Hello author, I hope you doing well and I would like to ask you an one shot if that's not bother you. I'm sorry in advance for the spelling mistakes, English is not my first language. (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃
Fandom : Bungou Strays Dogs
Theme : slightly angst/fluff&comfort
It's an Mori Ougai x GN!Reader, Friends to Lover ( their love eachother but didn't still confess )
Plot : The reader runs a cafe and has the ability to change and go in people's dreams as long as they knows their names.
Mori often frequents the cafe because Elise enjoys the desserts sold there. Mori and reader are friends because of this.
The reader don't know that's Mori was the Boss of the Port Mafia at the start and Mori don't know about Reader's ability at the start.
So one day, Reader notice that Mori don't feel very well because Mori have nightmares and bad sleep so innocently the Reader wish to make him feel better and decide to change and manipulate the dream's of Mori next night and discover that's the nightmare Mori have is about his past trauma during and the reader decide to comfort him. The reader also discover at the same time that's Mori is the boss of the Port Mafia.
Next day, Mori confront the Reader about this and after an discussion, they confess to eachother.
The end
I hope you would have an great day, goodbye author ! <(￣︶￣)>❤️❤️❤️
Whispered Names I Ougai Mori x Reader
Summary: A quiet café, a tired doctor, and a coffee shop owner with an ability. When you enter Mori’s dreams to offer comfort, you uncover the truth behind his nightmares—and who he really is.
A/N: This...is not my best work. I'm in the middle of finals but I had this started and wanted to finish this adorable scenario. Might edit it later cause some of the dialogues are very cringe. Thank you so much for the request, love! This story was a joy to write, and I hope it brings you the comfort and emotion you were looking for. I really admire your idea and your kindness—please don’t worry about your English, it was perfectly clear and heartfelt! Hope you enjoy!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
TW: themes of trauma, war, death, medical imagery, and implied assassination. Please read with care. (˘︶˘).｡.:*♡
MASTERLIST
The chime above the café door jingled with its usual gentle ring, soft and familiar like a whispered greeting. Mori Ougai stepped inside, posture straight, movements graceful and measured. Behind him, Elise bounced in with barely contained excitement, her eyes lighting up the moment she spotted the rows of strawberry parfaits displayed behind the glass case.
The café was warm and tranquil, a soft refuge tucked quietly away from the chaos of Yokohama’s streets. Sunlight pooled through the windows, casting golden stripes across the wooden floors. You were already behind the counter, drying a mug with a soft towel, and glanced up with a smile that came naturally at the sight of them.
“Welcome back,” you said, voice warm. “Your usual seat today?”
Mori’s lips curved into a polite, familiar smile. “Of course,” he replied, removing his gloves with slow precision. “And Elise, I assume, will insist on the parfait again?”
“Yes, yes!” Elise clapped her hands together and darted toward the window seat, the one she always claimed, already pulling her legs up into the booth like she owned the place. “With extra cream this time, okay? You always forget!”
“I don’t always forget,” you replied with a teasing glance. “But fine—extra swirl, just for you.”
She gave a little victorious “hmph,” folding her arms and watching the dessert case with laser focus.
Mori chuckled under his breath as he settled into the seat across from her, brushing a speck of lint from his coat sleeve. “She’s been talking about this parfait since last week. I believe I’ve been threatened with exile if we didn’t come today.”
“She does have excellent taste,” you said, stepping out from behind the counter with a small notepad in hand, though you already knew their order by heart. “Coffee for you? Black, no sugar, a dash of cinnamon?”
“Always.” He nodded. “You remember better than most.”
“I pay attention.” You offered him a quiet, knowing smile before scribbling the order anyway, more out of habit than need.
As you turned to head back toward the kitchen, Elise leaned over to whisper to Mori—loudly enough for you to still hear.
“You two should just marry already,” she said with exaggerated annoyance. “You keep staring.”
Mori raised a brow and cleared his throat, uncharacteristically flustered. “Elise.”
“What?” she huffed. “I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.”
You bit your lip to hold back a laugh as you disappeared through the doorway to start on their drinks and dessert.
Behind you, Mori sighed. “Children,” he muttered, but there was the faintest softness in his voice—something not quite annoyance. Something else entirely.
He came often—too often, perhaps—for someone who clearly didn't belong to the quiet rhythm of everyday life. Not that he ever drew attention. Quite the opposite. When Rintarō walked through the café door, it wasn’t with the air of a powerful man. There was no tailored suit, no polished shoes, no slick professionalism that hinted at authority.
Instead, he wore the same worn white doctor’s coat, frayed slightly at the cuffs, like it had lived through more than it should have. His hair, once neatly parted, now fell messily around his temples, and he hadn’t shaved in days—his jaw shadowed with a soft stubble that made him look more tired than dangerous. If anyone noticed, they probably assumed he was just a fatigued hospital worker on a break. Someone normal. Invisible.
But not to you.
To you, he was the man who drank his coffee far too bitter, who hunched slightly when he read from crumpled medical texts in the corner, who only relaxed when Elise laughed with her mouth full of cream. You’d grown used to the image of him like this—unkempt, quiet, a little frayed around the edges—and maybe that’s why you liked him even more.
Here, in this little pocket of the world, he let his guard down. No title. No grandeur. Just a man who always chose the corner booth, who always said your name a little softer than necessary, who always seemed a little sad when he thought no one was looking.
He was rough around the edges, yes, but he was real. And you had come to look forward to that quiet presence more than you dared admit.
You knew so little, really. Only that he often sat silently while Elise devoured sweets with childlike glee, her voice rising with delight as she demanded more whipped cream or argued with him about dessert etiquette. And you? You’d linger longer than necessary at his table, refilling his cup when it was still half-full, offering a quiet smile and a few easy words.
Over time, the distance between you had shrunk—subtly, naturally. You learned he liked lilacs, though he never said it outright, only commented on the small vase of them once with the faintest curve of a smile. You’d noticed the way he paused before answering your questions, as if weighing how much of himself to offer. You respected that. Never pushed.
“Rintarou,” you called him, and he let you—no correction, no deflection.
Friends, you told yourself. That’s all it was. Friends who exchanged soft glances when the café grew quiet. Friends who always seemed to notice each other’s mood without speaking. But there was something in the silences between you—words neither of you dared speak aloud. Something lingering in the way your fingers brushed his when passing his cup. In the way his gaze lingered just a moment too long when he thought you weren’t looking.
No one had said it—not yet—but the space between friendship and something more was growing thinner with every visit.
You slid his coffee across the table, hand brushing his by accident. He didn’t pull away. But his eyes... were tired. More than usual.
You approached the table with his coffee in hand, setting it down with the gentle clink of ceramic against wood. Elise was too busy humming to herself while scribbling in a coloring book to notice anything, but you caught it the moment you looked at him—Rintarou’s eyes were duller than usual, ringed faintly with exhaustion. His posture wasn’t as straight, his shoulders slouched just slightly, and he hadn’t even bothered to brush the sleep lines from his cheek.
“You didn’t sleep well, did you?” you asked softly, sliding into the seat across from him, your tone more concerned than casual.
He looked up, blinking once like you’d caught him off guard. “Is it really that obvious?”
You gave him a small, lopsided smile. “Not to most people. But I’ve seen you when you’re... composed. And this isn’t it.”
His fingers curled loosely around the coffee cup, but he didn’t lift it right away. “You’re observant.”
“I run a café. People tell me things with their faces more than their words,” you said, watching him.
Rintarou was silent for a moment. His gaze dropped to the steam curling up from his cup, and something unreadable passed over his face— almost weariness.
“I just… wanted to check,” you added gently, as if afraid you might have overstepped. “If there’s anything I can do. Or if you just want to talk. Or even if you don’t want to say anything at all—I’m here ‘till closing.”
He looked at you then. Really looked. And in his eyes, there was something raw beneath all that restraint. He gave a short, humorless breath through his nose. “No, I’m alright.” he said, then softer, “but thank you.”
There was something tender in his voice when he said that—like the act of offering had meant more than your words. He finally brought the coffee to his lips, sipping it slowly. You didn’t push, just stood there with him for a moment in comfortable silence.
That night, you sat alone in your quiet apartment, troubled by the image of him. Your ability was a rare one. You could enter and influence dreams, as long as you knew someone’s name. And Rintarou Mori—you knew his name. You had never used your ability without telling someone. But this felt... different. He looked like he needed rest more than anything else. You only wanted to help.
So you closed your eyes, whispered his name, and fell into sleep.
The dream was a suffocating void, alive with pain and regret.
You found yourself in a makeshift field hospital, the air thick with antiseptic and screams. Young Rintarou—his once-crisp white coat stained by sweat and mud—raced between bloodied stretchers. He’d been a war doctor first, stitching wounds and administering morphine under relentless shellfire. Here, his hands shook as he tried to save soldiers he’d never know again.
Then the scene blurred, shifting to a dingy back-alley clinic, flickering lanterns casting half-shadows. He’d worked there next, an underground doctor tending to the city’s worst and desperate. His coat hung heavier, the fabric threadbare, but his eyes burned with quiet determination as he patched bullet wounds by candlelight.
Finally, the memory twisted, hard and sharp, dragging you into the dim, echoing halls of the Port Mafia’s headquarters. The air was cold, still, and heavy with finality. There, in the shadows of power, Rintarou knelt beside a frail figure collapsed on a silk-draped bed—his predecessor, the old boss. The man’s hair was ghost-white, slick with sweat, his breath shallow and rattling like wind through cracked glass.
You watched, heart tight, as the old man’s eyes snapped open. His voice came in a fevered whisper, slurred and manic: “Kill them… kill them all…”
And Rintarou—his expression unreadable, his face like carved porcelain—leaned in close. With steady, surgical precision, he withdrew a blade. Not a weapon of war, but a surgeon’s knife—sterile, deliberate, clinical.
Without a word, he drew it across the old man’s throat.
The blood was quick and silent, soaking into the sheets like ink. There was no cruelty in the act. No pleasure. Only cold necessity—and a trace of sorrow so deeply buried it almost went unnoticed. The boss’s last breath rattled like a judge’s gavel.
You stepped forward, the memory still settling around him like ash. The air was heavy with blood and silence—too many silences. The soldiers he couldn’t save. The desperate voices from that backroom clinic. The soft, wet sound of a throat being opened by his own hand.
They flickered in and out of focus—ghosts circling him, bound not by malice, but by memory. And Rintarou knelt at the center of it all, unmoving. Not resisting. Just… enduring. Shoulders stiff. Eyes blank. A man who had learned to carry his sins in silence because he thought no one else should have to.
You knelt beside him, your presence a ripple in the stillness. One hand reached out, brushing his sleeve—just enough. Not to erase what had happened, but to offer something else.
With the faintest pulse of your ability, the scene around you began to bend and soften. The dark walls of the Mafia’s inner sanctum melted away, brick by brick, and were replaced by open sky. Cold stone gave way to soft grass. The air warmed. Light returned.
And yet… he didn’t move.
Even in the dawn you offered, Rintarou sat frozen—jaw tight, fists clenched in his lap, as if terrified that letting go of the past would dishonor the dead he carried with him.
You looked at him, truly looked. Not as a doctor. Not as a killer. But as a man who’d lived through more than anyone should—and survived it alone.
And for the first time, in the quiet hum of his dream, you whispered, “You don’t have to keep reliving it to prove you remember.”
He didn’t answer, but his breath hitched—just once. And in that stillness, you saw it:
He heard you.
The next morning, Rintarou arrived alone.
No Elise. No usual easy pretense. Just him—standing in the doorway of your café with shadows under his eyes and something heavier in the set of his shoulders. The morning sun lit the edges of his worn coat, and though his hair was still tousled and a faint stubble clung to his jaw, there was nothing unkempt about the look in his eyes.
Sharp. Direct. Measured.
You met him behind the counter, offering his coffee without a word. But he didn’t take it right away.
“You,” he said quietly, eyes never leaving yours, “were in my dream.”
You stilled.
His tone wasn’t angry. Not quite. But it carried a weight that settled in the space between you like a blade laid gently on a table.
“I don’t remember everything,” he continued, tone calm but direct, “but I know enough. You changed it. You saw it. You saw me.”
Your throat tightened. “I didn’t mean to invade your mind, I swear. I didn’t even know—at first—that it was that kind of dream. You looked so… tired. I just wanted to help.”
Rintarou studied you in silence, his expression unreadable.
“You went where no one’s ever been,” he said finally. “My memories. My regrets. You saw what I did. What I became.”
“I did,” you said. “And I’m still treating you the same. Still here. That should tell you everything.”
His jaw tightened, like he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or ashamed. “You saw me kill him.”
You nodded.
A pause.
A beat.
“My real name is Ougai Mori. Rintarou is just what Elise likes to call me.”
There it was. Clear. Direct. A confession offered not with pride, but with unflinching honesty.
The words hung between you like a blade suspended mid-air.
You stared at him for a long moment, trying to match this quiet man—this gentle regular with worn sleeves and a sweet tooth for Elise’s sake—to the shadowed title that made the underworld tremble. And yet... it wasn’t hard. Because you had already seen what others hadn’t: the surgeon’s precision, the commander’s burden, the man beneath the weight.
You exhaled slowly. “So that’s the name behind the nightmares.”
You stared at him, the words settling between you like smoke that didn’t quite sting. It should have frightened you. It should have driven you back. But instead, you stepped closer—barely noticeable, just a shift in breath, in presence.
“…I figured it was something like that,” you said softly, voice steady. “After everything I saw… the weight you carry, the things you’ve done—yes, I know who you are now. But it doesn’t change what I see when I look at you.”
You stepped around the counter and walked up to him. Close enough that you could see the worry he almost—almost—managed to hide.
“You didn’t become a monster,” you said, voice steady despite the storm inside you. “You became a man carrying more than anyone should have to. You made choices that no one else wanted to make. I’m not going anywhere.”
A long silence passed. He looked at you, really looked at you, with those dark eyes that had seen far too much. And for a moment, something softened in them—something fragile and human and achingly real.
“I should have walked away from this place the moment I realized what I was beginning to feel,” he said, voice low. “But I couldn’t. I told myself it was for Elise. For the quiet. The coffee.”
He smiled faintly. A sad, small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “But it was always you.”
Your breath caught.
“I stay because you make me forget,” he continued, “just for a little while… what I’ve done. What I am. You remind me that there’s still something gentle left in me.”
You reached out then, fingers brushing his coat sleeve before taking his hand completely. It was warm. Solid. Hesitant.
“I don’t want you to forget,” you whispered. “I want you to remember—and still believe there’s something worth holding onto. Something good. Something soft.”
His fingers curled around yours.
“…You make me want things I’d convinced myself I didn’t deserve.”
“Then let yourself have them,” you said, voice a little shaky. “Let yourself have this.”
A silence fell again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. It was full of something softer. Something waiting.
And then, without another word, he leaned in—tentative, careful, like he was giving you every chance to step away.
You didn’t.
You closed the distance, pressing your forehead to his, your hand still wrapped in his. There was no rush. No urgency. Just the quiet bloom of something long overdue.
When you finally pulled back, he was smiling—not the sharp, practiced smile you’d seen so many times, but something smaller. Warmer. Real.
“I’d like to stay,” he said, his voice barely above a breath. “If you’ll have me.”
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hey, hello. I have a idea I wanna submit to Netflix, but before I do,
I want your guys opinion.
'Alan Decker, is a scientist who works on creating unique and enhanced flavors. He has already worked a miracle on a small cafe right down his street, by giving them one of his recipe's. Only because it was the only cafe near him and the only one that had good potential. But one day, as he was going to get his regular coffee, he saw an eviction note. he asks why they were getting evicted, and Turns out, they were drug dealers who haven't been paying their rent for months now. Irritated, He decides to help out the new cafe just beside his house(lab??). He goes back home and get some stuff before entering the cafe, where he was greeted by -probably- the only employee there. He sat down, and to the surprise of the waiter, He ordered every pastry and beverage in the menu. Surprisingly, the waiter took only a few minutes to ready 20 Drinks and 35 Pastries. He ate every single one and to no one's surprise, it all taste like shit, he wants to help the poor cafe to get it up and running, so, he asks to speak to the manager. the waiter looked down and asked 'is it that bad?' this was probably the first time Alan felt bad for an employee, but he decided to be straight forward with him, 'yes.' He walks to where the waiter was pointing, and saw a man sitting holding his head, the manager and the landlord, he grabs the attention of the man and asks him he could buy the land off him, the man looked bewildered and came to his knees' 'please! I'm sorry for what I've done this time! I have a husband and child to take care of' he rolled his eyes and told him to stand up, 'no, that's not the reason why I wanna buy the land,' he went on explaining to him that he wanted to help out in ways. The man agreed, seeing that this could help him and the person working there. The waiter introduced himself as Theodore, and the manager as Javier. and so, Alan , Theo, And Javier, work together to make the best cafe. after a few weeks', the cafe finally got some attention, and in some months', the cafe was filled to the brim every day. one night, Theodore, offered to pull an all nighter to clean and watch Javier's, child(a cat) and both agreed, as Javier, had a date to go to, and Alan, wanted to sleep. Alan's phone is connected to the security system of the cafe, and so if any alarms get triggered, his phone will blare in a unusual way. he woke up to the blaring and checked the camera's first, and to his surprise, he saw a bunch of people making molotov cocktails'. He grabbed his coat and ran to the cafe,(I know his house is right beside the cafe, but he sleeps underground,) once he arrived, he saw the place in flames, he then saw Javier, and told him to call 911 and the fire department, he took of his coat and slippers then went it. he ran down the stairs to get to the underground floor, and when he got down, the first thing he saw was Theo on the ground hugging the cat to his chest, he saw Javier, beside him, so he told him to grab the important papers', and with that done, they ran back up stairs. when they arrived back up to the surface, the doctors took Theo, and the firemen took out the fire, Alan, told the police who did it and showed them the proof. now that the people who did this are in jail, and Chris is recovering, Alan, felt relief. He was worried about Theo, a bit to much honestly, a few days later, Theo, was discharged from the hospital, all well and fully recovered. and when everything was getting better, the people who had caused the fire escaped from jail, they decide to hide out in Alan's mother's attic for a while(a week) during the days staying there, some kind of tension was building around Theo, and Alan, soft brushing of hands and learning new things about each other, turns out, Theo, is really good at drawing and he has a sketch book filled with doodles,(I think you know who). a week passed by really fast, and now there back standing in front of the burnt cafe. They decided to rebuild the cafe together, better and bigger than before.
During the attic stay and the rebuilding, Javier, noticed the change of relationship between the two boys, and thought that either they were dating, or they both have an oblivious crush on each other. I think its obvious which choice it is. He decides to pull Alan to the side and ask him how he feels about Theo, which to his surprise, Alan was all open to how he feels and told him everything, and now, He has a famous scientist who has a HUGE crush on the person he has always thought of as a son, and all of the sudden he made it his life priority to make his son happy.
eventually, the cafe was finished and as they said, it was bigger and better than before, and the tension between Alan and Theo? it hasn't lessened that much actually, it more likely gained, The tension gained attention from a bunch of high school girls, who kept on recording the two. With all the mindless flirting and the unresolved sexual tension between the two, he decided enough is enough, (its Javier btw) after six months, he finally decides to make Alan do the first move, Alan was scared, but he agreed knowing, even if he was rejected, he would be able to finally get rid of the heavy lump on his chest. and on a winter night, he asks Theodore out, and to his surprise, he agrees, he set up the time and place and is filled with relief that he agreed.
They meet in front of the café and its snowing around them, Alan hid the Bouquet behind his back and looked at Theo, He opens his mouth to speak, but when nothing came out he closed it. he cleared his throat and revealed the Bouquet, Theodore looked bewildered and asked 'for me?' he just nods as Theo took the flowers, he finally confessed 'Theo, I like you a lot, like, a lot, a lot. I like you for your determination and your... face?, I uhm.. Like you for taking care of me even though you were the one who needed taking care of, thank you for your never ending patience and kindness, and thank you for putting up with my attitude, but all I really want to say is, that... I love you' He closed his eyes and was ready to get yelled at, but when he felt a warm tingle against his lips, he re-opened his eyes to see Theodore leaning on him, He leaned in too and finally felt something worth living for.
THIS TOOK ME WAY TO LONG TO WRITE, anyways, I hope you guys like it, and for visual think of Theo as Jamie campbell bower, Alan as Joseph Quinn, And Javier as Oscar isaac, But thats only my visual so get wild with your visual on them;)
If this gets enough likes (atleast 1k or above) im gonna send this idea to netflix.( as a joke, but please like this)
Lucifer walked in and furrowed his brow with a hint of curiosity as he sat himself down on a nearby chair, eyeing Eclipse from nearby. "I imagine this place gets a lot of interesting customers? Have you had any as of recent, if I may ask?", he slides some coins across the table. He is here for an interesting story, perhaps.
"So, there's this book girl, her name is Kaui. She is a book author, and she thinks a bit high of herself. When she came, well... "
"Let's say, she wanted more than a discount"
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A week ago.....
"And now, her and I are kind of flirtatious friends."
Summary: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Welcome to the masterlist where you can read to your heart’s content.
The first part is kind of scary, but don't worry, it gets better from here! XD Ngghhh, I don't love how some of this turned out ... BUT IT WAS REALLY HARD, GUYS. AND THIS IS ONLY PART ONE.
Ack, sorry for the bad formatting, btw, I designed the comic to be in scrolling-mode so I would get more comfortable with the format. Turns out it's not so handy when it comes to posting on social media, though ... ANYWEE, more to come in this au, since ... this lil snippet didn't really give ya much at all ..!!
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JUST LETTING EVERYONE KNOW THAT I MADE A COLLEGE AU! HARU X DAISUKE
A03 FFNET
A THRONE OF GREED
SUMMARY:
After having his scholarship rescinded, Katou Haru is at risk on being a college broke student and increases the risk upon meeting the bothersome Kambe Daisuke who looks for a fraternity.
