#ranpo edogawa scenarios

[lovedazai]

WHEN YOU CAN’T FALL ASLEEP

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor

p.s.! ₊˚. for all my sleepy girls (gn) we’re in this together

DAZAI ー dazai’s futon doesn’t allow you much space to move. you try to shift again, as delicately as you can with his body curled around yours. no matter how hard you tried to match your breathing to his, close your eyes, and relax, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep tonight.

the last thing you want is to disturb him. dazai barely got enough rest, only sleeping through the night occasionally; he looks so pretty when he does, with his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, letting out soft, shallow breaths against your chest through his parted lips.

you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and dropping your head back onto your pillow, when you hear a familiar whine, and your stomach drops.

he lifts his head, mumbling your name. his eyes are lidded, cheeks warm and imprinted by the wrinkles from your shirt. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you try to urge his head back down, rubbing his scalp in the way you know he loves. “i’m okay. go back to sleep, ‘samu.”

you tilt your head to the side, looking down at him. he folds his arms against your chest, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.

“you’re not a good liar,” he smiles. it’s small and sleepy, and you wish you had enough energy to kiss it off his face.

“i can’t sleep,” you sigh. “but you should. it’s still early, i think.”

you try to peek at the time on your phone as he leans up on his elbows, turning your face towards his. he kisses your forehead, trailing down until his lips press against the space between your eyebrows, then down to the bridge of your nose.

“how am i supposed to kiss you awake if you don’t fall asleep first?” he whispers, tracing his thumb beneath your eye. you kiss the side of his wrist, leaning into his hand.

he pulls himself up until your positions are swapped, with his head on the pillow, and your head on his chest. he rests his cheek against your hair as he drags his fingertips down the back of your neck, rubbing little circles between your shoulder blades.

he hums softly, a song you can’t quite place. even barely murmuring, you can hear the sweetness in his voice, like he simply couldn’t hold in his adoration for you.

the calm beat of his heart and the soft vibrations from his chest soothe your mind. all your thoughts slip away, only a faraway whisper of sweet dreams, my love and the soft press of lips against your forehead before you fall asleep.

CHUUYA ー you can hear chuuya’s quiet movements as he comes home from a late night mission, a mumbled curse slipping from his mouth when he’s a little too loud taking off his shoes. he cracks the bedroom door open, eyebrows raising when he sees you.

“you’re still awake?” he opens the door further. “you okay, baby?”

you nod into your comforter, watching blearily as he pulls his gloves off by each finger before he brushes your bangs away from your face.

“i’ll be right back,” he whispers, bending down to kiss your forehead. “don’t wait for me if you can help it, alright?”

you nod again, eyes falling shut as he kisses your forehead one more time. you hear the gentle thud of his dresser drawer closing, the sound of leather hitting the bathroom floor. you don’t know how much time has passed when you open your eyes again, looking up at him in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“c’mon,” he squeezes your hand, sheets falling to your waist as he pulls you to sit up. “let’s go for a drive.”

the cool leather of chuuya’s car seat isn’t as comfortable as your bed, but you can already feel the heaviness in your chest start to dissipate as he drives.

you rest your head on the tinted window, looking out at the passing buildings. his hand rests against your thigh, and you lift it off, just enough for you to slide your fingers in between his own.

there aren’t many people out on the road this late, but he’s still careful, only sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. with the security and warmth that comes from chuuya’s presence next to you, and the gentle movement of the car, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to fall shut.

when he looks over and sees your face, completely relaxed, he exhales, sagging in relief against his headrest. he can’t get enough of you, bundled up in his passenger seat, holding his hand firmly, even in your sleep.

he’ll drive around a little longer, he decides, just to watch the way the lights wash over your pretty face, highlighting the curve of your cheekbones, the pretty pink of your lips.

at least it’d be no problem for him to carry you back to bed.

RANPO ー every night, ranpo curls on top of you with the lingering scent of freshly baked pastries clinging to his skin, and his messy hair tickling your jaw from how he nuzzles his face against your neck.

his body is always a comforting weight, but sleep evades you tonight. you stare up at the ceiling, gently drawing little shapes through his shirt with your finger.

“i know you’re awake.”

you jump when he whispers in your ear, heart rate spiking painfully in your chest. he lifts his head up; his eyes are open, bright green and staring at you. the tips of your noses brush from how close he is.

“your thoughts woke me up,” he answers before you can ask, poking your forehead. “they’re too loud.”

“sorry,” you sigh, wincing when he flicks your forehead.

“why are you apologizing?” he whispers, tilting his chin up to kiss the spot he flicked. “go to sleep.”

“i can’t,” you whine, childishness rivaling his own.

“that’s ‘cause you’re not trying hard enough,” he mumbles, pout evident in his voice. “your eyes aren’t even closed.”

he traces his finger down the bridge of your nose, then up again. he grazes your hairline as he travels across your forehead next, and your eyes grow heavy with each movement, slowly falling shut.

“ranpoー”

“shhh,” he smooths his thumb along your eyebrow, making his way back down your nose. “go to sleep.”

he keeps tracing your features, even after your eyes are all the way closed and your face is completely relaxed beneath his hand. he brushes his fingers across your cupid’s bow, tracing down to the plush of your bottom lip.

“there,” he whispers, leaving butterfly kisses along your jaw as he nuzzles back into you. “that’s better.”

FYODOR ー you’ve been teetering on the edge of sleep ever since you first laid down, hours ago. you’re sure it’s the early hours of the morning by now, and you sigh, stretching your arm to the other side of the bed. it’s cold, sheets still untouched.

it was rare fedya came to bed at night, no matter how much you wished he would. curling into his side always helped you rest easier. his presence is a calming one, maybe only to you.

you bundle up your blanket, holding it in place around your shoulders as you get out of bed. the ends trail along the hallway floor like a cloak as you tiptoe to his office. the steady sound of him typing comes to a stop as soon as you open the door, and he turns around in his chair, just enough to look at you.

“what are you doing up at this hour?” his eyebrows furrow, like the hypocrite he is.

“i don’t know,” you mumble around a yawn. “i just missed you.”

he swivels completely to face you, opening his arms. he makes no complaints about accommodating you as you sit on his lap, curling yourself around him, cheek falling to rest against his shoulder. you shift to look at his screens, monitor light seeming so much brighter to your tired eyes in the darkness of his office.

“don’t look at those,” he tilts your head further into his shoulder. “you’ll only keep yourself awake longer.”

you press your face into his neck, seeking out the soothing chill of his skin. you arch further into him when his fingertips sneak beneath your shirt, rubbing along the knobs of your spine. his typing is rhythmic, fingers gently pressing into your skin each time he pauses to think as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your body.

he feels your breaths, deep and even against his shoulder, and spares a glance at you: asleep. he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lips curling up as you try to snuggle impossibly closer to him.

“rest well, my dear,” he pulls the edge of the blanket tighter around you. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

BSD MASTERLIST

[fyodor-s-rat]

BSD MEN - You Telling Them That You're Horny at Work

featuring: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Ranpo, Kunikida, Fyodor

tw: sexual content

Please, excuse my English, it's not my first language :')

Dazai

"Hey, Dazai?" you approached Dazai's desk.

He was concentrating on folding some origami, so he barely looked up.

"What is it?" he responded with a deep sigh.

"I'm horny."

Dazai stopped what he was doing. His eyes suddenly lit up. He finally looked at you. "My, my, come again?"

You repeated what you just said. He was grinning which made you almost want to slap him, but at the same time you couldn't help but blush.

"My belladona is horny? Guess I'll have to take a break from all that working."

"Oh right, you must be overworked from all that work." you said sarcastically. "Have you even finished your paperwork-"

He didn't let you finish the sentence. He just pulled you closer and kissed you to shut your mouth. After a while, you two were passionately making out, you sitting on his lap.

Until Kunikida bursted through the door.

Chuuya

Chuuya and you were sitting in Mori's office for almost an hour now. He was scolding you because you two screwed up some mission.

You could see on your boyfriend's face that he was trying so hard to not to explode from anger. It was ADA's fault that your mission didn't succeed.

You grabbed Chuuya's hand and squeezed it. You wanted to calm him down a bit. And then you thought of something.

Without paying any more attention to Mori, you slowly leaned to Chuuya and whispered to his ear. "I'm actually very horny right now."

Chuuya's eyes widened. You could see his cheeks turning red. You chuckled to yourself.

Your hand began slowly wandering across his body beneath the table. You could feel him shiver when you touched his thigh.

Before he could say anything else, your hand slid in his pants, making him gasp a little.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?" shouted Mori. Chuuya tried to say something, but he couldn't focus.

"I- excuse us." Without saying anything else, he stood up, dragging you behind him. Mori was yelling at you, but he slammed the door. "You fucking idiot, is this what you wanted?" he hissed angrily before roughly kissing you.

Akutagawa

The two of you were walking through the pitch-black streets of Yokohama.

You suddenly grabbed Akutagawa's arm and whispered to him: "Guess what..."

"What?" He muttered, obviously irritated, as he tried to shake you off.

"I'm horny."

As soon as those words left your lips, he stopped walking. He looked at you in disbelief, his cheeks completely red. He was clearly very frustrated.

"W-what?" he hissed. "What do you want me to do? Fuck you on the road?!"

You chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't exactly be against it-"

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. "Let me finish my work and I might fuck you later."

Ranpo

"Ranpoo," you whined as you approached your boyfriend. "I need to tell you something."

Ranpo didn't even look up, deeply focused on his snacks. "Let me guess, you're horny."

You stared at him. Ranpo smirked and crossed arms on his chest. "Well, darling, I suppose we should do something about it, but unfortunately, we're at work and I'm currently busy".

By that statement he meant that he was busy eating donuts. You scoffed and snatched the donut out of his hand.

"Hey!!" Ranpo whined as he reached for his donut. You tried to run away, but he grabbed your hand and easily pushed you against the wall.

You two were looking into each other's eyes. He gently stroked your cheek. It looked like he was about to kiss you, but suddenly he snatched the donut back.

"Ha! If you want me to help you with your horniness, stop snatching my snacks you thief." He poked you, a slight grin on his lips.

Kunikida

"I'm horny."

Kunikida froze. He closed his notebook and slowly glanced at you.

"You're... what?"

His serious face made you chuckle. "I'm horny."

"You can't be serious. Do you even know how inappropriate it is to say such things at work?!" he angrily hissed at you.

Slowly moving towards him, you touched his arm. He was trying so hard to keep a serious face, but he was failing miserably. You knew you were gonna regret this later.

"Y/n, I'm disappointed in you," sighed Kunikida. He sounded like a disappointed teacher scolding his student.

You smirked, moving your hand even lower. You knew you were making him extremely nervous and you were enjoying it.

Before you could say something else, he brushed your hand off. "Let me finish my work." Kunikida then turned his back on you, focused on his work once again. A loud sigh escaped your mouth. He raised an eyebrow. "I see. I should teach you a lesson then. Your behavior is inexcusable."

(You could see him smirking mischievously.)

Fyodor

You were quietly cursing your partner, as you walked behind him, slowly crossing over dead bodies.

You had enough. You were tired of just following him around, not allowed to say a word while he was working. He insisted on you coming with him on this mission, but you were utterly bored. That's when something crossed your mind.

You slowly approached him, grabbing his shoulder and leaning towards him.

"I'm horny," you whispered with a smirk.

He froze. He then turned to you with an entirely indifferent expression. His cold eyes were analysing you.

But it wasn't long enough till a smirk appeared on his lips. "What did I say? Do not disturb me while I'm working."

You smirked. It was hard to get some genuine reaction from Fyodor, but you could see the smirk dancing across his lips.

"Oh, Fyodor, my love," you whined. "Why don't we take a break?" Your fingers touched his cold hand.

For a brief moment, it appeared as though he would actually pull you into a kiss, but then he coldly brushed your fingers off. "If you behave good, you might get what you want later."

This was the last sentence you got out of him this night. And before you knew it, you were screaming his name.

[amamisa]

SIXTY-FOUR EQUALS SIXTY-FIVE!

RANPO EDOGAWA ⋮ BUNGO STRAY DOGS

premise. ranpo loves to give you all sorts of little riddles, but this one might have you stumped the most out of all of them.

story notes! fem!reader. fluff! reader works as part of the ADA office staff. animated dividers by @/cafekitsune!

love, misa ‹3 if you know what the title is referencing, ily! also, reblogs, comments and interactions are vrie appreciated!

“. . . Pardon?”

Ranpo looks to you with a pointedly smug grin playing on his face, hands relaxedly folded behind his head as he leans back in the ADA office’s chair. It creaks beneath him as he plants his feet atop the mahogany desk and swivels around slowly, a sign that you should probably get the seat oiled soon.

“It’s simple, is it not?” He asks and you slowly shake your head no, mouth slightly agape when he starts to sigh, repeating his prior statement.

“Sixty-four equals sixty-five, and that’s that!”

You blink a few times, hoping that the information sinks in a little more inside of your beain just long enough that you can even begin to process whatever he means.

The words play back in your mind like an old VHS tape, abruptly coming to a halt when you can’t fall into a proper, conclusive or logical answer that would make sense in any normal situation.

“That’s . . . false,” you begin to argue, albeit a bit unsurely as you have no idea what to even say in the moment. Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you tell him the only logical thing you can think of.

“If sixty-four equalled sixty-five than it would be sixty-five and not sixty-four.”

Ranpo lets out a laugh, only telling you that “You’re wrong,” and for a second you look around the ADA office wondering if there were any cameras filming the two of you. You find that the other office clerks are merely seated at their own desks though, watching the spectacle between you and Ranpo go down, and a little amused at your bewilderment.

You’d think that for a man who is labelled as the greatest detective in all of Yokohama (and quite possibly the entire world once you took into account his inherent genius and lack of an ability), that much would make sende for someone like him.

Surely he couldn’t have said a more incorrect statement than that with such confidence in himself.

But no, of course not.

It’s Ranpo you’re dealing with, and he says a lot of odd little phrases and sayings just to mess with your head sometimes. It started since your first day with the ADA, it’s been years now and he’s still going too.

He doesn’t show any signs of stopping soon either.

(“You just look so funny with your face all scrunched up in thought!” He once told you after a particularly difficult riddle that had you stumped for hours on end until the end of the work day, afterwhich you realized the answer was unfathomably easy once he had revealed it to you.

Nobody else in the ADA could’ve gotten it though, so it saved you at least some of your dignity.)

You assume that this must be another one of those cryptic riddles he’s thrown your way, maybe a test to see if you’ve somehow managed to improve from last time. An inkling of hope swells inside your chest, hoping that today is the day you finally manage to answer correctly to one of Ranpo’s mysterious riddles.

Setting down the bowl of candies in your hands on his desk, you stand in thought for a moment, scouring your brain for anything that could relate to the riddle as Ranpo delightedly digs into the newfound treats, appearing blissful to the mental agony he loves to put you through sometimes.

The little dish clinks against his fingernails as he searches through the pile of sweets for his favourites at the bottom, the sound of the plastic unwrapping in tune with the beat of the ticking in your brain while you think over his words from earlier.

He gave no set up, no punch line, no nothing at all. There wasn’t any indistinguishable context to the riddle-like words that you could recall, it was only—

“Sixty-four equals sixty-five . . .” Ranpo hears you mutter underneath your breath, and his lips curl up in delight as he munches on a decadent chocolate truffle, filled with sticky caramel and generous bits of toffee.

The caramel sticks to his teeth, with the toffee clinging to the sides of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he chews away at the treat, patiently watching while you continue to talk to yourself, still thinking over his words from earlier.

“Could it be a math riddle? No, that’s not possible though if we’re going by technical math terms and rules . . . Maybe something to do with physics? But how could anything simultaneously be sixty-four and sixty-five?”

Ranpo’s mischievous grin only continues to grow as you remain oblivious to his watchful eyes, and his gaze scans over your features, wordlessly taking in your appearance.

Your knitted brows, the way you subconsciously pout your lips whenever you’re in deep thought, your crossed arms, all while unknowingly talking to yourself as you piece together the clues.

Ranpo sees it all as clear as day. And he finds it unbelievably cute.

“Maybe it’s about hex codes from the colour wheel, since one colour can look different depending on the background it’s placed over. It could have less to do with the numbers themselves than the meaning or history behind them—”

“Are you done yet?” You’re brought back to reality by the sound of Ranpo’s voice interrupting your thoughts, head perking up as you’re met with the sight of his nougat stuffed cheeks. All puffed out and full of sugar as he holds back a laugh once he sees how quickly your face softened from it’s previously hardened features.

“You were taking forever to solve that one! And it’s really not that hard to begin with!”

“Speak for yourself,” you scoff, taking one of the chocolates from the bowl and unwrapping it for yourself. The plastic crinkles beneath your fingertips, you stuff the wrapper in your pocket before popping it into your mouth.

The caramel sauce encased in the hard chocolate shell explodes when you crunch down on it, a sweet little victory to make up for the quizzical hurdles you’re put through on a regular basis, courtesy of the man sitting right across from you.

“You’re Yokohama’s greatest detective, it’s obvious that these sorts of riddles come naturally to you,” you wholeheartedly confess, savouring the light cocoa and sweet, subtly coconut flavours that coat your tongue. “I’m not like you, Ranpo. Nobody in the ADA is, what takes us twelve weeks to solve you can answer in twelve seconds.”

“Awee, really?” He giggles, swiping more of the little candies from the bowl on his desk. He seems to have missed the original point entirely by now, as he motions for you to continue, “Go on, tell me more about how great I am!”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, maybe you shouldn’t have gassed him up so much during your little acknowledgement speech. Though with the cases he’s solved in his repertoire, you really can’t argue against that title of his.

“No, you’ve had enough of that from Kunikida and Atsushi just this morning alone.”

A small pout graces Ranpo’s lips as you sigh, ignoring the kicked puppy eyes he gives you while walking back to your desk, continuing to mutter underneath your breath the same words that will probably leave you stumped for the next few days on end.

“Sixty-four equals sixty-five?”

Ranpo cranes his head as he eats away at the rest of his candy stash, watching you immediately turn to one of your co-workers from his own work space to ask them the same question Ranpo gave you, inquiring about any clues they might have as to the answer.

“No, there’s gotta be an answer,” he overhears when your colleague shrugs their shoulders, simply telling you that whatever Ranpo says is probably just a load of gibberish meant to mess with your mind.

“Just— just give me anything you can think of, okay? I’ll solve one of his riddles one day.”

The sight has Ranpo smiling behind the back of his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners with glowing cheeks when you sees you bring out one of your notepads from the desk drawer’s, clicking your pen as you begin to write down any guesses you might have to tell him later.

Truth be told, unlike the rest of the spontaneous mind games Ranpo pulls on you— this one has no actual meaningful answer. At least, not one that you’d understand at the moment if he were to tell you it’s solution.

But despite that looming factor always casting it’s dark shadow onto you, the thought of Ranpo giving you a riddle truly impossible to solve has never really crossed your mind.

Otherwise, you would very easily give up solving them after just a moment of contemplation.

Ranpo’s noticed though that you tend to wallow on them for days at a time unless he comes clean and tells you the answer in it’s entirety, letting his silly and easily misconstrued words stew inside your head during your lunch breaks and slow times at the ADA where you’ll maybe sometimes bound up to him excitedly with a guess as to what you think the answer is.

It’s charming how much thought you put into your solutions, and admittedly you’ve gotten quite close a few times to figuring them out all on your own. Ranpo’s always impressed with whatever you come up with, even if it’s outlandishly ridiculous or nowhere even close to the actual answer itself.

It’s really your explanations and logic behind them that he likes, with some of the ideas you bring up for splutions are those that he hasn’t even thought of beforehand until you ask him if they’re right.

(Sometimes he wants to cut your little game short and just give you the win for once if your guess is creative enough.

But where’s the fun in that?)

He’ll give you more of these up until the day you leave the ADA (though he hopes that’s not anytime soon) if it means he gets to see that delightful little confused but hopeful expression you make while deep in thought.

Your persistence in finding out the answer on your own until you’ve been truly worn out by him is also admirable.

Because while you’re always just a bit confused by all the different riddles, puzzles and play-on-words he hounds on you each day, he finds that you’ve yet to actually reject his proposal to solving them, never even considering walking away from his absurdity unlike with most people he knows if he asked them the same.

He prays it’ll stay that way too.

Otherwise, who else would he have to fawn over in secret?

Ranpo deduces that while you may be clever (anyone who works at the ADA is, it’s basically a requirement when working with ability users such as them), he’s always just a few steps ahead of you.

It’s not an insult towards you on his end in any way either. Your way of thinking is totally different from his own, but he reasons out that he can make arrangements to improving your logical deduction abilities once he finally figures out how to convey his feelings for you.

Properly, and not through a series of complex paradoxes and logic puzzles.

The most complex riddle of them all though that the ADA office staff asks themselves each day while witnessing the two of you has to be:

Whose logical reasoning is really being tested here again? Yours, or Ranpo’s?

The ADA believes that Ranpo should use less of his time giving you intrinsically methodical puzzles and focus more of his energy on realizing his blooming, lovesick crush.

works © amamisa 2024. no copying or stealing, please!

[aureatchi]

⋆·˚ ༘* A NIGHT @ A JAZZ BAR! ft. dazai, chuuya, & ranpo!

a/n. i've never been to a jazz clb myself (hopefully in the future <('o'<3) !) but i keep seeing videos of them on my tiktok fyp ‘n i could vividly visualize the snug, intimate atmosphere...i was immediately reminded of these bsd men,, imo the vibe fits them v well !!

info. fem!reader. fluff as chambré as the ambiance. mentions of lots of drinking ‘n reader gets tipsy. to have the full experience i recc. listenening to jazz music while reading! \(^_<)\ wc. 6k (total)

DAZAI :

You needed a break. You had been working yourself morning to evening this past week for extra money—you wanted to make sure you still had a decent amount of savings in your bank account after all the shopping you had done with your friends the previous weekend. Thankfully, your final shift had ended earlier today, so you went home, indulged a nice, hot shower, and decided you should treat yourself for getting through the long week.

You had never been to a jazz bar before, but you thought it would be a fun twist in comparison to a regular bar—which is what you needed anyway. You wanted something to wind yourself down, and some drinks along with incredible music would certainly satisfy the interest.

So here you were, sitting on one of the tall, cushioned barstools as a bartender prepared your first drink. The atmosphere in the bar was cushy and cozy, already relaxing your mind.

“I’ll take what the miss ordered over here,” you heard from the handsome man who sat on the stool next to you, brunette hair covering his eyes.

He noticed your gaze and then turned towards you. “I haven’t seen you before; this your first time?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you replied, a shy smile in return. “My first time at a jazz club in general.”

“Ooh, how exciting!” he responded in delight. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

The bartender handed your identical drinks.

“What’s your name?” the dark-haired asked. You responded with yours, asking for his in return.

“Osamu Dazai,” Dazai replied with a wink. “Nice to meet you, bella.”

You were initially confused because you had just told him your name, and it wasn’t Bella (unless it was, ignore this!)—maybe he misheard? But he gave you no time to correct him when he raised his glass towards you.

“What brings you here?” he asked. “To try this out for the first time?”

“To celebrate still being alive after working my ass off this entire week,” you replied with a half-hearted laugh.

Dazai chuckled with you. “I could say the same for myself,” he replied, a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice. “Well then! Let’s toast…to being alive!” He raised his glass higher, and you did as well, meeting his in the middle.

Clank!

“And to a new friendship! Or possibly even more…” his grin turned smug as your expression contorted in confusion, and you felt your cheeks warm up.

“…Hey Osamu, we just met,” you responded with your own smirk, playing it off after your initial reaction.

“Just a possibility,” he giggled. “Because your response helped me figure out you were single, anyway! If you weren’t, you would’ve been like, ‘Oh Osamu~ I regret to inform you that I have a boyfriend…'”

“How sly.” You shook your head in amusement.

He simply laughed as you both took a drink of your cocktails.

...

You were on your fourth drink now. You and Dazai had conversed a lot throughout the evening—you had learned his occupation was a detective agent of sorts, and on that topic, he babbled on about how one of his coworkers would always complain about him being lazy and obnoxious.

“Kunikida’s always pissed at me,” Dazai giggled. “But he plays right into my entertainment—I get on his nerves on purpose! Actually, I was supposed to be investigating something this evening…wait ‘till he finds out I was at a bar all night gossiping about him with a fanciable lady!”

You laughed in response, cheeks tinted, while your eyes admired how the ambiance of the balmy-toned light in the room complimented his features. His gaze was soft and his eyes rosed in honey. Meanwhile, brown bangs rested gracefully on his face, while a strand of hair was tucked behind his ear. To further add to the dreamy atmosphere that surrounded you two, the smoothness of the melody in the background—especially with the use of piano, could be compared to a romantic candlelit dinner in itself.

“You’ll be fine slacking off, though, right?” you asked. “Your job seems important, so I wouldn’t want you skipping someth-”

“Don’t worry, bella, I’m more capable than you think,” he replied. “Or at least, you can have my word that I won’t get fired.” He gave you a playful smile.

“You’re so cute, though! Caring for my well-being. Awh, and now you’re smiling. Wait—don’t turn away; you don’t need to be shy!”

You also observed this man was a huge tease, quite literally pointing out your reactions to his flatter out loud the entire night. It was all Dazai’s doing though—how could you not fluster whenever he called you adorable? Especially when he looked as pretty as he was—there was no doubt your new friend was very attractive.

Your face was still turned away from him when you noticed other people in the room start to get up from their seats and move towards an area not crowded with tables and chairs, in front of the band playing the music live.

A new song had begun, and people started to dance with each other.

You turned back to Dazai and were greeted with an outstretched hand toward you as he stood up.

“Mind if I do?” he asked. “You need to experience the dancing too.”

You took his hand with a smile, and then he led you across the floor. “I’ll need help, though, Osamu. I'm not familiar with dancing here.”

“Don’t worry bella! I got you.” He dragged you into the center of the crowd and started guiding your movements—the dance was a fashion of stepping back and forth to the rhythm. His hands clasped around both of yours.

“The most important part is footwork,” Dazai whispered. You turned your head to see other couples and their movements, and you did your best to replicate them. You then focused your gaze to admire the band—seeing instruments such as the saxophone, piano, drums, and clarinet being played. You looked back at Dazai, both of you happy you had gotten the hang of the swing.

He suddenly stepped back at the same time you did, stretching both pairs of arms. He pulled you back in, and with it he let go of one hand and spun you around.

“Here’s one move,” he chuckled as he spun you once more, in the opposite direction. "Let's see how long it takes for you to get dizzy!"

...

The rest of the night was lovely. You danced with Dazai until the songs ended, and then you two had a few more drinks until he realized you had drunk too much.

“Are you fine?” Dazai asked, noticing your flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze.

“Hm? Yes,” you replied, though it was evident you were very tipsy.

“I think that’s enough drinks, hm?”

“Aw,” you replied, swishing around an ice sphere in your glass. In this state of intoxication, you had taken to stop looking at Dazai while he looked at you, because whenever you made eye contact with him now, you couldn’t control hiding being smitten by his charm anymore.

You stole a glance at him this time though, seeing through your peripheral that he wasn’t looking.

“Oh!”

Dazai had noticed your little solitaire’s rules and decided to join in your game too. He immediately caught your look and stared back.

Unconsciously, your chairs had gotten closer throughout the night, and at this point they were touching. Your personal bubbles had eloped, and Dazai was now very close to your face.

Your lips slightly parted, your heart racing in anticipation of what would happen next, a stark contrast to the flow of the slow music. Dazai’s breath on your neck, his eyes on yours, and his attention completely focused on you. The tension was unmistakable, especially when his pupils darted to your mouth—it truly seemed like he was going to kiss you right then.

But then, he pulled back, calling the server, leaving you stupefied.

“I’m paying for Miss too,” Dazai said to the bartender, handing him his card before looking back at you. “You should go home before midnight at least,” he looked at his watch. He then noticed your dismayed expression, and simply laughed.

“I want to get to know you to where I’ll know for certain I can do something like that while you’re in this state first. And you’ll be fine with it when you’re sober again—you’ll even let me do it when you’re sober,” he joked whilst giving you a reassuring smile.

He was so considerate. You were glad and thankful that he was a polite man—you would’ve definitely freaked out once you were sober if you let someone you just met at a bar kiss you.

Because you would’ve definitely let him.

“Okay, Mr. Gentleman,” you replied lightheartedly, but you too smiled to show you were seriously grateful for his self-control when he had an advantage.

After paying, he stood you up and put his beige coat that he hadn’t been using around you. You both walked—or you rather stumbled out into the cool evening air, and you immediately sobered up at the breeze.

“Thank you for keeping me company. My first experience was amazing thanks to you,” you said, merry.

“I thank you as well,” Dazai smiled too. “It was a pleasant night.

“Keep the coat for now. It’s an excuse for us to meet again.” He winked, and you chuckled, nodding your head in agreement.

Dazai then signaled for a taxi to come over to take you home.

He outstretched his arms a bit, an invitation to hug.

“May I?”

Your lips curled upwards, and you wrapped your arms around him too as he embraced you warmly. He gently kissed your forehead.

“Have a lovely night, belladona,” Dazai said as you both pulled back, the taxi vehicle stopping close by you. You realized then that he wasn’t calling you by the name, Bella—just the abbreviation for the romantic endearment he had called you by the entire time.

“You too, goodnight Osamu!” you responded.

…

At home, you went through the pockets of Dazai’s coat to see if he had left anything by accident. You found a small piece of folded paper, and opening it, he had left his phone number for you.

“Give me a call, bella!~”

CHUUYA :

“Almost done, doll?” Chuuya asked as you looked at yourself in the full-body mirror, seeing what your outfit looked like from all angles. You were dressed up—classy black corset top with a frilly skirt, under a matching blazer that belonged to your lover. 

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling when you saw the ginger appear behind you through the reflection, who gently lifted your hair and clasped a ruby-jeweled necklace around you. 

“We look s’good,” he said, looking into the mirror as well after putting on your necklace, both of you posing in your attire. You couldn’t have agreed any more. Chuuya was equally dressed as flamboyantly as you—designer branded black suit and tie with a matching fedora to tie it all together. 

“We’re like fashion icons,” you added, earning a smirk from him. It was always like this whenever you two went out—you and Chuuya would always subliminally earn the title of best dressed in the room, no matter the occasion, no matter how casual or formal the event was. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, shall w’go now, mon amour?” Chuuya stepped back, holding out his palm for yours to take. 

You giggled at the extra-ness of the ginger-haired. 

“Lead the way, Chuu. Or what was it…oh! Monsieur Chuuya.” You took his hand as he led you out of your elegant hotel suite. 

Chuuya Nakahara had brought you all the way to Paris. He had gotten a week off from his work—this was seldom; he barely got any breaks from the Port Mafia, so he knew he had to do something special with you while he had more time on his hands. And what better to do than take you to the City of Love? 

Tonight’s evening plans included dinner at an elaborate restaurant—very lavish (usually, a table would have to be reserved about a month in advance, but Chuuya used his PM connections and money to buy you two a spot—you didn’t know this of course). 

Your dinner was delectable. You knew you would be dreaming of the delicious flavors of all seven French courses for days after finishing eating. 

Though, you and Chuuya weren’t tired yet, and it was still pretty early in the night, so you two decided to go to one of the underground jazz bars in the city. The warm, sultry air immediately filled your senses as you ran your fingertips through the texture of the auburn brick walls; the atmosphere of the place complimenting you and Chuuya’s aura perfectly. 

Some people even turned to you both as you made your way across the room, admiring how attractive you two looked together—the way your outfits highlighted your best features and coupled each other’s from the head accessories to the shoes you wore. Chuuya guided you from behind with one of his hands on your waist and wore a smug smile on his face as he noticed the glances. 

“Baby, they’re looking at us,” Chuuya whispered close to your ear, chuckling. “I know they all think we’re hot.” 

“Shh, Chuuya!” you responded in embarrassment, playfully swatting him away, but you too observed the other people in the bar gazing at you. 

You two sat at down at a booth, crimson red velvet cushions decorating the wooden sofa. 

“I’ma get drinks, alright?” he asked and you nodded before Chuuya made his way towards the bar. Meanwhile, you sat and watched the band on stage play. 

You and Chuuya were no strangers to jazz bars. It was an activity that became a statement in your relationship—back in Yokohama, whenever any of you needed destressing or just wanted to go out an evening without any plan, he would take you to one. So it was nice you could finally visit one in Paris, too. This one in particular was less known than others—usually, only a local would be able to find this jewel of a place. All knowledge credited to the expert Chuuya!

You also thought he enamored the vibe so perfectly. The setting of the place radiated of the top mafia executive so well—alluring nature; soulful, captivating music; the sophisticated selection of home-specialty cocktails on the menu—or even better, just the wine. 

Which is of course what Chuuya came back with, in red.

“Now what is this?” you asked, amused. You knew the ginger’s upscale taste in wine—after all, you’ve walked through his entire cellar worth multiple banks at home. You were awestruck, to say the least. 

Chuuya set the bottle down on the table. 

“This is a Pinot Noir. Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier Musigny Grand Cru 1990,” he pronounced while you stared at what you bet on the Eiffel Tower cost thousands in front of you. “I love this place. Didn’t think they’d have such a good bouquet here.”

“Chuuya! That’s such a long name?!” you responded, jaw-dropped. “Why the hell are these titles so long?”

He simply smirked. “Well, I think this is perfect for the occasion, doll. Do ya know why?”

“Hm…because we’re in France?” you guessed, knowing how most of Chuuya’s favorite wines were imported from the country. Since coming here, he’s tried a lot. 

“Not wrong, but there’s something else,” he continued. 

“You remember Musigny, right?” You nodded, recalling the previous three times Chuuya mentioned a wine from the Le Musigny vineyards while educating you about what he was drinking. 

“The story b’hind this wine involves a Musigny girl who marries a lad in 1924. As a dowry, he receives parts of the Chambolle Musigny vineyards. Then, Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier were born, and this wine was produced. Kinda romantic, huh?” 

“Awh! Yes, it is,” you replied, smiling. You found it adorable that Chuuya had chosen a wine with some sort of lovey story behind it for this event. 

He smiled back and then opened the bottle, pouring you about a third of the glass of burgundy liquid. 

“Here, nana.”

He sat down beside you after pouring his own glass. You took yours and clanked his glass, seeing a smug smile on his face. 

You sniffed the wine first, a sous-bois—earthy aroma filling your senses, redberries and spices akin. Then you tasted it, intense, grapey flavor on your tongue. 

“Miam!”

…

You and Chuuya had finished the bottle and moved on to other cocktails. And though Chuuya did like liquor on special occasions, he also could not hold it very well. Tipsy yourself, you didn’t realize he too was intoxicated until he randomly jerked you up from the seat. 

“Let’s dance pretty girl,” he said, dragging you across the floor. 

“Wait, hang on Chuu!” you stumbled, trying to find your balance. 

You made it to the middle of the floor where many other people were and joined in with the vitalizing, fast-paced song. You and Chuuya swung around, dancing to your heart’s content. Though your mind was hazy, you made an effort to step in the right places, so you wouldn’t topple Chuuya and both go down. 

Except, it seemed that he was too drunk to focus as well. He had accidentally lingered his foot on the floor too long, causing you to slip when you accidentally moved yours to the same spot. You gasped and fell backward.

An arm swiftly wrapped around your back, though, saving you from hitting the ground. 

“Sorry baby!” Chuuya had snapped out of his fuzziness the moment you tripped, acting fast to stop your fall. Your eyes widened as you looked into his concerned face above.

You realized a few moments later that everyone in the crowd had parted, leaving you and Chuuya in the middle, still in the same position. Unintentionally, he had disguised your slip-up as a dip in dance, and everyone there was impressed! They started clapping as you both remained there, confused looks on your faces. 

But then, Chuuya smiled and pulled you back up into a kiss. He started chuckling as his lips lingered on yours, finding the entire ordeal funny that it had worked out so pleasantly. You smiled too, wrapping your hands around his neck while you heard shouts of “Ouah!” and “Comme c’est romantique!” from spectators. 

Chuuya wasn’t done yet, though. Even the band had stopped playing music to acknowledge this interlude, so Chuuya jumped up on stage headlong without hesitation and took the microphone. 

“This princess right here deserves everything,” Chuuya spoke, eyeing you with a grin, causing you to heat up in embarrassment. “I brought her to Paris ‘cause why shouldn’t someone as lovely as her experience the city of romance? I say I’m one damn lucky man to have her.” 

There was another applaud while you melted in your lover’s broad proclamation of endearment towards you. You almost couldn’t believe it—surely you were just drunk and imagining things; there was no way Chuuya had gotten on stage with the band and started speaking. But the reality of it proved when he jumped back off, and embraced you again. 

“Love you,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Or, the French say ‘Je t’aime.’”

“I love you too,” you giggled back, enjoying the warmth of his hug. 

… 

You were both exhausted by the end of the night, yet Chuuya still carried you bridal-style back to the hotel room. You scrambled to get ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas, and in no time, you were both tucked in under the covers. 

“That was fun,” you sleepily said as you wrapped an arm across him. 

“I’m glad it was,” he replied. “You deserve to enjoy every day.”

“I do enjoy everyday because I’m with you, Chuuya. What you said earlier…

“I’m one lucky girl to have you.”

RANPO :

“Ranpo-ohh, c’mon!” you exclaimed as you practically dragged your lover out of the kitchen. 

“Why do we gotta go!?” he whined back, trying to grab another cookie out of the glass jar on the counter. 

“It’s—literally a mission from the President?” you used all your force and pulled Ranpo away before he could latch his hands on the sweets. 

“Why does he gotta send us?” he continued to complain, but fortunately, no longer trying to escape from you. “He always gives me such boring missions…I should be getting much more important cases as the world’s best detective!” 

He ended his exclamation with a hmph! and crossed his arms. You sighed as you looked at his stubborn state, but couldn’t help but smile when you realized he looked kind of…adorable like this.

“Ranpo, your missions are probably so trivial because you’re just that smart! You can figure out the answers and solutions to people’s questions and problems right away, so of course, everything that isn’t some huge, world-threatening issue would be mundane to you!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause humans are stupid,” he responded, but it was evident in his eyes he appreciated your words. You’ve grown to learn this over time—Ranpo absolutely loved praise, tripling in significance when it came from you, but he was too prideful to admit it. You’ve seldom seen him thank other people when they complimented him, but he always made sure you saw it, even if it was in an indirect way…She’s brilliant anyway. She’ll know I cherish it. 

“But! Seriously? A jazz concert? Why couldn’t the President send someone more suitable for that setting? I have no interest in somewhere like that!” 

“Why not?” you asked. “It seems fun! There will be music and dancing and stuff.” 

“I’d rather stay here! There won’t be snacks—probably just drinks! And I don’t like drinking; nothing is sweet enough for me!” He pouted once again.

“Well, the point of the mission won’t be to entertain ourselves anyway. We’re going to find a suspected murderer and possibly stop another murder caused by this one from happening. Therefore, drinking isn’t even important—it should be out of the question. For tonight, anyway.” 

“Fine. Let’s go!” 

“Wait—just a minute! We need to be dressed for the occasion! So we blend in?” 

You found it ironic that the world’s best detective could easily solve any case with a snap of a finger, yet he couldn’t even use the train. His ignorance of things was quite amusing; something such as an event’s dress code had slipped his mind.

“Why, what’s wrong with my outfit?” Ranpo asked. 

“Or do you just want a reason to dress me up?” You could see a slight smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, I wasn’t lying with what I just said, but yes, picking out an outfit for you would be quite fun…” 

…

You and Ranpo were dressed and ready to go to the event. You had styled him in a cocoa-brown button-up paired with some slacks and yourself in your favorite little black dress. 

“Earth tones fit you the best,” you commented as you admired him in the outfit you put him in. “They compliment your eyes really well.” 

“Really?” he asked as he strode over to a mirror and shoved his face directly in front of it. He opened his viridian eyes, wide, and tried to examine why you thought that by holding up a piece of the fabric to his face.

You giggled as he felt you wrap your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. 

…

“The murderer is going to be in this large crowd,” you repeated facts that the both of you already knew. “They’ll be unsuspecting—they’ll blend in with everyone else like us.”

You walked through a slim door but were greeted by a vast, lively room of vibes and music. The concert hadn’t started yet, but there was already a sea of people inside conversing with each other and ordering drinks. 

“The murderer may not have bought a ticket,” you said just loud enough for Ranpo to hear after you showed your entry tickets. You scanned the guest list and saw that everyone currently in the room did buy one, casting aside the staff, so you ruled out that everyone there right now could be a suspect. “So that their name wouldn’t be documented here. We should keep watch to see who tries to sneak in.” 

Ranpo nodded. “There are definitely other entrance doors in here, though. There’s probably an emergency exit in another corner of the room, and there is the backstage door.” 

“So they can sneak in through here, bribe the doorman, or sneak in through the other door,” you clarified. “And if not…they would hide among the band performers and enter with them.” 

“Or! They could be one of the band players.” 

“Hm, really?” you asked. “I looked into this band when we first got assigned the mission. It doesn’t seem like any of the members have any dirt or sketchy controversy surrounding them.” 

“Just a possibility! But yeah, any of those three ways would be how the murderer will get in.”  

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll go around to find the other entrance then. We’ll text each other if we see anything; otherwise, we’ll meet back when the concert starts. 

“Okie dokie!” 

… 

Thirty minutes had passed. You had found the back entrance and idled by it to see if anyone would enter, but noone came. You waited for a text from Ranpo, but it didn’t seem like anything suspicious happened on his end either. 

You heard a smooth voice through a microphone that sounded the entire room as the lights dimmed. 

“Welcome. The concert will begin on stage shortly.” 

Taking one last look at the door, you left and made your way to the stage where many other people started to gather. You sifted through the congregation, trying to find the pretty brunette among them. 

“Boo!” 

“Hu-uh?!” You slightly jolted, immediately turning around. You were undoubtedly greeted with a brunette. But instead of Ranpo, you were met with… 

“Dazai?!” 

“Hey-y!”

“What are you doing here? And why are you dressed as a bartender?” 

“Oh!” he replied, taking your hand. “Well, Ranpo was trying to find you, so come with me first.” He led you through the group until you were at the bar area. 

“There you are!” Ranpo shouted, seeing you appear with Dazai. 

Dazai brought you to Ranpo and then went behind the counter. 

“Well, to answer your question, long story short, I got punished. For ‘being lazy’. Kunikida caught me trying to catch a nap on the couch and went and complained to the President. He came in, saw me still there, and decided to punish me by leaving Kunikida to punish me.” You lifted an eyebrow in amusement. 

“So, Kunikida said I’d have to work here for the night. To prove I’m worthwhile doing a job.

“But anyways, drinks?” He glanced at you and Ranpo. 

“No thank you,” you replied. “We’re on a mission right now. There’s a murderer we have to catch tonight.” 

“Oh yes, Ranpo already told me,” he replied, looking at Ranpo. 

“Dazai helped us a little,” Ranpo said. 

He explained that when Ranpo discovered he was here too, he helped by counting everyone in the room after one of the band members announced the concert was about to start. Then, all left was to ask the doorman a question that would tell them how many tickets were sold. If more people were in the room than tickets sold, they would’ve already entered. 

“And since you and I didn’t see them trying to enter through the two doors, that must mean that the murderer came in the third way,” you contemplated. “They would sneak in with the band.” 

“Or again! Be part of the band!” Ranpo exclaimed. 

You sighed while Dazai chuckled in amusement. 

“You don’t believe so?” Dazai asked. 

“I just don’t see how. I mean, there’s no way all the members would have such clean slates if one of them turned out to be the killer.” 

“Or you’re just biased,” Ranpo sparred. “I know you’re really fond of jazz. That’s why you were so excited to go on this mission. You probably don’t want to think one of the jazz musicians could turn out to be a criminal.” 

You frowned. “Ranpo, that’s not the only reason-” 

“Whatever! We need to see how many people bought tickets for here.” He cut you off.

“Alright, I’ll go,” you replied and walked over to the security man at the door you came in from. 

“Hi, I run a blog and I was interested in making an article about my experience here, would you mind if you could answer a question about something?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind,” he replied. 

“I was wondering how many people are here tonight,” you said. “This place seems popular. I was curious to see if the atmosphere makes it seem like there are more people than there are, haha.” 

“If everyone shows up, then there should be one hundred and seven people here,” he replied. 

“Cool, thank you!” 

You walked back over to Ranpo. 

“He said one-hundred-seven,” you told him. 

He and Dazai looked at each other. 

“I counted one-hundred-eight people here,” Dazai said. “Ranpo double-checked, by the way.”��

“Oh,” you said. “So, they did show up with the band.” 

“Let’s go check backstage,” Ranpo said.

…

You two snuck behind the stage with ease, no one paying attention to your trespassing when the band was already playing the third song. Dazai stayed behind; he had been greeted by a pretty woman who wanted a drink and seemed eager to serve her. 

“I don’t see anything odd here,” you said, scanning the room. Luckily it was empty, so you didn’t have to knock out anyone there. 

“Here’s the entrance,” Ranpo pointed to the door. 

“Yeah, so can’t you use ultra-deduction to figure it out now?” you asked, out of leads. There was an extra person in the concert, and they entered through the backstage, but you didn’t know anything else.  

“I told you! They are part of the band! Look, there’s a fingerprint scanner for security,” Ranpo said, pointing to a screen. “If you open the door, the scanner is on the outside. That means only they can enter.” 

“We can’t assume!” you argued back, running to a computer. “I don’t believe it! There’s no way one of them could be the murderer…I—I’ve been a fan of this band for years…” You turned on the computer to see the live recording of the security cameras in the room, one of the screens peering at your back. 

“Are you saying you’re doubting my ability!?” Ranpo clamored childishly.

You ignored him, rewinding the footage to earlier that evening when the jazz members arrived. And to your disappointment, no one else entered throughout the whole timeline until you and Ranpo. 

Is the murderer…really among them? 

“The final song will now begin.” The instruments had lowered in volume, and the same voice spoke in the microphone again, announcing the concert was almost over. 

“Found any other suspect, sweetheart?” Ranpo mocked immaturely. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

“What are you going to do? Jump up on stage and tell everyone one of them is a murderer?” 

“Mhm,” he replied, looking up at their backs. “They’ll all be interrogated, the murders will match up with one of them, and-” 

“There just has to be another explanation! I know we found one thing, but we should at least have more proof than just who entered this room to convict someone! I just think you usually have more reason for your conclusions, Ranpo!” 

He stared at you. It was obvious you and Ranpo were frustrated at each other, but you both fought to not cause a scene or verbally displease one another. 

“…I actually can’t figure it out. I tried but…it’s not giving me an answer. I don’t know why. It’s like, in reality, there’s no murderer here at all!” 

He looked disdained, and you immediately felt concerned. But before you could respond, Dazai walked in the room.

“What are you guys doing?” He pulled you with one arm and Ranpo on his other. “There hasn’t been a murder yet, so shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for it in the crowd?” You three entered the show again, and you eyed the musicians on stage. 

Which one looks most like a murderer. And how will they murder? Will they bring someone on stage and do it there? Or after the concert ends? Or will they abduct the victim and then kill them?

And then the last song ended. The band thanked everyone for coming, and the audience started to either file out or go to the bar for some final drinks. 

It’s going to happen sometime now! 

You immediately tracked down the musicians, keeping them in your sight, even following them as they went backstage. You hid behind the doorframe so they wouldn’t see you watching them. 

But it seems that one of the members noticed. 

“Hey!” he spoke out, the one who played the saxophone. 

Shoot! Now I’m going to be their victim! 

He walked up towards you, and now you couldn’t escape. 

You didn’t even bother to tell Ranpo what you were doing before you ran off. 

“Hm, are you looking for a signature?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face. Fake friendly, possibly. Inviting and warm. So that you’d fall into his trap. It has to be him. 

“Y-yes!” you replied, trying to conceal your fear. “I’ve been a fan of your group’s music for a few years. I am glad I was able to hear it tonight.” 

“Wow, thank you!” he replied, humbly. “That really means a lot. Here, you can come in and I’ll sign wherever you want.” 

And this is where it happens, huh. You debated stepping inside when suddenly, Ranpo appeared in front of you. 

“Back away from my girlfriend!” 

Hu-uh? 

The musician immediately stepped back, seeing the livid face of your lover as he outstretched an arm in front of you for protection. 

“You’re not murdering [Y/N] next! I won’t let you touch her-” 

“Woah-woah!” A new face popped up in the room as the entire jazz band group looked terrified—“Dazai?”

Dazai ran in between Ranpo and the saxophone player, pulling Ranpo and you back. 

“I sincerely apologize for this matter,” Dazai groveled frantically, almost dramatic. “It seems our friend here has gotten very drunk and is acting impulsively! I’m responsible for both of them, so I’ll be taking them now…” 

…

Dazai dragged you and Ranpo out by the collars to the bar counter. 

“Now what was that about?!” you both asked simultaneously, dumbfounded that Dazai had stopped your confrontation with the murderer and even made up a whole excuse for the suspicion. 

“The fact is there is no murderer here,” Dazai calmly said. “The entire case was a setup.” 

“WHAT?!” 

“The President just wanted you two to relax a little because of how diligently you worked; you solved about two cases a day this week, after all. He thought maybe you’d catch on quickly how this was just a scheme, but-” 

“That’s why I couldn’t figure it out! Because you planned this, Dazai!” Ranpo was pouting with his eyes sealed shut and arms crossed, but you could tell he was also a bit relieved that it was only a silly prank by Dazai instead of it being a case he couldn’t find the true answer to. 

Dazai was one of Ranpo’s countable competitors, after all. His intelligence was almost if not as equal to your lover’s. 

“But the extra person in the room?” you asked. “That was still true unless you also hired the doorman to lie about the number.”

“Oh! Well—oddly, the security hasn’t noticed me yet. I’m not even a worker here. I snuck in!”

“So you’re telling me YOU were the extra person at this concert?!” you and Ranpo screamed. 

“Shh! So loud, you two! So now that this case is solved…drinks?” 

…

“I’m sorry for getting frustrated over you,” you apologized to Ranpo as you two sat on the bar stools. “You weren’t wrong; I was being biased whether this was a true mission or not. I really like this jazz band.” 

“Duh, I know,” Ranpo replied, having one of the sweeter cocktails. Of course he did—you had a massive poster of them on your wall.

“…We can come to their concert the next time they perform. Dazai was mean for watching us get worked up over nothing. The music was pretty cool anyway.” 

He gave you a wide grin. You smiled back, shoving a cookie in his mouth. 

“Saved it. Because I knew the best detective in the world would prevail in the end.” 

“Usually you say ‘solve the case in the end’.” 

“Okay well, technically, this wasn’t a case at all—y’know what, forget it.” 

“I’m just kidding. Thanks. For the cookie.” 

You smiled once more. You knew Ranpo meant more than just the sweets by how his cheeks blushed a soft pink. 

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reverie is back and in her bsd era i fear...daz’s hair tucked behind his ear>>. ugh he was so polite here. chuuya ‘n his expensive tastes ‘n his expensive dates mwah! lit researched wine lists ‘n wine etiquette for this. v much got carried away on ranpo...it’s okay he’s the cutest and intelligence bows before him! thoo, he’s so so stubborn.

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i'm sorry kisses with ranpo and nikolai if thats fine? ^^

it could be after an argument they had with the reader or something else

Ranpo and Nikolai + I'm Sorry Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; cursing (once in Nikolais), barely proofread

Event/m.list

Edogawa Ranpo ★

It was no secret that Ranpo wasn't the best when it came to cleaning up after himself, especially his candy wrappers. It's not like he never helped around the house, but you were definetly the one doing most of the work. You knew it'd be best to communicate with Ranpo about it instead of letting those feelings bottle up inside you until you exploded in his face, so that was exactly what you did, approaching him neutrally and sitting next to him on the couch. He turned his attention to you with a smile, and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Hey sugar, what's up?" He asked, leaning into your body with familiarity. "Uhm...you've been- okay, so don't get upset or nothin, but-" "Just get on with it, I won't get mad!" He eagerly says, no aggravation in his voice whatsoever, just impatience. "Well, you seem to be...uh, slacking around the house, and I could use a little more help, you know?" You tell him, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He hums before speaking again.

"You say it like a disappointed teacher...but I knew that's what you were on about! I was just waiting for you to say it. Don't get scared that I'll be mad. I don't want to clean up, but if it really makes you upset, I'll do it. As long as-" "yes, I know, Ranpo, as long as I verbally reward you afterwards." You say with a playful eye roll. He grins and kisses you, holding your face close to his with both hands. "Mmm, m'sorry, sweetheart, ya should've told me sooner!" You brushed his hair from his face and nodded, leaning on his shoulder. "I was just nervous...but you shoulda just started helping if you knew! Woulda saved me so much stress." You say, eyebrows furrowed as you look up at him. "Well, not everyone's gonna pick up on what ya want if ya don't say anything about it." He says, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a lollipop. He unwraps it and goes to stuff the wrapper in his pocket, but thinks again and gets up to bring it to the trash can. It made you smile. "Ranpo, you don't have to throw every wrapper out immediately, just be careful you don't drop 'em everywhere." You say from the couch, making him sigh. "It's alright, might as well train myself for a better habit." He says. "Now, where's my reward at, darling?"

Nikolai Gogol ★

Nikolai was getting on your nerves today with his playful and mischievous antics, and the final straw for you was him scaring the shit out of you by releasing a dove in the house and not letting you know about it. You looked annoyed already as you walked into the dimly lit kitchen while your literal clown of a boyfriend showered and nearly had a heart attack when a bird flew out from atop the cabinets. It sent you gasping and stumbling backwards, tripping and falling onto the floor. "Oh my god- Nikolai!!" You yelled out to him, knowing he probably couldn't hear you under the shower. And he couldn't. He was in the scrubbing his body and humming some jolly old tune, he himself having forgotten that he released the dove. After all, you were the only dove of his on his mind! Soon enough, the shower turned off and you could hear him open the shower door. You stood back up clumsily and made your way back into the bedroom and called to him through the door. "If you release doves in the house get them out! One of them was perched on the cabinet and it scared the shit out of me!" You say, holding a hand over your heart and feeling the fast pace.

"Oh, sorry! It completely slipped my mind, honey." He calls back as he pulls his shirt over his head. "It was just one thing after another today, and I cannot take one more singular knock knock joke from you." You say, flopping down on the bed. He emerges from the bathroom with a raised eyebrow. "My bad, you should have said something if my antics were overwhelming you." He says, walking back over to the bed with a towel over his shoulder, flopping down with half of his body on top of you. It shoved an 'oomph' out of your throat and a shiver up your spine as you felt his cold, wet hair hit your shoulder. "Jeez, Kolya." You say, surprised by the extra weight on top of you, though it wasn't unfamiliar. "Whaat? I'm just saying I'm sorry in my own way." He smiles, placing kisses on your shoulders and nape of your neck making you squirm. "Heyy~ knock it off!" You say, trying to suppress your giggles and stay annoyed with him, but you fail. "Oh, c'mon, dove, you know I'm really sorry and I love you." He says, getting up on his elbows and looking at you in the eyes as you turn your head towards him. He gives a toothy grin before leaning in to kiss you, to which you roll your eyes and kiss back. "Alright, whatever." He smiles and rubs your back before standing up to toss his towel in the laundry hamper and promptly returning to your side. "Good. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you had given me the silent treatment over something so silly." Now, let's go to bed, you seem rather exhausted."

A/n; first req of the event!! So happy that I'm getting so many, I was so nervous no one would wanna do it!! Thank you to everyone who requested or liked the post or just likes me in general ^^ 💖 I love you!!

[stuffeddeer]

i want to spoil ranpo with sweets and little plushies like the baby he is hes 26 but the 2 is silent. hes my child i adopted him

BUT THE 2 IS SILENT LMFAOOOO

Everyone is gathered in a circle in the middle of the Agency's office, on edge as they surround... something. Behind them is a whiteboard on wheels with a few tallies covering it, a line down the middle separating them. Four tallies lined up on one side, four tallies lined up on the other.

The president enters the room, confused at the ruckus that has ceased operations. He quietly makes his way to the center, using his tall stature to peer over everyone and see into the circle.

Before he can react, Ranpo shouts,

"NOW!"

and you both let your beyblades rip. Cheers start coming from either side, various members hoping for either you or Ranpo to succeed. The toys bash into each other over and over, waiting to see who'll knock out the other first.

"RANPO, DON'T KICK THEM!" You yelp, hands moving out to hold him back from manipulating the results — results he assuredly already deduced. So, if he was trying to mess with them, then...

Dazai shouts your name, proclaiming you as the winner of the beyblade tournament. Kunikida promptly moves to the whiteboard, cracking open the marker in his hand to add another tally to the left side.

Standing in shock, Fukuzawa isn't sure of what to think. "Who brought this in?"

Ranpo points to you, grinning before slinging an arm around your shoulder. "Aren't they great? It's a gift for me! For being so awesome, obviously."

Fukuzawa only sighs, heading back into his office without a word.

"Best out of seven?"

"Ranpo, we already moved from best of three to five. Just admit you lost!"

[ivorryskies]

➼Summary: A ranpo x reader where he falls for you deeper & deeper and you're oblivious to it

➼Pairings: ranpo x reader

Ranpo was assigned a mission with Atsushi on investigating a crime, which was successful because of ranpo. Ranpo skipped into the agency and went straight to you "[name]-chan! I solved another crime today in under 5 minutes~"

You turned to him with a smile and went back to your work "good to hear ranpo-san!" He was used to this by now, he had liked you for a while and was obviously trying to get you to know, but you were oblivious to it. Ranpo sighed and went back to his seat spinning in it thinking of new ways to give you hints while eating candies.

Day by day ranpo talked to you, wanted you to tag along with him on missions and took every opportunity with you, but it all fell down as you would just compliment him in a friendly way, which crushed his ego.

"[Name]-chan~" he whined "yes ranpo-san?" You raised an eyebrow at his whining "finish your work so we can leave already" he huffed slopping into his chair "why don't you leave I just need 5 more minutes I'll be alright" you started writing faster as to not keep him waiting. "Just hurry up I'll leave only when your done" he continued to eat whatever he was eating facing your direction.

How could you still not tell? Had he not been obvious enough? The things he's done were enough to let everyone know he liked you. Everyone but you. One day in the agency he came up to you and offered you his snacks. Everyone perked up at hearing him offering you snacks. He never offered anyone snacks, everyone started as you shot him a gleeful smile and thanked for the snack. You munched on it as ranpo had sit beside you munching on his own. Everyone was convinced that you knew and you were just messing with him. But no you truly didn't know

Yosano once spoke up and asked you "don't you think ranpo has been too sweet to you?" You tilted your head in curiousity as you said "he's always sweet?". She sighed "No but he's offered you his snacks too he's rarely offers them to anyone". "He's just really close to me he's an amazing person and a great detective" you smiled again. Yosano mentally face palmed herself at this.

Yosano had have enough of this obliviousness of yours and finally spoke up " [name]! Can't you see he likes you and obviously puts effort for you so you can accept his advances?!" You were slightly taken aback at her words. Ranpo? Liked you? And you couldn't tell?! You were shocked. Finally his words and advances made sense to you. He offers you his snacks because he likes you. He refused to leave the agency when you were there to spend more time with you. He wanted you to be with him on missions because he liked your company. You were so oblivious to it, but now you had to do something about it.

The next day Ranpo arrived at the office, his desk had a box on it. He picked it up and opened it to find lots of snacks and a small note that read 'sorry for not realizing earlier, let's go out sometime'. It had no name, but obviously a detective like ranpo definitely had no problem figuring it out who it was from.

As he looked in your direction with a shocked expression only to be met with your red face. He slowly smiled and muttered a small 'thank you'

"thank you for not being oblivious anymore"

[chuuyrr]

Hello 👋 can we get a platonic! bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader where baby!Fushiguro is feeling mischievous one day pulls pranks on everyone -except Dazai because obviously he’s the favorite- maybe they finally find out it’s baby!Fushiguro because the last person she pranks is kunikida. For Kunikida she puts a spell on his desk that the moment he opens one drawer a crazy whole bunch of different butterflies come flying out and baby!Fushiguro is just dying with laughter. Ranpo most likely knew you were responsible for the pranks already but wanted to keep silent and watch. Then at the end baby!Fushiguro is sleeping in Dazai’s arms and she activates her ability to turn off gravity and obviously they can’t wake her up knowing that if they try to she’ll get grumpy.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader pranks the armed detective agency using chaos magic

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungo stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of scarlet witch's powers and abilities, extremely fluffy

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dog x child! reader (armed detective agency, but mostly dazai bc the favorite)

before you read: hi, in case you're new, you're megumi's younger half-sibling, and while you don't have cursed energy, you do have scarlet witch's powers and abilities! aside from that, as a special scarlet witch variant, you also have the ability to travel across the multiverse. how chaotic! furthermore, like your half-brother megumi, you are being cared for by gojo satoru, who also serves as your adoptive father. for more info, please see the masterlist.

as the harbinger of chaos that you were, and with reality-warping abilities far greater than any that exists in the world of gifted mafias and detectives, as well as your home world, the world of curses and cursed techniques—it was only natural for you to put your gift to use.

"[name]-chan!~" ranpo called your name.

ranpo, being the sharp detective that he was, noticed how you seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. in fact, you've been extra bubbly since you arrived in their universe.

"you seem to be in a good mood today," ranpo observed as he extended his hand to ruffle your [color]-hair locks as you sat on the seat next to him, swinging your legs back and forth.

"it's nothing!~" you exclaimed with a closed-eye smile, enjoying your uncle ranpo's head pat.

you and ranpo perked up, directing your gaze towards yosano, who was sitting on her desk and suddenly spit out her drink, completely taken aback—something that none of you were used to seeing given how cool and calm your auntie yosano was.

"yosano-sensei?" dazai questioned, blinking at the short-haired woman, "what's wrong?"

"someone swapped the wine in my locker into grape juice instead," yosano exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at the contents of the wine glass she had just filled, "damn.."

"oi, dazai, stop messing with yosano-sensei," kunikida said to the bandaged-man who was lounging at his desk, making a paper plane for you out of one of the report papers that was lying on his desk.

"ehh? that wasn't me, kunikida-kun," dazai exclaimed, a childish pout immediately appearing on his face in response to the accusation.

"really now?" kunikida questioned, raising his brow and placing a hand on his hip.

"yes, really! you're such a jerk, kunikida-kun!" dazai huffed, folding his arms across his chest, "i would never ever pull off such a thing to yosano-sensei because knowing myself, i would have done it to you instead!"

"WHY YOU—" kunikida was cut off.

fukuzawa had entered the office, covered in colorful confettis from head to toe, just as kunikida was about to grab dazai by the collar and strangle him alive with his bare hands.

ranpo's eyes widened as he tried to suppress a laugh and a smile, "p-president.."

"w-what happened to you?" naomi inquired, cupping her mouth to cover her own laugh.

"i supposedly had a box of rice buns in my office, but when i opened it... it was confetti instead," fukuzawa exclaimed, puzzled.

"that's so strange, president! the same thing happened to me earlier too, but instead of confetti, my packed gyudon turned into party streamers when i opened it," kenji raised his hand, completely unfazed and still smiling, "city life sure is exciting! you never know what happens next."

"are you sure it's not you, dazai-san?" atsushi asked as dazai handed you the paper plane he folded before he gasped and clutched his chest dramatically.

"atsushi-kun, how dare you! it wasn't me!" dazai exclaimed, motioning over you, who were still laughing and cheerfully swinging your legs as you waved the paper plane in the air with ranpo still behind your seat, "i'm playing with [name]-chan over here!"

"well, whoever is pranking us sure is good," sighed tanizaki, entering the office not long after fukuzawa with kyouka trailing behind him, "instead of confetti and streamers, powdered sugar exploded in my face!"

"i got ribbons in my hair..." kyouka muttered quietly, covering her face with her hands as her face flushed with embarrassment. Instead of flowers, kyouka's hair was adorned with ribbons.

"tanizaki-kun! kyouka-chan! oh, no! not you guys too!" atsushi's eyes widened at the sight of tanizaki being covered in powdered sugar and kyouka with ribbons in her hair.

after that, atsushi went over his own desk to find a tissue for tanizaki to wipe his face, but as soon as he found the box of tissues, something went wrong. as atsushi pulled a tissue, he noticed that it was connected to the others in the box by a chain or link, similar to a bunch of tied up handkerchiefs for a magic show.

"EHH?! THE TISSUES ARE TIED!" atsushi cried out, continuing to pull the tissues from the box.

"well, if it isn't dazai, who could it be?" kunikida sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked towards his desk.

"it's definitely not me. i'm hanging out with [name]-chan as well," ranpo shrugged, chuckling softly, "but this sure is entertaining to watch. that's nearly the entire armed detective agency members pranked."

you could hardly stop laughing at this point. ranpo's gaze was fixed on you as you played with the paper plane that dazai had given you, and he couldn't help but smile. even though ranpo knew what was going on with the agency today, he was letting it slide just this once.

kunikida approached his desk and opened his drawer, expecting to find papers and writing utensils presumably just to proceed with work despite the pranks that was being pulled off left and right, but instead found a swarm of butterflies—all sorts of colorful butterflies to be exact, the sight of which reminded him and everyone else of yosano's breathtaking thou shalt not die ability as he yelped and stumbled backwards in surprise.

with that, you burst out laughing, unable to hold back your laughter, and everyone in the office realized who was behind the pranks today—it was none other than the reality warping little witch they knew and loved.

"[name]-chan!" "[name]!" they all cried in unison.

"you prankster!" exclaimed dazai, extending a hand to pinch your cheek, which you simply giggled at.

"so, it was [name] all along," kunikida's lips graced into a smile as he sighed.

"of course it'd be [name]-chan, she's capable of warping reality in the blink of an eye. if it were dazai, it'd take him a long time to prank us one by one, unlike her, who can just cast spells or whatever without us even knowing," ranpo grinned as he looked at you.

"how did you do it, [name]? you had it planned, didn't you?" fukuzawa chuckled quietly, tilting his head and smiling softly.

you nodded in agreement, "and i did with my wiggly-woos magic at a molecular level!"

"chaos magic is truly a rivaled special ability," atsushi remarked, folding his arms across his chest, "[name]-chan got us good with it."

with everyone watching in awe, you lifted your index finger and using a red glow of psionics to transform the paper plane dazai folded you into a pretty blue monarch butterfly, "i'm glad i did because i've been practicing a lot, but the thing is uncle ranpo, i don't do spells. i've been told that reality can be whatever i want."

however, after using your wiggly-woos magic for that, you let out a yawn, prompting you to rub your eyes, which they undoubtedly thought was extremely adorable of you. in their eyes, you were a sleepy little kitten who had grown tired of playing all day.

"so cute!" both naomi and kirako squealed as they stared at you with a awestruck look.

"are you alright, [name]-chan?" dazai asked softly, noticing your suddenly sleepy state.

"mhm.. just sleepy.." you muttered quietly, yawning once more before giggling, "sorry.."

"well, except for ranpo-san and me, you pretty much pranked everyone with your wiggly-woos magic," dazai smiled at you, extending a hand to ruffle your hair, "that must have tired you out, right, [name]-chan?"

"i guess so.." you nodded drowsily in response.

"aww, come here sleepy little bella~"

with that, you made grabby hands towards dazai, indicating your want to be carried. dazai snatched you from your seat and drew you into his embrace, allowing your tiny figure to lean against him, your head against his shoulder, while you gripped the fabric of his brown coat.

dazai giggled at your sleepy and cuddly state, taking his hand to boop your nose, which you laughed at, but as soon as he started swaying gently, cradling you in his arms while humming a tune that seemed oddly familiar to the one that your adoptive father, gojo satoru, would hum to lull you to sleep, your eyes became heavier as you yawned more.

it wasn't long before you were dozed off in dazai's arms, all snuggled up in his embrace.

"[name]-chan fell asleep!" atsushi exclaimed quietly, a smile spreading across his face as he placed his hand on his lips, "how cute!"

"not only did she not prank dazai, but she chose to sleep with him instead of her uncle fukuzawa," tanizaki stated, shaking his head, "[name]-chan truly has favorites and it shows."

"and she didn't prank ranpo-san either," yosano sighed, chuckling softly, "talk about favorites."

"of course! it's only natural for [name]-chan to have me as her favorite. i'm her best uncle detective," ranpo smugly folded his arms across his chest before it faded into a pout, "but still, that makes me better than the boss, though i'm pretty sure the second favorite is that port mafia executive [name]-chan likes a lot."

"NOT THAT SLUG!" cried dazai all of a sudden in a comical and dramatic manner.

speaking of the "slug" with the ability to manipulate gravity, you whined softly in your sleep as dazai's raised voice prompted you to turn in your sleep.

"ah, sorry, [name]-chan! so sorry," dazai hushed you, apologizing and cradling you in his arms as he walked over to his desk and sat.

however, as dazai did, everything in the office began to glow red, alarming everyone. before anyone, including dazai, could react, all of the furniture, objects, and even themselves began to float upwards as if they had zero gravity as they became surrounded with the same red glow that was similar to nakahara chuuya when he makes use of his gravity manipulation.

"we're... floating," atsushi said, his arms spread wide as he tried, or more like struggled to balance himself in mid-air.

"even dazai-san is floating?" kyouka asked quietly, her gaze fixed on dazai, who was curled up slightly as he continued to cradle and hold your sleeping figure in his embrace despite floating in mid-air along with her and the others.

"for some reason, [name]-chan's chaos magic doesn't get nullified by dazai's," ranpo exclaimed, munching on a snack as he lay on his back in mid-air with an arm behind his head and a leg over his other, "it is most likely because [name]-chan's ability is counted as multiple abilities or simply because it is "magic," which conflicts with dazai's ability."

"that actually makes sense. [name]-chan is capable of more than just turning things into confetti, streamers, and butterflies. she can also travel across the multiverse, heal people, and most importantly," dazai exclaimed before stating his last sentence in a slightly disgusted tone, "control our gravity like that shrimp."

"oi, dazai, wake [name]-chan up! we still have work to do!" kunikida exclaimed, flailing his arms around in the air.

"you know i can't do that, kunikida-kun!" dazai replied back, his gaze narrowing slightly, "[name]-chan is going to get grumpy and throw a tantrum. don't you remember the last time?"

"dazai has a point, kunikida. we can't wake [name] up," fukuzawa cleared his throat, sweating as he remembered you crying and upset because they had woken you up. you were there up about it for nearly an hour, and it would have lasted longer if they hadn't brought you to the port mafia for chuuya or koyou to calm you down.

"well, floating around like this isn't so bad," yosano exclaimed, twirling around in mid-air before softly laughing, "it's pretty fun."

"yosano-sensei is right; this is relaxing as well!" kenji agreed, floating on his back with his limbs extended out, resembling a starfish.

"say, dazai, how long does [name] usually sleep?" kunikida sighed in defeat.

"hmm, [name]-chan usually sleeps for about an hour, but given how tired she is right now... i'd say more than an hour, kunikida-kun," dazai exclaimed, sweat dripping from his brow as he chuckled, motioning over to you drooling in your sleep, wetting his coat, but he continued to hold you and cradle you in his arms, patting your back.

"oh." was what all kunikida muttered back.

[ author's notes ! i was supposed post an angsty fic today, but didn't feel like it—so have some fluff instead :) i found myself enjoy writing this. it was just so cute <3 my heart is sooo full. anyway, i hope you liked it anon, and everyone who read this and made it this far. tysm for requesting hehe ! ]

[remikuii]

are you leaving me too?

( ᪥ ) : hii this is my first time doing a request and of course, posting a twoshot. thank you for your wonderful idea @monikadreemurr, i really love it !! (i'm thinking of making this one a series but i'll stick w/ twoshots).

characters : ranpo edogawa and reader (as his foster mother)

synopsis : everything's not fine for ranpo. everywhere he go, he finds his way out immediately. since the death of his parents, he was left alone with no one to rely on. his dad who's known as 'the clairvoyant' told him if anything were to happen, ranpo should go to yokohama and visit the police academy. throughout his journey, he secretly longed for love—an unconditional love of a mother who will give him hugs, praises and snacks to go throughout his lonely world.

warnings : nothing because it's all about baby ranpo :3 just wanna kiss him !!

"Mr. Edogawa....GET UP FROM THE FLOOR, NOW!"

Just a typical day for Ranpo's Police Academy Instructor to go insane from his tantrum in the middle of the class. Ranpo Edogawa, a student of Yokohama's Police Academy who got admitted for merely 3 days already set fire on his name. Instructors fear the time he comes inside the classroom with his usual bored face. Ranpo will be making remarks about how the lesson can be so easy that even a baby could understand.

"Just quit your job and find something else! You and your lessons bore me out, it's nothing but a piece of cake!" Ranpo remarked with a pout on his face.

Oh, what about his classmates? They're humiliated. There jaws are down the floor with their tired stressed eyes opened wide. 'How could he find the l-lesson that e-easy...' they question that time to time.

"How dare you...—" The instructor raised his hand when someone clapped their hands gently, getting everyone's attention.

"Mr. Imoto, I'm afraid that's not how you give discipline, yes?" A lady with a [hair length] [hair color] hair, glimmering [skin color], navy colored uniform and a badge questioned.

"Ah! Miss [Last Name]! I-I didn't mean—Class, greetings!" The class eventually stood up, acknowledging the presence of the Police Academy Head Assistant, Miss [Your Name].

"Everything's noted, Mr. Imoto. Oh, and Mr. Ranpo, I'm impressed of how you find every difficult lessons quite easy for you to understand, yes? Yet, a talk will be waiting for you after—"

"Couldn't it be now? I can't handle this man anymore." Ranpo straightened his uniform and pointed his index finger to the instructor who's now raging.

"The director won't be too happy if I myself, will break a rule. Now, back to business." Looking back to Ranpo, you sent him a genuine smile and threw a candy to him mouthing 'that will last long enough until later'.

After an hour of keeping his mouth shut to stop all the snarky comments he wants to throw to the instructor, Ranpo lazily gathered his things and left the room. He dig inside his pocket and found a lollipop that he bought maybe 2 months ago.

While walking, he heard a familiar voice yet far from the suiting voice he remembered. Their voice is firm and cold, as if it's ready to blow your whole dignity out with one word being spoken.

"Mr. Imoto, I don't want any excuses. Young Edogawa is a child, he has no one to rely on, this is the only place he could stay at for the moment. And as a Police Officer, should you act like this?"

Ranpo's steps halted. It's his first time to hear someone who cared about him this deep that despite the reality of him, crossing his limitations, you cared about his wellbeing.

"I...I do understand, Miss [Last Name], I deeply extend my apologies to the young boy."

'Miss [Last Name]? So, it's the head assistant..' Ranpo thought, placing the lollipop back to his pocket. Later on, multiple sounds of footsteps filled the hallway. In the end of it, there is Mr. Imoto alongside with you, his head hang low.

"Oh! Mr. Edogawa! I thought you have forgotten about the talk we're supposed to do." You let out a chuckle as she patted Mr. Imoto's back.

"Now, Mr. Imoto, what have we discussed...earlier?" You asked, a sinister smile creeping on your face.

"I—I, Mr. Edogawa...I would like to apologize a-about what I've done to you for the past 3 days...I..please forgive me..." Ranpo looked at you with a pout on his lips. 'Just like this? No sweets? Just apologies?' you shook your head and shrugged.

"No."

"Mr. Edogawa..." You started, handing him a box filled with his favourite snacks. There are some sweets from the foreign country that caught his attention.

"Hmmm...[Your Name]-chan! They're yummy!" You're taken aback when he addressed you informally. Yet instead of finding it disrespectful, you found it cute and heartwarming.

You watched him eat the whole pack of candies and open another one—the whole box almost empty. You found a genuine happiness to his face, smile plastered on his face while he took in the sweetness of the food.

You found yourself connected to the boy despite of him merely staying for 3 days and almost kicking himself out already. You found him pure and angelic, a soul that no one would understand if they're not interested to do so. You discovered the feeling that you want to protect him when he's about to be hit by his instructor.

"Okay, so, back to business...Ranpo..Why is it you feel that everything's just boring for you?"

"Oh that? I feel like all of them are dumb like, you can see from that situation who did that and why but they're acting stupid...It...scares me."

"Why...Why does it scare you?" You took a sit across the young boy, interested to how he would respond.

"It's like, I'm the only one who could see the monster..the darkness. They're not able to see it, that's why they can't see the truth.." Ranpo sighed and put the bag of candy down.

"You want some red bean porridge?" You asked, trying to lighten up his mood. Ranpo shook his head but his stomach says otherwise.

"Uhh...[Your Name]-chan? How do you know I like red bean porridge?"

"Oh well, I'm used to visit you when you're 4, I'm around 11 there, I think? Whenever your parents are away, I will take care of you. They will have some note on the table saying 'Don't forget he loves to eat red bean porridge, we'll be back by the evening.' and you'll end up eating 10 bowls.." I laughed at the memory and took my car keys from my table.

"Come on now, I think it's a job well done for you to even reach 3 days here.. Let's get some dinner !!"

"Oh please, can we buy a red bean porridge with a sweet sweet sweet mochi~? The last time I ate one, the mochi wasn't sweet enough!"

okayyy so, that's it for now..I feel sleepy. i don't even know how i wrote this haha, maybe will revise it later on.

take note : there's part 2~!

[justapastetic-humanbeing]

Their reactions to seeing them shipped (Bungo Stray Dog addition)

Ft: Soukoku, Shin Soukoku (afternotes: there was a mistake in the age calculations due to stupidity so just uhh ignore), FyoLai, FyoZai, RanPoe, SigZai Tw: A bit of swearing and mentions of sex but otherwise, none

Soukoku

"The slug??? The slug????" Dazai caught his head with his hand, shamefully covering the upper part of his head. He looks to Chuuyas direction, clearly disgausted. "Out of all the options available, y'all chose him??"

"Don't yap around like you're any better." The ginger scoffs. "I should be the one cursing the lord for being portrayed as even remotely interested in your ass."

"What do people even see in us? Clearly I deserve someone who can at least hold their liquor within at least the first 5 minutes." he fans the air.

"Don't give me that shit. A 7 year partnership with somebody isn't gonna turn into gay love, and that's not even considering the fact that I've repeatedly mentioned how badly I want to strangle this bandage fuck-"

"Actually" Dazai inturrupts with a finger raised. "It does occasionally end in gay sex. Just sayin'"

Chuuyas brows flutter. "PICK A SIDE WOULDYA??"

"I'm JUST stating out the truth"

"You mother-"

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FyoLai

"Did I just hear that correctly??" the clown gasps dramatically, holding onto the shoulder of the man beside him with a gigantic smile. "People think we have a romantic relationship, Dos!!! How adorbs is that??"

Dostoevsky seems to not pay his deepest attention to the matter. "Oh. That so. How fantastic"

Gogol turns to the side with a finger by his chin. "I wonder what they say about us?? And all the fake stories they write of our relationship! How exciting, how exciting! This has just made my day, no, my month!!" he giggles.

Dostoevsky looks up. "Oh, good for you."

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FyoZai

"Ohhhhhhhhh god. Nevermind what I said about Chuuya" Dazai shook his head in dismay. "Do I look like I'm remotely interested in a showerless-rat??"

"How foolish." the 'showerless-rat' in question replies. "I suppose I've heard worse in my life. But to come to such conclusion is utterly ridiculous and mindless."

Dazai is still shaking his head, unable to keep eye contact with Dostoevsky. "Couldn't these people pick a more tasteful person? I mean I wouldn't mind if I were to be paired at Kunikida at least."

(Dostoevsky has left the chat)

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RanPoe

"It's... flattering?..." the novelist mutters. "It's weird but... I don't mind it I guess?" The uncertainty in his voice was clear.

He looks to Ranpo, who doesn't seem to be paying attention. "Ranpo? Are you gonna say anything or..."

"Huh? Oh" He looks up to the man. "I like it."

"Y-you do?"

"Well yeah. You're always providing me with the most free snacks out of all the people in the Agency. Hey by the way" He cocks his head. "Why don't you show me that novel you were talking about? It has something to do with powdered donuts right?"

"Well... I didn't write it but... since that person gave it to me... you can read it... I haven't read it yet so..."

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SigZai

"Romantic...? With....Dazai?"

"Well isn't that an upgrade." Dazai tosses his head.

"Pardon?"

"Well, when I say a tasteful person, I suppose Sigma would certainly fit the bill."

"Uhm, no, no, no????" The manager denies. "I do not... wish to be a part of this?? Who is the one that makes this statement??"

"It's not a someone. It's the internet, a community of a kind, something that I reccomend you to stay away from"

"I am aware of what the internet is" Sigma says. "I just don't get it?? What romance is there between us? Had I just not noticed?"

"Oh believe me, you don't need that in order to have people create a ship for us"

Sigma raises an eyebrow. "A ship? They built a ship for us?" he questions, thinking of the boat kind of ship. "Why does that have anything to do with all this??"

"Oh Sigma."

[voidcat]

– armed detective agency taking care of you when you're sick

a/n: self indulgent drabble lol... legit wrote this with a fever + headache while tired so there may b typos etc idk

yosano akiko: asseses your situation, pinpoints what it is you're suffering from and gives you the most effective, appropirate medicine, makes sure you rest and stay hydrated. do you need to stay tucked in bed and sweat? she'll make sure of it. do you need help getting up? don't worry she's got it covered, just say whatever you need. she'll order a good old hot chicken broth soup (or something similar to it) with spices and lemon. recovery in record time, probably the quickest and most comfortable you've healed, ever. her medical experience shows through her treatment but she makes sure to check you emotionally and support you.

kunikida doppo: similar to yosano but he fusses over it a bit more... keeping count of which medication you took down to its very second. he'll worry at first but keep his emotions in check in no time and go with a logical approach. anything you want, he will make it, cook it, help you drink or eat it if he must. he might be a bit too stern about use things such as painkillers, antibiotics etc... checking what kind of reaction what medicine might have with the other, spending time to pick the safest option for you.

miyazawa kenji: less fussing and more smiles. it's a mix of natural remedies and a modern approach. so let's say you have a fever, he'll prepare a vinegar soaked washcloth to your forehead, if your throat hurts, he will mix turmeric and honey, brew you tea and prepare a family recipe that'll mix you up in no time! (he might dial up the agency before going with some of his more natural remedies if some of them didn't produce the best of results the last time though)

fukuzawa yukichi: he will be worried at first, but gather himself and making sure you're tucked safely in the confienements of your bed (after a good bath and change of clothes), he will rush out to get what's best for your situation. ask yosano, or the clerk at the pharmacist if needed... he might, lose track of time and return a bit later than planned, only to see you've long fallen asleep though. stay by your side for as long as he can, run his hand over your skin or hair to soothe you whenever you are awake and suffering from a headache, probably end up as a human pillow at some point.

ranpo edogawa: he most likely got sick right before you did... (okay joke aside he'll probably appear as nonchalant but dial up fukuzawa and ask the agency for help, then seat himself next to you in bed snacking as you take whatever medicine, tea or soup they provided you. he is more of a moral support if anything... even though he'll complain the whole time about how your plans for the day together are now ruined and you've left him all alone

dazai osamu: probably the most useless out of them all (along with atsushi) similar to ranpo, he will have someone else do all the work (buying medicine, cooking etc), toss around and be all dramatic when there is no response from you because you've fallen asleep. might go as far as to go all out and act around as if you're dying (that's how he got the agency members over to your place with anything useful they could think of– be it a first aid kit and all) but despite all the dramatics, like fukuzawa, he will stay by your side– you may end up as the human pillow though, or both of you falling asleep on one another and waking up in uncomfortable positions, limbs hurting and all.

nakajima atsushi: spend a good portion of his time worrying and fussing over you for sure. dramatic, but it is all about you. he will call the first person he can think of for help, asking what he should do and shouldn't. he might try to cook something with whatever ingredients he got at hand, it's purely luck whether it'll taste good or not (he might've added in sugar instead of salt, don't make that face now) with the arrival of help, he might stand back and watch, but asking every five minutes or so how you are feeling, is your headache gone, what is it you need, oh wait let me stack up pillows for your back– at the end of the day, he'll exhaust himself as well and fall asleep next to you, making sure your position is comfortable.

[lovedazai]

LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON THEM

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, nikolai, tecchou

p.s.! ⊹˚. this has been in my drafts forever & on my mind for even longer :< i just want to spoil all of them

DAZAI ー dazai is glowing under all of your attention. the rosy smudges cover his entire face; they peek from beneath his bangs, traveling across his cheekbones and bleeding over the edges of the bandages on his neck. he didn’t know how long it’d been since you first cupped his cheeks, a smile curling his lips when he saw the red painted on yours. getting showered in your kisses was like a dream, and he thinks that if he were to die right now, it’d be even more euphoric than he could’ve ever imagined. he buries his hand in your hair to cup the back of your head, urging you to continue. he shamelessly whines when you pull away, even if you’re still close enough for the tips of your noses to brush. “just one more?” you press your lips to his cheek, but his lithe finger curls under your chin to bring you back to his lips, darkening the pigmented smears on the corner of his mouth. he lets out a dreamy sigh as he looks at you, wiping the lipstick that escaped the outline of your lips with his thumb. “just one more?” he kisses you, mumbling the rest against your mouth. “for real this time?”

CHUUYA ー chuuya had given you his black card for the day, letting you buy whatever you desire with the promise of showing him everything when he got home that night. shopping bags and tissue paper dot the floor; the soft blue eyes that watched you flaunt your new clothes now linger on your lips as you apply your new lipstick. “i really like this color,” your phone camera works as a makeshift mirror, and you pop your lips, bright red spread evenly across them. “i got it because it reminded me of you.” you make yourself comfortable on his lap, placing your knees on each side of his thighs before you press your lips to his skin, warm from his blush. you start kissing along his cheekbone, leaving a trail of stains across his face until you press your lips to his. his bare thumb makes itself home against your jaw, and his ungloved fingers are warm from where they rest on your skin. when you pull away, chuuya’s grin is equal parts lovesick and prideful, and you smile at the marks you left behind. “this color looks so good on you.” he says, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. “yeah? it looks good on you too.” you kiss the corner of his lips, watching in satisfaction at how it smudges his skin. he holds you firmly to his chest, hand sneaking beneath your shirt and settling on the dip of your lower back. “you got any more to swatch on me, pretty girl?”

RANPO ー the smile that formed when you first started kissing ranpo slowly drops as his lips quiver and his hands grip at your shirt, keeping you close to his chest. the stains left behind from your lips are camouflaged against the background of his flushed cheeks, pretty pink complimenting the green of his eyes. “so pretty,” you mumble. “did you know you’re the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen?” you think you hear him whimper at your words, and the little noises vibrate against your mouth. his lips are sweet from the konpeito he was eating when you first found him, and you make sure to linger on them every now and then. his grip on your shirt tightens when you pull away, smiling at the collection of lipstick marks across his face. “why’d you stop?” he pouts. “i’m out of space. i kissed you all over.” you tilt your head, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose. “except there.” his hand leaves your side to pull at his loosened tie, and you watch him unbutton the top of his shirt until his collarbones are visible. “there,” his hands settle against your waist once more, tugging you back to your rightful place pressed against him. “now keep going!”

FYODOR ー what starts as one kiss turns into two, then three; you couldn’t resist the urge to keep going when you saw how easy it was to paint his pale skin with your lipstick. you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind as he sits at his desk, grinning to yourself as you trace the marks across his cheekbones with your finger. “what are you smiling about?” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, a slight smile of his own growing. “nothing. you’re just handsome.” he hums, spinning his chair to face you. “does it have something to do with this, i wonder?” he has a knowing glint in his eye as he holds your jaw to trace his thumb along your mouth. you kiss his fingertip from its place on your lip, admiring the way the pigment stains his fingertips as best you can; it's a welcome contrast to the blood from his biting habit. he takes the opportunity to pull your face to his own, kissing your lips as his hands sneak to your waist. “if you insist on showering me with your sweet affection,” his lips curl upwards into a self indulgent grin as he pulls you onto his lap. “you should at least be comfortable while you’re doing it.”

NIKOLAI ー you carefully trace the shape of your lips, not noticing the man who teleports into your room; you hear him before you see him. “boo!” you jump, gaze drawn from your reflection to nikolai’s smiling face, peeking up from behind your shoulder. “kolya,” you sigh. “you almost ruined my lipstick.” he meets your pout with a giggle, squishing your cheeks in his hand. “lipstick, you say?” a gloved finger swipes across your lip, smearing the fresh coat you’d just put on. his visible eye sparkles as he looks down at the fabric, darkened with pigment. before you can realize it, he’s taken your spot at your vanity and pulled you into his lap. he taps his cheek in the form of a request, visible eye crinkled from how hard he smiles when your lips meet his skin. it only grows with each kiss you place, giggling when you brush his hair back to kiss along his jaw. when he looks over your shoulder and catches himself in the mirror, dotted with red stains, he can’t help but wish your marks were as permanent as his scar. he grabs your chin, turning your head so he can press his lips to yours. “i thought you wanted me to kiss you,” your nose brushes his, eyes falling to his tinted lips before he tilts your face upwards to meet his gaze. “don’t be so greedy,” he grins, twirling your lipstick tube between his fingers. “it’s my turn now.”

TECCHOU ー you were especially indulgent with your goodbye kisses today, and tecchou couldn’t find it in himself to mind. he leans into your touch as you tuck his hair away from his face, brushing your lips right beneath his marking. he lets you do as you please, content to stand there as your kisses tickle his skin and pleasantly turn his stomach. “can i have one here too?” he points to his lips, shivering when your hands curl behind his neck as you move to kiss the corner of his mouth, trailing back up to his cheek. “i have to go soon,” his voice is as serious as ever, but his lips are pulled into the tiniest of pouts, hands still lingering against your hips. your lips are pressed against his chin when he sighs your name, finally making you look up at him. the red stains scattered across his face match his uniform; the thought of your boyfriend going about his day visibly stained by your affection makes you fill with butterflies, and you've never been so thankful for his obliviousness. you place his hat on his head, straightening the brim. “stay safe today, okay?” you whisper, pressing one last kiss to his lips. he nods, hand falling to the handle of his sword, but his stoic face isn’t nearly as intimidating with your lipstick smeared across it.

BSD MASTERLIST

[nejiverse]

Heyy can you write how it would look when y/n met port mafia members by accident bc she burst into meeting room bc she didn’t know they had meeting in that moment (bc Mori didn’t told her he forgot)and y/n is Moris wife? She met Black lizard squad, Koyo, Chuya, Akutagawa and Higuchi. If you need something with Y/n ability her ability have something with singing.

AN ACCIDENTAL INTRUSION

Ougai Mori

a/n: of course! love this idea and i hope this is okay!! fem! reader

cw: kissing, that’s it

700 ish words

"Ougai~", you sang as you trudged down the vast halls of the Port Mafia base.

After healing some mafioso's with your singing ability, you'd searched almost every room but you just couldn't find him. You hadn't seen him all day.

"Not in here either..", you sighed with a saddened look.

You continued your search for your husband, remembering a few rooms you hadn't checked yet.

You were about to pass yet another room with no signs of him, but you put your ear to the door, hearing Mori's voice. You couldn't make out what he was saying but you were assuming he was talking to Elise.

"Surprise!! Hope you didn't miss me too—", your voice was caught in your throat when you felt a sharp knife at your throat.

It was Gin's instincts. She didn't recognise you so she saw you as a threat.

"Stand down Gin!!", Mori waved his hands frantically around so Gin wouldn't...y'know, kill his wife.

Once she received these orders, she took a step back and you were finally able to breathe again.

"What's a woman like you doing here?", Koyo raised a brown while Chuuya huffed with his arms folded.

"Who gives a damn? Can we wrap up this meeting?", he tapped foot against the floor impatiently.

"You haven't told them, love?", you inquired as you approached Mori and snaked your arms around his neck from behind, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Chuuya blinked a few times and let your words sink in. "LOVE?!", he shouted.

"Yes. This is my wife...so please try not to kill her, I can't do anything right without her by my side", he sweat dropped as Gin had an apologetic look on her face.

"I forgive you. You were only trying to protect my fool of a husband who can't seem to protect himself", you sent a smile Gin's way and she nodded in acknowledgment.

"Don't you think you're being a bit harsh on me dear?", Mori frowned.

"No, not really", you responded as you approached Chuuya.

"Wow, you're really as short as they say huh", as you put a hand on your chin and leaned close to him, he let out a 'tsk' and turned his face away from you.

"I'm still growing!", he retorted. Seems you struck a nerve..

"That's what every short person says!", you laughed and patted his shoulder. It was relatively true, most short people tend to say that even when they’ve reached the end of puberty..

"Hey why's there a bandaid on your nose?", you asked Tachihara.

"Well uh—".

Comically sliding over to Hirotsu, you put out your hand for him to shake. "Name's Y/n! Nice to meet you", he obliged, saying it was nice to meet you too and shook your hand.

"Edgy, I like it", she smiled at Akutagawa. Said man just sat there like 👩‍🦲

"Woah!! You're so elegant", your eyes sparkled as you took Koyo's hands in yours. "Your hair, kimono, everything!!".

Koyo felt a confidence boost as she thanked you.

"You too!", you looked at Higuchi and she blushed. She didn't get compliments like that often. It really made her day.

You made your way back to your husband and sat sideways in his lap, cupping his cheeks.

"And you, you're my favourite one of all, absolutely breathtaking", you giggled as Mori held the hand you had on his cheek.

"How do you manage to make me fall in love with you all over again every single time?, he placed a kiss on your lips, both of you smiling into the kiss.

Chuuya patently gagged. “Eugh, cut that shit out”.

You faced the mafioso's around the table, eyes glaring at Chuuya.

"You have quite the tongue for someone so short”, you huffed with narrow eyes. Chuuya was a pretty snarky man.

“What did you just call me?—”, he was about to stand up but Koyo sent a warning look to him so he decided against it and folded his arms like a child.

“Anyway…let the meeting commence!”.

"Actually, we were just wrapping things up before you came", Mori responded.

"Oh. Then this meeting has come to a close!".

masterlist :)

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is little scenario I wanted to write for my darling @therealdeathoracle :D <3

I hope you like it and enjoy!! :) <3

CW/TW: none, GN!Reader, SFW, chubby/plus sized reader, fluff, Ranpo might be a bit OOC, if I forgot anything please let me know! :) <3

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

My personal blanket || Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

"Ranpo, no. I love you, but you are a small man and you-" you started explaining to him, gently rubbing the bridge of your nose with two fingers.

"Come on!" Ranpo yelled out as he sat himself on the bed. You stood in front of him as you spoke.

"Are you saying I can't handle it?" Ranpo crossed his arms as his voice grew offended.

"I am just saying-" you tried explaining to him but he cut you off once again.

"No! I can handle it, come on!" Ranpo said excitedly as he opened his arms, opening his eyes too for the first time since you started "arguing" about this. Ranpo wanted you to lay on top of him and provide him a personal blanket, however you were unsure due to being chubby and Ranpo being on the skinnier side so you didn't want to hurt him or something else. You grew a bit insecure as Ranpo put down his hands on his hips and closed his eyes.

"Hm...I see. You doubt my deduction." he said slightly disappointed, turning his head to the side.

"What?" you scoffed as small laughter followed, unsure of what was he saying or rather was was he thinking exactly.

"I have two ideas." he said in usual tone as he put two fingers up. You raised your eyebrow at him, observing his face.

"First one! You think my deduction about me being able to handle you as my personal blanket is false which makes me highly offended. Second one! You simply don't want to cuddle me and looking for an excuse." he said in serious tone as he rested his hand on the bed. You took a deep breath before you spoke.

"Of course not! Who wouldn't want to cuddle world's best detective, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 when he is practically begging." he scoffed.

"It's not that I don't want to-" you gestured around with your hands but he cut you off again.

"So you simply doubt my abilities, is that it?" he asked in monotone voice with slight hints of being offended.

"If I even try to explain, will you listen to me?" you sighed out as your hands fell on your hips.

"Nope darling! You can either come and cuddle me and see for yourself. Was I ever wrong?" he smiled cheekily as he opened his arms again. You sighed out, admitting it was pointless to argue with Ranpo and you came up to him and his hands gently cupped your hips as both of you adjusted yourselves. He was laying down, his head resting a bit up as it was leaned on the bedframe as you rested on top of him, your arms wrapped around his back as your head rested higher on his chest. He rested his hands on your head, gently rubbing back and forth as he was playing with your hair. One of his legs rested next to you meanwhile his other one rested on top of your leg. You were smiling softly but you were still slightly unsure.

"See my love? I can handle it." Ranpo whispered as his fingers played with your hair making you close your eyes and just enjoy the loving sensation.

"I see, but are you sure you are okay?" you asked, still slightly concerned making Ranpo giggle out.

"Do I not seem okay? I am perfectly fine my love." he spoke softly through a whisper.

"Ahh, my personal blanket. I knew it will feel so comforting and safe." he took a little pause before he spoke up again.

"You feel so comforting and safe my love." he whispered as one of his hand rested and other one stroked your hair. Soft blush spreaded on your cheeks as you gently moved your head to face towards Ranpo. He was smiling at you, eyes slightly open and you returned the soft smile as you let your head fall back on his chest. His heartbeat was soothing and calm, slowly putting you to sleep.

"If we only had some candy here, it would be perfect." he said as you looked up at him, slightly annoyed for sudden interuption of your sleepiness.

"Ah! We do! Open the drawer, will you?" he said as he gently gestured towards the night table making you squint your eyes at him as you slowly put your hand out and opened the drawer giving him a chocolate bar. You closed it and put your hand back under him, once again adjusting for a nap that seemed like an amazing option right now. Ranpo was unwrapping the bar so loudly, you could feel it inside your brain. You looked up at him, shooting him an annoyed look as he took the first bite of chocolate.

"That's because you doubted me." he said as he was chewing, pointing rest of the bar at you.

"I might be, but we can discuss that later." he said as he swallowed the last bite and put down the wrapper next to two of you. As you saw that you tried to get up and throw it in a trashcan but Ranpo pulled you back on his chest, hugging you tightly. Your eyes widened a bit at shock, you knew he was clingy...but not this clingy. Your chest were filling up with warmth as you relaxed into his chest once again.

"You are so childish." you scoffed as you placed your head back on his chest.

"I am also lazy and I don't care about wrapper. Stay with me my love." he said softly as his fingers gently tangled in your hair leaving shivers down your spine and relaxing you more alongside with his soft heartbeat and warmth of his body.

"Now I want to take a nap with my most comforting, soft and safest blanket I have..with you my darling." he kept stroking your hair as soft words left his lips, slowly putting you to sleep as you weakly nodded, drifting into a nice sleep and Ranpo following shortly after.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed! :D <3

Thank you my lovely Death for discussing this with me, I hope you enjoyed the most :3 <3

Huge thanks to everyone for being nothing but kind and loving towards me and supporting my works! It truly means so much to me, huge kisses on the forehead for everyone! :D <3

[sanoluvs]

.˚✩ - WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD !

CHARACTERS ! : ranpo, dazai, akutagawa

CONTENT ! : period, fluff

A/N ! : i wrote this a bunch of times cus it didnt save..it was quite a hassle to keep recreating this, especially with my low motivation and writers block. thank you, and enjoy!

RANPO is ironically confused with your unusual attitude. He isn't an expert in girly problems, especially periods. So of course he's beyond dumbfounded once you start snapping at him more. You'd only ever get annoyed with his childish demeanor when you're hard at work, not whatever this is. At first, he simply brushes it off as something wrong on his side. Maybe you're angry because of the mess he made this morning? Or maybe you were simply in a bad mood today, and if that's the case, then he knew what he had to do. And although it felt very wrong to share his snacks, he didn't mind sharing them with you, especially when you're having a bad day. "Y/n saan!! look at what I brought!!" he gleamed, hopping up and down while shoving a handful of chips into his mouth, quickly making sure to hand you some, "here you g-" but as he was about to finish, your hand suddenly came flying at his face, forcefully knocking him over, while your other hand furtively took the chip bag out of his grip. "Mine!!" you exclaimed in victory, shuffling yourself out the door while smirking maliciously. "Oww, now what was that for?" he yelled, rubbing his head while forcing a pout on his face. He soon figured out what was happening, once he'd finally decided to ask Yosano about this, only earning a loud chuckle from her as she explained to him.

DAZAI had already figured out what was happening as soon as he laid his eyes on you holding your stomach, dragging your feet through the ground in an attempt to move, while an ugly grimace tainted your scrunched-up face. Believe it or not, Dazai had become quite interested in the female body and how it functions. After all, how was he supposed to take care of you when he doesn't even understand periods? "Alright Belladonna, on a scale 1-10 how bad is it?" He questions, a worried sigh escaping his lips. His bandaged arms wrap themselves around your trembling form, his hand slowly caressing your cheek, seeking to ease your pain. ......Pfft, did you really think he didn't plan to have this moment with you? ..No you didn't. "Tadaa!!" He unwrapped your blindfold, revealing the large chocolate bar in his hand, and watching your eyes light up just from the sight of it. Calling him provocative is a large understatement. Expect above and beyond from him, of course, but don't you think for one second that your vulnerable feelings won't be played with. "Ooo~ you like it? Ya, ya I picked it out from the shelf just for you." A cocky grin appeared on his face, staring at your elated expression, as hishe dangled the chocolate in front of your face, mocking your vulnerable expression. Only turning away to continue his babbling. "Now, now. No need to thank me, I only did what I needed t-" but soon his big-mouthed babbling end once your hand hurriedly ripped the wrapper open, quickly shoving it in your mouth. "H-hey! Easy there- What are you, an animal?!" He yelled in utter horror, only to have his screams turn into realization. "..That was the last bar..wasn't it."

AKUTAGAWA is beyond broken. He already feels so terrible about himself that this just sends him off the edge. Being a perfectionist, he always tries his hardest to impress you, to make you notice him. And you do, you always give him the attention he craves, no words needed, just his usual puppy-dog stare toward you immediately melts the mood. So imagine his surprise when you suddenly started snapping at him, scrunching your pretty face up, yelling in his face, not even sparing him a breath. He blinked, a small gasp escaping his lips before his expression suddenly emptied. Blank. His mind completely blanked, only a single thought running in his emotionless mind. "What....went wrong?.." he asked himself, not even noticing your hands soon shake in the air from pure remorse and worry, obviously regretting your earlier meltdown. "H-hey!! N-no, Aku please don't be sad- I- I promise I didn't mean it, it just came out-" you babbled, continuously face slapping yourself. You hurriedly laced your hand with his, leaning your face into his while repeated apologies spill from your mouth, such cheeky words you thought you'd never use rolled off your tongue, with the only hopes of making him feel better.

a/n: god damn. this isn't the first drabble i've done on here but..im lowkey kinda fond of this ?? probably gonna hate it later though. *dies*

[found-family-fan]

YAY, I know how to make large GIFs now 😊

Here's a better (all-encompassing) look at what my earlier animation was about...

I loved putting this scene together, I have to say ^^