Most of my stuff will probably be x reader, very fun yes yes.(probably just fluffy stuffs or headcanons đ€·ââïž)
Fandoms i usually write for vary but will probably usually be Bungo Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer(kny)đđ
Pls send me ideas if you want lmao, my brain is hollow and very seldomly comes up with silly(EMPHASTASIS ON SILLY) things to write about so if you havethemđđhmu
Uhhnnn i dont think anyone really cares but i think its important:
Hii, just wrote a new chapter for skinfetti, its just a bit longer than chapter one with some rlly buns dialogue but i hope the imagery captures enough for it to be comprehensible(unlike aheuheuhaham heads or tails *cough* *cough*
(Again please read tags, this is horror, althoughat the moment this chapter isnt very descriptive w it yet)
Skinfetti(Dazai x reader) (675 words) by Ibuprofen_Z0
Hi all đž ! I finally defeated my long long writers block, especially i think i can say im healed from former ai addiction đ«Ș and just learned about this emoji so hehehheahhahađ«Șđ«Șđ«Șđ«Ș
anyways, I recently felt like writing horror, so if anyoneâs interested in a Dazai central x reader horror fic ill be updating it on Ao3 it wont end up like heads or tails(i hope đđ) I have a full fledged story in my head at the moment
Please read tags this may be pretty intense horrorwise if im good at writing horror anyways
Skinfetti(Dazai x reader) (255 words) by Ibuprofen_Z0
Right now i just have the introduction but Iâll post every finished chapter heređ€đ€
Youâd lost track of how many times the train had jumped under you, but the flecks of tea leaping out from your thermos onto your shirt sure didnât. Still, it was hard to focus on the tedious splashing when the sun was so bright outside, and the sky such a striking azure, or how colorful fragments of light slipped through the windows and danced over your seats.
And most notably, the man in front of you. Though only about an hour into the train ride, Jouno had already gone silent, arms folded over one another, bangs slightly hiding his eyes with his head tilted slightly forwards, and besides him his coat had been neatly tucked away.
You could never tell if he was really asleep. Since he never had a reason to open his eyes, you often wondered if there were times where he really had just fallen asleep, and no one noticed. Especially uncharacteristic for someone like Jouno, but still it crossed your mind sometimes whether his lack of light input made him sleepy.
Your eyes flicked down to look at your watchâ Ouh, tea splattered on the encasing⊠Typically, there would be a few napkins or tissues you had swiped from various quick food joints, though it was clear at the moment they had vanished along the way to the train stop, and you most certainly didnât want to stain your shirt more than it had beenâŠ
On the contrary, you knew Jouno more than likely had at least one napkin in his bag. Of course, you would decide he wouldnât mind you taking one. Surely there were plenty along the way anyhow.
Like tip-toeing through a minefield you leaned forwards, stretching your arms out to reach for the bag in front of you. Despite trying to be as silent as possible, the trains seat groaned beneath you, squeaking as if it were trying to give away your little scheme.
The bag only seemed to inch farther and farther away as you reached, leaning further, and further, until a hand gently set down over your knuckles.
âWhat exactly are you doing?â Jouno asked, folding one leg over the other.
You stayed silent for just a moment, thinking up some sort of unnecessary excuse for the situation,Â
âStretching.â You answered, cautiously pulling your hand back, but but before you could, he had caught your wrist lightly, lifting it slightly.
âRight.âÂ
âIf you need a napkin,â Jouno smirked, his hand sliding over to the opening of his bag, and pressing it shut,
âMaybe you shouldnât be so clumsy with your drink.â
You pulled your lower lip forwards into a pout, faintly disappointed by his snarky response.
âHow unhelpful.â You mumble, sitting back into your seat with your arms folded over one another.
Jouno shrugged, the same leer plastered on his face. If only you could strangle him.
About a minute or so later, something had fluttered down from above, square, white and thin, plopping into your lap with a slight brush.
As your head lifted to look up at Jouno, he had already returned to his previous slack posture. Warmth crept into the small smile you wore, the same tone as the setting sun behind youâŠ
that is, until you had met your destination, poking at his unmoving figure with slight irritation.Â
The problem arrived in a plastic bag; seemingly innocent in its small packaging.
As of late, it was almost impossible to ignore how your poor toothbrushâs bristles flared out every which way. Some were bent, some were missing entirely. It was meaningless to say you had a bit of an issue when it came to how hard you brush your teeth with that thing.
Of course, it would be no surprise that Kunikida wouldnât miss it either. How could he?
That night, when you would reach for your ugly little toothbrush, you would find it was nowhere to be seen in the mug it was usually tossed into.
âThis is your new toothbrush.â Kunikida said firmly, as he stepped in behind you. The new toothbrush was a brand in his fist, lowered into your hands before he (very simply) left the bathroom.
New toothbrush.
It wasnât a big deal, at first. Kunikida wasnât the only one who thought it wasnât the best thing to keep using a pretty much wrecked toothbrush. This one however might also be a problem.
The nozzle of the toothpaste scraped against the bristles like a block of dry cement. Weird, but you didnât pay mind to it as it was a new toothbrush after all, until you started to scratch up your teeth with it. Every swipe of the toothbrush felt like a grater against your gums, ripping up the soft tissue within seconds.
It didnât take long for you to remove the evil little dental instrument from your mouth, and toss it right into the mug.Â
Ouch. Even flossing didnât wreck your gums the way that stupid toothbrush did. You thought, poking and prodding around your mouth at the new sore tears.
After inspecting your teeth, you threw yourself onto the bed, face first into the cool sheets. From beside you, the gentle scratching of pen and paper reached your ears. How could Kunikida simply write as usual while your mouth was sore because of this new toothbrush? You were perfectly fine using the one before.
You pushed yourself up onto the bed, settling under the covers besides him.Â
Setting down the notebook, kunikidaâs eyes wandered over to you, giving a raised eyebrow at the finger youâd shoved under your lip.
âIs there something stuck in your teeth?â He asked.Â
âNo.. just.. my toothbrushâŠâ
âYour toothbrushâŠ?â
âYeah, my toothbrush.â You pulled your finger from your mouth, now cold and a little wet. A small patch of red filled the small crevices of your fingertip.
âWhere did you get it, the hardware store?â You asked sarcastically, presenting your evidence-stained finger.
Kunikida blinked, arms crossed,
âPossibly.â He said, a rare hint of humor in his delivery, âMaybe a hardware store toothbrush will teach you not to brush your teeth so violently.âÂ
A frown crossed your face as you heard his own sarcastic remark, and you sunk into the bed defeatedly, rolling onto your side.
The lamp-string clicked, turning the room dark.
âMaybe.â
A few seconds passed, and you rolled onto your other side to face kunikida, who laid flat on his back, and smiled faintly.
