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[the-undeadwriter]

Hi there! I have a hurt/comfort request for Ranpo. Would you be willing to write headcanons or a scenario for his s/o (ADA!reader) being captured and held hostage by an opposing organization, and he and the others won't be able to rescue them for a few days due to circumstances? Let's also say for the sake of writing they can't use their ability to escape cuz their captors accounted for that. They're visibly shaken and terrified when the other members can finally rescue them, and Ranpo has to help calm them and assure them they're safe now.

Is there a reason this took so long? Nope! Just a mild depressive episode :)

Anywayyyy this got super long, so I had to cut this kinda short!! If anyone wants a part two or something similar, don’t be scared to ask!

Warnings: Kidnapping, references to violence. GN! Reader!

Requests are open!

It’s been… fuck, about a week? Keeping track of days is incredibly difficult when there’s no windows and you keep being fed at vastly different times to throw you off. You can’t even scratch the number of days you think you’ve been in here because of these stupid shackles!

At the very minimum, you sighed, leaning back against the cool wall of the blank cell you’d been kept in, you’d be able to study these shackles when you got back to the agency. If you got back at all…

You believed in your coworkers— your friends, your boyfriend— ability to get you back safely, but it was hard to keep up hope when you’d been stuck here for days, and your captors made it a point to torture you for information every other day.

You sigh again, closing your eyes and shifting in place, trying to get comfortable. These shackles held your hands behind your back, digging into your skin. It was a struggle to even stand without the help of your hands, let alone lie down—

Clank!

…what the fuck was that?

Bang!

No, seriously, what—?!

BOOM!!

Oh, shit— this is how you die, isn’t it? you didn’t answer any of their questions, and now they were gonna kill you for being a stubborn idiot— shit, were you shaking??

You can’t move. You’re chained to a wall, scared out of your mind— you’re a sitting duck. Prey, caught in a trap. Stars, this is the end?? You were going to die in a cold cell, without seeing any of your friends ever again? Fuck, they wouldn’t even have a body to bury holy shit—

“Oh, Hey!! I found them!”

…Dazai????

You look up— when did you close your eyes— and see Dazai, standing a few feet away from the bars of your cell.

He’s not looking at you, he’s staring down a darkened hallway just out of view. You shift up, trying to— get his attention? See what’s he’s looking at??— But you only manage to twist your arms uncomfortably.

You try to clear your throat, speak up and call for assistance, but— pounding footsteps echo through the stone facility, rapidly approaching before Dazai is unceremoniously shoved out of the way with a small protest by— “R- Ranpo!?”

This past day has been so fucking strange but— You really hadn’t expected being rescued today, let alone by the entire agency. You were that important, huh? They didn’t even do that when Atsushi and Kyouka got kidnapped.

You don’t really recall what happened next— not clearly, anyway. You think there was a lot of crying, probably from you. You don’t know how the cell was opened, or when you were led out of the facility, or when they got those cuffs off, but you were sitting on the floor outside now, with Yosano carefully checking over the angry red marks on your wrists while you felt your ability slowly returning to you.

“Mh, shouldn’t be too bad… you won’t be able to do any workouts for a bit, but…” She shrugs, pulling a blanket over your shoulders with a small sigh. She rests her hands on your shoulders for a moment before pulling you into a hug, squeezing you gently. “You’ll be okay.”

You carefully pull away, tugging the torn sleeves of your shirt down. Glancing back towards that god forsaken ability reveals that you weren’t the only person inside. You see dozens of other people being led out by varying authorities— it seems this wasn’t just an agency mission.

Turning back to Yosano, you pull the blanket tighter around yourself. “Yosano-sensei…” You start carefully, voice cracking from disuse. “Where’s—?”

Carefully, warm hands settle on your shoulders, pulling your body backwards towards someone’s chest. They rest their head on yours, taking a deep breath before pulling away. You tilt your head back, already aware of who’s behind you. “Ranpo,” You breathe out, eyes wide.

Your beloved partner stares down at you, expression tight. You hear Yosano stand with a grumble, heeled shoes clicking against the pavement as she walks away, but you don’t care about her right now. You were seeing your boyfriend for the first time in days, you were busy.

Slowly, he steps around you and drops to his knees in front of you, opening his eyes and carefully scanning over your features. He lifts a shaking hand and presses it against your cheek, brushing away some of the dirt caked onto your skin. “Hi,” he whispers, voice cracking on the syllable.

You make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, catching his hand and holding it in your own with a smile. “Hey,” You rush out, feeling like you can finally breathe again.

Ranpo doesn’t cry, not like you are, but he doesn’t need to. Something in his face shifts, and you know, without words, that he’s just as happy to have found you finally. He leans forward and presses your forehead against his own, letting his eyes fall shut as he breathes out— like he can finally breathe again too.

It will take you… a while, to fully recover. Physically and otherwise. But, you are out. You are safe. Your boyfriend is with you, as are your friends. No matter what comes, no matter what happens, you will be okay.

You know you will be. You have to be.

[the-undeadwriter]

Going crazy not being able to write for GAP so take these incorrect quotes :P

Reader: *making dinner for themself.*

Oda: …that’s… that’s too much salt.

Reader, pouring copious amounts of salt onto their plate: try and stop me, ghost boy

———

Kyouka: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?

Reader: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.

Dazai: Atsushi bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but they’re WRONG.

———

Reader: Are you trying to seduce me?

Dazai: Why, are you seducible?

———

Dazai: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.

Atsushi: So you're just gonna wait until Reader is in danger and save them?

Dazai: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.

Atsushi: ...

Atsushi: You're insane.

———

Reader: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Dazai: Even better!

Reader: What the fuck did you-

Dazai: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

———

Dazai: Today is Non-binary Awareness Day!

Dazai, staring into Reader’s eyes: I AM AWARE OF YOU.

Reader: Really wish you weren’t.

———

Reader: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Atsushi: What the hell do you do?

Reader: I die? What kinda question...

———

Dazai: When did you become a hero?

Reader: Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

Dazai: You’re the last person on earth I wanted to rescue me.

Reader: Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

———

Dazai: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

———

Dazai: Two brooooos!

Reader: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Dazai: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!

Reader:

Dazai:

Reader: *tearing up*

Dazai: Babe, c'mon...

Reader: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.

Dazai: Babe...

———

Dazai: It is 6:09 .

Dazai: I am wondering why I’m still alive.

Dazai: Send Wendy’s.

Reader: The whole restaurant?!

———

Dazai: Reader and I are no longer dating.

Reader: Dazai, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

———

Elise: Why is Reader crying?

Chuuya: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Reader: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Elise: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Reader: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Elise: NO, NOT THAT!

———

Mori: —and what’s your ability?

Reader: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

Mori: …

———

Reader: Okay, help me, please!

Akutagawa: Got two words for you.

Reader: I bet they won't be helpful.

Akutagawa: Your problem.

Reader: I was right.

———

Reader: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Elise: How so?

Reader: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

———

Chuuya: Seriously, all you do is bitch.

Reader, tied to a chair: I happen to bitch the perfect amount for someone in my situation.

———

Elise, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl:I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Akutagawa, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Mori, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Chuuya, appalled: Call the exorcist.

———

Yumeno: I'm not creepy.

Yumeno: I'm petty.

Yumeno: There's a difference, ya' know.

———

Reader: *coughs blood*

Chuuya: Don't die, Reader!

Reader: Don't tell me what to do!

———

Yumeno: When do you usually go to sleep?

Reader: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

———

Reader: Yumeno, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Yumeno: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

———

Reader: You’re jealous.

Akutagawa: Jealous?

Reader: That’s why you were being so negative about this.

Akutagawa: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.

———

Chuuya: Fuck you.

Reader: No u.

Chuuya: I'm down.

Reader: You're like 15, what the fuck-

Chuuya: I AM NOT 15!

———

Albatross: Can you keep a secret?

Reader: Do you know anything about my life?

Albatross: No, I don't. Good point.

———

Lippmann: We need a plan to beat them.

Doc: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.

Lippmann:

Doc : Judge me all you want, I get results.

———

Iceman: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.

Reader: My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

———

Albatross: I have a plan.

Oda: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

Albatross: …

Oda: …

Albatross: I no longer have a plan.

———

Lippmann: As your best friend—

Reader: Oda is my best friend.

Lippmann, holding a knife: As your best friend—

———

Albatros: Are you sure Lippmann's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

———

Reader: Oda, keep an eye on Albatross today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Oda: Sure, I'd love to see Albatross getting punched.

Reader : Try again.

Oda, sighing: I will try to stop Albatross from getting punched.

———

Albatross: Met a dumbass today. Awful.

Reader: You looked in a mirror?

Albatross: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.

———

Oda: Jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains…

Albatross: A ray of hope for me!

———

Oda: Why are you talking to yourself?

Reader: It’s called a soliloquy, bitch.

———

Piano man: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around?

Reader: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.

———

Iceman: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems.

Albatross: Weight loss? Drink water.

Lippmann: Clear skin? Drink water.

Reader: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

———

Author: We'll talk about this later.

Reader/Watcher: Fine, I won’t be listening.

———

Muse: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?

Reader/Watcher: The afterlife, I guess.

———

Story: Do we have any orange juice left?

Reader/Watcher: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Reader/Watcher: Sorry, we’re all out.

[the-undeadwriter]

hey, if it’s not too much of a bother could you write a part two for the napoleon of crime? Thanks!!

Hehe I was hoping someone would ask for this >:)

Pt 1|pt 2(here!)|pt 3?

Warnings: eghhh the reader was a crime lord at a point in time, accidental child abandonment? Vague implications of children committing crimes/ partaking in illegal activities, reader is gn!

Requests are open!

It had been close to a year before things truly started going down hill.

Walking through the streets of Gotham, making your way towards a museum you planned to visit, you had been grabbed and dragged into an alley.

Initially, you thought you were being mugged. Muscles tensing, you were already reaching towards your back pockets to grab your taser when—

Arms wrapped around you, a trembling figure burring their face into your shoulder. You can’t quite tell if they’re crying or laughing, as they mumble what seems to be gibberish.

Now, you just feel bad.

“H-Hey… you alright?” You murmur, bringing your hand up and gently patting them on the back. They whimper, pressing further into your chest.

Sniffling quietly, they look up at you with big watery eyes. Looking at their face, you can tell they’re a lot younger than you— probably still technically a teenager.

“Where did you go?” They sniffle again, clenching the fists into the fabric of your coat. Your confusion must be obvious, because their bottom lip starts wobbling and fresh tears spring to their eyes.

You panic immediately, hands clenching at your sides before you go and wipe their tears. “Sorry— sorry, it’s okay- I’m sorry-“

Apologies tumble from your lips easily as you attempt to console them. They don’t calm down completely, but enough that you feel comfortable enough to smile. “There we go… now, let’s sit down and you can explain who you think I am, alright?”

They nod again, wiping their eyes with a fist and sinking to the filthy floor and leaning against the wall. You hesitate, staring at the ground with distrust before sighing and sinking to the floor beside them. “Start from the beginning, ok?”

The beginning, as it turns out, was almost five years ago.

According to the strange teen— who introduced themself as “Raz”— you had found them in the streets. You took them in and thought them “everything they needed to know”— those lessons ranged from how to rob someone to how to do basic multiplication.

From what they described, you were their primary guardian. Not a parent, but close enough.

The way they described you…. It almost didn’t sound like you. You were ready to call them a liar and escort them to the gpd, but… you remembered those questions the Wayne’s had asked you when you first woke up. The gaps in your memories, the strange dreams…

You wanted to believe your new family was telling the truth, but…. Raz was a kid when you found them initially. From how distraught they were when they dragged you into the alley… you were inclined to believe there was some truth to the words.

And, from what Raz described, the Bat’s knew of their existence— both as your sidekick and as your ward. The fact that they never told you about Raz, or attempted to look for them…

“Well,” you breathe out, keeping your eyes on the building in front of you. “That’s certainly a lot to take in.” There’s an interesting piece of graffiti across from you— it looks like a snarling dog, painted in shades of green.

Raz hums beside you. “…do you believe me?” Their voice cracks on that last word, and they wrap their arms around their knees and curl inwards slightly.

You glance at them out of the corner of your eye, taking in their expression. Their eyes are downcast and their clothes are ripped and torn in multiple places. You frown.

“…Yes. I do.”

[the-undeadwriter]

Hello, hope you are doing well. I wanted to have one gift since it’s my birthday, could you do headcanons for Cassandra Cain dating a shy, nerdy male who has self esteem issues?

Hehe happy birthday!!!

Warnings: none! Reader is male :)

Requests are open!

Immediately stops you if you attempt to talk bad about yourself— she’s not about to let anyone talk shit about her boyfriend!!

Tries to encourage you to speak up more and engage in the conversation— she’s painfully aware of what it’s like to be ignored or spoke over, and she definitely won’t let that shit slide if someone intentionally interrupts you

Loves listening to you talk— whether it’s about something you read, some game you were playing or a project you were working on, she is listening intently!!!

Honestly, she finds the long lectures and rants incredibly cute :)

Does NOT let anyone be even slightly rude to you. The second someone starts being passive aggressive or snobby she’s walking away with you, arm in arm.

The public definitely views the two of you as “Girlboss x malewife” lmao

[the-undeadwriter]

could you do some fluffy headcanons of Cass with a GN reader who is very serious 99% of the time, but when they are alone with Cass become a lot more relaxed?

Tried to add more but I really just ran out of ideas :,)

Warnings: none! Reader is gn!

Requests are open!

Most people are at least a little intimidated by you. Just a little.

You and Cass are both pretty similar— serious a majority of the time and only really relax around people you trust.

She loves knowing you trust her so much that you can let loose and relax around her :)

She does wish you were able to relate around her brothers, but she understands not being able to fully trust others.

Assuming you’re also a vigilante, she’s especially understanding of your serious nature!!

I think most goons/henchmen just give up if they see the two of you. If they see you being the key words ;)

[the-undeadwriter]

Can I get a Headcanon for ranpo with a stressed out partner (female reader please) because of work related stuff? Like how he would comfort the reader and make them feel better?

Of course you can!

Warnings: mostly fluffy! Reader is fem but it’s not too noticeable because of how I write lmao—

Requests are open!

I feel like Ranpo would definitely struggle with comforting you.

Like, let’s say you don’t work at the agency— he finds it hard to comprehend that you find something as mundane as your job stressful. Have you seen what he deals with?

It’s definitely a struggle in the beginning of your relationship, to say the least.

He’s very awkward— it’s a little sweet, though, how he goes about trying to cheer you up.

He’ll throw a blanket over your shoulders, pressing you down onto the couch insistently. Dump a few snacks into your lap and turn on some trashy show— the kind that no one really pays attention to, just background noise.

He plops down beside you and pulls you towards him, letting you sprawl across his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair.

And, as you’re falling asleep, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead and mumble quietly: you’ve got this, promise.

He struggles to understand your emotions, but he doesn’t need to understand to help in the end :)

[the-undeadwriter]

Just a silly Drabble/thought I had, maybe I’ll write a full fic about it at some point? Or at least a follow up :3

Reader is gn!

((Requests are open!!))

There’s something that’s been on my mind lately.

Plenty of people have written countless, brilliant stories, but I’ve yet to see one where the reader is… more than they seem, to say the least.

I’m curious as to who different these silly stories would be if the reader was more… powerful.

And, most of the plot is based around a silly book…

I think it’s obvious as to where I’m going with this.

Maybe you never use it.

That much power? In your hands?? Nu-uh, no thank you. You’ll just be keeping that book locked up, away from people who are more power hungry than yourself.

Maybe you only use it very rarely.

so, the buses are always late in Yokohama. Soo what? That won’t stop you- you need to get around somehow, and the train takes too long! Who cares about a simple rewrite— nobody suffers from the buses being on time for once, right?

Maybe you use it more often than you should.

So, so unfortunate that all the other applicants for your dream job have mysteriously gone missing! And, what ever do you mean— you had nothing to do with that girl who was hitting on your crush winding up in the line of fire! She shouldn’t have been there!

No matter what you do with it, you are in possession of the book. The book every organisation in Yokohama is searching for.

And, one would think having that power at your fingertips would be enjoyable, but instead! You have to lie to everyone you know, because they’re all too smart for their own good!

What? No, Atsushi, you didn’t see a member of the guild just now— come on, aren’t you hungry? Let’s go to that cafe you liked!

What? Dazai, what do you mean you just saw Chuuya? We’re nowhere near the mafias territory! Are you feeling alright? Maybe you need to sit down?

Oh, Poe? Sorry Ranpo, haven’t seen him. He sent you a text? Huh… maybe he’s late? I’m sure he’ll get here soon!

It would be exhausting.

There’s two routes this story could go.

Option 1, it’s very silly, fluffy and goofy. The reader desperately trying to keep this terrible secret, with everyone else being adorably oblivious and making their job more difficult.

Or, option two…

It’s dark. Spooky. Maybe some yandere aspects? The smartest, most cunning minds in Yokohama searching for you? You’re fucked. It’s a wonder you haven’t been kidnapped yet.

Maybe the story ends happily— everyone lives, evil is defeated and you get to live happily ever after with your new partner.

Or maybe… maybe the story doesn’t end that way.

Maybe you get captured and used for the power you hide.

Maybe you leave Yokohama behind.

Maybe you write yourself out of the story. Drop the book in some hidden space away from prying eyes and try to live normally.

Maybe, no matter how hard you try to write yourself out…

Something keeps writing you back in.

And there’s only so long you can hide.

[the-undeadwriter]

It’s a pretty common trope in the Yan!batfam community for the Reader to have been neglected, or in some way ignored. This usually ends in the reader moving away— it’s a very common story, basically the building blocks of every Yan!Batfam story on this platform. Figured I’d give it a try… with a little twist :P

Maybe I’ll write more of this I’m just super tired rn lmao

Reader is gn!

Growing up in Wayne manor, contrary to popular belief or opinion, was not the greatest experience. The ten years you spent in that house had been… incredibly isolating.

As a child, learning that your father had been the Bruce Wayne had been… well, a lot. Barely a few hours after your mother had died, and suddenly you were being shipped off to the biggest house you had ever seen.

Growing up isolated from your “family” had given you so much time to yourself… not having many friends at school meant you spent most of your formative years alone, online or in the garden.

You had always sort of known that there was something… different about you. Your online friend had asked you about it once, and you finally felt.. seen.

It was easy to get an appointment. They told you exactly what you wanted to hear. It was easy to get started on hormone blockers— the perks of having Bruce Wayne as your father, you supposed.

When you were seventeen you had your name changed— passing Bruce the papers under the guise of a school form. When you were eighteen, you moved out. Packed everything up and rented an apartment on the far side of the city.

Things got much better after you moved out. You formed more meaningful connections, got a decent job… you were finally living a life worth living.

You’d like to think your mother would be proud of you.

Now, if you knew that your estranged family would throw a fit over you moving out…

You probably still would have done it, all things considered.

[the-undeadwriter]

this is part two to this post!!

Requests are open!

Warnings: eh implied injury, mostly fluff because I can’t stand hurt no comfort!! Reader is gn!

Wordcount: 438 !!

Enjoy!!!

Waking up in the infirmary by yourself wasn’t a great way to start the day. Definitely not in your top ten.

It would have been better if someone was there with you, but… no one, not even Yosano was in the room with you.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Shifting your body upwards, you catch sight of a mop of brown hair leaning against the side of your hospital bed. “Os—“ your voice breaks and you start to cough, throat scratchy and dry.

Your coughing fit seems to wake your boyfriend up pretty quickly as he springs up, wide eyes staring into yours before he reaches over and hands you a glass of water.

Your fingers brush against each other and he pulls back like he’s been burned. You don’t linger on it, gulping down cool mouthfuls of water like it’s ambrosia.

You gasp for air once you pull the glass down from your lips, setting it harshly against the bedside table. You breathe heavily for a few moments— Dazai stares you down the entire time— until you finally manage to speak. “What— what happened?”

Your partner sits in silence for a bit before he speaks, his voice surprisingly low and lacking any emotion. “You got hurt,” he says plainly, looking at the blankets that cover you instead of meeting your gaze. “It’s… it was my fault, I should have—“

You catch his arm and pull him in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Your expression is stern as you speak, voice low between the two of you. “Don’t say that, Osamu. Not everything bad thing that happens is because of you.”

He goes to speak again, but you press another kiss to his face, again and again, each time he tries to disagree.He starts giggling, as you press a kiss to his forehead, and you can’t help but follow. When you attempt to pull back, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulled you back, hiding his face in your shoulders.

It’s the most open he’s been in “public”.

You’re so proud of him.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs against your skin. You reach up and hold him back. “It’s not your fault.”

You both stay there, in each other’s embrace, for what feels like hours. You feel Dazai shake in your arms, but you don’t say anything, simply holding him tighter.

You shift in the bed, laying back and pulling Dazai with you. You run your hands through his hair, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing even out.

You press one last kiss to his head before succumbing to slumber as well.

[the-undeadwriter]

Can you do the batfam x reader reader who at one point was poised to become "Gotham's Professor Moriarty, the modern Napoleon of Crime" but got amnesia (possibly associated bat family member's fault) before they could become a major threat and is now working with the batfamily, oblivious to their pre-amnesia self except a few old habits.

Ok so I was planning on adding more characters but my brain is imploding :,) if you want me to write the other characters don’t be shy to

ask!!!

Pt 1(here!)|pt 2|pt 3?

Requests are open !!

Warnings: implied criminal activity, injuries, reader is gn!

Wordcount: 548!!

Enjoy!!!

Waking up one day in a cave with no memories was something you would have never expected. Well, you would have never expected if you could remember who you were…

But, one day you woke up, surrounded by people wearing tight latex and Kevlar, attempting to ask you questions about things you had no clue about— what would you know about crime rings?? You barely remembered your name at the time!

They realised pretty quickly what had happened and, after a quiet debate, told you what might have happened.

Now, if you had all your memories, you would have known that this story was bullshit and the vigilantes in front of you were not to be trusted. But you didn’t have your memories, so you didn’t know that.

Which is why you’re here, several months later, fully integrated into the family and vigilante business. You weren’t allowed out on patrol or anything like that, but you had access to basically everything in the batcave and were trusted to help.

Like, being allowed to sample various toxins and venoms and attempting to synthesise a… cure, of sorts. Which is what you were doing right now, actually.

Hunched over a spectrometer and carefully mixing chemicals together. At the moment, you’re trying to see if you could possibly neutralise Scarecrow’s fear gas— progress is slow going, but if you could just—!

“What are you doing?”

You jump, almost dropping the vials in your hands as you spin around to face— “Oh, Dick, you scared the crap out of me!” You hiss, leaning against the table and clutching your chest. Dick laughs, stepping closer and standing beside you.

You can’t explain it, but you always feel like… Dick only hangs around you because he feels guilty. You’re not sure why, you can’t remember him doing anything wrong, and he hasn’t made an effort to apologise even if he did…

“You didn’t answer my question, y’know.” He huffs, crossing his arms and nudging your shoulder. You roll your eyes with a smile and turn around, picking up the vials you almost dropped and holding it up. It shines an ominous green, because of course it does.

“I’m trying to… reverse engineer this new batch of Fear gas. If I can figure out what it’s made of, I can—“ you stop suddenly glancing at Dicks face. He’s… strangely pale, staring at you with wide eyes. Your smile drops and you lower your hand, reaching out to grab his shoulder. “Dick—?”

he jolts back, like he’s been burned, and you drop your hand, furrowing your brow. It’s… not the first time someone’s been scared of you for seemingly no reason. Though, it’s been a bit since they’ve physically reacted to your presence.

You sigh, turning back to your work with a frown. “Go upstairs and find Bruce, Dick.” You advise quietly, reaching over and grabbing a sealed container full of crushed up Papaver somniferum. You hear a quiet agreement and then the sound of footsteps rushing upstairs. You sigh, letting your head hang low.

You wish you knew what happened, for them to act like that around you. Bruce had told you time and time again that you had done nothing wrong, so why did it feel like…

Like they all were terrified of you?

[the-undeadwriter]

I’m so productive :D

[the-undeadwriter]

Hello! I've never done a req before so hopefully I do this right :)

I had an idea of an x reader fic with Dazai that was set in Dead Apple. So obviously there was the fog that caused all the people with abilities to have to fight that ability and my idea was that essentially the reader is one of the ones affected. Maybe they have a telekinesis ability or something and they have to fight that. Of course Dazai doesn't have to fight his since he was with Fyodor and Shibusawa, but he doesn't think about it affecting his partner. After everything clears up maybe he realizes what happened but it was too late since they were already hurt (or killed). If they're hurt maybe he does his best to try and patch them up and take care of them. I'm a huge sucker for hurt/comfort and angst so the sadder the better.

Thank you so much! I hope you have a great day!

I’m glad I’m your first request and you did great!! Also- this is pretty sad but it’s also pretty open ended?? Not a lot of comfort but I can do a part two if anyone is interested :)

Warnings: angst!!! Near death experiences, probably ooc, reader I gn! Pre-established relationship :)

Wordcount: 591!!

Enjoy!!

This was, perhaps, the worst day of your life.

The fog that had descended upon Yokohama was a strange, fickle thing. Many people had disappeared. Those who hadn’t…

You dodge out of the way of a large piece of debris, eyes wide.

Those who hadn’t disappeared were forced to face against their own ability. Like you were now.

This was a precarious situation, in all honesty. You were powerless, fighting against an entity with no remorse. An entity that only wishes to hurt others.

It’s like looking at a twisted version of yourself— the person you could have become if not for the Armed Detective Agency.

More debris is thrown at you, along with metal sheets and cars. You barely manage to step back in time to remain mostly unharmed. You can’t quite step away quick enough to dodge the next object, thrown at you too quickly to properly see what it was before you were struck down.

You try to stay awake, but you are just… far too tired to stay awake.

His plan had worked perfectly. Shibusawa was dead, Fyodor had been carted away… everything had worked out perfectly.

Expect for one. Small. Thing.

You.

Wonderful, kind, you.

Fragile, delicate, you.

Injured, hurting, you.

That wasn’t part of the plan— but then again, he hadn’t planned for you at all.

He stands outside the ADA’s infirmary, awaiting Dr. Yosano’s diagnosis. He felt… strangely numb, considering that you, his partner, was injured.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He had found you, when all was said and done. Half buried under rubble, blearing and battered but mercifully alive.

What happened after that was a blur— taking you to the agency and handing you over to Dr. Yosano’s care… he barely recalls what happened.

His head shoots up when the door to the infirmary opens, eyes wide and erratic as Yosano sighs heavily and tugs at her gloves. “They’re alive.” She starts, taking a breath. “But they aren’t awake- they likely won’t wake for a while.”

He nods silently, standing and stepping closer. His throat is scratchy and his voice is hoarse when he speaks, “Can I see them?”

Yosano purses her lips and hesitates before she sighs, nodding. She steps aside with a quiet warning to be quiet, and he rushes inside.

The infirmary is bright— it’s almost too bright, considering how awful this situation feels. His breath catches as he spots you, lying still in a hospital bed. The white sheets and bright lights make your skin seem pale— or maybe that’s from your near death experience.

He practically collapses into the chair situated next to the bed, carefully taking your hand in his own. Even your arms have been bandaged… he understands why you try not to focus on all of his bandages.

He can’t bring himself to speak. His words catch in his throat and burn at his mouth. He feels if he were to open his mouth smoke would expel from his lungs, it’s hard to breathe.

He sits in silence for a long time. He can’t bring himself to speak.

Eventually, he stands from the chair, letting your limp hand slip from his grasp. He leans down and presses a shaky kiss to your forehead, and he whispers an apology against your skin before he flees the infirmary.

He can’t bring himself to stay with you any longer, not when you are undeniable proof that he is a curse upon himself. That he brings misfortune to those closest to him.

He is so sorry.

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If it’s not too much work, could you do some soft yandere headcanons with Cassandra Cain and a male reader who is a fellow vigilante.

Of course I can!!

Warnings: mostly fluffy, ironically… implied stalking, implied murder/violence, reader is male! Cass and reader are already dating :)

Enjoy!!

It started out normal.

You and her were partnered up together, it makes sense that she would try to learn more about you. And, sure, she could have asked you, but the batcomputer had information that would have taken weeks to find.

And, maybe it was odd that she followed you home after patrol some nights, but that was for your safety!

I definitely think that Cass is the type of yandere that keeps their distance and watches…

that’s not to say she doesn’t spend time with you or anything, no! If she could, she’d spend every waking moment with you! She just… prefers to watch you, sometimes :)

She especially loves watching you when you’re fighting.

Now, she does hate knowing you could be hurt, and her blood boils when she sees and hears people thirsting over you…

But she can handle it, all by herself.

Because, at the end of the day, you’re her boyfriend. Her bed is the only one you’ll warm outside your own.

And she’s going to keep it that way. No matter what it takes :)

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It’s kinda funny that Cass is my most requested character, because I feel like I don’t have a good grasp on her character lmao

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Could you do cuddling headcannons with Cassandra Cain please? If it’s not too much

Of course!!! I got the notification for this request and ran to start writing lmao, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, brief angst(?) towards the end, reader is gn!

Okay I’ve mentioned multiple times that she would probably think sparring is one of the most intimate things a person could do, but I think there’s one thing that trumps that.

It’s… cuddling!!! For somewhat obvious reasons :)

There’s the obvious— being so close to someone, letting your guard down, but there’s one reason in particular she likes cuddling with you.

Whenever you cuddle, no matter if it’s on the couch or in bed, she loves resting her head on your chest.

Listening to your heartbeat, feeling you breathe, your hands running through her hair while something plays quietly on the tv? One of her favourite places to be.

Again, it’s partly for the intimacy of being so close to someone, letting her guard down and just relaxing, but…

Hearing your steady heartbeats, feeling your chest rise and fall slowly, it’s a reminder of sorts.

A reminder of all she fights to protect, and a reminder of all she stands to lose.

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Schools staring up again tomorrow, so updates will be slower than usual!!

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Could you do Cassandra Cain with a GN reader who can defeat her in combat?

Doing this as hcs instead of a Drabble, trying not to exhaust myself :)

Warnings: none! Reader is gn :)

I’ve mentioned in this post that I think that Cass would really enjoy having a partner who can fight, if only for the intimacy of fighting.

But if you could beat her in combat? She would be ecstatic!

On one hand, she’s never met someone who could beat her in combat without help. On the other…

She uses it as a learning experience, of sorts.

There’s always room for improvement, and having someone there who won’t be pulling their punches to help her?

She’s in love, fr fr

Plus, there’s something sweet about patching each other up after sparring, exchanging blows and carefully dressing them once you’re off the mats.

Like I said, she has no complaints :)