HELLOO, im yvonne, resident jirai and girlblogger femcel! i am 17 years old and desi (there arent enough desi jirais, if you are, moot me up NOW). i am a proud aromantic and a bisexual too.
i like to read a lot, especially young adult and manga. my favourite series is shatter me. while my favourite manga is tomorrow ill be someone's girlfriend. i also LOVE bungou stray dogs and i will NOT shut up about it. i also love to write fanfiction, especially for bsd and genshin. my writing account is @abysslistic though its empty rn. i also bake, take quizzes, make picrews and nekas for fun as well! i am also semisharing dazai yume.
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person with The Disorder™ relating about post about The Disorder™ : "wow, i really relate to this post, but I can't reblog cause I don't have the The Disorder™ and it would be disrespectful who actually have it"
I won't necessarily judge people outwardly but not judging them internally is just impossible. My internal monologue is mean as heck and sometimes for absolutely no reason too.
I make a conscious choice to be a kind and loving person on the outside while internally I'm calling you a bastard in six different languages and cursing your entire bloodline.
You are one of my many lucky stars so today I have decided to spam your blog since it is to my preference ~ if you want to thank me then make sure to say "I thank the best streamer sparxie!" It will absolutely warm my heart
Anyway say hi to the stream ☆
I THANK THE BEST STREAMER SPARXIE! HAIIII!
tysm for the spam, i was kinda scared when i first saw it 😭😭
You are one of my many lucky stars so today I have decided to spam your blog since it is to my preference ~ if you want to thank me then make sure to say "I thank the best streamer sparxie!" It will absolutely warm my heart
Anyway say hi to the stream ☆
I THANK THE BEST STREAMER SPARXIE! HAIIII!
tysm for the spam, i was kinda scared when i first saw it 😭😭
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ ݁they soft-launch you on their instagram :)) ˖Ი𐑼⋆
╰› characters ♯ Nakahara C., Dazai O., Edogawa R., Nakajima A., Akutagawa R.
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader for all, modern!au, use of petnames, might be ooc, they use social media, established relationships, mention of double suicide, chuuya height slander ⋆˚࿔
my late happy birthday chuuya!! i thought i should do something for him for his bday :)) ts is all i mustered up while trying to finish this one oneshot! i know their popularity here is inaccurate, but lets ignore that -o-
Chuuya Nakahara
Osamu Dazai
Ranpo Edogawa
Atsushi Nakajima
Ryuunosuke Akutagawa
fic made by @reasaph !! Leave a like if u enjoyed :DD ۶ৎ
Your f/o still loves you even after you relapse <:o)
Sometimes we all have our days. Your f/o still loves you. They aren't mad at you for it, they just want you to be okay. They care about you and they'll do their best to help you through your tough times and help you get better
obs: reader is flirty asf, has an illusion creating ability (barely relevant) and was captured by the port mafia.
The walls of the holding cell beneath the Port Mafia headquarters were concrete and stained with so much blood you could still smell it in the air. A single flickering light illuminated the small room, the atmosphere heavy and dangerous, frightening to anyone else, but you seemed to be exactly where you wanted to be, comfortable enough that the cell could almost be your own bedroom.
It's been seventy-two hours, at least you thought. After a while, counting the minutes got boring too. Time moves differently when you're waiting for someone interesting to show up, and so far, the Port Mafia's hospitality has been disappointingly dull. People came and went, tortured you for a while, and left without answers to any of their questions. It felt good knowing how infuriating of a guest you were.
You're beginning to think this whole "capture and interrogate the infiltrator" thing is just bad planning on their part. If they wanted information, they should've at least sent someone with a sense of humor. And almost as if your thoughts had been heard, the heavy door groans open, metal scraping against concrete.
"If you're here to offer me the mystery meat again, I'm going to have to pass. I have standards." You don't even bother to look up from where you're sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"How disappointing." The voice is young, male, and edged with something that sounds like amusement. "And here I thought you'd eat anything, considering your... situation." Then you look up.
The man is tall, with dark hair and even darker eyes, beautiful in the most dangerous sort of way. A long black coat rests around his shoulders, bandages wrapped around his neck and arms, almost like a porcelain doll someone has already cracked and glued back together. He can't be much older than eighteen or nineteen, even though his face and authoritative posture make him seem older, like whenever he walks into a room, it belongs to him. You know exactly who it is.
Dazai Osamu. Port Mafia Executive, the youngest in their history. Known for his strategic brilliance, his ability to nullify other abilities on contact, and, most interestingly, his creative approach to interrogation.
"Well, hello, handsome. They finally sent someone worth looking at." You flash him your brightest smile.
"You're awfully cheerful for someone in your position." His voice is still smooth and oh so enticing. "The begging for mercy usually starts much earlier."
"Disappointed?" You counter, voice just as amused, unfolding yourself from the floor in one fluid motion. The chains on your wrists clink softly.
"On the contrary." His voice drops even lower, something flickering in his expression.
He approaches your cell with a calm, confident manner, footsteps echoing through the almost empty room, only stopping when he reaches the gate, resting his hands on the bars. You take a step closer, testing the length of your restraints, your stance far too relaxed for a prisoner.
"So what's the deal, pretty boy? You here to torture me? Threaten me? Make me spill all my deep, dark secrets?" You tease confidently, a smile still present on your face.
"Would any of that work?"
"Probably not." You answer truthfully. "But you could always try." Your voice is sweet, your eyes flickering with interest.
The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but close.
"You infiltrated the Port Mafia under the alias 'Akari Matsumoto,' posed as a secretary in our intelligence division for seven months, and successfully transmitted classified information to the Takagi-gumi for approximately six of those months before we caught you." He declares.
You simply shrug with your chained hands. "In my defense, your security was terrible. I mean, really. A secretary with access to executive meeting notes? That's just asking for trouble."
"We've since revised our protocols." He says dryly.
"Happy to be of service. You're welcome."
He slowly opens the gate and steps inside the cell, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You watch him carefully. You're chained, and you could still try to kill him if you wanted to, but why ruin the fun?
He closes the gate behind him and starts to circle you slowly. You turn with him, keeping eye contact. There's something predatory in the way he moves, and that just makes you even more interested.
"The Takagi-gumi claims they don't know who you are," Dazai continues in a conversational tone. "They received information from an anonymous source, paid into a dummy account, untraceable. Which means either they're lying, which is unlikely, we were very thorough, or you were playing both sides."
"Maybe I just like chaos." You suggest, grinning. "Ever think of that?"
"Constantly." He stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can see the subtle patterns in his irises, the way his bandages are slightly frayed at the edges. "Your ability allows you to create illusions, very useful for infiltration. Less useful now that you're in a cell specifically designed to suppress ability users."
"You did your research." You lean your body slowly in his direction. "Gold star for you." You breathe.
"The question..." He continues, ignoring your commentary. "Is why you did it. Money? Revenge?" He leans in slightly, voice lowering. "Boredom?"
You're fully in his personal space by now, but he doesn't seem bothered at all.
"What if you're right?"
He breathes slowly, inclining his head to the side in interest.
"Then I'd say we have something in common."
The air between you feels charged and dangerous, and where most people would've stepped back, you both seem to gravitate toward it even more.
"You're supposed to torture me." You point out, not moving back. "Make me scream, break me down, all that fun stuff. Isn't that your whole thing?" Your voice is almost a whisper now, but it still has that edge that intrigues him more and more.
"It could be." He acknowledges. "But you're much more interesting like this. All that pain would just make you boring." His eyes search yours. "You'd probably just laugh anyway."
"Oh, I like you." You breathe, delighted.
"How unfortunate." He murmurs, but he's almost smiling now. "I was hoping you'd have some self-preservation instincts."
"Self-preservation is for people who want to live forever." You answer without missing a beat.
After a few seconds, he straightens up, putting a professional distance between you again.
"Here's what's going to happen." He declares, his tone turning serious. "You're going to tell me everything you know about the information you leaked, who else you've been in contact with, and what your endgame was."
You watch him open the gate with calm precision, stepping out and closing it again.
"And if I don't?"
"Then we'll keep having these conversations until you do." He heads toward the door, then pauses, looking back over his shoulder. "Fair warning, I'm very patient. And I'm starting to find you entertaining, which means I have no incentive to speed this process along."
You laugh, bright and genuine.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" You say, and he actually smiles at that, although you can't tell how real it is. "I haven't decided if I like you enough to talk yet. Gotta keep the mystery alive, you know? Relationships are built on tension."
"We don't have a relationship." He points out.
"Not with that attitude, we don't."
For a moment, Dazai just looks at you, this insane, chained infiltrator who's flirting with her captor like it's a game. And maybe it is.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asks, and there's something almost playful in his tone.
"Looking forward to it."
The door closes behind him, and you're alone again with the rust and the flickering light. But now you're smiling, really smiling, because this just got interesting.
