I'm gonna try to get into my school's journalism organization tomorrow! Wish me luckkk cuz all I've ever been writing has been fics for a good amount of time 💔💔
ahhhhhhhh, I loved the texts you'll never read so so so so much and then went to your blog n saw you were my age!! not only are you really good at writing n have a cute blog theme, but I feel less anxious about posting fanfic stuff now :p 🌷
hiiii! tysm for sharing this and for the kind words 🩷 im glad people are liking my recent post sm! also I'm very happy that I could help you with feeling less anxious about posting :3, don't be afraid to reach out! I'd love to read your fanfics dear anon 🫶
I'm gonna try to get into my school's journalism organization tomorrow! Wish me luckkk cuz all I've ever been writing has been fics for a good amount of time 💔💔
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa as your boyfriend .ᐟ.ᐟ `` ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ
— art credits go to their rightful owners .ᐟ
⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read...
pairing(s) : PM!Ranpo Edogawa x executive gn!reader
work type: headcanons
a/n: ignore if there are any grammatical errors gulp.. this is not proofread TT also, this will obviously be kinda ooc hehe... I still tried to incorporate ranpo's canon personality even in an alternate universe tho!!(♯ihopeididagoodjob)
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho's often in your office more than his own. if someone looks for him and he's not found in his office, they'd know exactly where to check next. it's turned into a habit by now.
it's actually quite hilarious, actually. a subordinate would knock on your door asking for Executive Edogawa and the man is sprawled on your couch with his coat covering his face, his unfinished snacks on the coffee table next to him.
“give him a moment”, you'd say, still skimming through paperwork without looking up. ranpo would eventually wake up and very irritably address the subordinate whose come to ruin his beauty sleep.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho knows how your mission went without you even having to tell him. you didn't NEED to tell him anyways, he already knew before you even walked stepped foot into headquarters.
you'd walk into his office with a smile and he'd immediately deadpan you with, “you got shot on your left shoulder and you're refusing to get it checked. are you trying to bleed on my couch or something?”
you have to pause for a second, have to mentally remind yourself that this was RANPO EDOGAWA. of course, what were you even thinking? trying to hide these kinds of things from him was pointless.
he immediately drags you to the infirmary after or he just slides a first aid kit over to you and instructs, no, ORDERS you to get the wound dressed(lovingly). he will be watching the entire time.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho absolutely REFUSES to join combat missions unless absolutely necessary. it simply was not his thing at all. he'd rather sit back and deduct missions from his office with an open bag of candy.
but if Mori were to personally order him to go into the field due to certain circumstances, the only person he'd willingly stand beside during the whole mission is you. not because he needs your protection, God no. it's because aside from Mori, you were the only other person who knew how to translate his impossible deductions into immediate action without questioning him.
you never ask "why" when he suddenly tells you to shoot the third floor's 5th window to the left instead of immediately going for the sniper on the roof, or whenever he suddenly orders a change of route in the middle of a mission.
you trusted him and his brain more than anyone.
݁⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦hose greatest act of love isn't grand declarations or dramatic promises, It's trust. in a world where he sees through every lie, every motive, every hidden agenda, you become one of the very few people whose words he accepts without needing to analyze them first.
if you tell him “I'll come back”, then you'll come back. not because his deductions guarantee it—but because, for once, he chooses to trust your promise over his own endless calculations.
coming from the man who can see through literally everything and everyone, there is no greater proof that you've become home to him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho doesn't—NEVER—tries to comfort you with empty words. cause every word he says is never empty. it was always simply just the truth. and who was to ever question Ranpo Edogawa.
everytime you wake up from a nightmare, breathing unevenly, shoulders shaking, he'd just roll over and wrap a lazy yet grounding arm around you.
“..go back to sleep, you know none of it was your fault. I've told you this 67 times now”, he'd mumble into his pillow before turning his head and opening his eyes to look at you.
“it wasn't your fault, none of it was”. simple words, but it was enough to ground you and get you back up on your feet.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho has absolutely no shame when it comes to using his executive privileges for ridiculous reasons. he knows damn well he can do anything, cause the mafia needs their greatest strategist to be satisfied at all times to ensure 100% success rate.
“...ranpo, why is there an invoice for 15 boxes of imported candy?”
“Mori approved it ^^”
you're not even surprised cause of fucking course he did😭😭😭😭
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho refuses to let you accompany him on any missions that he'd been specifically assigned to. alone.
it's not that he doubted your capabilities or combat abilities, no of course not. never. but because he knew exactly how dangerous a mission could get whenever Mori sends him on a one-man. an unpredictable mission that can even push an executive down a peg or two.
sometimes you argued with him over it. but he'd never budge. he just silently and patiently listens to you and let's you finish before saying:
“If you're beside me, I'll spend more time calculating how to keep you alive than solving the case”. you'd stare at each other and he'd look away first, surprisingly.
“...it's inefficient”. he's not trying to downplay your feelings, that's just his silent way of telling you he didn't want to think of any scenario where he's forced to choose between you and an objective.
PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho notices whenever you're having a hard time with yourself after work, be it mentally or physically.
work in the mafia was gruesome, everyone knew that. and surprisingly, it sometimes even takes a heavy toll on executives.
whenever these rare moments occur, ranpo always makes sure he's near you or is constantly in your space. if you're both in your office, ranpo would scoot a little closer to you while you're doing paperwork. during executive meetings, he would make sure he's always seated across from you or next to you. he's a silent, grounding presence.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho treats your presence like a guaranteed constant, and your attention like something he can demand without ever saying please.
he'd lean into your side during important conversations with other executives, unbothered by the fact that you're talking about infiltrating another organization's base and eliminating all of them.
“is it really necessary for Ranpo-san to be listening to us like this?”, an executive would ask while staring at a very distracted ranpo. (is reading a detective novel probably)
“he wouldn't listen if I told him to go away anyways, just ignore him. now where were we—”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PM!Ranpo Edogawa ノノ 𝓦ho, despite everything, has moments of startling vulnerability that only you are allowed to witness. these moments are rare and unplanned. you never know when they could happen, but you're always prepared.
after long days, when even his mind feels heavy, he will lean against you without any commentary. no teasing, no whining, no playfulness. just silence.
and you've learned to stay absolutely still whenever he needed you during these times.
In these moments, he's not the Mafia's "greatest strategist"—he's just a boy whose brain never stops, finally choosing one place to rest even if its only for a short while.
and he trusts you not to move.
a/n: there wasnt enough ranpo works here so I decided to write PM!ranpo for my own guilty pleasure. please take note that this is my own version of PM!ranpo and he probably wasn't accurate to your own interpretations of him (≧∇≦)/
.ᐟ.ᐟ : established relationship , fluff , humor , mutual crushing (very subtle, not very noticeable ngl) , Dazai is really REALLY bad with feelings , female!reader , physician!reader , pm!reader , reader's kind of a tsundere(?) , might be a bit ooc , young mafia executive Dazai x mafia's personal physician Reader.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ based on this request here !!
a/n : I absolutely LOVED making this request so much, it truly warmed my heart while writing this they're so aughhh😭😭 I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get to u anonnie, please forgive me just this once😞🩷 I made this EXTRA long as an apology hehehe
𝓣 he first time Dazai Osamu found out you liked astronomy, he thought it was stupid.
It was yet another normal day in the Port Mafia's old clinic—the little physician ran around the clinic doing her weekly inventory and organization, while the little prince of the port mafia watched her work from his comfortable seat on the medical bed.
Dazai tracked your movements as you scurried around the small clinic, idly swinging his legs. his curious, dark eyes managed to always make you feel a little bit uneasy. he hadn't even come in injured or anything that day, he was just… there.
somewhere along the way, he had randomly developed a habit of visiting the clinic more often—even when he had openly complained that he dreaded the place a lot compared to anywhere else in headquarters.
whenever you asked him about it, he always just shrugged and gave you a half-assed answer that went along the lines of: "just making sure you're doing your job, doc", whatever that meant. you couldn't be bothered to think about it too much, honestly. he was far too unpredictable for you to figure out.
after a while of just watching you walk around the clinic organizing the equipment and whatnot, Dazai finally slid off the medical bed, stretching his arms and legs as he stood straight and scanned the room with a bored sigh. you silently cheered to yourself, hoping he would finally leave out of sheer boredom. It was hard to work properly when someone was watching you so intensely— especially when that someone was the mafia's demon prodigy.
you swore you looked away from him for only a split second. but the moment you turned around again, he was already hovering near your personal work desk, humming as he picked up a book you had been reading during your rare free moments.
“astronomy? I didn't know you read this type of stuff”, he hummed in curiosity, turning the book around to skim the synopsis on the back. before he could even open the first page of the book, you were already by his side, snatching it right out of his hold.
“that's none of your business”, you huffed, hugging the book defensively against your chest as you turned to walk towards the bookshelves. he blinked at you in utter bafflement, his hands frozen in mid-air where he had just been holding the book.
“how rude. I just wanted to take a look”, he called out after you dramatically.
he watched your back and huffed a little under his breath when you didn't take the bait. “the stars are millions of light-years away, it's not like you could ever reach or touch them”, he said flatly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he watched you carefully tuck the old, worn out astronomy book securely onto the shelf.
“you're telling me that as if I didn't already know”, you shot back at him, your hands busying themselves with arranging the surrounding books to hide the slight tremor in your fingers.
“then I don't understand the curiosity you have for such things”, he countered. he walked forward until he was standing right next to you, staring at the few other astronomy books that had blended into the shelf full of heavy medical books.
your fingers paused on the spine of a book. slowly, you pulled it out and started flipping through the pages, stopping on a particularly eye-catching illustration of a constellation. for a second, your defensive posture melted and your eyes softened just a tad bit. “because they're beautiful”
Dazai stopped scanning the bookshelf, turning his head to look at you instead. he stared at you for a long moment, noticing how your eyes had softened more than he's ever seen before. after a few more seconds, he finally looked away with a quiet, dismissive huff.
“…that's a boring answer”
—
this week had been absolute hell on earth for you. you were exhausted to say the least. a particularly large turf war had been happening all week and your clinic was flooded almost every single day with wounded men. It was nothing out of the ordinary for you, really, turf wars were normal and so was having to treat a couple dozen injured men. but whenever it did get like this, you could barely even get any rest for yourself. despite that though, you still forced yourself to keep an orderly workspace.
the clinic was empty and eerily silent by now, save for the sound of your pen scratching against a medical chart you were filling in. at this hour, you had already finished up with treating and healing for the day, with only a few more paperwork to finish up before you could try to rest for a bit.
a sudden rhythmic tapping could be heard from the small glass window of the door, jolting you awake from your exhausted daze as your grip around the pen you had been holding tightened out of pure self defense instincts.
“relax, doc”, Dazai hummed as he pushed the door open and invited himself in. the nerve of this guy, really. “geez, you look like a corpse”, he snickered and walked towards your desk.
you consciously rubbed your eyes, as if that would help get rid of the dark circles under your eyes faster. “I'm busy”, you grumbled and whirled your chair around to continue doing your paperwork. “unless you're dying or bleeding on my floor, get out”
“always so harsh to your favorite patient”, he sighed, leaning his hip against your desk.
you rolled your eyes and averted your attention back to your work. just as you were about to get back to work, your blinking clock suddenly caught your attention from the corner of your eyes. It read 11:45 P.M.
your tired eyes suddenly widened as it dawned upon you what date it was today. according to the newspaper and journals you had managed to smuggle in, there was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight believed to be at exactly 12:00 A.M.
you looked from the clock to Dazai, second guessing yourself before you finally let out a little huff. it wasn't a bad thing to be selfish just this once, right?
you suddenly sprung up from your chair and grabbed your discarded coat, turning towards Dazai who was blinking at you, completely caught off guard by the sudden boost in energy.
“if you're going to bother me anyway, you might as well come with me”, you declared, not giving him a moment to register your words as you grabbed him by his sleeve and started marching towards the back fire exit.
“now wait a minute, doc. where exactly are we going?? this is basically kidnapping! do you know how bad it's going to be for you if word travels that the psychiatrist had kidnapped an executive?”, you ignored his nonsense and opened the fire exit, dragging him out with you with a sudden boost of bravery. you'd slap yourself later for acting like this towards an executive—said executive being Dazai nonetheless.
“at least tell me where we're going”, he sighed, not really trying to set himself free from your hold despite the dismissive tone.
“up”, you finally replied shortly. “there's a meteor shower tonight. since you love complaining about how unreachable the stars are, you might as well watch them fall”
there was actually another reason you had dragged Dazai with you. the headquarters' rooftop was strictly forbidden for anyone, even for high ranked members and executives. but you knew well enough that Dazai knew his way around more than anyone else in the mafia. he knew all the blind spots, all the bypassed codes, and that was exactly what you needed.
“eh? we're gonna stand in the cold just to watch some rocks burn up? sounds incredibly tedious. I'd rather not”, he said dismissively, yet still trailed along behind you.
“well, too bad. you're coming”, you huffed. you were mentally scolding yourself for talking like that to him. geez, if they didn't need your skill, you would've probably bit the curb by now.
though he kept up a theatrical whine, Dazai didn't actually resist the hold you had on his sleeve. in fact, he easily took the lead when you reached the elevators and the rest of the way up towards the rooftop was smooth sailing.
after punching in the code, Dazai pushes open the heavy metal doors to the rooftop with ease, the cold night air hitting the both of you immediately. you stared at the sky in awe for a moment. the Port Mafia's headquarters was tall, so tall that you felt like you could almost touch the stars at this height.
you made your way towards the edge of the concrete barrier, gripping onto the metal railings as you stared at the sky. Dazai lazily trailed behind you, stopping a few meters away from you as he also tilted his chin up to look at the sky.
“this is boring”, he complained, watching the stars blink in the sky with an almost deadpan expression. truthfully, he had no interest in stargazing at all, let alone astronomy in all it's ridiculousness.
before you could shoot an answer back to him, as if on cue, a brilliant streak of silver light cut across the dark expanse. followed by another, then another. and then dozens more.
your eyes lit up with childish glee as you watched the meteor shower with a triumphant smile. “not so boring now, is it?”, you exclaimed, turning around to look at him. he watched the streaks of silver light fall, shrugging his shoulders as he moved to stand beside you.
“I'm not interested”, he answered, putting up an act of yawning in boredom.
you clicked your tongue and turned your attention back to the sky. “you don't get it!”, you huffed, focusing your attention solely on the meteor shower now.
Dazai rocked back and forth against the balls of his feet in a fidgety boredom. he opened his mouth and turned his head to you to shoot another comment but stopped himself mid-way before he could even say anything.
he stared at you, really stared at you. because for once, he's seeing a side of you he's never seen outside of the all-knowing and mature physician facade.
working for the mafia at such a young age meant that people forgot the children who worked with the mafia were all just—well… children. children who were taught to harden their hearts and to act far too mature for their age.
for the first time, Dazai is seeing a childishness from you that he's never even thought you'd have. something that seemed entirely too pure for someone working in a hell hole like the Port Mafia. how curious, really.
the way the stars reflected in your eyes made them look less dull, made them look so…full of life, for once. and if he was to be honest, he preferred that look on you more than the dull, lightless eyes he'd grown accustomed to.
“I don't particularly care about the sky”, he finally murmured after a while of being completely silent. his voice had dropped into something very quiet, heavy and intensely focused.
“..but, I guess the stars aren't that bad”
you turned your head towards him to scold him for being a killjoy, but your words caught in your throat almost immediately.
instead of looking at the meteors, or even the sky, Dazai was quietly staring at you—only you. another meteor streaked through the sky and you caught the reflection of said meteor through his eyes. it seemed like in that moment, his dark, almost hollowed eyes seem to shine. even if it was only for a split second.
you snapped your head around quickly, trying to calm the sudden rapid heartbeats in your chest. what exactly was that?
“you say that yet you're not even looking at the stars”, you coughed and cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks involuntarily heat up so suddenly.
Dazai blinked, as if snapping himself out of some type of trance before turning his head away from you to actually look at the sky this time. he hummed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.
“eh, they're still boring though”, he mumbled, not the slightest bit amused at the falling meteors.
I have an angsty req, if you’re cool with that. I think that trope of “texting your dead love even though you know they won’t respond” is so delightful and painful at the same time, and it could go real nice with bsd characters. For the characters, I only req Yosano and Kunikida, the others I leave up to you 💕
Take all the time you need making this, always put yourself first!
hiii! thanks for being so patient w me :)) it really makes me comfortable to do your requests! thank you sosos much! i hope you enjoy this smau, or have your day ruined by the angst, up to you! thats all, i hope you have a lovely rest of the day!
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, swearing, might be ooc, established relationships, character death, grief, mourning, loss of a loved one, one-sided conversation, heavy angst, no comfort ⋆˚࿔
them texting their deceased lover
ahh i'm so slumped! But I'm glad I'm able to at least post this amidst my responsibilities as a student :DD, it's like 2 am rn and I'm pushing through ok?? Exams are literally next week so this might be my last post for a longg while, so sorry :(( Anyways, enjoy this angst smau! Tell me if i've done them justice hihi. based on this req.
ahhh i just watched round 1 of zombie stage today, i'd say it's way more interesting than the original series, alien stage. maybe it's because of the zombie themes, but the plot easily had me wanting more so quickly!!
so sad that sua died immediately, she's like my favorite :((
:: morning routine with chuuya nakahara and executive!reader who spend time together from time to time.
pairing(s) : chuuya nakahara x female!user
cw : executive!reader, pm!reader, chuuya x fem!reader, timestamps, might be ooc(?), established relationship, soft intimacy, skin-to-skin contact mentioned, no suggestive just fluff and giggles, humor, fluff . (Idkhowtotagforthelifeofme)
a/n : I've been trying to get this done for a while now whew... I can finally start on my requests after this heh.. (requests open btw wink wink, send me requests cause I'm running out of ideas TT)
this one's for you baby @dearchuya
— 4:15 A.M.
[y/n] was currently peacefully wrapped up in blankets, hair sprawled across the silky pillows that framed her head like a halo. an absolute angel, some might say at first glance. in reality, it was quite the opposite actually.
soft, almost indistinguishable snores came from the man that laid beside her, passed out in complete exhaustion.
the poor short-tempered man had been busy all week with work piling up higher and higher by the day. they both had been. going on missions, doing the occasional paperwork all the mafia executives inevitably had to do at some point, leading men into dangerous battlefields and making sure Yokohama was protected from the shadows.
being able to lay their heads down and rest their eyes for even the shortest of moments was already considered a luxury during times like this.
unfortunately for them, their peace never seemed to usually last very long.
because duty always calls during the most inconvenient moments. very annoyingly. very persistently.
and duty sometimes—always—came in the form of a very painfully loud alarm clock that rang at the exact same time every single morning without fail, signaling the start of yet another very exhausting day.
'RIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG.'
“...shit”, the man cursed, burying his face into the crook of your neck even more in a futile attempt to block out the sound of the clock that screamed a high pitched, almost apocalyptic sound on the bedside table.
you shifted around in his hold as you began to stir awake, your brows knitting at the increasingly unbearable ringing sound that was piercing straight through your eardrums. a very restless, very unforgiving wake-up call.
“chuuya, turn that thing off.” you mumbled groggily, finally cracking one of your eyes open to glare at the ringing clock on the night stand.
If looks could kill, the poor alarm clock would've probably been disintegrated on the spot by now with how intensely you were staring at it, telepathically trying to get it to stop.
‘...RIIIIIIINGGGGGG’
“it'll shut up soon, go back to sleep [y/n]”
“chuuya.”
‘RIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'
“CHUUYA.”
the ringing finally stopped—with the cost of another alarm clock lost, crushed flat under the cruel weight of gravity. chuuya slowly attempted to rise up, cursing and grumbling some incomprehensible nonsense under his breath as he let his arms reluctantly slide out of their comfortable place wrapped around your body.
he sat up in bed, eyes still closed as he rubbed a tired hand down his face, letting out a long, dreadful sigh into his palm without even opening his eyes. the blanket that had been covering the both of you shimmied down his body, pooling around his bare waist. quite the sight really.
after a while of mentally trying to convince yourself 'today's going to be better', you followed suit, sitting up as you stretched your arms over your head. you slung your arms around his shoulders lazily from behind, shifting onto your knees as your body pressed against his back that slightly flexed at the skin-to-skin contact.
“it's time to wake up, mr executive”, you hummed beside his ear, blowing softly against the shell of his ear as you rest your chin on his shoulder. you watched the muscle in his neck twitch at the action, silently snickering to yourself.
“I can hear the calls already..”, chuuya groaned, leaning back into your embrace just the slightest bit.
you raised your chin off of his shoulder, turning your face towards him as you began to place multiple lingering kisses from the side of his neck up to his jaw, making him relax further into your arms with a soft, almost content sigh.
“trust me, I do too”
— 5:20 A.M.
“that's not very healthy”, you hummed over your shoulder towards chuuya as you moved around the kitchen to prepare your simple breakfast consisting of toast and half-cooked eggs.
chuuya, on the other hand, had gotten his hands on a bottle of red wine and was currently lazily swirling said liquid around in his glass. he sat atop one of the stools besides the kitchen island, watching your back in curiosity as you moved from one end of the kitchen to the other.
“well, never said it was”, he replied, taking another sip from his glass.
“chuuya, please remember your alcohol tolerance”, you sighed, pausing briefly. “...for everyone else's sake”
“oi! I know my limits, y'know!?”
you simply rolled your eyes at his reply. Indeed, he always sounded so sure of himself. whether that confidence was actually justified was a whole other story entirely.
— 6:07 A.M.
“you sure you can even drive?”, you snickered, getting into the passenger's seat as chuuya held the door open for you like the gentlemen he is.
“I can assure you, I'm still sober”, he grumbled a bit, not really appreciating the blatant teasing he was receiving, especially from you. you only hummed in response to his answer, not fully convinced that he wasn't the slightest bit tipsy.
— 6:48 A.M.
the drive to headquarters was surprisingly... silent. a comfortable type of silence, that is.
the city had only just begun to wake up, the early morning sunlight spilling lazily over Yokohama's buildings as chuuya drove through the nearly empty streets. one of his hands rested loosely on the steering wheel, while the other one held a cup of coffee they had gotten from the coffee shop that opened particularly early every day.
“is it really wise for you to drink coffee after drinking wine?”, you casually asked, masking the teasing tone with a light hum as you stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by before lazily turning your attention towards him.
“don't get smart on me”, he sighed, eyes focused on the road as he loosely spun the steering wheel with his palm.
The Port Mafia headquarters eventually came into view after a while, standing tall against the morning sky. another day in the mafia—another few dozen stacks of paperwork to get to, another mission waiting somewhere down the line.
none of you looked particularly excited for the most part, to say the least.
as chuuya pulled into the underground garage and parked his car, he reached over without a word and grabbed the other cup of coffee sitting untouched in the cup holder beside you, handing it over with a nudge.
“quit falling asleep during the executives meeting, else ane-san's gonna scold ya again”
you took it with a grin. “I thought this was for you to stay awake later. It was for me?”
“oh, don't start”
you chuckled at his exasperation, taking immense pride in being able to get under the skin of the Port Mafia's most short-tempered executive without losing a teeth or two.
“no promises though”, you hummed a reply to his earlier reminder, opening the car door as you got ready to step out.
“yeah”, he sighed, grabbing his coat from the back seat.
Hi...i..e.. not a good announcement, kinda nervous..
I'll get straight to the point. I have been SWAMPED with everything and anything regarding school.. I have afternoon classes so I don't get as much free time as I used to have therefore I don't have the time to be writing fics. Also I have lots of expectations so ( ；∀；)
Posts and new content will come slower than ever! I hope I can post at least once a week or in every two weeks whenever I can :c
I'm sorry to those who have sent a request in my inbox, and to those expecting new content from me! But I'm not quitting nor is this a total hiatus. I'm just saying that fic posts will come slower than usual! But rants post may come more frequently sorry
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, swearing, might be ooc, established relationships, poorly executed psychological horror, identity horror, doppelganger themes, implied character death ahem, uncanny behavior, suicide brought up at dazai's part, missing person themes, emotional distress, ambiguous ending ⋆˚࿔
After a strange photo and a sudden disappearance, you return as though nothing ever happened. Your partner wants desperately to believe you're still you.
I hate that there's only so much I can fit in smau's????!?!?! i made this so long i could only do 3 characters ahhh. i want to make this a full on fic so much because it reminds me of ‘The Summer Hikaru Died’ and i fucking love that anime omgggg. i did the best i could with the horror aspect BUT AGAIN THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO WITH SMAU'S!! i'm not really all that satisfied with the horror themes and i honestly think i made them poorly done, so please tell me what you guys think :T
Based on this req
Hello! Might I request a BSD smau with Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa and Ranpo where fem!reader sends them a creepy image (think like a gravestone at night or a dark canal) at like 3 am and proceeds not to respond at all for the next day and drops off the grid, then pops up again like the nothing happened. Buuut they know something is fishy.
My first time requesting; I have to say, I really like your work. I especially loved the "Who says I love you like farewell?", haha. Take care, and thank you!
hiii there anon! thanks so much for requesting such an intriguing idea! i had much fun with it. so sorry that this took sooo long! i've been going through literal hell with social interactions at school ughgh. i wasn't able to do ranpo's part i'm so sorry! trust i wanted to do his part SO MUCH but my schedule is getting tighter and tighter with school starting again.
i leaned more towards the horror and uncanny aspect of this req, i hope you don't mind! i really hope you enjoy this smau because its such a good concept and a breath of fresh air compared to my other smau's!
and i'm glad you enjoyed my other smau's! you can read it here :>
