the parents to the building in which their eldest daughter—no, their eldest daughter's corpse, was laying. If it weren't for that bag containing the phone, along with other items such as a fancy keychain, which was relatively simple but had brilliant craftsmanship, the kind that was too rare to find in an average store. It seemed to be part of a matching pair, depicting a swan with a tiny magnet attached at its forehead, well camaflouged within the metal piece, embroidered with carvings of lotuses and wings.

Soon enough, the arguing had seemed to die down. Most likely because the officer had realized the other three people in the room were staring at him engage in a battle of words with a man who looked no older than fifteen (yet in reality was twenty six.) This was like a blessing to the most fortunate individual in the room, who was on the verge of madness for if the mindless bickering infront of the eyes of a pair of grieving parents had lasted even a second longer, she might as well have joined Mika in the afterlife.

Eventually Ranpo had gotten to solving the case, beginning with his usual procedures of bragging about his greatness, then straight to his solving. He took less than 0.9 seconds to figure out the evidence, and 1.1 to figure out who had caused the victims death. Along with 0.2 second of processing time, it took him 2.2 seconds to figure the whole case out.

"The culprit is...over there." he stated matter of factly, pointing towards the top of the central stairs leading up to the senior classrooms.

It seemed the officer who had a knack for being stubborn and unaccepting was yet again against the detective's judgement, as he had gone over to check if the killer was there. It was likely if the perpetrator had heard him, he would have been dead in seconds. However, thanks to your ability which you had activated within a split second, he didn't. A bullet had soared through the air and landed right next to his diagonally extended frame, digging itself into the concrete floor while leaving cracks resembling thunder all around it.

Your ability could bring the fates to your side and paint a stroke of extreme luck whenever needed. You just had to keep the objective in mind, such as this time, where it was 'make the guy miss every shot till he runs out of bullets.'

Unfortunately, your ability often had a nasty consequence you'd never see coming, which was mainly the reason why you rarely ever used it unless it was needed.

It seemed the murderers attention had by now shifted, from the police to the parents. More specifically, the mother. A bullet was fired, at the perfect angle to hit her eye, yet it had some how changed trajectories and instead went through her hair, which seemed to be extra fluffy at the base, considering how the bullet had whizzed right through it, without even so much as grazing her scalp.

"Thank that one over to the left wall, it must be that lucky ability!" Yelled the older officer over to the mother, who upon realising the situation was stunned and in a daze (drunk dazed mention??) From the sheer shock of having a bullet shot towards you (American students would know/j) .

This grabbed the the killer's attention. If he got rid of the ability user, he could potentially leave everyone in the room defenseless. So, with his focus on the one who was favoured by the gods, using an aim that seemed to be absolutely perfect, he shot a bullet at them, with the intent to kill.

The bullet had never come out, the magazine was empty. With a swift motion, the young cop—who had sneakily moved closer to the shooter by exiting the room through a window and entering through a closer one, disarmed the perpetrator and handcuffed him. Well, that was a relief.

·

The mother just sat there, in disbelief. It seemed as if a miracle had happened just for her, and it was you who caused it. It was as if you were her one and only saviour in these dire times, her light. Her god.

As you and Ranpo were preparing to leave, you felt an arm on your ankle.

'The divine messenger will bless you if you fall to her ankles'!

You looked over, it was the mother. She was at your feet, with tears staining her cheek. She was trembling and frantically trying to get a hold of you.

"Y-you—you are my saviour-! Please, let me be of service to you—I'll do whatever I can!"

Ah.

That brought back too many memories, none of which you wanted to remember.

-

"Dress her in the finest silk, she's the divine messenger after all!"

"Put those pins in her hair, my goodness she looks disgusting, dress her right! "

"Sit her down over there, on that bench! No you fool, the other one!"

Those would be the words which plagued your mornings, bringing upon an unpleasant reminder of who you were seen as to people. The messenger of the gods who could grant wishes to people and increase their luck. Rituals with you as the center, separation from the rest of society, clothing made only to look nice. It was terrible.

Every once in a while, a servant or cultist would enter, to whom you would ask something or complain to, and every time it ended in the same fashion, with them becoming all giddy and formal with you, before eventually running out. At one point, you just stopped talking to them. It was better that way.

People would come to you with their troubles and break down, but you simply couldn't help them. It was better if they just left, that was what you thought would help. If they just sorted out their life and realised that you weren't a miracle granting god, they could at the very least escape the maddening cult you were forced to be the center of. Yet thanks to your ability, your wishes came true and people started leaving, leading to a decline in the cults members and visitors. This resulted in you having to take all the blame, but was it really your fault? After all, you couldn't control your thoughts. But they wouldn't take that as an answer—they wanted their profits and followers; they wanted the community they once had back.

It was excruciating, they would leave you alone in a room for days with nothing to do.

You were going insane.

It was impossible to live like this.

You needed a saving grace.

That was what lead Fukuzawa to find you. He recruited you, and even if you were still having trouble with some things, he let you work as a detective. He had saved you.

He was also the reason you met Ranpo and Yosano, the two people you could confide in and trust. The two who out of many, treated you as an equal first. Eventually, the old cuts began to heal. They left a bruise, which you were careful to step around, which you never discussed after being saved, for it may ruin what you have now. Yet it was this very day that bruise had been pressed upon a bit too much.

–

It seemed you had already left and were on a train. You don't quite remember finding it and boarding, but here you were sitting in the 3rd car, with only 5 commuters, out of which 3 we're asleep. The other two were you and Ranpo it seemed, did he navigate the train system himself? No, that probably wasn't the case. But then how would you two have been riding in the train? Also—what happened to the case-? Did you miss anything-? You don't remember saying goodbye as you usually did to people so what had-

Ah, you remember.

"Y-you—you are my saviour-! Please, let me be of service to you—I'll do whatever I can!"

You didn't want to remember, it was too much. Had you really not changed? Maybe you hadn't- you still were that divine being, even a client could recognize it, what did she think of you, what did you even do, oh god—you were still that thing—why, why didn't you change, why were you such a curse to those who just wanted good luck— if only you hadn't thought of them leaving, why did you do that—it was all on you, it was because of you people lost their source of income, if you had thought of something else they all would have–

"...-chan!"

You looked over, startled. Ranpo was calling out your name.

"Snap out of it, what happened was just a coincidence, you didn't cause it. Stop beating yourself up over it. "

A ray of light in total darkness.

Ranpo was acting as your saving grace—no, he was your saving grace. It was one of the reasons you had confided in him about how you felt about many things, it was a reason you let him see your vulnerabilities (bffr he already figured those out as soon as he saw you)

Somehow you had ended up with your face buried in his shoulder, tears staining his previously clean coat. Not that he complained about it though, you really did need that cry. At one point, his hands has threaded themselves into your now messy hair, providing comfort with his touch upon your scalp. Who knows, maybe you had also received a snack from him to cheer you up, but that stays a secret between you two.

A small reminder of the comfort you could relish in whenever needed, a promise to your trust which he always had.

HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK A SHIT TONNA TIME 😭

my brain hurts from writing this but that's okay it's long I like it and I hope u do too (fanfic rizz) I'm literally dyingjh

Also for some reason I kept imagining reader as kafka from hsr or like hi3 idk I don't play any of those games but dang-

Anyways guys j hope u survived ts drink water pls don't be like me stay hydrated listen to jpop and have a good day bye gang see u soon mwa mwa

@stellas-starry-sillies13

[6riix]

Ooh that platonic kid reader x chuuya was fun!

Imagine how chuuya will act if the kid he mentored acted like little dazai XD but still liked chuuya

CW: crack, lots of it. Maybe a little dose of fluff to keep you healthy.

Platonic Chuuya x gn! Reader

Dreaming about chuuya and a student that gives him war flashbacks from when he used to work with dazai.

This young and to be fair, brilliant student of his caused him nothing short of a migraine every mission. It was interesting how they always managed to outwit the enemy through their enhanced capabilities when it came to the topic of intelligence and problem solving (or causing, depending on the situation) yet for some reason, also annoyed the living hell out of their mentor.

After a successful mission, you would expect them to be tired, but no—they were as energetic as ever and were for some unknown reason, trying to jump off the nearest bridge into a large body of water. And their poor old mentor, Chuuya nakahara had to drag them back just to return them back to the quarters or their home. It seemed that their boss had taken a liking to the student, almost always having a bit of praise for them. It was all quite familiar, after all, his previous work partner, whom he still sometimes works with on rare occasions, was the carbon copy of the little child he mentored. Maybe they could be changed for the better, to not be led down the cunning path that the other half of double black had taken, or maybe there wasn't any hope. There was a lot to yet be discovered for the kid who had joined Yokohama's underworld so early in their life. And until they had grown into atleast an adult, there was still much hope for them.

🍨

If you were to go through the student's phone, you would find that their vertically challenged (T/N: short) mentor was saved as their favourite contact.

It was quite reasonable, really. They didn't seem to have anyone else to rely on for help, and Chuuya was easy to talk to. Sure, sometimes he did get a bit mad at them for doing something utterly ridiculous, yet— it was with him a sense of empathy and sweet humour, which allowed the child to speak freely around them. It was the same case as a student, who would tell their thoughts to a certain, funny and kind teacher. The type of teacher who was always ready to help you no matter what. It was often that these teachers taught their students the best, whether it came to life lessons or to the actual subject.

It was once recalled by Mr. Nakahara's student, a conversation, with the topic being a previous executive in the mafia they worked in. The executive was known to be young and demon-like, reigning terror to all those who opposed the organization. Yet, despite this, he was childish and reckless. It was quite a familiar story, really. Yet the ending was more or less 'bad' in the eyes of the loyal little student. But despite that, it was a story of a smart, cunning man, who always had his way around things, in such an unnatural way that it felt as if he wasn't even human. And after hearing that story, being human was in their eyes, the ultimate task to always complete.

Maybe it would be through their behavior, maybe through their emotions. But nevertheless, it was their new dream, to be like their mentor, truly human.

A program made of at most 2853 lines of code.

I'm not even gonna lie I forgot how many codes Chuuya is made up of 😭 (#failingCS)

Anyways gang I hope you liked this one make sure to do your homework so that it's submitted and readable (reference to a pin I saw on Pinterest) drink water and having a sparkly, heart racing, chewy, adorable, fluffy, exciting day! See you around this corner soon :)

[6riix]

Can you do headcanons for TBHK (yashiro, Hanako, mitsuba, kou, Sakura and Tsukasa) characters x fem reader that is obsessed with the paranormal and loves to go with her partner in the wonders boundaries (even theirs if they have one)

Anyways that's all take care of yourself and drink water! 💧

✾✿❀❁✾✿❀❁✾✿❀❁✾✿❀❁

*peaceful picture of the day/night*

Holy moly Sakura mention in this economy 😍😍😍 we're bouta piss her off so bad can't wait lmao (also super duper sorry about the delay I got a bit slow 😭)

╰┈➤ft; sakura nananime, Yashiro Nene, hanako, mitsuba, Minamoto kou, tsukasa, and as a bonus, Minamoto teru (I have this man as my wallpaper I don't play abt him)

CW:: may contain spoilers for the manga. Read with caution.

Nene Yashiro::

Let's be realistic, you would be better at handling all these rumors and spirits than her

Honestly Yashiro would be genuinely glad to have someone who's actually excited about all this paranormal stuff because if we gonna be honest, she isn't really the biggest fan of them.

Sometimes she would take you with her on her boundary exploration trips with Hanako (for the sake of yuri let's say you two weren't officially together at the time.)

I swear you always got lost in the boundary when that happened.

On top of all the yorishiro stuff, she also had to look for you 😭 (help this girl lmfao)

If you were to get in danger she would do ANYTHING to save you

Basically hananene if hanako wasn't an apparition

I feel like you two would keep a supernatural journal thing where you write down about apparitions and wonders you have encountered

Hanako::

POWER COUPLE POWER COUPLE

Best duo to ever exist trust me

He would drag you around EVERYWHERE

And I mean EVERYWHERE.

chances are he would find out boundary drama just to spill it to you (it's all made up)

He would likely sadly be a bit more secretive with you, as your interest and curiosity could put you in danger

Let's be fr he would make up things like lucky hugs and protection kisses just to give you affection (you fell for it)

He would be constantly talking about you to tsuchigomori and yako when the three of them hang out (trust me they do it's canon)

Maybe he would even introduce you to them

Yako approved when she saw how excited you were to see her (who wouldn't be tbh i mean it's THE yako)

Tsuchigomori's got a new kid to deal with😔😔

Back to Hanako, while he most likely does have a boundary, he never let's you enter it for some reason

He's too afraid of you getting hurt or losing you to anything supernatural as technically he has the highest rankings within the wonders

Btw he would take you on boundary dates

The fun kind like the summer festival boundary

Overall it would just be so fun with him like you would never run out of jokes to laugh about or to crack

10/10 would reccomend

Sakura nananime::

She would be SO PISSED OFF

Homegirl would be dragging you back by the collar whenever you went running off

It's like having a hyperactive pet

She MIGHT let you travel into a boundary if you manage to please her enough (she won't.)

Unless you're super responsible every time you're with her when it comes to supernatural and radio room shenanigans you're out.

However, you're frequently allowed to enter the room as long as recording is not in progress

We love a tired queen

You would be besties with natsuhiko that's for sure

The best annoy-the-living hell-out-of-Sakura duo

If you're luck is genuinely good, she'll take you on a date to a pretty boundary (if she wanted to she would ladies)

Listen to your wife ladies she's the best

20/10 we love Sakura

Nananime Sakura for the win

Tsukasa::

Uh yeah good luck with him

Would definitely try to feed you an apparition

If you liked the supernatural you're gonna hate them now

Might give you trauma but that's okay

You're both super excited about hanging out in boundaries and doing supernatural stuff tbh

This time you're the one dragging him by the collar to keep him in place

While you're normally not afraid of him, sometimes his seemingly crude and ruthless acts might scare you

In that case however, he might give you the season 1 Yashiro treatment (from number 3's boundary)

You two manage to give the entire broadcasting room a headache I swear to god

But it's useful at times to get some stuff done

Sometimes you two speak while Sakura is broadcasting the rumors, which leads to a dead woman turning into a twink (gone) with a guitar

Wildest duo to ever step foot on the world

11/10 would reccomend

You're officially my daughter in law he's literally my son

He would freak out so bad when you do something remotely dangerous that's supernatural related

Bffr he would be much more scared for himself than you

But who cares about that we have the best part now

So we all know how he's a wonder now right.. Just imagine this cutie showing off his ghost apparition whatnot tricks to you

Like my heart cannot 😭

He makes you so happy by showing you the stuff he can do with the new form (small spoilers, I think?) Tsukasa made him like hello yes he's definitely gonna show you how cool those little aspects of his outfit can be during battle

Like Yashiro, you two would also likely keep a supernatural style journal. However, instead of writing about boundaries and apparitions, you would write down about cool ghost stories you heard

Half of it turns into a paranormal moodboard and scrapbook though

Hey but on the bright side it looks cute

If you're into fashion, he would sometimes click cute photos of you wearing an outfit based off a rumor

He once used the wrong camera and the photos turned out looking like an actual ghost.

SPOOKY SLEEPOVERS SPOOKY SLEEPOVERS

He would be dead asleep.

Overall 37/10 he's absolutely adorable

Minamoto Kou::

My guy is just like "wait huh-"

He would most likely take you with him on his exorcism runs if possible

You two would just look so happy oh my goodness 😭

I strongly believe that Kou himself doesn't dislike paranormal activity in general, but he has to exorcise spirits out of duty to keep people safe (and to be like his brother)

Oh, and ghost pancakes.

He would make you occult theme food sometimes and honestly? It's the best thing you've ever had

Sometimes the two of you'll work together while making it, even better.

Ghost stories and spooky food is your go to activity together

The two of you would sometimes just watch those paranormal activity caught on camera videos and documentaries together

He would be more scared than you ofc but he would obviously try to hide it.

Also, while watching these he'll make you the best pasta you've ever had, and yes it's specifically pasta.

Overall 70/10 best experience everrr

Uh hi gang 😭

This took me a shit tonna time to do since like my mom's home and she's gonna get mad if she sees me on Tumblr (or any other app tbh) but like I'm trying okay 😭😭

Sorry about the fact that it's a bit rushed and not the best, I wish I couldve done better ╥﹏╥

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading and have a spectacular day or night! I hope to see you around soon!

[6riix]

OKK hiii!!! I'm Lowkey kinda scared to request 😭 but could you do a Dazai x reader except with a S/O who is shy or reserved more because as a kid she grew up like really fast. Like she had a lot of attitude and was already doing adult things (Like Partying, drinking, and sleeping with older people) for fun because she had a Traumatic past (Like her parents neglected her and stuff) at like a really young age. So she was like used a lot around others so she doesn't really open up a lot anymore. BONUS if she knew Dazai at that age because maybe her family worked for the PM so she used to talk to Mori and stuff. Sorry if this is too much LOL!!! Anyways byeee!

Dear nonsie: – HIIII DEARRIEEE THIS IS LITERALLY AN AMAZING REQUEST ILOVETHIS SO SO MUCH ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE IT AS COOL AS POSSIBLE MWA MWA THANKUUU FOR BEING MY FIRST REQ EHEHEHE

CW; underage drinking, implied se𝔵., cussing

If any of the items listed above bring you discomfort, please click off immediately. Also click off if at any point you feel uncomfortable reading. Your mental health and safety is worth more than a fic. No beta

𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛g

Amidst the bustling and busy city of Yokohama, there were always a few corners which would stay covered in shadows.

Oftentimes more than not, these corners were full of the strings that set the scene for the city.

Strings made up of fear, protection, money and rules. Namely they were the most important establishments in the area: the Port Mafia, whose name alone would send shivers down a civilian's spine, the armed detective agency, who, even if not known of by most, ensured safety for all kinds of people, regardless of gender, age or status, and finally, the government itself, with it's ever changing rules and controversies, along with its hand hand in all lives visible to the light.

Yokohama's shadows were busy.

Yet in the night where all guards were a bit low, would be a small piece of heaven, within the home of Dazai Osamu.

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Moonlight filtered through the clouds into the home, casting a ray of light that split his room in half, before eventually engulfing the wall opposite to the window entirely.

In the shadow of this light, sat a man and his lover, in a peaceful silence that spoke thousands of words.

Dazai Osamu, Osamu to his beloved, was never a shy person. in fact, he was the exact opposite; bold and extroverted. The same thing could not be said for the woman sitting next to him, with her knees propped up to her chest and her chin resting upon her arms. Her face was beautiful in the moonlight, just as it had always been ever since Dazai had met her. Her face had remained unchanged, she still had that same soft gaze she got when she was lost in the forest known as her thoughts. Those eyes, the eyes that had the same formation as a piece of crystal topaz, glanced over to him for a splitting second, then went back to whatever they were previously looking at.

She seemed to be the same, yet a lot had changed. A lot had changed since Dazai met her, a lot had changed before he met her.

The daughter of the PM's best informat and spy was different.

She was no longer what she used to be.

The sassy, clever girl who always had a whole line of defense ready in a split second when she felt she was going to be insulted, had changed. It was hard to determine whether that change was the best thing that had happened or if it was just like any other change, only happening due to a few overlapping coincidences, without true purpose. Yet, one thing seemed evident and it was that the one loved by the moonlight gracing the night had broken free of one of the many shackles of life.

People say that the most important stage in a person's life is childhood as it shapes their personality, morals and values. The upbringing of a person plays all sorts of roles in the actions they take. The job of a parent is to ensure their child is brought up in such a way, they can be a decent, kind person. Kids learn from the adults around them, so they need a good environment to grow up in. A proper environment ensures a child does not engage in acts which may harm themselves or the people around them.

In the eyes of parents, that was just an unnecessary extra step.

It didn't matter what happened to the kid, as long as the parents got to keep their honor and dignity, they were alright.

It was the life of many children all over the world, and the life of the daughter of the mafias slyest dog.

Often times, she would be seen pacing the halls, waiting for someone or maybe, something. Sometimes she would catch a glimpse of a mop of brown hair and bandages, complaining lazily or playing games on his switch. It would be reasonable to talk to him, to at least chase away her boredom for some time, yet it felt too immature and childish for the girl, who instead decided upon chatting with her parents' boss, Mori Ougai, head of the port mafia.

To the average person even attempting to talk to Mori was like a death wish, yet for the little woman, it was a task as easy as breathing itself. Maybe it could've been the boss's preference for younger people to talk with, but nobody would dare to say that. After all, everyone wanted to keep their heads in their shoulders. Well, everyone, except for a certain executive.

Days would go by as the girl talked to the boss, yet even he had his fair share of work, so alone she would be again. No one to talk to, no one to show off to, no one to look after her. Most importantly, no one to give her attention.

Two years would pass this way, till² finally, she managed to find a perfect escape, which was the small, nameless pub the girl found within the midst of an assortment of random buildings ranging from average, copy and paste cafes to strange restaurants and cheap, run down hotels.

It was the perfect place for her, really. People bored out of their minds were always ready to lend an ear and listen to whatever she wanted to say, those on the smarter side had no problem with holding a conversation, spinning in the roundabout of topics till they found something better to do and she would sometimes even receive gifts from people. It was a seemingly warm place, yet it was evident that the people only liked the girl because of her youth. She herself knew that, yet it was still hard to give up all this ‘love’ and attention for such a truth. It didn't matter what happened, as long as you were seen, right? Well that's what the sheep dressed in the clothing of a wolf said.

Eventually she would end up drinking, whether it be due to a stupid little dare or something else, she ended up ingesting alcohol willingly. It should be noted that when people say alcoholic drinks make one reckless, they definitely are not lying. After all, more than once has the young woman woken up in an older man's bed, whom she barely recalled. More than once has she ended up at parties, moving her body against that of a strangers. It was all supposed to be amazing. It was all supposed to keep her happy, keep her loved and acknowledged. Yet there was only one truth;

It was horrible.

Those touches, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, it all felt disgusting. It made her feel horrible, it made her feel disgusting. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, where did she go wrong? Well, it was clear. The idea of catching the eye of strangers, especially that of old businessmen, was horrible in itself, but doing that drunk was a certain recipe for disaster.

It was a disaster that would leave tears upon her cheeks, on the path home. It was a disaster that would leave her crying in the arms of whoever that was walking in front of her, even if those arms were covered with a thousand bandages to hide wounds, old and new.

It was what would be the first root to their willow tree of adoration, and it was that encounter which would leave the two as the weaknesses of one another.

The things that happened due to that thunderstorm of an experience in each other's life had uprooted many trees, yet—it had proved to be the rainwater needed to grow a new, healthier tree.

Sometimes Dazai would be left questioning, what would have happened if you hadn't made that decision—what would have happened if he hadn't been strolling through that very road at that very time? But that was a question to ponder upon for another time. For now, it was simply better to enjoy the fleeting moment and the sweet silence of healing that came with it.

Y'ALL ISTG TS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO WRITE I SWEAR I'M USUALLY NOT THIS SLOW 😭🤚—

On an extra side note, I had my literature exam today (26/5/2025) and when I tell you I came out the exam Hall with only ONE minute left and my hands and knees trembling 😭

I didn't see how long the qp was and no joke as I finish up my author's life short note and look at the remaining page, I see TWO WHOLE ASS SECTIONS AND 5 MINUTES LEFT ON THE CLOCK- LIKE GIRLLL 😭

The way I fully speedran the mcq and wrote a critical analysis of all the worlds a stage in that amount of time like that's a full on LIFETIME achievement (every critical analysis has to be over like 12 lines and facts) Im not surprised I could barely walk after the exam. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the fic (how did this thing take more than 3 days to write) and I hope you have a great day, see you around soon! :3

[6riix]

Could you write ranpo cuddling fluff plz 🥹 tyy

Listen this thing has been swirling in the line between my concious and subconscious for a week by now after receiving this request but I didn't have enough time to write it (my mom would get mad asf if she saw me writing fics y'all 😭)

╰┈➤ranpo x f!reader

𓂃₊ཐི༑ཋྀ˚The forgotten tale of a constellation

An unusually wet summer day filled with the rain of a coming monsoon brought a slightly cool chill to the city of Yokohama. It was evident that there was still a wave of boiling heat left to wash over the area, due to it being only the middle of June, but the shower of rain from the often clear sunny skies brought along hope for good crop growth and dispelled the worry of a coming drought. Yet though the day was cooler than others, there was still the sticky summer heat plaguing civilians all over, leading to the air conditioning systems being found running in almost each building in the area. The fan would have worked just fine but many had seemed to prefer the quicker way of cooling down their rooms, or maybe they just

The occupants of the room lay in a shared futon, one asleep while the other lay awake, gazing out the small window which allowed the twinkling starlight to reach her eyes. It was quite cold in the room, yet the fan was broken, so the air conditioner was the only means to not burn up in the heat. It was a bit ironic how without the AC they would be boiling in the heat, yet with it they would be laying under their futon covers desperately trying to keep warm. But maybe that was just the way life was, always a bit too extreme. But sometimes, maybe, just maybe, it was possible to find a bit of balance within that ever changing chaotic choreography, despite the fact that those moments of balance were fleeting, always hard to catch.

Due to the rain earlier, it seemed the sky had cleared up that night, taking along a good bit of air pollution for a short while, so now it was possible to see quite a few stars. You could recognize the glowing Sirius, a seemingly fainter Adhara,(listen I don't know astronomy) the Pollux and finally, the one laying right next to you, the brightest star (even if not in the sky), ranpo. (9lana-propose hits so hard while writing this)

The creeping being of sleep had long used him as her canvas, painting his features with that familiar sense of peace and rest, one that softened them, giving him an ethereal look. It somewhat resembled the face of a sleeping cherub (those little creepy winged Cupid babies) , without a worry or thought in the world, only pure bliss.

Ever so often, a gust of cool air from the conditioner would graze against his face, blowing a small bit of hair and sending it flying up, only for it to return to normal a second later.

Oh, how beautiful he looked.

How ethereal he seemed under this trance, with sleep gracing his every feature, from the soft flutter of his gorgeous eyelashes from the wind which seemed to slightly stir that trance, to his warm hand right next to yours, which lay limp, in contact with his pinky finger, slightly cold due to the temperature of the room. (Good Lord this line was hard to figure out)

You lay gazing from his face to the digital clock—which read 2:27AM, then finally to wall, where your eyes rested as thoughts passed through your mind only to be forgotten a moment later. It was maybe around six minutes later, you felt the warmth of something pressing against you, which lead your eyes back from the wall to ranpo. Maybe it wasn't quite the surprising scene to see him pressed up right against you, his head lodged in the crook of your neck with his arms holding you close, as if he were afraid to let you go. There was a faint scent of strawberry and chocolate on him, likely from the pack of candy you had gotten him yesterday as a small gift. The memories of your worry over his incoming reaction to them, the frustration when it came to picking the candies, replayed in your head, filling you with relief and joy over the fact that he had enjoyed them—loved them even. It was the type of thing that filled you with gratitude and glee upon thought, a calm memory which heals, surrounded by the storm of life which ate away at your time and spirit.

Your hands travelled to his hair, tucking a stray strand behind his ears (why the fuck is Fein playing rn that stuffs not even in my playlist). The symphony of a soft smile played upon your face (I just wanna be part of your symphonnyyyyyyyyyyyy) , born out of pure love for the man asleep next to you, clinging on to your presence as if it were his saving grace. Your heart may clenched with how he seeked out your warmth, your affection. The way his breath simply escaped through his delicate, soft parted lips, the rise and fall of his chest against yours, all of him in general, it all captivated you—it always did, for his very being to you, was alike to the life which was born from the death of a star, your hope within torrents of despair, the flowers which bloomed during the monsoon that caused dilapidation through the towns.

Your eyes closed as a sigh escaped from your lips with a light exhale, peace taking over your system, just as it always did when you were with Ranpo—no surprises, only his brilliance and joy. Maybe there were a few, but they hadn't been noticed yet, just as the his eyes, which were gazing at you hadn't been.

Oftentimes, saviours don't realise that they changed someone's life for the better, they seem to do it for some unknown reason, maybe kindness or duty, yet—despite the cause, the saving grace would always be regarded with the highest respect from the saved. Sometimes the most love, sometimes with the most admiration. But it's clear that always, no matter what, that adoration will remain, even in the worst of times.

There was an old Greek tale of a box, which contained all miseries in the world. Upon opening, they were unleashed to wreak havoc upon all those who didn't deserve it. Yet with that misery came a splinter of hope, which never left the box. For as long as there would be misery, a bit of hope, a saving grace, would always be waiting.

HELP WHAT JUST HAPPENED 😭

This failed so bad smh where did my writing skills go 🤦‍♀️anyways hope you guys enjoyed loved this like and subscribe yadda yadda I forgot ok let's kiss now mwah mwah bye see you aroundddd