#TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME

[yonemurishiroku]

People keep joking about the You’re not my type so

Petition for a black-haired Will Solace, who would then make every in-show Solangelo fanarts look like Percico.

[ravencincaide]

You have a collect call from–

Summary:  Just because you’re still single doesn't mean you were waiting for him to come crawling back to you.You were moving on at your own pace- or so you told yourself. OR the time you made Dazai sweat a little.

Pairing: Fem reader x Osamu Dazai

Inspired by sweetober prompt 28: Calling  

Warnings: Cursing, lying, a little toxic, a little manipulative. It's BSD come on.

You have a collect call from Dazai an inmate at Mersault correctional facility. If you wish to accept the charges and proceed with the call, press 1. Otherwise–You hung up before the automated voice could finish the standard message and placed the stationary phone slowly back into its place atop the heavy, dark wooden desk inside your office. Your hand lingered atop the device for a few moments- just ready to rip it up to your ear if the bastard tried to get ahold of you again with a typical, back to back, call. 

Surprisingly, none came.  

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you pulled your hand back to your body, and dropped it heavily into your lap. Then you leaned further against the fine leathery back of your office chair. A somewhat comforting motion that put some distance between you and the thing that dared disturb your peace. As if by habit your eyes shifted to the clock which ticked away time at the opposite side of the desk. Right beside a face-down picture frame. The cursed thing showed a few minutes shy of midnight. Too early to go home in a feeble attempt to get some rest before the start of another working day; too late to go to the local bar for something stronger than a cider. 

A pity. 

Then again you were going to participate in a workshop the following day, and reeking alcohol while sitting next to the highest bosses of the organization seemed like an amateur move. As much as you wanted to take a drink; sober was your only option. 

It was for the best, you persuaded yourself for the uptenth time as you rested your head on the palm of your hand. You did not want to give Dazai the satisfaction of knowing he still had such a profound effect on you. Did not want to make him believe that just hearing his pre-recorded voice was enough to unsettle you - to make you a whirlwind of complicated emotion that only the sip of booze could dull. 

He was an ex; a part of your past. An unsatisfying, unconcluded but still a part of the past. As if on cue the phone rang again. You declined it after a second.Yet  you barely managed to pull it from your ear before the next call came. You declined that one, but then the next one rang and then the next:

You have a– 

You have a collect call– 

You have a collect call from Hello Belladonna~

With each call, each automated tone or a breath of his voice you could feel your emotions growing more messy, more intertwined. Then spiraling into a ball of burning humiliated rage. How fucking hard was it for him to take a ‘no’ for an answer? Did you seriously need to spell it out for him. Another call, another purr of his smooth voice and you finally pressed 1. A low beeping echoed in the phone then a rustling sound as your call was redirected and connected to Mersault. 

“ What the fuck do you want?!” you snapped in half a yell the second you heard his intake of breath on the other side. 

“ Aww my belladonna is angry at me, what a sad situation” Dazai’s voice sounded genuinely sad; a puppy dog whine that didn’t let you get a word in. “ Each phone call is so expensive and my Donna does not even want to pick them up. Imagine the hassle of calling your house, your phone and your cell only to find out you’re still in the office. Ahh my bella you're so cruel, I try so hard and I’m greeted with such a hateful tone. Truly– “ 

“ Cut the act Dazai” you finally gathered enough frustration to not be swept up in his skillfully crafted web of lies. Still even you could tell that your tone was not as sharp as it was before- the anger a fraction of what it was from the first dial earlier that night. 

“ My my there’s no need to be rude belladonna  I was just being polite; not easy being single in your line of work” the way he addressed you now was the more familiar tone, the playful casual smile that made it all too obvious that he thought he had you where he wanted you to. That he was certain in your infatuation with him which would have kept you waiting for his return like an obedient puppy. Clearly he didn’t expect for his puppy to grow claws. 

“ What makes you think I’m single?” you raised an eyebrow, a hint of genuine surprise sipping into your tone of voice. 

Your question made Dazai laugh; “ Come now, no one would spend a night in their office if they had a lover to come home to. Stop acting coy and just come back to me.” He sounded almost bored with his statement. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and yet you could hear the tiniest hint of uncertainty.  Combined with the fact that he was calling you; the questions he asked and words he spoke instead of simply turning up on your doorstep told you he wasn’t as certain in his statements as he made himself out to be. Wasn’t as confident that nothing changed in his absence as tried to make out. Perhaps he was even letting you see this thing- this weakness in exchange for an honest conversation- or maybe he was too tired and desperate to hide all his sides from you in a carefully crafted mask that was Dazai. Too bad you were not in the mood for his games. 

“ Don’t bother coming to my place, Osamu. It’s not your home anymore” you answered before hanging up the phone. Then you turned it off, not giving him the satisfaction to play with you. Nor the closure- or the ability to nag and manipulate your mind from an unknown distance away. If he wanted to talk to you, to persuade or trick you, he would have to do so in person. To get his scrawny little ass out of Mersault - which you both knew he was more than capable of achieving- and then grace you with his presence. 

Now all that was left was to wait; either you had just ruined any chances of rekindling your half-a-year-on-hold relationship with Dazai, or you had just intrigued and hurt him enough to make him crave you all the more, like the forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach of his lips. 

And only time would tell which one.  

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[kneelbeforezod]

You best stop being so intoxicating from a distance, before I mail you one of my hoodies with my scent upon it.

[distantwave]

[asexualbookbird]

while im here can we not shame people for not knowing things canwe not go "what do you mean you didnt know this its obvious" because its NOT obvious to everyone!

discovered one of the problems ive been having with my machine is threading the needle, and i discovered through a reddit post that an easy fix might be threading with the presser foot raised and my mom said "yeah duh everyone knows that why didnt you know that" and first of all *screams*

second of all, my brother sewing machine doesnt care. its never been an issue. raised, lowered, it'll thread that needle. so it didnt occur to me that it COULD be a problem! THIRD OF ALL. THE MACHINES HANDBOOK. SPECIFICALLY SAYS. THREAD NEEDLE WITH PRESSURE FOOT LOWERED. SO LIKE. *SCREAMS LOUDER*

anyway after like 12 hours everythings goingsmoothly now lol dont be mean to people just share your knowledge without being condescending.

[erodingsinner]

[missingpucks]

from here

[candy-for-the-win]

Have you ever had the moon as a date then the sky falls apart?

“no..but I would like to fly my cat to the store to play chess with a chair”

[mqstermindswift]

I'm doing so much for her and our friendship and she's js leaving me on fucking read

[sparksinthenight]

Y’all know what? We should make an anti-Hamilton musical that is about all the slaves that the Founding Fathers had.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Someone stole my box of mushrooms from the fridge and my bus isn't coming.

I wanna murder someone.

My mushrooms :(

[jake26786]

Dear Harmione haters, don’t fucking rant about your dislike of the ship in the tag if you are too dumb to not put a damn ANTI in front of it first. Nobody has time for your ‘canon’ bullshit.

[aaabatteryy]

[kateandanthonyaremyparents]

Two Can Play This Game:

Anthony is making it impossible for Kate to keep her eyes on the game. Her husband keeps distracting her. Kate is tempted to give in, she *needs* Anthony right then and there. How long will they play before one of them snaps?

Or

What happens after after the epilogue

[coppertophomegurl]

Spending a week with my in-laws and then going to my brother's wedding the following week so anytime I get asked when we're having kids I've decided to respond with

"Dear God no, never. I'm WAY to pretty to have kids"

Because I am fucking tired of always having this conversation and I'm kinda in the mood to start shit 🤷‍♀️

[diariesofabrattysubmissive]

Well well

It would seem my "tamer" has decided to play a dangerous game by saying I'm a wanna be. Ha jokes on him because I called him out as a wanna be tamer on reddit. 😌 I will happily await the consequences of my own actions

Me waiting for well deserved punishment: