Serial Designation V M.list

serial designation v m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ having a adopted human child hcs ✧

summary : headcanons of uzi, v and doll taking care of a human child.

❥ reader flirting w v and only v

summary: self explanitory

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Bungou Stray Dogs

♡ Names are linked to their masterlist!

➤ Armed Detective Agency

↳ Fukuzawa, Yukichi

↳ Kunikida, Doppo

↳ Dazai, Osamu

↳ Nakajima, Atsushi

↳ Yosano, Akiko

↳ Edogawa, Ranpo

↳ Miyazawa, Kenji*

↳ Izumi, Kyoka*

↳ Tanizaki, Junichiro

↳ Tanizaki, Naomi

➤ Port Mafia

↳ Ogai, Mori

↳ Ozaki, Kouyou

↳ Nakahara, Chuuya

↳ Akutagawa, Ryunosuke

↳ Akutagawa, Gin

↳ Higuchi, Ichiyo

↳ Tachihara, Michizo

↳ Sakunosuke, Oda

➤ The Guild

↳ Francis Fitzgerald

↳ Edgar Allen Poe

↳ Lucy Maud Montgomery

↳ Margaret, Mitchell

↳ Mark Twain

↳ Nathanial Hawthorne

➤ Decay of the Angel

↳ Fyodor, Dostoevsky

↳ Nikolai, Gogol

↳ Sigma

*req's must be veryyyy sfw

Relax with me

summary : growing tired of paperwork, you sit at your desk desperately trying to get it all done. but all you need, is to relax with chuuya.

reader pronouns : they/them

pairing : chuuya nakahara x reader

(y/n) was sat in in their chair. Spinning around after doing many pages of important paperwork. In the comfort of the apartment they shared with their partner. They brought one of their hands up to rub their ever growing tired eyes. Feeling the bags, weighing under them.

"If I don't do this, who will?" And went back to scribbling something down on the paper.

Seconds became minutes. And minutes became hours. (y/n) placed their sleepy head on the desk in defeat. They still had so many pages left to do. Like the cost for the recent attack they had done on the ADA. 

Eyelids were growing heavy. "Getting tired? Why don't you stop for now?" A voice so familiar had called out the the sleeping figure. Chuuya had lightly shook his partner awake. "Come on. Let's go to sleep. You're clearly to tired to work." He had protested to his significant other. 

"But! I need to get this work done." They had said in a sleepy tone. Chuuya wouldn't take no for a answer. He had pulled the chair away from the desk. Trying to prevent (y/n) to work any further. They groaned out of pure tiredness.

They had given in to their boyfriends request, and had gotten up from the chair. Chuuya had taken their hand and guided them towards the bed. One by one. They had both climbed in to the bed.

Holding each other in a warm embrace. "Next time, put your health first. Not the stupid paperwork." He said nuzzling his head deeper into theirs. All they had done is nod. Simply. In compliance to what Chuuya had said. Wanting to enjoy the moment with the one they love the most.

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The making of a confession

summary : you are a support class student working on a new support item, and a certain blond boy tells you about his feelings.

reader pronouns : she/her

paring : denki kaminari x reader

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Another night.

Another sleepless night..

The motivation and guilt of getting these is getting to me. I want them done. It would bother me if they don't get finished. I reach for my can of Monster, when I heard the door behind me open. 

"Hello?" I turned to face the figure in the doorway, his golden locks shining in the light. His eye's illuminated by the night.

"Oh! Come right in, do you need something?" Could Kaminari be here for a support item? At this hour? Who am I to judge, if he is more at home coming here at this hour. That's his business, not mine. 

He came closer, sitting on a clear space on a table close to the one I was working at.

"I wanted to ask you something, if that's alright?" He asked, eyes darting around the room. Not making any eye contact with me.

"Yeah, go ahead.." I trail off. Turning my focus from him to the machine I was constructed. Consistently.

"Soo, let's say there's this girl I really like... How would I possibly ask her out?" It was clear he had strong feelings for her, his cheeks went bright red just thinking of her. 

She's someone special to him. Someone who he loves. It's clear to see.

"Just tell her that you like her, there's no harm in that. Is there?"

"Yeah your right..."Kaminari seems lost in thought, is he planning on what to say to his special someone?

"Y/n?" He called me by my first name. It was a shock for sure. "Yes?" Turing to face the blond. Diverting my attention from my machine.

"I like you!" He had blurted it out. His face went entirely red, so did mine. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks. I walked closer to the blond boy. Closing the gap between us.

"I feel the same way, always have.." I placed my lips on his. He brought his arms around my waist, closing the space between us even more.

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Hello!! May I request Sal Fisher x reader who is severely afraid of physical touch? Like to the point where it takes them a while to even touch someone with a piece of fabric in between their hand and the person. Also if the reader is seriously sarcastic, teasing and the type who laughs everything off while being terrified of touch would be great.

Thank you!!

T O U C H

summary: [reader], is afraid of physical touch. Which causes their beloved boyfriend to doubt himself.

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: they/them

It had been month since they started dating Sal. Months. They took things slow with him, not that he minded. Going slow was calming. But Sal wanted to know, why wouldn't they touch him?

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Sal asked, breaking the silence. Fumbling his mask between his fingers. They look up at him. "No, you're beautiful to me."

There was another long awkward silence.

"Then, why don't you.. want to touch me?" Sal couldn't even make eye contact with them. His voice, sounded like he was clearly hurt. Aching, even.

They laughed, it was strained. But they laughed. "Oh.. ummm." They couldn't think of the words. They felt as if they needed a explanation, not a sarcastic one at that.

They nervously fumbled with their fingers. "I love you so much, I thought you knew that!" They said, finally, trying to bluff their way out of this awkward feeling.

Sal looked at them blankly. Clearly seeing their bluff.

"If you don't think I'm deformed, then why won't you let me hold you?" Sal seemed set on holding his lover. He needed it.

They laughed it off, trying to ignore the nagging feeling. They felt a tug on their heartstrings, they hated Sal thinking he was not attractive. Yet, they were too frightened to even hold pinkies with the poor blue haired boy.

They bit the bullet.

Their pinky, slowly extended out to him. Gently holding his pinky with theirs. They couldn't bring themselves to be their usually cocky, arrogant self.

"I love you, ya know that?"

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Pluviophile

summary : your looking out the window of the ADA and a certain brunet catches your attention.

paring : osamu dazai x reader

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You were looking out the window of the ADA. Watching as the little rain droplets slide down the window. Your fingers touched the cold surface of the window. Causing multiple droplets to abruptly fall, much before their time. Your gaze is focus on the nightlights of the city, you try so hard to keep safe. 

"Fancy to see you here." A voice had called out to you. You saw a tall brown haired man approach you. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his curry udon coloured jacket.

As you were trying to register who he was, he was right next to you. His chocolate coloured orbs lit up from the reflection of the city lights. "I thought you would of headed home by now." He told you. Eyes never straying from the window. 

 "How's Kunikida been treating you? Piling you up with paperwork, yet?" He joked. Letting out a hearty chuckle. A wide cheeky smile hugged at his lips.

You had observed his relationship with Kunikida from the days prior. It was this chaotic relationship. But yet it was solidly built upon trust. "I don't think we have properly been introduced yet, my name is Osamu Dazai." His gaze broke from the window, and he was now looking at you.

"(y/n), (y/n) (l/n)." You had finally spoken to him. Your (e/c) irises darting from the window to his face. "Well (y/n), I'm quite impressed." You tilted your head as if to say you don't quite get what he is trying to say. "I'm mean you haven't had a visit to Dr.Yosano yet." Silence had befallen upon you two. It wasn't a awkward silence. No. I was more like a comfortable one. 

Like there was no pressure to keep talking. Both just simply enjoying each other company. You flipped open your phone to check the time. It was 7pm now. How long were you standing here with Dazai for? "Say, you do know you've gotten a complaint? Right?" He asked. Voice clearly laced with curiosity. "No." Was all you said. 

He open his mouth, then closed it. Like he wasn't sure on what to say next. "It was about that you're never really, how do I put this? Serious? Like its a life or death situation and you don't seem to care." He stated, finally.

You thought at this moment he was expecting a long reply from you. But what happened was just a deadpan stare. To him, the look on your face was one that was to say, he had just insulted you. And you were. He had accidentally insulted you. Saying you 'don't care', was quite rude. Now instead of a comfortable silence, it was one that stings. Looming around you two like a bad stench. 

You were silent. So was he. Both of you didn't know how to continue this conversation. And yet you still stood next to each other. Not exactly enjoying each other's company, but not hating it at the same time. As time went on the room grew colder. Rain had picked up and had gotten heavier. You were dreading going home at this point. You felt something placed on your shoulders. It was a coat. Dazai's beige coat. He must've picked up on you being cold. 

"Thank you." You said. He smiled. "I think Miss (y/n), we should be heading home now." He said as he outstretched his arm to guide you. You took it, a soft smile growing on your face. 

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