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Good Enough [Yandere!Edgar Allen Poe x Reader]

"(Y/n)-Chan!" the male smiled, approaching his close friend,

"Edgar!" the lady grinned, running up to him and hugging him tightly. He wheezed slightly, before returning the notion. His face was tinted slightly pink, a feature the (h/c)ette causing his flustered state didn't fail to point out.

"You're so cute when you blush!" she grinned bluntly, only deepening the inflamation of his face,

"(Y-Y/n)-Chan.. I-I-"

He was cut off when she changed her focus to the raccoon perched on his shoulder.

"Karl!" she beamed, picking up the small, somewhat fluffy creature and petting him softly. The jittery owner stood awkwardly, a nervous smile plastered onto his features.

"Have you been taking care of him properly?" she smiled, "Ah, who am I kidding? Of course you have, you're awesome with this little guy!"

"I-I uh.." he stammered, face still flushed and burning in embarrassment. The girl gave a supportive smile, placing his pet back on his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid to take a compliment, Edgar," she cooed, "Hey, here's another; You're my best friend, ever, and nothing can change that because you're too precious and amazing to ever be replaced!" He felt his face seer in heat, heart sinking at the term "friend" for a reason he couldn't describe.

"Y-y-you're way better than I am, (Y-y/n)-Chan.." he whispered nervously, twiddling his fingers as the girl chuckled, turning around,

"So, Edgar," she hummed, "Where we heading?"

"O-oh, t-to my place.." he answered. The girl felt a slight heat rise in her face, shaking off any thoughts of her closest friend being sleazy because of his sheer innocene.

"Okay, let's go!" she chimed, holding his far colder hand in hers and rushing ahead.

"(Y/n)-Chan! We're getting a cab-!"

Stepping into the somewhat overly large doors, she grinned and gripped onto the side of her best friend.

"Woah! This place is awesome!" she beamed, "No wonder, an awesome guy like you deserves a place like this,"

"(Y-Y-Y/n)-Chan-" he stammered, "I-it's no big deal.."

"You're so cool that even a place like this isn't a big deal," she grinned, a slight smirk tugging at her lips for a moment.

"Wh-" his face was bright red, a feature that only increased when he felt her lips press against his cheek.

"Great job, Edgar," she beamed, hugging him tightly around the waist. The tall, reclusive author couldn't process what was happening properly.

His best friend had kissed him, and was now hugging him as if her life depended on it.

She was showing him affection. Butterflies ran rampant in his stomach, his arms wrapping weakly around her as he whispered a small "thanks".

"I told you you're cute when you blush," she giggled, unlatching her arms from around his waist and grabbing his hand,

"So, can you show me around?"

They had held hands before, but both times today it felt so.. Intimate.. So different. Maybe it was the distance that had been between them for a while, or maybe their friendship was just growing more awkward, but everything she did set his heart ablaze with passion for her.

"Sure.." he managed, shuffling up the stairs to show her to her room.

"Edgar!" she gasped, looking at her room, "You set it all up and devorated it with things I like,"

"O-of course.." he whispered, "You're m-my best friend after all, I wanted to make sure y-you'd be comfortable," he stammered, feeling her hand pull away from his as she flopped onto (f/c) sheets he had picked out for her. He looked over at her, noticing that she was patting the space next to her,

"Come lie down with me, Edgar," she smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.

"(Y-Y/n)-Chan-!" he protested, "Th-that's a bit c-close don't you think?"

She stayed silent for a moment, the same warm smile tugging at her lips.

"Aww, Edgar, don't worry, I know you aren't like that," she giggled, sitting up so he'd feel more comfortable, "I just wanna catch up and talk,"

"O-okay.."

At some point, he must have dozed off, his eyes fluttering open in slight light.

"Oh, Edgar!" (Y/n) grinned, looking down at him.

Wait, looking down?

He reassessed the situation, quickly realising that he was laying down on her lap.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he apologised, "It was an accident, I promise, I never would've done that on purpose..!" he continued frantically, sitting up straight with a heavy blush on his face.

"It's okay, Edgar," she chuckled, leaning on his shoulder. His blush deepened, body going stiff from the intimacy.

"(Y-Y/n).." he whispered, inaudible to her even as she was so close to him. She simply made herself comfortable, eventually settling to lie down in his lap instead.

"C-can I introduce you to someone tomorrow?"

"Sure, Edgar, who is it?" she smiled, lifting her head from the admittedly comfortable position and looking at him.

"Ranpo," he answered, confident the two would get along. She gave him a bright grin and a nod,

"Sure!" she beamed, "But you better start sleeping more," she warned,

"What do you mea-"

"Edgar, I've known you for sixteen years, I know you dont sleep much and when that happens, you'll pass out," she fussed, "Please just sleep properly.."

"O-okay."

He finally returned to his own room, changing into some nightwear and lying down, running his hand through Karl's fur to try and quell his nerves. He was so close to her, so many times. But why did it matter? Back in America, they were usually close. But it felt different, and it was more intimate to him now. Hugging her, holding her hand, falling asleep on her. It all felt so extreme, although it really wasn't much. He couldn't help but feel elated.

"Karl.. What is this feeling..?" he muttered, looking to the raccoon as if he was supposed to answer. The creature cocked his head to the side, looking back at the author.

"What was I expecting.." he let out a dry chuckle, tucking himself in properly, "It's not like you'd answer.."

"Goodnight Edgar! Sweet dreams!" his friend called from the other room, startling him somewhat,

"G-goodnight, (Y/n)-Chan..! Sweet dreams!" he called back,

"I'd have to dream of you!" she chuckled jokingly, causing the shy male to begin burrying his face in the fluffy pillows to try and stop himself from blushing.

Why did she make him feel that way?

His eyes fluttered open, the feint smell of a freshly cooked breakfast wafting into his room. He groaned tiredly, getting up and going downstairs to see what was up.

"(Y/n)..?" he mumbled groggily, wiping his eye to try and wake himself up properly,

"Aww, Edgar!" she beamed, hugging his side, "Morning~"

"M-m-morning," he stammered, feeling suddenly awake from their intimacy.

"You want pancakes?" she smiled, stepping over towards the table, where she had already made him a breakfast.

It was the one she would always make back home in America, pancakes with syrup and a cup of coffee to help wake him up. He nodded slightly, shuffling over to the table and starting to eat.

"So when are we meeting that friend of yours?" she grinned, sitting down next to him and sipping at a mug of (f/d).

"L-later today?" he suggested,

"Sure thing, Edgar!" she beamed, "I'll go get ready in a sec,"

It was only then that the idea (Y/n) and Ranpo could get along too well.

What if they left him behind?

What if she liked Ranpo more than him?

What if they started to hate him because they had each other?

The idea hurt him somewhat deeply,

"S-surely they wouldn't.."

"Wouldn't what?" she piped up, noticing the small tears in the corners of his eyes,

"I-it's nothing," he stammered, fidgeting nervously.

"Edgar," she began, "I can tell something's bothering you; you're bad at keeping a poker face,"

"I-"

"I think I know what it is, too," she said with a small chuckle, "I'd never leave you, Edgar, don't think I'd ever forget you because of someone else,"

"H-how did you guess that..?" he stuttered,

"I've known you for ages, Edgar, I just know this stuff," she giggled, patting him on the back, "I'll go get ready, you finish up eating,"

"(Y-Y/n).. I really appreciate it but.. Aren't you acting really motherly..?"

"Well duh," she sighed, "Half the reason I came here is to make sure you're keeping yourself healthy, Edgar,"

He nearly choked on what he was eating for a moment, he lady giving him a smile and going back up to the room she was staying in.

She really did care about him.

"So, what's this Ranpo guy like?" she piped up, clinging to his arm so she wouldn't get lost. Her close friend looked at her, taking in how much effort she put into looking nice. She wore a black pencil skirt, a white blouse with small frills and lace details, as well as a pair of semi-thin tights and some black high heels. All complete with his overcoat after she complained about being too cold.

"Edgar?" she repeated,

"O-oh, sorry," he mumbled, "Well.. He's pretty laid back.. A bit childish.."

The lady giggled,

"Thanks for letting me use your coat by the way, Edgar."

"N-no problem," he hummed, blushing slightly, "I can't have you b-being cold."

"Poe-Kun! Did you finish that puzzle?" the childish detective grinned loudly from his desk, "Who's she?"

"A-ah-"

"Edgar, don't yell across an office, you'll only make yourself nervous if they look at you," (Y/n) reminded him softly, still latched onto his arm. She guided him towards the detective's booth, "Now it's easier to talk," she smiled.

"R-Ranpo-Kun..! No, I haven't finished it yet, it should be done later this week," he mumbled, face red from embarrassment, "Th-this is (Y/n), she's my friend from over in America.." he explained,

"I've heard great things about you, Ranpo!" the (h/c)ette beamed, extending her hand for him to shake.

The great detective found a smirk tugging at his lips, "Really? Just how great am I then?" he chuckled, shaking her hand.

Even though it was conpletely platonic and he knew it, Poe couldn't help but feel hurt by their contact. It was brief, but it was similar to the way he had held (Y/n)'s hand. Surely that intimacy was something she saved solely for him, right? His two more outgoing friends continued to talk, him only adding small chuckles or bits of laughter to their stories and jokes. He couldn't help but feel.. Isolated. He reached up to stroke Karl, before realising his beloved pet had hopped onto Ranpo's shoulder instead of his own. His laughter or chuckles stopped.

"Edgar?" (Y/n) whispered, "Edgar are you okay?"

"I-"

"Please say you're okay.." she whispered, leaning into his chest and wrapping her arms atound him, "I'll help if I can."

His face burned. Having her hold him so intimiately in an area so different to his own home.

"I-it's nothing.."

"..Are you two dating?.." The ravenette detective questioned, somewhat clueless,

"N-No..!" Edgar denied, face burning bright red,

"Noooo," (Y/n) cooed casually, "I just love how much of a softie he is," she chuckled, staying close to the tall male.

Other than that, Poe felt generally unacknowledged during the exchange, even though he was the one introducing them.

"Ranpo's a really cool guy!" his close friend piped up, "And he does all that without having an ability? It's awesome!"

Something about that statement made him almost jealous.

He didn't have an ability like that, and he was still competition to Ranpo. He didn't brag about it.

"Yeah, he's awesome," Edgar chuckled, feeling a small chill run down his spine at the cold, even through his many layers without the overcoat.

"Are you too cold, Edgar?" she fussed, picking up on it almost instantly,

"N-No, besides, if I take it, th-then you'll be cold!" he stammered in protest, "I'll be okay.."

"If you say so," she cooed, slipping her warmer hand into his, "But at least keep your hands warm, they're always so cold,"

"I-I-"

She intertwined their fingers, smiling at him,

"Now you're warmer and I can't get lost," she grinned, the male looking away with a blush.

Said male got them a quick ride home, sitting in the back of the cab with (Y/n) rather than the front with the driver like most people would.

He just really wanted to stay close to her.

"Edgarrrrr," the girl chimed, "Can we go visit Ranpo again tomorrow?"

"I-I'm sure he was lots of work to do," Poe lied, wanting to spend more time with her,

"Can we at least try?" she asked, giving puppy dog eyes as she clinged to his side lightly.

"Sure.."

"Yay!"

He was too soft to her, too soft that he felt he might lose her.

The same thing went on for a few days, (Y/n) and Ranpo getting along great and leaving Poe to sit awkwardly on his own.

He sighed, looking over at the two.

He felt jealousy and anger bubbling, giving him some excuse for confidence as he stood up, determined to confront Ranpo for taking his best friend.

"Ranpo-Kun!" he started, trying his best to sound angry and not scared. The ravenette's head whipped around, eyes open properly as he looked at his angry rival,

"Eh?"

"I- I-"

He hadn't thought of what to say at this point, stammering furiously as he tried to look serious.

The (h/c)ette giggled.

"Aww, Edgar!~ You're so cute when you're mad!~" she chimed, pulling the tall recluse into a hug, "Especially when you try so hard to be so serious, it's absolutley adorable!~"

His anger seemed to dissipate under her touch, her hold calming and comforting,

"I.." he went on, looking down at the floor.

She lead him out of the agency, giving Ranpo a brief goodbye.

"So, what do you wanna do, Edgar?" she smiled, slipping her hand into his again, lacing their fingers together,

"M-maybe th-" he cut himself off, hugging her abruptly and burrying his face into her shoulder, "I'm sorry I ruined your day with Ranpo.."

"Edgar, it's okay," she cooed, "I wanna spend time with you now, let's go! You lead the way, I'll go wherever with you!~"

He shivered slightly, looking away and stepping back nervously as he fidgeted with his sleeves.

"Th-the cafe or the library?" he suggested meekly, the girl smiling widely,

"Sounds great," she beamed, already starting to walk.

Even when they were so close, when they were alone together, he felt sick with anxiety. Surely one day couldn't mean she doesn't prefer him to Ranpo? If she really liked him, she wouldn't insist on seeing Ranpo so much. She would spend more time with him. Everythigg she did—every breath she took, every word she spoke—it would be dedicated to him. Just the ssme way he treated her. During the past few days, he'd felt almost hopeless. His best friend was slipping through his grasp over and over and over again.

He wasn't sure if, at this point, she was his best friend. He saw her as more than that. A goddess, perhaps?

He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was in no way willing to give her up. Especially not to Ranpo.

He was ripped from his thoughts, (Y/n) tugging him into an alleyway quickly.

"Edgar, is something bothering you?" she whispered, shrugging off his overcoat and placing it on his shoulders, "You seem tense.."

"I-I'm fine, (Y/n)," he smiled fakely, trying to lie to her.

She knew him too well, wrapping her arms around him loosely and leaning into him,

"You can always talk to me if something is bothering you, Edgar, I'm here for you whenever," she whispered, burrying her face into his shoulder, "You don't need to hide things from me." He shivered slightly, face red with embarassment.

"I.. I guess there is something.." he breathed, "Or.. Someone.."

"Who is it, Edgar?" his friend cooed,

"Wh-whenever I'm around them, I feel like I'm in bliss.. They make me so happy I can't help it.. I wanna be with them m-more.. I wanna be able to know how I feel about them.." he breathed shakily, "What's it called, (Y/n)? I've forgotten the word.."

"Love," she said, voice holding less emotion, "It's called love, Edgar, you're in love,"

"L-love.." he whispered, wrapping his own arms around her, "I like that word.."

The day continued, with a lot less physical contact, though. She didn't reach out to hold his hand, she didn't pull him into hugs, she didn't cling to his arm or insist on sitting as close as she could to him.

What if.. (Y/n) was in love with someone? What if the one (Y/n) was in love with was.. Ranpo?

It would make so much sense.

She was always wanting to be around him, she always smiled with him, she always laughed, always seemed.. Like she was in love. That thought terrified him. His dear (Y/n), in love with someone that wasn't him. He was happy for her, sure, but he couldn't stand the idea.

"Edgar," she started, "Do you mind telling me who it is you love?"

"I.. All I can tell you is that.. I r-really care about them.." he said quietly, staring down at the table, "I can't stand the thought of them loving someone else.."

"That's adorable, Edgar," she said with a small smile, "You sound like you're jealous." She had less emotion to her. Whilst she would normally squeal these compliments to him, she simply stated it, a dull look in (e/c) eyes as she looked at him.

"I-I'm not..!" he protested.

She really did love Ranpo, didn't she? She was bored of him, and wanted to see the person she actually liked, right?

"It's okay to admit it," she said plainly, "Anyway, I'm tired, can we go back home?"

"Sure.."

It was quieter at home, no real conversation. Poe had excused himself earlier, going up to his room with a solemn expression.

"Oh, Karl.." he sighed, flopping down onto his bed, "What should I do? He ran his hand through the raccoon's fur.

"Am I really in love? I forgot what it was.. And now I'm falling more than I ever have before," he whispered shakily, "How do you show someone you love them, Karl?" He was almost gripping at his pet's fur, the strong hold causing the creature to bite down on his wrist, blood beginning to drop from the wound.

"Th-that's it.." he gasped, "That must be it!~" he chimed, jumping up.

"You show love by showing pain.." he smirked widely, unnatural for someone with expressions as delicate as his own.

"But I can't hurt (Y/n).." he whispered, "I can hurt someone else though.."

It dawned on him.

"I can hurt Ranpo, then she'll have me to love instead of him."

"Edgarrr~" (Y/n) chimed, hugging him from the side and looking up at him, "Can we go see Edo-Chan again?"

He stiffened at the nickname for a brief second. Edo-Chan.

Why didn't he have a nickname like that? Was Ranpo really so much better than him? Was he so inferior to such a brat that even his best friend left him?

The previous night's idea was still fresh in his head, the tall male choking on his words briefly.

"S-sure.." His face was beet red, that much was noticeable. What went unknown to (Y/n) were the salty tears pooling in his eyes,

"Give me an hour for a nap, first, I-I'm tired.." The lady nodded at his groggy request, detaching herself from his waist.

"Okay, Edgar!"

There was none of the concern for his safety, no nagging about how he needed to sleep and take care of himself.

It made him feel worse as he hurried up the stairs, tears threatening to fall. He sat down on his bed, brushing his long, dark hair away from his face.

"(Y/n).." he whispered, voice shaking, "Why do you have to make me feel this way..?" He looked around for a moment, throat tight from anxiety.

Then an idea dawned on him, an idea he could use almost flawlessly.

"Perfect," he whispered, bangs falling over his eyes once more, "It's perfect.."

He sat in near silence for an hour, "waking up" and going to check on (Y/n).

"(Y/n)?" he called, hoping she hadn't left without him,

"Edgar!" she grinned, running towards him.

"Ah, (Y-Y/n)!" he smiled, "Let's go see R-ranpo.." The lady gave him a bright smile, leaning onto his side.

The day went by as normal, Poe feeling left behind and isolated as the (Y/n) and Ranpo talked to each other for little less than two hours.

"Don't worry.. Soon enough.." he whispered to himself, "Soon enough she can have me to love.."

They left the agency, the (h/c)ette slipping her hand into Poe's once more. It was almost a routine; they'd hold hands and she would be clingy as soon as they left, any other time on their visits she was with Ranpo.

Poe smiled slightly, getting up from the (f/c) chair in the corner of the room.

"Am I good enough for you, (Y/n)?" he cooed softly, stepping towards the door, "Of course not; but I really don't want to lose you.. So I'll make myself the best you can ever get.."

He looked back at her sleeping form, knife in hand.

"I will be good enough, (Y/n), I promise I will.. I will be good enough for you.."

He looked up at the street lights, hands stuffed in his pockets. It was probably around 2AM, something he knew wouldn't have stopped his rival from staying up playing video games. His eyes rolled back to the door as he knocked gently before entering.

"Ranpo-Kun?" he called up, a heavy book in hand.

"Poe-Kun? You finished the book?" the ravenette grinned, walking downstairs in an animal onesie. What else was he to expect?

"Y-yeah, it's all done," he said with a small smile, "Sorry for bothering you so late.." His rival simply shrugged, opening the book as he began to skim the pages, expecting to feel the familiar tingle of Poe's ability at any moment.

Instead, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, quickly followed by the feeling of blood trickling down.

Had Poe really just done that?

The detective was about to cry out in pain, and only then did the author's ability begin to work.

"You're out of the way now.. I can finally br good enough..!" the writer said, an almost derranged smile on his face, "She can love me now!"

Days passed, each one feeling like several months. (Y/n) was always clinging to him, seeming gloomy and on the verge of tears.

"Edgar.. Do you know anything about what happened?" she whispered shakily, arms wrapped around him and face burried comfortably in his shoulder.

"I went to drop off the novel and.. He wasn't there.." the author breathed nervously.

"I.. I miss him.. Please stay safe, Edgar, I can't lose you too!" she cried, beginning to sob again, "I already lost a good friend.. I can't lose you.. I won't.."

"Calm down, (Y/n)," he choked, guilt starting to sink in, "He wouldn't want you to cry.."

"I know," she sniffled, whiping her eyes and pulling away to look at him.

"I'm just scared that I might lose you too, Edgar.. I love you too much to think about it.." she whispered, face red with tears.

That's what made him feel the worst. She had loved him. He killed Ranpo for no reason.

He pulled her closer, beginning to sob himself as he cradled her closely.

"I-I.. I love you too, (Y/n).."

In her eyes, he had always been good enough.

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I Love You [Edgar Allen Poe x Reader]

"Edgar?" a feminine voice cooed, "Edgar?" The second call had more energy to it, the young lady stepping through the door to the apartment he had bought.

"(Y-Y/n)?" the male whispered, turning to face his friend, "I-I never expected to see you, o-oh dear, I would've tidied up if I ever expected to have you over, I-I'm so sorry for all the clutter-"

"Edgar, it's okay," she chuckled, "I don't mind."

The clutter of the room only seemed to add to the effect of how "him" it was. The walls were dark, painted a blackish-grey, curtains drawn closed and the rooms lit by a few candles he had littered around. The scent of lavender lingered around, the scented candle you had given him in order to help him sleep better obviously well taken care of. Karl lay asleep on the sleek black desk, the rather bulky chair he always kept around half under the desk, half out. She smiled to herself, looking at him fondly,

"Great to see you're feeling at home here in Japan," she chuckled, taking a seat at his desk.

"(Y-y/n), I have to work.." he whispered, motivated to finish the new novel he was working on but not wanting to brush off his closest friend.

"Edgarrrrrr," she whined, standing up and pulling him into a hug, "Please just spend the day with me.. I've missed you."

A shiver ran up his spine at their closeness, his arms wrapping around her feebly.

"I-"

"Or are you really gonna spend another six years trying to beat that guy, huh?" she whispered, "At least make time for me, Edgar, please.."

Her voice wavered heavily, cracking up at times. It nearly brought tears to his eyes, hearing her sound so hurt.

"A-alright, (Y/n)-Chan.." he cooed, the lady pulling away with a small smile as she whiped her eyes,

"Really? Oh that's great, Edgar!" she said, "Have you made any new friends?"

"I.. I think so.." he muttered, "There's Ranpo, after I showed him my novel he asked me to give him more puzzles sometimes.."

She hummed,

"Ah okay," she smiled, assured that the tall recluse would make time for her. He sat in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"It's been so long since we've talked.." he whispered,

"If you ever gave me your number, I could've called or messaged you," she whined slightly, leaning on the desk.

"I-I know.."

Before he could think, she had already picked up his phone and began punching her number into his contacts.

"Now you can call me!" she beamed brightly.

"So, what are we gonna do?"

"I.. Maybe.. I'm not sure.. Maybe we could go to a library of sorts?" he suggested, watching as she petted Karl adoringly.

"Could we not stay here?" she objected, "Maybe I could read the draft for your new book?"

"I- Okay.." he whispered, leaning over his desk to pick up the notebook he had drafted in. "I-it isn't all that good.."

"Edgar," she said curtly, "Stop doubting yourself; if it's written by you it's amazing,"

"I-" he began, cutting himself off as he felt himself blush,

"Actually," she began, looking up, "Can you read it out for me? I feel like it's better if I hear it from the author,"

"O-okay.." he muttered, retrieving the notepad and reading outloud what he had written.

As he did so, he noticed his close friend sit on the desk, swinging her legs lazily and looking at him encouragingly.

The first chapter he drafted went by, his voice steady and calm, completely emmersed in reading out to her.

"That's amazing!" She beamed, jumping off of his desk and sitting sideways on his lap, "I love it," she smiled.

The man blushed heavily, about to protest at her (in his opinion) bold action.

"Is it okay if I sit like this?" she cooed, voice barely above a whisper as she leaned into him, "It's more comfortable than on the desk and there are no more chairs,"

"I-I ca-can go g-get you a chair..!" he stammered, about to jump up and find one for her. She stayed still, leaning against his chest as she smiled slightly,

"It's comfortable like this.." she whispered, "But if you insist," she stood back up, the male still blushing madly.

Hurrying into another room to retrieve a spare chair for his close friend, the reclusive male began to panic,

"Oh dear.. She was so close.." he whispered frantically, "I- She-.." He attempted to string his feelings into a mental note to himself.

Eyes scanning the room, he found no trace of a chair.

Of course, he wouldn't mind her sitting like that with him were it not for his nerves.

He could barely speak when she was sat so close.

"Edgar?" she cooed, peeking through the doorway. She stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and cuddling him, "Could you not find one?" she sighed, the man stiffening under her hold as he turned around to face her.

"(Y-y/n).." he whispered, blushing madly,

"What is it, Edgar?" she cooed looking up at him, "Do you need help with anything?"

"I-N-no.." he breathed, relaxing slightly.

"Okay," she hummed, "Can we sit down?"

The way she said we sent a shiver of nerves down his spine,

"S-su-"

Before he could finish his answer, she had tugged him into the room they were in before, a smile bright on his face as he sat down, the lady cuddling up to him in his lap once more.

Poe couldn't quell the frantic beating of his heart as she remained so close to him, simply enjoying him being there.

"Edgar," she began, barely above a whisper, "You're really comfortable.. Can we do this more often..?"

His face flushed further,

"O-okay.." he nodded weakly, "(Y/n)..?"

"Mhm?" the lady nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely,

"Th-there's something I should.. Probably tell you.." he muttered, looking at anything but her.

"What is it, Edgar?" she said with a small, encouraging smile,

"Well.. I.."

It was then that he rethought what he was doing.

He was confessing, right?

Of course.

But he was confessing to his best friend, who was currently hugging him.

Sure, it was something that gave him confidence in his feelings.

But it made him more nervous as he choked on words he couldn't quite say.

If she said no, it would only make everything so much more awkward.

If she said no, his confidence would be shattered. Worse than when he lost to Ranpo.

"Edgar.. You can tell me anything, you know," she coaxed, "You don't have to, but it might help yo-"

"I can't stand this, (Y/n)," he said suddenly, cutting her off, "I can't stand being so close to you when I know you'd never like me back,"

He sounded more confident, but his words were filled with anxiety and self doubt,

"I can't stand being like this when I know tomorrow you're just gonna treat me as a friend again tomorrow," he continued, voice edging further and further onto the line of being angry, "I can't stand beingg so close to you.. But if there's ever distance, it makes me feel sick.. Like I'm never going to be good enough to confess.."

"I-.." she whispered, not sure how to react.

"No," he snapped, lifting her off of himself, "Dont say anything,"

"Edgar I-"

"Don't call me that, (L/n)-San," he said coldly, "Don't give me hope like that."

He stood up,

"I'm going to my room, get comfortable or leave, I don't care," he hissed, turning away and leaving.

He knew he cared.

He knew he loved her; wanted to be with her.

But he couldn't let himself fall anymore than he already had.

"Poe."

Her voice was steady.

"We can talk about this," she continued,

"No we can't, (L/n)," the male snapped, turning on his heels o face her, "We can't work this out, okay? Not everything is gonna sort itself out, not everything gets better with time, not everything can be talked ove-"

"Fine," her voice seemed to waver slightly, "At least I know I tried."

Before he could think over what he said, she was gone.

Regret began to sink in, the weight of everything he said crashing down.

How could he be so rude to the only one who supported him over those long six years?

How could he snap at someone he cared about so much?

How could he say that to her?

Guilt began to consume him.

It riddled gaping holes in his already withered self confidence, tears pooling in his eyes,

"How could I ever.. How could I ever do that.. To her.." he whispered, staring at where she once stood, "How..?"

Days passed, dragging on unbearably slowly.

He felt choked by guilt, nothing else on his mind.

He thought over and over.

Things he could've done differently to stop it.

To have her still there with him.

But no.

He was horrible to the only person who had stuck with him. The only person who seemed to really care about his feelings.

And he shoved her away.

A loud knock on the apartment door ripped him from his thoughts, the male deciding to ignore it.

"Edga- Poe.. Please answer.. I know you're there.."

It was her.

Why?

Why did she still care about him?

"Poe please.. I know you think we can't talk things over, but I have to tell you at least one thing first.."

He longed to see her again.

Say he's sorry.

Tell her he didn't mean all the things he said to make her sad.

But how nervous seeing her would make him shattered him.

"I know you're listening, Poe.." she said once more, "Please let me in.."

He lifted himself up, unable to resist the thought of things being okay with her again.

He swung the door open, instantly leaning down slightly to hug her.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)-Chan.. I'm so, so sorry.." he whispered, tears threatening to fall,

"It's okay, Poe," she cooed, rubbing soothing circles on his back as she stepped inside, weary to move too much or bother her close friend, "I'm sorry I acted the way I did, I shouldn't have been like that," she whispered.

The man stayed quiet, wrapping his arms around her tighter,

"I just.. I just wanted to try and let you know I like you.." she confessed, "I'm sorry I left you like that, I should've tried harder to help you,"

"You didn't do anything wrong.." he spoke up, "I shouldn't have snapped like that,"

Her words began to sink in. She loved him?

"It's okay," she cooed, leaning her head against his chest, "It's okay.. I'm here now.. You're here now.."

He nodded slightly, pulling away from the hug with a small smile.

"I.. I guess I never said it properly, huh..?" he whispered, face bright red, "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Edgar," she smiled, planting a quick peck on his cheek and wrapping her arms around him once more.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #oneshot #poe #poe bsd #poe x reader #x reader #character x reader

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riyuu-bsd · 5 years

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Love Me 'Til Your Last [Dazai Osamu x Reader]

"Would you be the double to my suicide?" the admittedly attractive male winked, looking her in the eyes.

The event replayed in her head, even now when she sat opposite the brunette in her favourite cafe. Why would someone make such an odd request? Especially to a stranger; if you're going to ask someone to end their life alongside you, surely you'd want them to be close to you, and not some random lady you picked up at the mall?

Nevertheless, she was enjoying some (f/d) whilst sat near him, chocolate brown eyes seeming to glow in the sunset as he rambled and joked on, gaze always wandering between her and the window.

"Sounds interesting," she said with a small smile, finally paying full attention to his words, "So you're a detective?"

"Yep!" he smiled, "I think this has been a rather nice evening," he went on, scribbling something down on a piece of paper, "Wanna do it again some time?" he asked, handing her the slip of paper,

"Sure, same time tomorrow?" she hummed, taking the paper. The brunette noddedconfidently,

"Mhm," he chimed, "Ah, the name's Osamu by the way,"

"(Y/n), I'll see you tomorrow," she smiled, brushing a few stray bits of (h/c) hair behind one ear. She shook his hand, checking the paper and seeing his number written in handwriting that edged almost dangerously between loopy and messy.

"See you, (Y/n)."

Was it going to fast? No, not at all.

It had been barely two weeks and the two had met on a daily basis, exchanging stories and drinking their drinks (which Osamu always paid for on a credit card he bragged wasn't his, and was actually his co-worker's). Much to their annoyance, their dates often came to an abrupt end due to Osamu's job at the detective agency above the cafe; the detective agency for users of supernatural abilities. That or his co-workers would march down and drag him back to the office.

One such time a blonde man with glasses complained to the brunette, making it painfully obvious he was the one Osamu had taken the credit card from. Another, the director of the agency himself came down to nag him into doing reports long overdue (the latest she had heard of almost two months overdue and having been thrown onto other members constantly, only for them to refuse). She almost admired his laziness.

"Osamu, how about we go to the park instead?" she smiled, holding onto his hand and interlocking their fingers almost by instinct, knowing all too well they'd be interupted in one way or another in the cafe,

"Sure thing, (Y/n)-Chan, let's go!~" the man chimed, skipping off in the diretion of the park and swinging their arms together.

She felt a smile tug at her lips, following behind him in a hurried shuffle.

The walk there was relaxed, the male beside her turning to look at her before they went into the park,

"What's your ideal death?" he said, warm, chocolate eyes looking down at her in a soft, comforting way despite his choice of words.

The question caught her off guard, and before she could manage her answer, the tall man she considered a partner spoke up once more.

"Ah, no need," he smiled, holding her hand tighter and pulling her away with him, disappearing into the small park with her smiling behind him.

Perfect.

It was perfect.

Their relationship, their happiness.

It was all perfect.

And it managed to save him.

Save him from his sadness, save him fromm the choking grasp he had been stuck with since he was a teen.

"Osamu! I love you!" she yelled, running towards him sith her arms extended for a hug. The male smiled,

"(Y/n)-Chan!~" he chimed, picking her up and spinning her. He stepped back, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to his chest.

As close as he could.

"Of course," she smiled, "I just.. Would wanna get to know you first, I guess."

"Give me two weeks," he smirked, "then we can have the perfect double suicide!"

"Deal."

Those were the words that saved him.

Saved from the choking feeling of living a life he found dull, boring.

Saved from the guilt and sorrow, darkness and bloodshed of his past.

Saved him from the strangling grasp of living.

"Love me 'til your last, (Y/n)-Chan," he whispered, looking up at the lights of buildings as he fell, the girl still enclosed in his embrace, her own arms wrapped around his waist.

"Of course, Osamu," she breathed, looking at him with a smile.

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i know its like chuuya kinda short but i reallywanted to get something done since i havent updated in a while--

#bsd #oneshot #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai #osamu #angst #dazai x reader #x reader #character x reader

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If Love Was A Crime [Dostoyevsky Fyodor x Reader]

Strolling through the park with a small smile, the lady noticed that most people were there family, friends or a significant other.

"Most" meaning all but a lanky man dressed in white, a winter hat atop his head despite the pleasant weather.

"Hey sir," she smiled, walking up to the ravenette. He looked somewhat shaken for a moment, before regaining the confident composure he had maintained previously, purple eyes sliding to look at her. He gave a nod, acknowledging her presence.

"So.. How's your day?" the (h/c)ette continued, almost oblivious to the awkward tension. He gave no response.

"Uh.. Nice weather we're having?" she managed, the tension too choking not to affect her.

"Why do you insist on talking to someone who doesn't talk to you?"

His voice was somewhat smooth, accented with something she couldn't quite name,

"Because you look lonely, sir, and I wanted to talk to you," she smiled,

happy to finally hear his voice,

"Ah? I'm not lonely, just waiting for someone," he said, chuckling slightly,

"Oh," the lady whispered, looking down at the floor, "Can I wait with you?" she beamed,

"Go ahead," he sighed, still appearing unfazed.

She rambled on for what seemed like an hour, telling small jokes and talking about whatever came to her mind. It was pleasant for the man in the hat to hear her voice, her stories and whatever else she drawled on about. He almost enjoyed her company. When the time came that the city's rat did arrive, he insisted that she wait for him so they could talk. Properly. And she did. The grin that had plastered itself on her face was nothing short of glowing with happiness, something that almost got the rather astute ravenette to crack a smile.

He half listened to his informant, half observed the girl stood by the tree, smiling at him supportively.

"..Are you listening?" the smaller man asked,

"Yes," the tall ravenette replied, prying his vision back to the rather grim face of his informant.

"Looks more like you're fascinated by that girl over there, heard she's got connections to the A.D.A, name's (Y/n) I think," the small, slouched man rambled, "She works there, I think, but only as an assistant; she's too nice to solve crimes properly is what I hear."

The man stopped.

"But I'm sure you're more interested in what you asked for, right?"

"Go on about her," the taller male said, intrigued as to what such an innocent lady would have to do with such a vile, ability ridden place.

"Well, I heard her brother works there too, but I can't quite remember his name; she also has no ability, and just helps around with stuff like reports or organising, I've heard," the informant went on, "She has a good reputation, from everything I've heard."

The man in the hat nodded.

"That's all I need to know," he said, a soft smirk on his face as he looked the man in the eyes.

"Are you su-"

"I'm sure," he snapped, "Now take your leave."

The smaller man nodded, bowing his head down and leaving hastily.

"(Y/n)?" the ravenette called, smirk falling into a somewhat sincere smile, "How are you?"

Whilst she didn't recall telling him her name, she figured she must've introduced herself whilst rambling,

"I'm doing great-" she cut herself off, "What's your name?"

"Dostoyevsky," he answered honestly, knowing that even if part of the wretched agency, she would be too innocent to have heard of him,

"Dostoyevsky.." she mumbled, before smiling, "Dostoyevsky!" She repeated, "I like it!"

He nodded, letting her own name roll off of his tongue.

"(Y/n)," he said, the girl looking him in the eye as he did so,

"Mhm?" she smiled innocently. It was a small symbol of her naivety, and he couldn't help but feel elated by her sheer purity.

"Nothing, I just like the sound of your name," he cooed,

"Okay," she hummed, "Say, why are you wearing that hat if it's spring?"

He chuckled,

"I just like it," he answered plainly.

The two continued to talk for what felt like hours, time dragged on by the ravenette's deep, sultry voice and her continued "pardon"s excusing for her to hear it more. She found herself enjoying his company, often laughing or giggling at his bluntness. He would often find himself observing her, but would quickly be taken note of and giggled at. Every time she smiled he felt another part of him melt at her innocent grin, at the desire to reach out and hold her, but she was unwilling to corrupt or taint her purity.

Days passed, the two regularly meeting nearby the same park, or out to get food or ice cream (which Dostoyevsky would always end up paying for).

He put off working to spend time with her, putting aside his beliefs of the detective agency to escort her home safely. She would always smile, leaning into a quick, innocent hug that would tear at his heartstrings.

He wanted her as his own.

Only his.

Not to share.

Not to be near anyone but him.

He was the only one who was allowed to see her, the only one allowed to make her smile, the only one to hold her.

She began to change, something which didn't go unnoticed by her rather perceptive brother.

She was out a lot more, always insisting on having plans when her usual shopping trips with Yosano approached, and would apologise profusely.

The one time she went about her normal routine, she returned to their shared apartment with her sleeves rolled down, a litter of small scratches unveiled when he rolled them up.

Someone was becoming possessive of her, and he was determined to find out who.

He insisted the agency all went out for a work meal, saying he would pay as his treat to his co-workers and friends.

Of course, this was done using Kunikida's credit card.

He insisted she went, even going as far as to drag her there.

She had a good time, of course, relaxing with her friends and colleagues, but there was always an underlying look of worry on her face.

"(Y/n)-Chan?" her brother asked, eyes holding raw concern, "What's wrong? You're not talking to people as much as you usually do,"

"I'm fine, Osamu," she said, smiling fakely. It was an obvious fake, but he ignored it, deciding he would find out the cause in his own time.

Slinking around the streets, he followed his younger sibling, somewhat nervous as to what or who she was getting involved with.

He turned a certain corner, not seeing his sister like he would have expected. Instead there stood a man with blonde hair, and eyes that he couldn't decide as golden or blue, however strange the comparison was.

Osamu chuckled saying he was looking for someone, and that if the blonde saw a girl fitting the description to let him know however possible.

The blonde man agreed, snickering as though at a funny joke.

The brunette detective knew something was off, but didn't bother prying, turning the same cuts and corners he had to get there to get out.

"Ah, (Y/n)-Sama, how was your trip?" the man said with a smile, adding a teaspoon of sugar to a cup of tea, handing it to the lady, "I added extra sugar, just to be safe," he cooed,

"It was awesome! Nikolai sounds cool, and I think his ability is aweso-"

She had attempted to take a sip of tea, the taste horrific enough that she nearly spat it back out. Courteous as always, she swallowed it, the salty aftertaste seeming pungent against her tastebuds,

"Dostoyevsky, that tasted salty-"

"Why did you leave me, (Y/n)-Sama?" he asked, purple eyes seeming cold and glazed over in silent rage.

The way he called her "(Y/n)-Sama" almost had her skin crawling; before it was cute and funny of him, but the way he said it with such a grave tone frightened her.

"Why did you leave me?" he repeated, tone laced with a sharp venom as he slammed his fist on the pale blue tablecloth, violet eyes dark with fury. She flinched, the clang of cutlery and wobble of plates and bowls moving almost in sync with her. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'm sorry, Dostoyevsky-San, my brother insisted that I went to dinner with him and the rest of the agency," she whispered meekly,

"Why did you go?" he asked, returning to the calm composure she had initially melted.

"Because he wanted us all to go, and he looked so upset when I told him I had plans.

"So why did you leave me, (Y/n)-Sama? Why did you leave me alone? Why weren't you there? I put aside a lot for you; work, time, money. And this is how you repay me?" he said, tone wavering slightly at the last part.

"I'm sorry, Dostoyevsky-San, it won't happen again, Dostoyevsky-San," she mumbled, "To make it up to you, you can come around my place later if you want; we can make up for lost time there, watch some movies," she offered.

The ravenette leaned forward, propping himself up on his knuckles as he looked at her, simply observing his features.

She wavered under his harsh gaze, eyes darting anywhere in the room but at him.

The oversized, glazed windows that made everything look snowy, the pale blue curtains framing them, the checkerboard style floor in a pallid, reflecting white and pale, baby blue.

Anywhere but at him.

The pale room was of his own design, a small table and chairs in the centre with a white, stained glass window that overlooked the surrounding area.

It was the room he would always let her visit, the two sitting and talking over tea (or sometimes milkshakes) and biscuits for hours, before Nikolai would transport (Y/n) home.

This time was different.

His stare was cold–criticising–his eyes filled with something she found indescribable, miscellaneous. He continued to gaze at her, grabbing her chin and making her face him before standing up and walking closer to her, her face still in his hands.

"To make up for lost time, there is but one thing you can do," he whispered, voice huskier and more gruff than usual. He forced his lips onto her own roughly, going no further but biting her lip harshly as he pulled away.

She showed no resistance, no reaction, too consumed in guilt.

She left him waiting.

She left him.

She left her closest friend.

The least she could do to apologise had been done.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, a singular tear rolling down her face.

The man melted, holding her close as he dragged his nails lightly across her arms, leaving light marks on her soft, delicate skin.

"It's okay, (Y/n)-Sama," he cooed, running a hand through her hair, "You're here now."

"You're mine, safe in my arms and vulnerable anywhere else."

Words he could never say clouded his mind, things he could never do tempting but capable of shattering the purity he loved her for.

Dostoyevsky found their next few meetings unbearable, the desire to lean in once more roaring in his mind.

But he couldn't.

Even then, he found her innocence tainted.

He had been her first kiss, there was no questioning it, but he needed to be more.

He needed to be her anything.

He needed to be her everything.

He needed to be her one and only.

He needed to be the light of her life.

He needed to be the reason she carried on when things got tough.

He needed to be her lover.

He needed to be her God.

Which is why when he walked her home most evenings, he would glare at anyone who dared to look her way, hand tightly holding onto her own as he interlaced their fingers.

Her brother, Dazai Osamu, was no exception.

"Osamu!" she grinned, running towards her brunette brother after ripping her hand from Dostoyevsky's vice-like grip, "There's someone I want you to meet," she beamed, dragging him towards her hat-adorning friend.

"Osamu, this is my best friend, Dostoyevsky, Dostoyevsky, this is Osamu, he's my older brother!" she beamed, "I hope the two of you get along well."

The bright smiles he had almost assured were exclusive to him resurfaced in front of Osamu, making Dostoyevsky's blood boil in searing hot jealousy. The two men glared at each other, the (h/c)ette left slightly confused at the obvious tension.

"Osamu, Dostoyevsky, stop glaring like that.." she mumbled shyly, holding the ravenette's hand once more and looking at her brother almost pleadingly.

"(Y/n), we best be off," he started, pulling her back away from her apartment,

"But we were just going back h-"

"I forgot to get you a treat, (Y/n), I'll make up for it with ice cream." Her face lit up,

"Oh, okay!"

The brunette detective gave his ravenette rival a final glare, similar to the one he found natural when he was a mafia executive, and walked off, easing a "see you later" to his sister.

The purple eyed man smiled to himself,

"Call me Fyodor, dear (Y/n)-Sama," he cooed, interlocking their fingers and looking deeply into (e/c) eyes he would gladly loose himself in.

"Fyodor.." she whispered, the male smirking at how his name rolled off of her tongue.

"Yes, (Y/n)-Sama?"

""I know there's something you want to ask of me."

She closed herself off, only leaving her room to visit Dostoyevsky. Osamu knew this, discouraging her at every chance he had.

But she never listened.

She would simply glide past him, walking off to meet her close friend.

"Treat me like your God," he whispered, voice low, "That's how you can help me,"

"How can I do that well enough?" she cooed,

"Never leave me, devote all of your attention to me and listen to my ever word, grant my every request," he demanded.

"Of course, Fyodor-Sama."

She had fallen into a case of saviour syndrome; convinced her innocence was enough to save Fyodor from the crimes she knew he committed.

She had heard her brother's warnings.

Heard his tales.

And she still went through with things.

She still indulged herself in the dark rabbit hole that was Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

Her usual scent of cinnamon slowly faded, a much more lavender-like scent coating her.

A lavender-like scent adorned by Dostoyevsky.

She never strayed too far from him, quitting her job at the ADA for a chance to save him.

Osamu felt more lonely without his sister, their brief reunion having brought meaning to his life.

And it was all taken away.

All taken away by that wretched demon Fyodor.

He decided he would help his sister.

Free her from his sinful shackles.

He would do just that, whether or not she thought she was the one doing the saving.

She was blind to the chains binding him to crime and murder.

Blind and feeding contently off of his sweet lies and tempting fabrications of reality.

"Dostoyevsky," his voice was cold, foreboding,

"Osamu," the god-complexed male smirked back, "I've been wondering when you would visit us."

Stood next to the man was the shell of the lady Osamu had known as his sister. A hallow excuse of a human. Her features were dull, like porcelain, the spark of light in her eyes gone dull.

"What did you-"

"I didn't do anything to her, Osamu," he smirked, "It was all her decision,"

The brunette nearly snapped.

Nearly.

He kept a somewhat cool face, watching as the ravenette stepped down from the pallid chair he used as a throne.

The echo of his footprints was ear-splitting, the only noise you could hear.

He came to a stop just in front of Dazai, pulling a small blade from his coat pocket and dragging it swiftly across the brunette's neck.

He had known it would be his own demise.

He had desired death anyway.

But why did it hurt to stare at his little sister's hallow expression,

"She would never do this to herself by choice," he croaked, "She would never do anything with someone like you,"

"Let's ask her for her thoughts on the matter," Fyodor said, smirking.

"(Y/n), will you create a world of peace? A world of perfection? A world where scum like the Armed Detective Agency doesn't exist? A world inspired by you?"

A tear rolled down Dazai's face when she said her answer.

"Of course, Fyodor-Sama."

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The World's Greatest Tutor [Edogawa Ranpo x Reader]

Slumping over the table of her shared apartment, the girl groaned loudly at the textbook in front of her. She had been accepted into the top local college the previous year, and was now studying for a test in most subjects. She looked down at the small phone beside her listlessly, already knowing that her boyfriend hadn't texted her back yet. He was always busy at the Armed Detective Agency, always taking longer to get home due to his fixation on candies and the sheer abundance of stores specialising in treats between their home and the agency. However, he would usually message or call her when he left work. She picked up the small device, calling his number.

The familiar ringtone rang from the other side of the room.

She sighed to herself, cancelling the call as she waited for him to return.

"(Y/n)-Chan?" he called, bag of treats in hand like she had expected,

"Ranpo, why didn't you take your phone?" she whined, dragging the "o" in his name,

"I didn't take it?" he asked, somewhat embarassed and guilty she had to worry about him. He noticed the small grin on her features, before turning on his heel, "Of course I didn't take it! A great detective doesn't forget things at home," he pouted, pointing and accusing finger at her, "You should be studying."

She groaned, dragging herself over to him and wrapping her arms around him in attempt to stop him from nagging about her education,

"But I don't want tooooo," she whined, resting her face against his chest,

"(Y/n), you got into that college so you need to try for it.." he mumbled, loving the affection but knowing of her crushing anxiety of bad grades.

"I'll tell you what, I can help you study," he said with a soft smile. The girl looked up at him, still hugging him in a last ditch effort to put off studying.

It didn't work, the male picking her up and carrying her back to the coffee table she had been studying at. He slipped on his glasses, looking her in the eyes.

"Are you needing help from the world's greatest tutor?" he said with a slight smirk. He knew how weak she was to properly seeing his gorgeous, emerald green eyes. She leaned onto his side, still not exactly bothered,

"Sure."

He slid off his poncho, taking his hat off and placing it on her head jokingly,

"Let's get some studying done," he whispered into her ear, making her face flush a bright red.

"Sh-shut up," she pouted, sitting up properly and watching as he walked her through the problems, often giving her small kisses or hugs as she got problems right.

"That's the answer, right?" she asked, pushing the lined paper towards him. He smiled to himself, nodding.

"Yep! Good thing you have such a great tutor," he winked, planting a chaste kiss on her cheek. She smiled, shuffling closer to him.

"Have I studied enough?" she whispered, leaning against him. She heard the steady beating of his heart as he looked down at her, chuckling lightly.

"Do you think you have?" he cooed, running a hand through soft, (h/c) lockes lovingly.

"I think I have," she answered, not moving from the position she was in.

"I don't think so, (N/n)-Chan~" her boyfriend chirped, moving back with a small smirk.

"But Ranpo.. I'm tired," she whined, catching herself from falling.

"When you're done we can both get some sleep, then," he argued. She had been with him a little over a year now, abd knew that arguing with him was often futile. He was stubborn, often using the most adorable ways to keep her close to him.

"If you stay up a bit longer we can cuddle" was his favourite, and the one she preferred him to use, in all honesty.

Of course, she would often end up staying for hours, falling asleep snugly in his arms.

And that was the coax he used this time.

"If you study a bit more, we can cuddle before bed," he said, sliding his glasses off and smiling sincerely. She sighed, giving in to his promise of cuddles and affection, even if he would already shower her with kisses before she would go to sleep.

He would never admit it to his colleagues, but Ranpo was quite the softie; especially when it came to his beloved (Y/n).

He smiled, pulling her to sit in his lap as he wrapped his arms around her loosely as he continued to walk her through various problems, at times resting his face into her shoulder comfortably.

"You done with that problem?" he whispered, face burried into her neck.

"Nearly, is everything okay so far?" she asked, sliding the book to the side slightly so he could read it more easily.

Ranpo groaned slightly, before lifting himself from the admittedly comfortable position,

"Yeah," he said, skimming through the answer, "Think you're ready?"

"I should be," (Y/n) smiled, getting up to change into her nightwear. The male pouted slightly, before following suit.

Pulling her closer to him, he whispered into her neck, having burried his face there once more.

"You were promised cuddles, (Y/n), well here they are," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her loosely and leaning further onto her, "I love you.." he whispered against her neck, tracing circles onto the back of her hand softly. The affection completely melted her heart as she shifted slightly, attempting to lie down.

"Ranpo, can I lie down? We can still cuddle and a-"

Before she finished her sentence, the male had already dropped his weight onto his side, still cradling her lovingly and caressing her soft, (s/c) skin.

She smiled, weaving a hand through his thick, raven hair with a small blush. The detective retreated from his most favoured position, opening his eyes properly to reveal emerald green orbs. He looked down at her, their eyes locking as they gazed at each other lovingly.

This was how they wanted to stay.

Tearing open the letter before her boyfriend could ever possibly wake up, eager to see her exam results.

(E/c) eyes skimmed over the print.

"FUCK!" she announced, Ranpo stirring awake next to her, eyes opening slightly as he sighed groggily, rolling over so that his head rested on her lap,

"What happened, (Y/n)-Chan?" he groaned, looking up at her.

"N-nothing!" she lied, hiding the letter obviously.

He gave a small smirk, sitting up in her lap, effectively straddling her. He placed small kisses on her jawline, snaking his arms around her.

"We both know you're lying, (Y/n)," he whispered, holding the letter out.

She hadn't at all realised that he took it, too flustered by his actions.

"So.. You didn't pass, huh?" he continued in the same tone, neutral and unreadable.

She looked away, too ashamed to lock eyes with him. He gave a slight pout, turning her head to face him,

"That's fine," he cooed, pecking her on the lips, "Don't worry about it,"

"B-but.." she stammered, "You would ace this stuff, we both know it, and besides; you said that I should've studied and you were right.."

He sighed, holding her closer to him and nuzzling against her neck, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

She listened to his affectionate whispers, the sympathy lacing his voice somewhat encouraging her to smile through her insecurity.

"It doesn't matter, you gave it your all, and you tried, and I'm proud of you for that," he cooed.

She gave a smile, lying back down with her arms around him. He quickly managed to fall back asleep to the rhythmic beat of her heart, snoring softly.

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Catch me When I Fall [Osamu Dazai x Reader]

"Catch me when I fall, okay, D-Dazai-Kun?" the girl said, smiling shyly.

"Sure thing, (L/n)-Chan," the brunette chimed, holding his arms out expectantly.

The girl blushed, looking up at him.

How could he have forgotten?

Her shy nature prevented her from being upfront with what she wanted, everything having to be explained to the detail or she would brush it off as her being silly, and remind herself to follow the plan as best she could.

Which meant she probably wouldn't have just initiated a trust fall.

"Catch me, (Y/n)~" he grinned, falling back to break away from the awkwardness of the previous situation. Fussing slightly, she held out her arms the way he had, catching him as he fell. He smiled, looking up at her from her hold. She gave a small smile in return, face tinted pink. He lifted himself back up, standing up straight. The smile remained on his face as he leaned down to her level, placing his finger on her nose and adding a small "boop". Her face flushed bright red, quickly hidden by her hands. He let out a small chuckle.

"D-Dazai-Kun..!" she blushed, peeking between her fingers, "D-don't laugh at me..!"

"Sorry, (L/n), you're just too cute," he flirted, only sending her further into embarassment.

Those were the better days.

When they were happy.

When she was there.

When his life had meaning.

But he disappeared without a trace, a note left at his bedside the only evidence she had that he ever even happened.

The soft knock at the door was left unanswered, the (h/c)ette cautious to knock any louder and be a disruption.

"D-Dazai-Kun?" she called up meekly, the window not flung open by her close friend.

She began to worry, knocking slightly louder.

The choking grasp of anxiety gripped at her throat, the girl afraid to be a bother.

A concoction of anxiety and concern kicked in, the fragile substitute for adrenaline ushering for her to open the door, to check on him, to make sure he was safe.

She was well aware of his habits, knowledgeable of why there were so many scars littering his body. No matter how many times she urged him to stop, they kept appearing.

Until one day when he threw away the razor, grabbing her hand boldly.

"Better, (L/n)-Chan? I'll stop with that, and I'll make sure that I won't do it again, just for my best friend."

The words stuck with her. He had stopped because she was his reason to hope for a better tomorrow. That wasn't something that she would let go of so easily.

"Osamu?!" she called, opening the door and running up to his room.

She flung open his door, bursting in.

He wasn't there.

On the bedside table there was a note, adressed to her in his somewhat scribbly handwriting.

Dear (Y/n),

Hey. It's me, Osamu. I know you'll be mad, but trust me, it's for the best. I'll see you again, don't worry. I just feel like there's more out there. So I'm going. Going to Yokohama, you always said you loved it there. I won't go back to my old habits, trust me. When you're a detective there, maybe you can help me out a few times. I was planning to do this a few weeks ago, but it was your birthday, and I wasn't gonna pull a runner without celebrating with my best friend one more time. I couldn't run away and risk ruining a time when you should be happy. I couldn't. I can say any amount of insults to anyone, irritate someone until their skin crawls. And yet when it comes to you I can't bring myself to lift a finger. That's why I'm going, I'm going to be strong enough to protect you. Just don't forget me, okay? Remember me as Osamu Dazai, your best friend forever.

Xoxo, Dazai

Salty tears streamed down her face, her silent cries blurring out the rest of the world.

He was gone.

And so naturally.

It drove daggers through her heart, sent her anxiety into a flurry, sent her into a spiral of depression.

But that was all in the past, right?

Walking past the dark walls of Port Mafia Base, the (h/c)ette cowered slightly behind the short male guiding her.

"A-Are you sure I can help with this mission, Nakahara-San?" she stammered, clutching her notes to her chest tightly.

"The boss said to bring you here, but personally I'm not so sure," the executive said with a shrug, swinging the door open,

"Ah, (Y/n)-San," the cold, monotonous tone called, a gloved hand motionig for her to come closer, "This mission involves someone you're.. Personally connected with."

She bit her quivering lip, looking down at the file on her lap.

"As the top strategist of the Mafia, I'm sure this mission is no issue to you," Mori chuckled,

"I.." she choked, "..Of course, Mori-San.."

It came out a choked whisper, tears falling down her face as a few stray strands of (h/c) hair fell over her face.

"Magnificent, (Y/n)-San! You are excused, please take your leave."

She nodded, hiding her face behind her sleeve as she spared one last glance at the name printed on the file.

Dazai Osamu.

Walking through the streets of Yokohama, (Y/n) stopped all of a sudden, looking towards the well known armed detective agency.

The place Dazai now worked.

Her heart ached, desire to see him burning holes in her self restraint.

"But.." she whispered, "I'm his enemy now.. I work with the one person he hates most.."

Her words of doubt did nothing, years of pent up emotion driving her forward.

She gave in, dashing forward towards the building.

Not wanting to wait for the elevator, she ran up the stairs, breath heavy from the adrenaline and emotion building up inside of her. Tears had pooled in her eyes once more as she slammed her fists onto the dark, spruce desk of the agency,

"I have to speak with Osamu," she panted, desperate to hear his voice once more.

"Oh, Dazai-Kun? You just missed him, I think he was headed to-"

"Missed him?" she repeated, cutting off the freckled boy mid sentence as she began to grip at the desk.

"All these years.." she whispered, breath shaking through her tears, "All these years and I still can't find him."

The blonde who had attempted to help her looked at her with an expression of concern, stepping forward to console her until she turned on her heel, slumping out of the agency.

The orange glow of sunset glowed softly against her features, (e/c) eyes still misty with tears. She continued to sulk, gliding through the streets with her eyes glued to the pavement.

"All these years.." she whispered, "And I still can't forget my best friend.."

She was hoping to hear his voice, just behind or beside her, to finish the phrase.

But she never heard his "forever".

"Hey, Kenji-San, anything happen while I was out?" the brunette said, a small smile on his face as he stepped into the office,

"Oh! Dazai-Kun! Someone was looking for you earlier, she looked really upset when she heard you'd just left," the blonde recalled, face twisting into one of sympathy at the memory of her broken expression.

Part of him hoped, desperately, that it was a particular someone. But he knew it was stupid; how could someone be remembered from a single note.

"Hey Ranpo-Kun, how likely is it that someone could remember their childhood best friend from a note?" he called, tone strained slightly and face still a blank smile.

"It depends," the detective sighed, looking up from his console to meet the chocolate gaze of the ex-mafioso, "But I wouldn't think it's all that likely at all."

He sighed,

"Of course.." he whispered, running a hand through his hair as he sat down, no doubt piquing the interest of most of the agency.

"D-Dazai-San?" Atsushi began, concerned at what could possibly rattle his superior so much.

The man tapped his foot against the tile floor restlessly, grabbing a pen and scrawling down notes.

His subordinate looked on in confusion, trying to decipher the meaning of Dazai's scribbles.

Your best friend forever.

Four words.

Four words was almost all of what she was left with.

A pathetic excuse of a goodbye and the reminder he existed.

Even in the note, he couldn't muster the courage to tell her.

The girl he missed so much.

The girl he felt so much guilt for.

The girl who saved him countless times.

The girl he loved.

And he left just before she could find him.

"I'm going on a walk," he announced, turning and leaving.

"Why.." she whispered, pulling the small note out from her pocket.

I'll see you again.

Her eyes lingered over those words, the cold air brushing her hair behind her.

Leaning back against the barrier, she closed her eyes, tears falling down her face.

"Where are you, Osamu..?" she whispered, "Am I stupid to think you'd still remember me..?"

She heard the hitch of someones breathing, eyes opening as her gaze shot to the direction of the noise.

"..(Y-Y/n).." a voice whispered, before a tall, lean man stepped forward, brown hair blown to the side, half covering his eyes.

Her own eyes widened, she let out a small whimper,

"O-Osamu.." she whispered, jumping up and running towards him. The man stiffened under her touch, before melting into the hug she initiated. She wept against his coat, gripping tightly as though he would disappear at any moment.

"O-Osamu.. You're really here, right? It's really you i-isn't it?!" she cried, the taller man running a hand through her hair and nodding,

"It's me, (Y/n).." he cooed, caressing (h/c) tresses and holding onto her hand. She continued to cry, leaning her weight onto him.

"So, what brings you here?" he whispered, letting out a dry chuckle,

"I.."

She was working alongside his enemy, Chuuya Nakahara, in an attempt to kill him off.

"I can't.." she whispered, cuddling into him before breaking away.

"Can't what?" he asked, still holding her hand, "Please, (Y/n) talk to me, I won't leave you again,"

She let out a shaky exhale, tears still falling down her face,

"I'm working with the Port Mafia.." she whispered, "My current mission.. Involves you.."

"Oh."

Dazai held her close, her feeble resistance giving in to his hold.

"I'm sorry.." she breathed,

"It's okay, (Y/n), it's okay," he whispered, "I'll be here for you, I'll protect you, you'll be safe," he promised.

She gave a small nod, choking on words she couldn't muster.

"I'm sorry.." he cooed.

"Morning, (Y/n)," Dazai whispered as she cracked her eyes open,

"O-Osamu.." she breathed, holding him close and nestling herself as close to him as possible.

He smiled to himself, the walls of his apartment feeling complete and safe with her around.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n).." he whispered, holding her close as he caressed her hair, the girl shaking her head against his chest,

"No.. I'm sorry.. I looked to the Mafia for protection.. I'm so sorry, Osamu.." she apologised, staying close to him.

"Don't be."

She felt whole.

Complete.

He was back, by her side.

So why did she feel the urge to disappear?

Sure, Osamu had changed.

But not too much.

He was still the same loveable person she knew as a child.

So what was different?

What had caused her to feel the choking strain of anxiety whenever she was with him?

What was it?

"Idiot.." she cursed to herself, "I know what it is.."

She sighed.

"I love him, don't I?"

"Why.." she whispered, "Why.."

"Why."

She repeated the word, stepping up onto the ledge of the building.

She leaned back, falling.

Tears began to start, regret kicking in moments too late.

She smiled through the inevitable pain, uttering her last words feebly.

"Catch me when I fall, Osamu-San."

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riyuu-bsd · 5 years

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Caring and Forgiveness; that's what Tragedy was made of [Atsushi Nakajima x Yandere!Reader]

[lack of caps is intentional]

caring and forgiveness; that's what love is made of. it made such little sense to her until that day at the cliffside.

glaring the beast in the eye, the quarter masked killer stepped forward, pistol aimed perfectly in line with the slit irises of the beast before her.

"i will eradicate you," the voice seethed, softer than the male had anticipated. she shot at the eye, cold, hard lead piercing straight through. she was about to shoot again, before the tiger morphed and contorted, a boy around her age left looking bruised and beaten, eye bleeding heavily. she looked into his other eye, kneeling down. she whispered, roughly grabbing his hair and making him look at her,

"could you love someone disfigured and betrayed by someone they cared about?" she cooed, eye not covered by the porcelain mask a gorgeous hue of (e/c). atsushi stuttered before he managed to croak an answer, tears streaming down his face in pain,

"y-yes.."

she appeared taken aback, her shown eye holding perplexion.

it soon dissipated into surprise as she pressed a gun to the back of his head.

"could you forgive someone who shot you?" she whispered, holding his head up by his hin rather than his hair,

"i.. i suppose.." he said, the pain lessening, "but.. it depends why.."

she stepped back, the mask covering her left eye fell, showing scarred, tattered skin.

"caring and forgiveness.. that's what love is made of.."

the boy remained still, seeing as she no longer posed a threat.

"why are you killing people like this..?"

"i once felt something, and i called it love," she whispered, "but it never was to be; he gave me this," she put her hand over the scar.

"i want to feel love."

atsushi got up, slowly, holding out his hand. she looked at him, mouth agape in disbelief.

throwing her arms around him, she pulled him flush against him,

"is there any chance.. that you could love me?"

he gulped, returning the hug stiffly.

"i don't know you.. but i do know that you need support," he said with a soft smile, pulling away and looking her in the eye,

"i can be that support."

she looked up at him, disbelief engraved into her features.

they broke into a smile, stiff and awkward. but it was the first time he saw a smile to genuine.

"thank you," she whispered, resting her face in his shoulder, "how could i ever repay you? i'm so sorry for shooting you.."

"it's okay, i'll be able to fix it up," he smiled, blood still dripping down his jaw, "but could you.. come with me?"

"of course."

walking alongside him, (y/n) felt her stomach flutter,

"so, what's your name," she said awkwardly, twiddling her fingers,

"ah, i'm atsushi, and yo-"

"that's a nice name.." she mumbled to herself, looking at him with dreamy eyes, "could we.. hold hands?"

he hesitated, before giving in to the pleading look and holding her small, (surprisingly rough) hand.

she smiled once more, feeling her heart flutter at the contact with him.

as far as she was concerned, they were in love.

madly.

however, it was unrequited.

something that wouldn't sit will with her.

so he concealed it.

he didn't tell her how he felt; somewhat awkward and disturbed.

she had went from killing him to clinging to him.

she let out a sudden gasp.

"you're with the armed detective agency, atsushi?"

"y-yeah.." he stuttered,

"you wouldn't.. hand me in.. would you..?" she whispered, looking up at him with a pleading gaze.

before he could answer, her head whipped around to observe a headline nearby.

it hit her like a bus.

the agency had been targeted by the port mafia.

atsushi had been targeted by the port mafia.

her face twisted as she ripped her hand from his.

"you won't have to worry about mafia scum anymore, atsushi."

sneaking past sub-par defence soldiers, she had found her way to a room with a dark figure brooding in the furthest corner.

"did you hurt him?"

her voice was low, threatening. she held a pistol firmly to his head.

"who?" akutagawa said, activating his ability to push her away.

bang.

"too easy, for a 'strong' member of the mafia."

she strolled further through dim, dark halls, eying the various plaques shown. she smiled to herself.

she could cut down mafia members to keep atsushi safe.

to say she's sorry.

to win his heart.

to thank him.

to protect him.

"atsushi-kunnnn~!" she chirped, running up to her silver haired friend, "do you like the new mask i got?" she smiled, exchanging the quater mask she usually wore for one covering everywhere except her scar.

"it's awesome, do you feel more comfortable with your scar, then?" atsushi smiled, still unsure how to address her,

"yeah," she smiled, his opinion the only reason for any confidence.

"so.. what's your name? you never got round to telling me," he sighed,

"ah! my name is (y/n), sorry about that!" she chuckled, holding his hand in hers.

"is there anyone who, at any point, has hurt you?" she whispered, tracing patterns onto the back of his hand. he shivered slightly at the delicate touch, before recollecting himself.

"n-no," he lied, flushing red as she pulled him into another hug.

"good," she smiled, before pulling away, "i'll see you later, atsushi-kun~!"

he was left bewildered by her once more, but not afraid of what she would do. he smiled to himself slightly, before dazai's bandaged hand landed firmly on his shoulder.

"that's the huntress, isn't it?" he sighed.

atsushi remained quiet, before his smile fell and he gave a small nod.

"she wanted to feel love."

"she thought you could help?" his mentor said, somewhat cheery.

he gave another stiff nod, looking down at the still, concrete floor.

his superior then skipped off, possibly to make another attempt at his own life, humming to himself.

conflict of emotions swirled in atsushi's head, clouding his mind with confusion and his eyes with tears.

he would have to hand her in; she was a murderer.

but she never meant to; he had most likely killed in his tiger form, she only did it from emotional pain.

"(y/n)-chan?" he called meekly, sat at the cliffside they met at,

"atsushi-kun!" she grinned, hugging into his side quickly.

"can we talk for a while?"

"sure."

the two talked for hours, never running dry of conversation topics. from experiences to dreams, aspirations to admirations, idols to the people they hated most. it covered most things, other than the scar over her eye.

"if you don't mind.. what happened with your eye?" he asked, eyes full of sympathy and sadness,

"i had.. someone i called a lover," she began, voice barely above a whisper, "he didn't care about me, or forgive mistakes. one day.."

tears welled in her eyes, stinging the one on her left side.

"he set the house on fire.. i lost everything, and burned my face.." she said, the tears slowly rolling down her mismatched face, "he called me hideous, asked if i wanted more scars to cover up how ugly i was."

atsushi pulled her into a hug,

"i'm so sorry, (y/n).." he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on her back. that made what he set out to do worse.

"it's fine, really," she said, wiping her face, "you cared and forgave me.. i know how it feels to really love someone.. i have to thank you, atsushi, i just have to.

he froze, holding her own pistol just behind the back of her head.

"i'd like to thank you, because i know now that caring and forgiveness aren't always the makings of love."

she grabbed the gun, pressing it against the side of her head.

"caring and forgiveness; that's what tragedy is made of."

she pulled the trigger for him, her body falling limp qgainst his chest. tears welled up in his eyes as he began to quake, cradelling her slightly as he sobbed.

"she just wanted to feel love.."

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riyuu-bsd · 5 years

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Petals [Chuuya Nakahara x Reader]

Stepping out for a breath of fresh air, Chuuya adjusted his choker so that it faced the right way, already sick of the night out Mori had planned. He scoffed to himself, clicking his tongue. They were all irritating, and he couldn't tell why. He took his hat off for a brief moment, running his gloved hand through his hair as if to destress himself. His eyes wandered as he put his hat back on, eventually lingering on the form of a rather attractive young lady with a small flower crown. He shook his head, not wanting any complications. He wasn't going to be like Dazai; with the lack of shame to fall flat on his face for a girl without ever talking to her, getting to know her or anything other than first impressions. He pried his eyes away from her, azure orbs trailing to the alleyway the beauty emerged from. A sleek frame loomed around the alley, small, beady eyes trailing up the lady's figure as he slinked forward quietly, tensed and seeming ready to abduct her. Chuuya rushed forward, ready to activate his ability if needed.

"Hey, creep-" Before Chuuya could finish his insult, the tall, lanky man had been sent to the floor by the girl.

He looked in awe, (e/c) eyes glowing perfectly in the moonlight.

"Thank you, sir, but I'm okay on my own," the girl said, a small smile. The petite male pouted childishly,

"Whatever.. If some fucker bothers you, you won't always know he's there," the man huffed,

"There won't always be a knight in shining armour, either, Mr Executive," the lady sighed, looking at him with the same annoyingly polite smile.

"You're not part of the Port Mafia," Chuuya hissed, gripping at her shoulder roughly, "Just who are you?"

"Does (L/n) ring any bells?" she breathed, moving closer to him, voice low and almost harsh. Before the ginger male could retort, the door to the bar opened, Mori stepping into the cold, night air,

"What are you doing, Chuuya?" the boss asked, "Come back in, I'm surprised you haven't drank yet,"

"S-Sir.. Someone was there," he said, still shaken and scolding himself for stuttering, "There are questions I want answers to," he rephrased, sounding much more like how he wanted to initially.

"What questions?" he pried, curious as to what answers would need to be provided,

"Does the name (L/n) mean anything to you?" Chuuya asked.

The man laughed.

"So you really have been at the wine!" Mori said with the same dry chuckle, "We can discuss this after celebrations."

With that, the raven haired man retreated back into the warm buzz of the bar.

Chuuya whipped around on his heels, nothing but a white petal in place of the tantalising lady. He scowled, stepping on it agitatedly.

"Stupid petal.." he scoffed, walking back into the bustling bar.

He quickly zoned out, noises and conversations fading into the hum of the background, his thoughts fixated on the elegant lady.

She had (h/l) lockes that flowed gracefully in the wind. A few strands of (h/c) hair shielded glowing, (e/c) eyes with lucious lashes. He found her ravashingly beautiful. Even her voice was charming. The monotony and slight aggression had him hooked. He couldn't tell why, in all honesty. She had an aura of mystery, grace and slight brutality. His eyes lazed over the room, seeing the same white petal in front of him. He growled, slamming his hand on the table.

"I was just offering you a drink," Gin scoffed, getting back up.

Excuse me? What?

He shook his head. Sure enough, there were no petals.

He groaned in agitation, gripping at his empty glass. It was left untouched by any winery, something his colleges found bizarre.

"Stupid petal.." he grumbled, the glass shattering as he tensed his grip. He remained unfazed, standing up completely sober,

"I'm gonna go, call me if something comes up," he said, the usual sass in his tone replaced with a dreary groan.

"I'll discuss your job tomorrow, then," Mori said with a knowing smile. Chuuya rolled his eyes, fixing his hat firmly onto his head of wavy, ginger hair as he stepped back out into the cold, night air.

He scowled at nothing in particular, kicking a pebble as he went. The short male was pissed, but he couldn't quite tell why.

Was it how much he messed up infront of his colleges?

Was it the lady from before managing to absolutely floor that guy in a single move?

Her enchanting beauty?

The abundance of rose petals as he continued to walk?

Probably that last one.

He stepped through the streets, stopping for a walk in the park.

It just past midnight, and the cold breeze of the melanoin obscurity flowing through his wavy, ginger hair. Fighting back the peaceful smile tugging at his lips, he looked up at the scattering of scars lining the sky.

"You have a peaceful side, ne?" a familiar voice cooed, closer to him than he would have liked. He whipped around, calm expression shattered into an agitated scowl,

"What is it to you, bastard?" he snapped, seeing the lady from earlier.

"Rather cute," she said with a small giggle. It brought a pink dust to his cheeks.

"Sh-shut up!" he scowled, turning away childishly. The woman smiled, stepping forward so that she was next to him. He looked back at the rose bush nearby, speckles of colour ranging from pristine whites to crimson reds; soft pinks to luscious peachy-oranges; soft lavenders to pale corals; deep pinks to pale yellows. He blinked, opening his eyes and seeing the graceul lady in the white dress kneeling at the bush.

"Will you not get pricked by the thorns?" he blurted out, somewhat concerned.

"Yes, but I need them," she hummed, turning to him with a smile, "They're the reason I can use my ability, afterall."

"So it's you!" he growled, pointing at her with an acusinf finger, "You're the reason I've been seeing those stupid petals!"

"Oh, yes, of course," she said, "I find you intruiging." She stood up, stepping towards him with a singular lavender rose, "Lavender rose, a symbol of enchantment," she smiled, offering it to him. Chuuya took it in his gloved hand, somewhat hesitant.

"Terribly sorry for any bother I caused you, feel free to get your own back against me," she apologised, a slight bow,

"No it's fine.." he mumbled, twirling the rose in his hands.

"Ah," she said, "I hadn't expected that,"

"Ne?" the male asked, looking at her with inate curiousity.

"I was expecting you to do something, you do seem like the aggressive type," she said, an almost nervous chuckle, "I suppose you are quite the gentleman; I'll see you around, Chuuya," she smiled, plucking a petal from a white rose.

And she was gone with the cool breeze of the night.

Gone with the wind.

Plucking petals from a lavender rose, the (h/c)ette smiled to herself.

"He loves me, he loves me not~" she chimed, childishly.

"Still have your flower obsession, I see," the cold tone of Mori Ougai filled her ears.

She pushed herself forward, dropping off of the wall almost gracefully,

"Yes, it is the source of my ability, afterall," she glided closer to the ravenette, expression sickly sweet. Her eyes narrowed as she seethed lowly,

"The power you exerted my father for."

A somewhat dark chuckle escaped Mori's lips, eying her constantly,

"Why are you so obsessed with purple lately?" he smirked, holding a small, pale hand.

"What had you so obsessed with young girls?" the lady said with a small giggle, (e/c) eyes darting down to Elise.

"She's my ability, (Y/n)," he said, scowl forming on his lips, "For someone as highclass and ladylike as yourself, you have quite the attitude,"

"But of course, gambling has it's affects," she smirked slightly, the expression seeming out of place on her porcelain features, "So, what do you want from me? I'm free from debt, so anything you ask of me is going to cost you."

Chuuya froze, the radio Mori had planted in his blazer playing back the exact vocals he had became hooked on. He knew she was powerful, but he never guessed she would challenge the mafia.

He took of his hat, small details coming together.

She had an obsession with purple lately? She had given him a purple rose.

"White rpses were always your favourite, you love to travel," the boss said with a visible smirk,

"Of course I do," she said with a small smile, "But I find lavender a soothing colour; it allows me to see what people think, as well,"

"Something is puzzling you, then?" he guessed,

"Yes, and I intend to find answers," she smiled,

"Of course you wou-"

he cut himself off upon noticing she disappeared, a pallid rose in her place.

"Gone with the wind once more, I see."

A sudden voice from behind the red haired male surprised him, before he relaxed slightly.

"You love me, you love me not," she cooed, pulling at the pale, lilac petals and scattering them around the room.

"Why are you here?" he said, tone somewhat cold,

"To find answers, you would know if you eavesdropped well," she hummed, continuing to pick at the rose,

"You love me, you love me not, you love me, you love me not.."

He squirmed slightly, mind racing as he heard a quiet whisper, warm breath against the back of his neck and dainty hands on his shoulders.

"You love me."

She smiled, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. His eyes drifted, looking at the floor to see the outline of a heart, drawn in lavender petals.

The symbol of love at first site.

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Rest [Edgar Allen Poe x Reader]

"What's the new book about?" she smiled, (h/c) lockes swept behind her shoulders,

"A-ah! (L/n)-San! I'm going to write a book that will absolutely stump Ranpo-Kun, because as his rival, I have to challenge him," her boss smiled,

"Sounds awesome, Poe-San!" the maid enthused, "Can I read it so far?"

In truth, the girl had no interest in reading, preferring to lead her life as a detective for her fix of action. She may not have been able to protect Poe, but she certainly could support him wholeheartedly.

Which is what she did.

"Oh, of course, but I never knew you enjoyed reading so much," the male said with a small chuckle and a faint dust of pink on his cheeks, standing up with the draft in hand.

"I could've gotten it myself, you know," the lady chuckled, moving closer so that she could get the book so far.

"Yes you could I never doubted that I justt thought that it would be better for me to hand it to you myself," he rambled, flustered at his own awkwardness as he sat back down, hiding his face in his hands (not that it made much difference, with how his hair covered his eyes). You smiled at how adorable you found it, however unprofessional it may have been.

In truth, it wasn't far off to say that she liked the shy male. His aura of mystery (which only existed due to his timidity) was alluring, and his dedication to being a good rival was refreshing. He was incredibly friendly, underneath all his awkward fumbling, and when he was comfortable with someone he was somewhat clingy. It was all adorable to the (h/c)ette, though she knew how scandalous it may seem to romanticise her boss in the work place. She had tried to drop hints, but they fell onto deaf, awkward ears. Whenever she would brush her hand against hi, he shuffled to the side, thinking it was a signal he was too close. Whenever she would give him a smile, he shied away, assuming that it was because she saw him looking at her and found it unsettling but knew how sensitive he was. It was almost frustrating, when she dwelled on it.

Snapping out of her thoughts and concentrating on the carefully crafted strings of words infront of her, she looked in amazement at the effort put into a draft of the novel. She smiled to herself, flipping the page.

The author peeked through his hands to see how she reacted so far.

A smile?

Did she find it laughable?

It would be crushing if his kind, sweet maid laughed at his work.

But at least it would be honesty, right?

Drowning in his insecurities, he failed to notice he was staring again, and quickly ripped his gaze from her.

"Its great, Poe-San," the lady smiled, holding it out for him. Whilst she had no interest in books, writing or reading, she had been encapsulated in the intricate strings of words, the sense of mystery and clues dropped intruiged her.

"Y-you think?" he stammered, unable to take the compliment at face value. His face flushed slightly, a small smile forming at the smile and nod of his assistant. She looked at her pocket watch, noticing the time,

"Ah! I should be going, I have things to sort out and rooms to clean," she chuckled, standing up and excusing herself, "Thank you for your time," she smiled with a bow.

Poe himself had lost track of time, glancing to see what it was.

11:43.

"(L-l/n), you've worked a long shift, you should really be going home," he fussed, getting up and stepping towards her, "I-I could get you a cab," he offered, "Or I could d-drive you, don't overwork yourself-"

"Don't overwork myself? Poe-San, you've been working on that novel for a week straight, you've barely left your office," the head maid fussed, turning around, "Besides, I still have work to do,"

"B-but-"

"No buts, I'm not paid to have a good nights sleep," she pouted, leaving with a small bow.

The author was left feeling nervous and guilty. He resumed finishing up the final version, mind racing with his thoughts.

His mind was clouded with thoughts and concerns of how tired she must be, if she was eating properly and other things he never usually worried about. On multiple occasions he had found himself writing her name rather than the word he was supposed to.

"Poe-San, I'll be leaving now," the maid said with a curtsy, "Unless there's anything else you need help with,"

"N-no, there's nothing else, (L/n), thank you," he smiled, amazed at how confident he seemed (despite the initial stutter),

"No problem, Poe-San, I'll be going," she said with a small smile. Before he could offer her help getting home, she was on her way out. He scrambled to his feet, chasing after her,

"W-wait!" he called, trying his best not to trip, "Have tomorrow off, i-if you'd like," he said, somewhat out of breath after not running for so long,

"I'll be fine with just coming in a bit later, if that's possible," she smiled,

"S-sure," he agreed, Karl catching up and climbing back to his usual place on Poe's shoulder.

"I'll see you, then," the lady said, somewhat curt. He nodded, retreating to his room at a brisk place.

Laying in bed with Karl curled up next to him, Poe began to feel somewhat feverish. He felt too warm, head spinning and focus askew.

What was happening?

He brought his hands to his usually cold face, pulling them away quickly at the intense heat.

That wasn't usual.

He was usually stone cold.

Why did he feel warm?

Why was his face red?

Why couldn't he take her off of his mind?

He stroked Karl's fur, hoping it would destress him and that he could find answers. He wanted answers; answers he couldn't get.

"Oh Karl, what am I going to do? I can't get her off of my mind," he whispered to his beloved raccoon, "And I'm so warm lately.. What's happening?"

Karl remained curled up, falling asleep to the quiet, worried rambles of insecurity lulled by his owner.

Stealing a glance at the clock, he groaned.

Two hours later and he still hadn't slept. Dragging himself out of dull, grey sheets. He trudged into his office, tugging at the light switch. Greyish, lavender eyes fluttered and squinted in the sudden, yellow light. He sighed to himself, slumping over the table as he began to continue writing.

//Timeskip//

Walking in to the small office, the girl sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Poe-Kun, did you not sleep again? Are you awake? Cold? Do you need a blanket?" she fussed, walking closer.

All she heard in response was soft snoring which somewhat warmed her heart. She smiled to herself, wrapping her arms around him as he continued to sleep, "Do you need me to help you get back to sleep?"

He stirred, feeling the warmth of someone against him. He flushed red in embarassment,

"(L-L/n).." he stammered, before realising the situation.

He began to panic mentally, scrambling to get away. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable by having her hold him so close for too long.

"Ah, Poe-San, how was your sleep?" she smiled, picking him up with incredible ease,

"I-I didn't realise I fell asleep.." he admitted, giving up on resisting and resting into her warm hold.

"That's okay, when did you last know you were awake?" she continued, walking into the hallway, "Ah- Which one is yours again?"

"I think.. I think I fell asleep at maybe.. Four?" he managed, casting back his memory, "I-I can walk myself, (L/n),"

"Poe! You need to sleep more," she scolded, "No, I'll carry you; you're tired, anyway,"

"I-I couldn't sleep.." he sighed, pointing to a room, "That one's mine,"

"Why couldn't you, Poe? What's bothering you?" she cooed, walking into the right room and placing him on the bed. Digging through his drawers, she looked for some nightwear for him to wear.

"(L-L/n), I have work to do-"

"How are you going to do work passed out, huh?" she retorted, throwing a confortable looking pair at him,

"You don't have to do this, you know," he whined, the girl standing outside to give him privacy.

"Poe, I care about you and I know that you need sleep; and that means you're getting to sleep whether you like it or not," she sassed, "I came by to drop off a cake I ordered for you, and noticed you weren't around,"

"R-Really? ..Y-you care, (L/n)..?" Poe whispered, ready to get some sleep as he reopned the door,

"I.. I mean.. Yeah.." she blushed, rubbing the back of her neck awkardly. He noticed that she was dressed in a blouse and skirt apposed to her uniform, and realised what she said was quite true. "A-anyway, what was bothering you, though?"

"I felt.. Really warm.. And my face was really red, and I couldn't stop thinking about someone.." he admitted, too awkward to say it was her.

"That means that.. You're in love," she smiled, eyes holding an underlying sadness.

"O-oh.." he whispered, before the lady tucked him into his sheets,

"Would you like some tea to help you sleep? Biscuits? Anything at all?" she offered, eyes plain.

"C-could--" He cut himself off, realising how absurd his answer would seem to her, "Could you open the window for me?" She nodded, smiling and granting his request.

"I'll stick around, just in case you need anything, okay?"

"O-okay.."

His mind still raced. She cared about him. About his wellbeing. About his happiness. It made his heart flutter, the butterflies in his stomach intense. He wove his hand in Karl's soft fur, hoping to relieve his mind of such thoughts. Every once in a while, he noticed she would come and check in on him, only to get flustered and scold him when he was still awake.

How could he not be?

He was conflicted over her; did he love her? Or was it just that he wanted to be friends, and his social anxieties over exaggerated the situation, feigning admiration as infatuation?

Who was he kidding? Of course he loved her. Afterall, he was fixated on her. Wanting to be close to her, to be near her. He was quite comfortable with her, seeing as she was his maid and (possibly) his friend.

Curling up, he decided to just close his eyes and hope to fall asleep, before hearing the door open. He knew the familiar scent of lavender from anywhere; (L/n). She came to check on him again, moving closer.

Poe held his eyes shut, no matter how desperately he wanted to gaze at her beautiful features, he should have been sleeping. She brushed away the dark hair covering his eye, smiling down at him softly.

"Dammit, why do I have to love you?" she whispered, "You're my boss; I shouldn't be feeling like this towards you."

Poe felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment. It went unnoticed, the lady continuing to speak,

"I mean, you're the one I work for; surely it would be awkward if we were together.." she sighed, still relatively quiet, "But you're just too darn cute.."

He cracked open one eye, holding out his arms for her to fall into, "I.. I love you too.." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her loosely. She melted into his hold, taken aback by his confidence. Whilst he had stuttered, he also engaged in physical contact; something she was quite proud of him for.

"O-oh.." she said, realising his words as her face grew redder, "You heard all that?" Poe nodded against her back, having sat up to be closer to him. He felt the drowsiness he should have felt the previous night hit him like a train, finding himself almost unable to keep his eyes open.

"I-I'm tired.."

"Anything you could do with to help you sleep?" the (h/c)ette smiled jokingly.

"C-can you stay here..?" he whispered into her neck, having burried his face into her shoulder, "I-it's kind of comfortable.."

"Sure thing, Poe-Kun," she smiled, laying back down as the shy author snuggled closer to her, drifting into a much needed sleep.

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Love me! [Yandere!Dazai Osamu x Reader]

"Love me, (Y/n)!~" Dazai chimed, sat opposite the (h/c)ette with his face resting on his pale, almost ghostly, knuckles.

"Dazai, what are you doing?" she asked plainly,

"Ne? What do you mean?" he asked, cocking his head to the side innocently with a smile,

"You're usually off trying to drown yourself by now, why bother me out of everyone here?" the lady sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as though in attempt to stop her obvious irritation to the bandaged male. The (h/c)ette rolled her eyes,

"And what's the deal with 'love me', it's not the best of opening sentences," she continued with a scowl.

"Because I want you to love me, plain and simple," he smiled, "Or have you still not gotten over Chuuya?"

"That's none of your business, Dazai," she retorted coldly, a furious glaze over gorgeous, (e/c) eyes.

"I was right," he chimed, before realing she probably was less likely to love him now.

Fuck.

He was going to have to help her get over Chuuya in his more.. Resourceful.. Method.

"Mackerel? The fuck are you doing here?!" Chuuya snapped, seeing Dazai enter his room,

"We have some.. Unfinished business," the brunette said, a somewhat sinister smirk forming on his face. The small red head whipped around, ready to engage in a fight with his comrade.

Until he felt the blade glide across his neck.

"W-what the fuck?" he whispered to himself, before looking up to see the taller male with a small, sharp blade, "YOU BASTARD!" he roared, feebly attempting to cover the wound. The brunette gripped at his shoulder, restraining his ability.

"You think she'll love me now?" Dazai asked, reverting from his enraged mood to his normal, irritatingly cheery one.

"Wh-who the fuck would ever love you?" Chuuya growled, kicking at him in attempt to free himself, coughs and splutters of crimson blood staining his shirt, seeming to avoid Dazai and leave him immaculate.

"That's what I found myself thinking about you," he chimed, before bringing the knife back to his throat, "Now answer me; now that you're out of the way, do you think (Y/n) will love me?"

"(Y/n)? How am I the obstacle?!" he scowled, feeling the blood pour from his wound.

"She still loves you, but if there's no you to love, she can come running to me!" he sighed dreamily,

"You're crazier than I thought.." Chuuya snapped, brows furrowed in fury.

"That's the wrong answer," Dazai smirked, running the blade painfully slowly across the shorter male's neck, clamping a hand over his mouth so he couldn't scream.

Seconds passed.

Seconds that dragged on far too long.

His body fell limp, eliciting a victorious smirk from his brunette rival.

Blood continued to drip from the corpse.

Tears filled large, blue eyes.

Tears filled with regrets he noticed in the final moments of his life.

The all too apathetic tone that Chuuya had resented sounded once more, seeing him off mockingly.

"Where's that wine you love so much? You did preserve it for a special occasion."

//Timeskip//

"Ah! I can't wait to see her again!" Dazai grinned to himself, swinging his legs absent mindedly on the chair.

"Who, Dazai-San?" Atsushi asked, naivety obvious in his tone,

"My beloved (Y/n)-Sama," he smiled, taking a sip from his seventh coffee that morning.

"Do you have a history with her?" the younger male pried, curious as to who someone Dazai referred to as a goddess would have to do.

"Remember how I was a mafia executive?" he began, resting his hands on pale, almost ghostly, knuckles.

"You were a mafia executive?!" the tiger boy exclaimed, looking at his mentor with a dhocked expression.

"Yeah, of course I w-"

Ding!

"Dazai? Really? I told you to fuck off last time, besides, you're with these shitty detectives now," the (h/c)ette snapped, stepping through the door.

"(Y/n)-San! It's been a while," Dazai smiled, as if she hadn't just insulted him and his comrades,

"Can you just fuck off? And who's this piece of shit you're with?" she interrogated, statements conflicting.

Anger and curiosity swirled in her head, leaving her unsure of what to do and how to react.

"No, (Y/n), not until you tell me what I want to hear, and this is Atsushi, you may know him as the ma-"

"Dazai, who is this?" Kunikada snapped, pointing an accusihg finger at the lady in the doorway.

"This is (Y/n), my girlfriend!" Dazai smiled, jumping to her side and slinging an arm around her, "She's irritable, but I still love her.~"

She elicited no protest, knowing that no matter how much she hated Dazai for killing Chuuya, it was smarter to play along than be caught by the detective agency at this moment.

His hold on her felt like scolding iron, attempting to brand her as his own but merely causing her distress and anger.

They both hated it.

Dazai wanted her to know that he was the one she should be with.

Not Chuuya.

Not Mori.

Not Gin.

She was his, and only his.

He could encapsulate that forever in a Romeo and Juliet-esc double suicide.

(Y/n) wished he wouldn't attempt to make her his own.

She was allowed love.

She was allowed assistance.

She was allowed friendship.

Three things she would refuse from someone like him; suicide obsessed and having lost the plot.

"(Y/n), how's about we go on a date?" Dazai grinned, holding her hand tightly.

"..Sure.." she answered, attempting to free her hand from his,

"Great, let's go!"

Sat in silence, the lady felt tears well in her eyes.

"Why did you do it? Why did you kill him?" she demanded, ripping her hand from his vice-like grip and slamming him against a wall, fingers gripped tightly at his throat.

"Isn't it obvious? I did for you, so you would love me," the insane brunette smiled, holding her wrist and tracing patterns into it, "I invited you to sit with us and have a drink; it was his fabourite, you should've stayed with me and honoured him."

"You're one crazy son of a bitch," she seethed, gripping tighter.

"Asphyxiation? From someone as gorgeous as you? That's almost as good as the double suicide," Dazai choked, still smiling widely at the contact with her.

She scowled, punching him repeatedly.

He was left bruised and bleeding, she assumed for the dead.

"You're pathetic, gross, vile, now get the fuck out of my way," she snapped, landing a final kick where the sun doesn't shine.

Walking away from the male, she was struck with the memory of finding out.

Stepping into the somewhat lavish room without a knock, the (h/c)ette stared in horror. Her eyes were cast upon Chuuya's fresh corpse, blood splattered all over his attire and carpet. She couldn't scream. Couldn't shout. Couldn't cry for help. Couldn't move. She was helpless, paralysed in fear. The tone she least expected–or wanted–to hear at this moment spoke up,

"Oh! (Y/n)-Sama!" Dazai smiled, feigning a shocked expression, "Would you like to join us? It's his favourite wine, afterall."

"The fuck did you do to Chuuya?!" she snarled. An almost hurt expression formed on Dazai's features,

"Do you not like it?" he said, a whiny undertone to his voice.

His incessant whining tuned out, the lady observing the blood splattered walls with a twisted grimace. The stacks of hats he had collected was knocked over, covering picture frames of when they were together.

Had he still loved her, as well?

Dazai's irritating voice tuned back in,

"He scribbled your face out, you know," he said, looking down, "I don't think he ever loved you.."

She zoned back out, tears threatening to fall. Wine bottles lay scattered and broken on the floor, no less than shards of coloured glass he had treasured and hoarded. The wallpaper was covering in his own blood, messages from Dazai causing her to gag. The man had killed the one she loved, then mocked him in his own space, scrawling messages and insults onto the once pristine walls. Her eyes fixated on the table his corpse was slumped over, she looked on with a dark expression. Her legs began to move, stepping over to the black marble and kicking away the vase of roses laid out. She began to lash out at Dazai, screaming questions that availed with no answers. Tears flowed freely down her face, slamming the brunette's head off of the wall. He did nothing in retaliation.

"Theres the death you wanted so bad, suicidal freak," she snarled, pointing her gun to shoot him in the back of the head.

"Make me suffer," the male rasped, "Make me suffer the pain of living, (Y/n).. Living without y-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD," she roared, shooting his arm repeatedly.

"There, now if I die it's you revenge, and if I live I'm without the most inportant thing to me," he whispered, vision blurring.

"I hope that whatever the fuck that is rots in hell."

Tears still threatened to fall, the memory alone enough to tip her over the edge.

//Timeskip//

Returning to the security of her room after a long day of assassinations, she sighed, dropping onto her bed. The events that occured earlier that week still remained fresh in her mind, like an ooen wound that refused to close because everytime she walked it was pulled further open. Everything reminded her of Chuuya, his death and her hatred for Dazai. She became more like the short read head, angered by mostly anything and with a passionate hatred for the brunette.

Crawling into nightwear and getting comfortable in her bed, she shivered as she felt arms wrap around her, warm breath against her neck and heard five simple words.

"Do you love me yet?"

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Soft Spot [Ranpo Edogawa x Reader]

"(Y/n)-Chan?~" Ranpo chimed, sliding closer to you. He linked his arm with your own, an adorable, somewhat knowing smile gracing his pale features, and you knew the words about to fall out of his mouth.

"Y-yeah, I'll get you your candies," you smiled, nerves bubbling inside of you.

"Oh no, (Y/n)-Chan, I want to come with you!" he beamed, throwing his arms in the air childishly.

"Please refrain from referring to her by her first name unless she allows it," Kunikada sighed, on the rare break he allowed himself of his tight schedule. The ravenette pouted slightly, turning back to face you. He slid his glasses on almost jokingly,

"Using super deduction, I can tell she doesn't mind," he smirked, emerald eyes boring somewhat seductively into your own, (e/c) orbs. The strict blonde was about to retort, but noticed that he was somewhat behind schedule. He excused himself quickly, bursting out of the door to assure he was still on time.

You were stiff as a board, face flushed crimson. Your long-time crush was mere inches from your face, looking at you intently,

"Has super deduction failed me for the first time?" he breathed, warm breath only adding to your radiating cheeks.

"N-no.." You whispered, eyes darting to anywhere that wasn't his own, stunning, emerald green eyes. He smiled happily, removing his glasses and reverting back to his childish, adorable self.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Let's go, these gummies won't but themselves!" he beamed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him.

"Let's get a cab, (Y/n)!" he grinned, tired of walking already,

"A-ah, okay," you stuttered, sticking close to him. You never were good with crowds, always shying away. Ranpo, however, was confident, and knew what he was doing. You admired his strong will and ability to speak his mind so easily. He gave you a somewhat impatient smile, eager to get the candies he would drag people around for. He hailed a cab, pulling you in with a childish grin as you told the cab driver where to go, handing the appropriate amount of money.

"So, which shop is your favourite?" you asked, knees weak from his positively radiant expression. He was skipping around, pulling you with him. He whipped around to face you, pointing a somewhat accusing finger at her.

"You know that I would only go to the very best," he called, before turning to face a candy store, lined with colours and with various sweet delicacies. The mouth-watering goods made someone even as collected as you look im awe.

"Y'know, (Y/n)-Chan," he began, shifting his attention to you, "All of these candies," he continued, shuffling closer to her. He linked his arm with yours, opening his eyes and gazing into your own, (e/c) gems as he intertwined his fingers in your own.

"And yet you're still the sweetest thing here," he smiled. Your face was engfed in a flush of beet red, the prominent blush not going unnoticed by Ranpo. He chuckled, breaking his fingers away from yours with slight hesitance, pulling himself away and stepping into the store. You noticed a tint of pink dust his cheeks as you followed suit, mind still racing frantically from his bold actions.

Walking beside the undeniably adorable male, you couldn't help the smile creeping across (s/c) features. His content expression and radiating joy made you feel as though you could have a chance.

But of course you knew that it was just the sweets he wanted. It was those making him happy.

"Hey Ranpo, should we get going?" you suggested, looking away and allowing your arms to brush against each oher lightly, "The train should be there soon,"

"I don't know how the train system works," he admitted, pouting childishly,

"We could get the bus," you suggested,

"Noooo, buses are boringggg," he whined,

"We could hail a cab agai-"

"CAN WE NOT JUST HANG OUT? WALK? CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I JUST WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME BACK?" he yelled, stopping abruptly as tears pooled in his eyes.

His somewhat childish confession warmed your heart. You reached out your hand,

"W-we can walk.." you muttered, face beet red once more. The ravenette wiped his eyes, looking up at her,

"(Y/n).. Do you think I'm too childish..?" he whimpered, flushed and embarassed. The two of you were in a rather deserted street, only a few passersby giving glances. You enveloped him in a hug, his sincerity melting your own insecurities.

"N-no, I don't.." you whispered, running your hand through his hair in attempt to comfort him.

"S-so we can still be friends..?" he breathed, holding you close.

You stiffened at that.

Did he think you rejected him?

You would never do that.

You would happily be with him, able to feel comfortable and secure in his hold.

Even the thought made butterflies run rampant in your stomach.

You looked down, refusing to let go,

"O-of course.."

Disappointment laced your voice, something the legendary detective wrote off as being directed at his feelings.

"Hey, R-Ranpo, about earlier.."

"Ne? Do you want some gummies, (Y/n)?" the male offered, walking alongside her. He felt awkward, walking alongside the girl he loved and unaware of your opinion on him. You took the few gummies, seeing as it was rare for him to share his candy. You ate it, somewhat hesitant. The walk continued in an awkward silence, everytime you tried to tell him you did love him back. That his feelings were reciprocated. But it was difficult, seeing as he would just offer you his precious candies. It had gotten to the point where you had managed to get more than him.

He didn't even complain.

"Ranpo, stop avoiding this," you said, more stern than anyone was used to, "I love you too, so stop thinking I wouldn't." He blushed, looking away,

"Don't say things to make me feel better," he retorted,

"Hey, use Super Deduction to check," you smiled,

"(Y/n), Super Detection-"

"Just try," you began, "Please?"

"Fine.." he pouted, slipping his glasses on and looking at her with hurt, green eyes, "You-"

You cut him off with a quick peck on the lips, face flushing crimson instantaneously.

"I love you too, Ranpo," you smiled, taking his hat and putting it on your own head.

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