#fic: akrasia

[bandaged-writer]

𝗔𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 [𝟬𝟯] ㅡ 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. mafia! dazai x executive! reader

genre. romance, mystery + smut

warnings. violence, murder, blood

words. 635

summary. had dazai drawn his gun earlier, he wouldn't be gazing upon your lifeless body.

note. have y'all seen dazai blindfolded like,,not even a guillotine can take away the head i'm about to give him

previous || next || masterlist || ao3

"I assume the one keeping watch outside is your subordinate," Dazai said as he entered the mansion of the killed executive with you by his side.

"Most correct," you responded. "He may not look like much, but he is of great assistance to ensure the success of our mission."

The living room was vast and certainly fitting for an executive. Pictures of his family decorated the space along with a carpet that was as red as the blood he lay in now. A fitting ending for someone who killed for a living, blackmailed and corrupted the economy of Yokohama.

Dazai was the first to approach the corpse in search of anything useful, but except for the lethal injuries and two bullets, everything seemed to be intact. No signs of breaking in, no signs of a fight. Thinking about it, Dazai couldn't recall anyone saying that a stranger entered or left the house.

As troublesome as it was, it excited him just as much.

“A fatal shot to the head and abdominal area. Rather than war, this is starting to look a lot like revenge.” A few photographs of another murdered executive were in his hands. Dazai skimmed through them, noticing that these two men were killed in the same way. One shot to the head, another one to the stomach.

This was calculated like a hunt and the Mafia still was the prey.

“Revenge, hm?,” you echoed his words. “I think I’ve got someone in mind, but..I can’t be too sure yet.” Picking up a freshly fired bullet, you stared at the piece of evidence until it was reflected in the abyss of your pupils.

Dazai looked at you with eyes that resembled the void. “Regardless.. Care to share your thoughts?”

You left the scene of crime as no insight was to be gained there. “A couple of years ago, a foreign organization settled down in Japan in search of someone worthy enough to wipe them all out," you explained as calmly as ever. "Mori ordered me to investigate the case and gave me a squad of my own. We managed to capture a good amount of members and I was to execute them.”

Although Dazai wasn't part of the squad assigned to you, he was certain that the Mafia would have taken severe hits if you hadn't handled the case. However, that was all he knew. “Let me take a guess. Someone managed to break free from your control?”

You nodded your head softly, sighing. “He got away and swore revenge. The organization is called—”

Two blasts sliced through the air and pierced the conversation. A dull thud followed. Your lifeless body dropped to Dazai’s feet. He whipped his head towards the source of the gunshots, but there was no one.

Had Dazai drawn his gun earlier, he wouldn't be gazing upon your lifeless body. Blood seeped from the center of your forehead, from your parted lips and your abdominal area. Eyes, still opened, stared at a shattered window up ahead. As he viewed your corpse, one question lingered in his mind.

If the sniper had managed to sneak up on the both of you without so much as a sound, then why did he kill only you and not Dazai when he was with you? According to your input, the motive of revenge seemed to be more and more plausible. So now that you lay dead at his feet, the organization should at least keep their feet still.

Regret was beyond a human such as himself. Dazai drew his phone from the pocket of his coat, wanting to call for reinforcements, to have someone examine your corpse. But no one ever picked up. All he heard was an eerie, never-ending beeping sound drumming into his ear.

"They're smart to jam the signal."

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[sirhamburrger]

𝐢: 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚 (𝐧.)

𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚 (𝐧.): 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐚𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 (𝐧.) [𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

word count: 1206 || next

keiji akaashi wants out, right now.

it’s not because he’s worried about having to talk to you without your liaison and mutual friend, hitoka yachi. in fact, you look equally as nervous, if not more, than he feels.

it’s not because your apartment is tidy. it’s not nearly as neat as his own, he thinks to himself, but well-organised and clean. photos of you with family and friends line the walls. you’ve also hung up many beautiful pieces of art; they’re gifts from college art major friends, you tell him. 

it’s because you’re pretty, almost unnervingly so. he wasn’t even expecting that this anonymous author would be female - you’d been going by a pen name online, so no one knew anything about you except your last name, l/n.

it's a nice last name, keiji decides.

your frame is swallowed up in the oversized hoodie you wear, and your grey sweatpants almost brush the floor with how long they are. you’re almost catlike in your gestures, padding across your own hardwood floors in fuzzy blue cloud slippers. keiji unwittingly finds himself drawn to your every movement, and the way the soft lighting of your dining area paints you in warm golden light.

“please, akaashi-san, take a seat.” you smile brightly at him, despite looking slightly wan and bleary-eyed. he does so, settling into your rather comfortable armchair with a small nod of gratitude. “can i fix you anything? coffee? tea?”

“water would be lovely, thank you,” keiji says, not wanting to impose. he watches on awkwardly as you move about the kitchenette gracefully, finally coming back to the sitting room with a glass in hand. your fingers brush against his as he receives it, and he tries valiantly - fights, even - to maintain his poker face.

“i don’t believe i’ve properly introduced myself,” he says in what he hopes is a pleasant tone. “i’m keiji akaashi from tekipaki publishing, and i used to work for udai tenma-sensei in the manga department. you know meteo attack? that barē manga?” you nod, and he continues on. “udai-sensei recently finished serialization, and the firm put me on this project with you. i’ve heard many good things about your writing, and i’m honored to be working with you.” he ends off with a deep bow, his head almost touching the coffee table.

then he hears you chuckle softly, and he thinks he might just die.

it’s a cute sound, just as cute as your other little mannerisms, but it also means he’s probably just done something stupid. he looks up, flushed with embarrassment.

“there’s no need to be so formal, akaashi-san,” you giggle. your hands are cupped around a mug of black coffee, and you’re positively radiant. “i'm l/n, y/n l/n, and i’ve heard many good things about you as well.”

“oh? like what?”

“you went to princeton to study lit, didn’t you? you must be a real genius, then.”

“one would argue that studying philosophy at stanford takes significantly more brainpower,” he replies.

you lean back in your seat. “only you would, akaashi-san. you’re waaaaaay too humble. then again, aren’t we all raised to be like that?”

“i suppose so,” he says uncertainly.

you make small talk for a little while longer, and he finds you remind him so much of udai-sensei with your quick, witty remarks and insightful thoughts. you tell him how you only met yachi when you came back to japan after college. you went to itachiyama institute, same as msby's kiyoomi sakusa, on an academic scholarship. you were in the classical guitar orchestra for the whole of high school, so keiji and you were basically fated to never run in the same circles.

after a short while, your conversation has come to a lull. keiji glances at the clock, then looks back to see you sipping your lukewarm coffee. “well,” he says casually, “shall we look at the manuscript now?”

you nod eagerly. “of course, let me pull it up for you right now.” you flip your laptop open, and as you wait for it to start up, you pat the seat beside you. keiji doesn't register your gesture at first, at first, and jolts when you call out his name. 

he stares at you, wide-eyed. 

“come on, i don't bite,” you remark dryly.

keiji abandons his water glass on his side of the table and walks around to the couch, completely flushed. the couch cushion dips down as he sits down beside you, his leg brushing against yours. you turn the screen towards him. “why don’t you have a read of the first few pages?”

he gladly accepts your invitation, pulling the laptop closer to him. you sit back as he scans over the first page, scrolling to the next one shortly after - he’s a relatively fast reader. page two. three. four. five. you watch quietly from the side, observing every microexpression that flashes across his face.

it’s good, keiji thinks. very, very good.

you’re good with your words, and he’s instantly hooked. he doesn’t stop reading until the words fall away midway on the page, and the bold words “chapter ii” stare at him from the top of the subsequent page. he’s surprised, since he doesn’t typically do well with fiction, but you’ve managed to immerse him completely in the world you’ve built. 

he looks back up to see you watching him intently, your expression nervous and excited. your lips are parted slightly, and the soft sheen of them makes him dizzy.

“so. do you like it?”

“it’s, well…” keiji is at a loss for words, though he understands so well the way your writing’s left him speechless. i hear she’s good, udai-sensei had said to keiji a few days back, when he’d just gotten the job. like, really good. they’re the kind of author a princeton grad like you should be editing for, intellectual but ultra-creative. at first keiji was skeptical of this mysterious online-published writer, but now he sees how true this statement is. 

he almost doesn’t catch you mouthing something in english under your breath. 

“lethologica,” you repeat louder upon seeing his confused expression. “derived from the greek morphemes ‘lēthē’ and ‘logos’.”

keiji racks his brain for their meaning.

“the inability to remember a particular word or name”, he says, going with his instinct.

“happens to the best of us.” you shrug your shoulders, relaxing slightly. “i’m gonna assume that means you like it,” you say hopefully.

“i see the references to some european languages; they’re very nice,” he remarks, not knowing what else to say. 

you visibly light up, happy that he’s managed to appreciate the linguistic features of the setting’s language. “it’s a modified creole of dutch, luxembourgish, and northern german dialects,” you say happily. “they may not be romance languages, but they sure are romantic in their own right.”

he reads the first page again. it’s well-structured and subtly ushers the readers into the small town setting. if the rest of your book is just as good as the first chapter, he absolutely can’t wait to sink his teeth into this project.

and you, y/n l/n, being the woman that you are, know just how to tongue-tie him in more ways than one.

[m.list]

author's notes:

i think keiji would just be completely enamored with y/n from the start (sorry if this is a little ooc) because my man is just so happy to have a fellow intellectual to banter with ykyk

meteo attack is the name of the manga tenma udai (the og little giant) is serializing in 2018 in hq canon. this fic is set about two years later than that, when udai's already finished the manga and keiji's ready to take on other editing projects

so he's about 25 in this fic, and reader is yachi's age (24)

likes, comments, follows and reblogs are greatly appreciated :) don't hesitate to correct any factual discrepancies or ask questions about this fic!

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[awriternamedart]

Ataraxia

☆ 3.7k words, Teen Rated, Fluff and Dates , Sampard

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"Cmooonnn, Gep! Im starving!" Of course he was. Gepard groaned, pressing the cold metal of his hand to his forehead. It allieviated a little bit of the stress headache. "Your poor old boyfriend is dying of starvation, and yet you ignore him to do paperwork."

"You are not dying of starvation. If you were hungry, why did you come here?"

"Cause I wanted to see ya."

Red flared in Gepard's cheeks- though unamusement remained stagnant on his face. Even if he was easy to blush, Sampo had quickly learned that he was absurdly hard to fluster or even catch off guard-! Seriously, he tried almost every trick he knew!

"And you've done so. Sampo, I have to get back to work-"

"Come on, Gep! Lets go get lunch or somethin~! Your treat, obviously- lets go to the sandwich place! The Goethe Hotel is pretty empty at this hour~" And yet, Sampo did not budge, that smug smile still permanently planted on his lips. "S'not like your paperwork is going to vanish- ya can't do good work on an empty stomach~!"

As much as he hated to admit it, Sampo had a point. Gepard was rather strict about his regimen, and while it wasn't uncommon for him to accidently skip a meal, he knew it wasn't healthy. And he needed to be in top shape in case of an emergency.

So with a relenting sigh, Gepard finally put the pen into its holder, swinging by the coat rack by the door to grab the rest of his gear. Sampo's eyes practically lit up as Gepard slipped it on, pinning his badge in place.

"Ill meet you there."

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[suguriin]

Deck of Wonders: Akrasia

I know it’s been an agonizing month since I’ve announced the Niragi fic rec so here it is! <3

Warning!- There will be a section that contains smut fics so if you are uncomfy pls do not go over that area! (Especially those who are not mature enough to read)

These are the emojis that represent the genre: ( adding a new genre because it’s niragi >:| )

Dark - 🥀

Angst - 🌊

Fluff - 🍭

Series - 📚

Personal Fav - 🦢

^ - indicating same the author from above

I’ll be tagging the creators so give them the love they deserve! Thanks again for checking this blog out!

Strangelove 🌊🦢 - @syntheticfoxfire

You’re Everything You Once Hated 🌊🥀 - @sleeping-on-cracking-ice

call me by your name 🌊 - @sucx2bi

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Irresponsibily Stupidly Losing You 🌊🥀🦢 - @sery-chan-13

Don’t Care 🌊🥀(?) - @girl8890

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Other places, familiar faces 🌊 - @fireofjudgement

Every inch of you is perfect to me 🍭 - @bangtaninborderland

First Kiss 🌊🍭 - @planetariumwriting

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WARNING: This section contains SMUT fics (those who are uncomfy avoid this section!) (tbh theres prob more smut fics than the PG rated fics lmao)

Niragi’s Favorite Toy 🥀🌊🍭🦢 - @niragis-thot

his. 🥀🌊🦢 - @kirisunshineboy

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Sweet Distractions 🍭 - @fireofjudgement

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Treasure 🥀(‼️) - @creamwh0re

note: i remember reading this one niragi fic where i think the reader is like new(?) or a doctor and then aguni brings niragi to readers room because he was like trapped in like a freezer (game) so she takes care of him I CANT FIND IT 😔

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20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tags @maggiemayhemnj @perotovar @freelancearsonist @schnarfer 💗

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55, I don't post everything there because I usually forget it exists, but it also has some of my older works on it from other fandoms. I don't really get ao3 - it just sort of feels like shouting into a void.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

93,343 (cannot write long fic to save my life)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

PPCU my beloved

4. Top five fics by kudos

Embarrassing because these are old old fics and even then they have barely any kudos lmao but I guess I'll tell you:

My Soul in the Stars - tumblr link (Poe Dameron x reader)

Anathema (August Walker x reader, abandoned series)

Nexus - tumblr link (Ezra & Cee)

Yours (August Walker x reader)

Survive (August Walker x reader)

but top 5 by notes on tumblr is completely different:

Rise (Joel x reader)

Closer to light (Javi P x reader)

inhale, exhale (Joel x reader)

Akrasia (Ezra x reader)

Spark (our house of flames pt 1) (Joel x reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! They mean the world to me but sometimes I get overwhelmed and feel dumb just saying 'thank you' over and over.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hm probably the smokes the ghost that keeps you close (Javi P x reader) or the San Valentin mini-series (Javi P x reader...what can I say, Javi and angst just works)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the kind of love you've been dreaming of (marcus p x reader) is pretty sickeningly sweet all the way through, they're very happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not anymore no, I used to get shit about my Ezra fics and my August Walker fics back in the day.

9. Do you write smut?

Oh yes

10. Craziest crossover?

I haven't written any yet but I guess the Marcus M/Dieter fic when its done?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No thank god

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I dream of co-writing with @chronically-ghosted and @perotovar one day 💞

14. All time favorite ship?

I've never been much of a shipper, but probably Bobbie/Chrisjen (The Expanse)

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish take the long way home (Marcus P x reader) one day, I had such vision for it. But Marcus is really just not my guy right now and I don't see myself going back to it any time soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

🤷lmao do i have any right now

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably dialogue. Descriptions. My grammar is atrocious. Making things interesting?? romance??

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Great, but run it by a native speaker before if you are not one.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

It was either h*rry p*tter or Lord of the Rings.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

despite the fact that no one else likes it, I love and am so proud of our house of flames - I'm working on the final chapter and it's so emotional and I love it!

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[aj-lenoire]

i found ur kacchako fic and realizing im on the 35 out of 36 chapters

is there more??

it’s so good.

(PLEASE FEED ME FANFICS I LOVE THEM)

hey there nonny!

i’m really flattered you’re liking toy soldiers, and rest assured, there is more—i just haven’t written it yet.

on ao3, if you see a question mark next to the number of chapters, it means the story isn’t complete.

in my case, i’ve been working on toy soldiers for over two years, and it’ll probably take at least another year to finish, because i have lots more plotted out. but i will eventually finish it, don’t worry!

in the meantime, i have a couple other kacchako fanfictions on ao3, and there’s tons of other great authors on that platform, too. some of my personal favourite kacchako fics include:

seashells by elanadrex, as well as on brand

akrasia by nootnoot365, as well as happy endings

a different perspective by house_of_pixels

but really, there’s no shortage of quality fic or writers, so go nuts!

[imninahchan]

estou reescrevendo akrasia amgs, os dois primeiros capítulo postados são a mesma coisa de antes, a partir do próximo eu vou incrementar e aprofundar mais, afinal é uma long fic.

[chericos]

˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ WELCOME TO BLUE LOCK!

🍸 —nsfw

✧˖° HEADCANONS

જ⁀➴ muti character

BLOOD SUCKING FREAKS! 🍸

✧˖° FULL FICS

જ⁀➴ tba…

✧˖° DRABBLES

જ⁀➴ isagi yoichi

AKRASIA. 🍸

✧˖° SERIES

જ⁀➴ tba…

@ CHERICOS —do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[bandaged-writer]

𝗔𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 [𝟬𝟰] — 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. mafia! dazai x executive! reader

genre. romance, mystery + smut

warnings. mentions of murder, unedited

words. 552

summary. Kouyou smiled, her lone eye twinkled. "You seem to forget that even fairy tales have happy endings."

notes. have y'all seen the jjk2 trailer? my bbys look so juicy 😭

previous || next || masterlist || ao3

Whenever spring rolled around, cherry blossoms, sliced in clean halves, silently fluttered to the ground, some fluttered onto the pond's surface. Even someone like Dazai found beauty in the blooming mafia garden which Kouyou tended to.

With the scent of white tea lingering in the air and the greens colliding with the pinks, one would never think that this little oasis was part of the mafia.

A smooth schwing echoed throughout the space, the sound of Kouyou sheathing her sword back into her makeshift umbrella. "I heard that you've been working together with [Name]," she greeted Dazai.

The two executives sat down at a small, rounded table where tea boiled in fine porcelain cups.

A sigh slipped Dazai's lips. His eyes were drowning in thoughts, a shimmer of uncertainty glimmering in the abyss. "This is exactly why I'm here, Kouyou."

The swordswoman tilted her head to the side and a fine smile graced her pale complexion. "Allow me to take a guess, Dazai," Kouyou mused, took a sip of her tea and then continued, "even the great Demon Prodigy feels something akin to fear, is it not?"

Dazai's face hardened, his jaw was locked. "..."

"Care to tell me what happened?"

And the entire story spilled from Dazai's lips like water from an overflowing sink. How you were shot and remained dead for hours until you suddenly..were not. How you smiled at him and told him that the scent of blood gave your assassin away. How you had deliberately kept information from him.

"Apparently two abilities had been at play. One possessed the ability to erase his presence and physical body. The second one possessed the ability to slow time down to nearly zero. That was how we were kept in the mansion," Dazai explained.

Kouyou took a glance at Dazai from the edge of her porcelain cup. Maybe the tea was still a tad bit too hot. "What is it you wish to know?"

Dazai folded his hands underneath his chin and let his hazel eyes flutter shut. He wasn't asking as an executive, but rather as someone who was curious and terrified alike. "I want to know what you know about her."

Kouyou didn't know any more than the rest of the mafia. During a mission, under her very own command, she was certain you had gotten shot by some lowly men and you had been proclaimed dead for hours on end. That was until you had gotten up and dealt with the matter yourself.

Back then, an ugly shiver had rolled down Kouyou's spine.

Kouyou set her cup down on the table, letting a lone blossom float into her tea. "I fear there isn't much I can share with you. But there was this one time..," she trailed off slowly and locked eyes with Dazai as she told her tale.

"After our mission, she was watching the heartfelt reunion of two lovers. [Name] cried silently. At the time, I was too stunned to ask what was wrong, but now..I guess even the devil is painfully human."

A beat of silence passed and a dumbfounded look settled down in Dazai's face. "..Why do I feel like you're telling me some fairy tale?"

Kouyou smiled, her lone eye twinkled. "You seem to forget that even fairy tales have happy endings."

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[sirhamburrger]

𝐢𝐯: 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.)

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.): 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 (𝐧.) [𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

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akaashi slides the manuscript back over to you, pointing at the neatly underlined part. “this part - you need to explain this a little more. you might have context, but the readers probably don't.”

“hmm.” you muse over his suggestion, then pick your pen up to make a few quick edits. “thanks, ‘kaashi.” you look up from the document, the tip of your pen pressed to your bottom lip. “what did you think about this part, then?”

he looks down at where you're pointing, and his dark messy locks fall into his eyes. as he runs a slender hand through his hair, you can't help but admire his side profile. a slight blush creeps over your cheeks when you realise what you're doing.

things between the two of you have been changing lately. somehow or other, your chair is now on his side of the table when you come into the office, with a mug of freshly-brewed tea ready for you. so it's easier to discuss edits, you distinctly remember akaashi saying. no sense in sitting across from me when we're working on this together.

and honestly? you think you might just like it. but he is your coworker, first and foremost, and you need to keep things professional. 

no harm in teasing him a little every now and then, though.

“it's good,” he says appreciatively, eyes still locked to the page. “you've not only developed your deuteragonist's perspective, but that of other characters as well. it adds a lot of depth.”

“what can i say?” you turn in your seat to face him, purposefully crossing one leg over the other. the fabric of your short skirt shifts in your lap as you do so, riding up on your thighs. “you do give the best advice.”

you see akaashi’s eyes dart downwards quickly as he lifts his head, then flick back up to you. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. 

“don't mention it,” he says thickly.

oh. 

just then you hear his stomach grumble, and you decide to take a leap of faith. 

“i was thinking we could have lunch together today, my treat,” you offer. “you've been working your ass off lately. you don't even go on your lunch breaks some days, don't think i haven't noticed.”

he waves a hand in front of his face, embarrassed. “thank you, but there's no need. i wouldn't want to inconvenience you-”

“let me,” you insist. “just so you know, i won't stop until you give in, okay?”

akaashi huffs and rolls his eyes, a small smile creeping over his face. “fine,” he relents in mock helplessness, though you hear the gratitude in his voice. “i'll bring you to my favorite spot.”

it's only when the two of you have taken your first steps outside the office building, and you feel the cold winter breeze nipping at the skin of your palms, that you realise you've left your gloves in akaashi's office. “damn,” you mutter, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

you feel his eyes on you just then, and look over to see him pulling his own gloves off his slender hands. wordlessly, he presses them into your palm. his hand is warm and slightly rough where your bare skin brushes against his, and you gape up at him. he's blushing madly, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but right at you.

“thank you.” the words come out a tentative whisper from between your lips. your hand feels like it's on fire where he touched you, and you quickly pull on the gloves. they're much too big on you - his hands really are big, huh - but so, so warm.

you make the rest of the walk in relative silence and stop right outside this cozy-looking onigiri place, where the man behind the counter works impossibly fast to prepare customers’ orders. akaashi waves at him, then excuses himself to go to the bathroom, asking you to join the queue first. 

the line is getting shorter by the minute, and you suddenly realize with horror that akaashi hasn't even told you his order. as the old lady in front of you picks up her takeaway bag and walks away on slightly shaky legs, the man at the counter flashes you a dimpled smile, beckoning you forward. he looks strangely familiar.

“welcome ta onigiri miya, what can i get for ya t’day?”

“i've never been here before,” you find yourself admitting to the dark-haired young man, whose name tag displays the kanji for ‘miya osamu’. he must own this place, then. “what would you recommend?”

he leans forward against the counter, adjusting his cap where it sits on his head. “you should get the tuna mayo and the salmon mentaiko. they're popular among my customers.”

you smile. “sure, i’ll get that.” 

“i'll hook ya up with keiji's usual, too,” the owner calls out as he turns to the ingredients on the counter behind him. “ya his new girlfriend or what?”

“uh…” blood rushes to your cheeks at what he's saying. “no, i work with him. he's my editor.”

osamu shoots you a sideways smile. “sorry, m'bad,” he says. “you look good together, though, so i just assumed.”

you think your heart might've just stopped beating.

akaashi seems to appear right by your side, saying a cheery hello to osamu. you tense up slightly as his elbow knocks against yours, your mind empty of all thoughts as your face tingles, and it's not from the biting cold of the wind. osamu fixes you with a knowing, devious look, and you squirm. 

“here ya go, wait a minute and i'll be right out t’join ya.” he sets a tray of food on the counter, which akaashi brings over to one of the tables out on the sidewalk. you trail along behind him. 

“how do you know him?” you ask the editor.

“he's atsumu miya’s twin brother,” he responds as the two of you watch the man in question walk towards you, carrying a tray of his own. “played each other a few times in high school.”

osamu sits down with you, and you find yourself watching on as akaashi says a quiet ‘itadakimasu’ and digs in, seeming satisfied. “go on, take a bite,” osamu prompts, observing you intently.

rather tentatively, you unwrap the packaging on the rice ball and take a bite. immediately, you're greeted with a myriad of flavours. the tuna with the creaminess of the mayo, plus the crunch of fresh green onions is heaven on your tongue.

you swallow, a smile on your face. “it's really good,” you tell him.

osamu beams. “ya should bring yer friend here more often, keiji-kun. i'll even give you a special couples’ discount-” “thank you for your kind offer,” akaashi cuts him off, and you don't know how to feel about that.

“got another offer for ya, i’ve got two tickets to the ejp vs. falcons game on saturday morning.”

akaashi’s ears seem to perk up immediately. “really?”

osamu smiles the same devious smile as before. “yeah, but i don't think i can go, i can't seem to clear my calendar.” 

your editor narrows his eyes in suspicion. “how much do you want for them?”

“bring yer cute friend here along and you get them completely free of charge.” his kansai drawl practically drips with teasing playfulness.

sighing heavily, akaashi turns to you. “well,” he says more to himself than to you, looking down into his lap. “this looks bad now, doesn't it?”

your face burns. “it's fine, i get it-”

“i… i'd still like to take you, though. i really would.” he meets your eyes almost bashfully, and you're surprised to see your usually stoic editor blushing like a timid middle-schooler. “will you go to the game with me?”

“y-yeah, that… that sounds great,” you stammer. “i'll meet you there, i guess.” 

you have a date now, it seems; this isn’t quite the landing you were expecting from that leap of faith.

but you'll take it.

author's notes:

realised i don't have to care how long chapters are if it has to be 1.3k i won't force it to be 1.2k

i need to rush back over to molto vivace now (i might have set up the next chapter to come out on tsukki's birthday on the 27th)

technically the definition of apricity doesn't really match up with the events of the chapter but! akaashi’s kind of like the winter sun warming yn up (can you tell i just pulled that out of my ass)

i jump at any chance i get to put suna in a story frfr IM SO PUMPED FOR THE MATCH!!

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[awriternamedart]

say i wrote akrasia and no one bats an eye

say i wrote the gepo werewolf fic and society

[inukag-archive]

This is a short fic, maybe 2 chapters on AO3. They’re in high school and IY keeps having sex with girls that have a similar scent to Kagome. Kagome catches him having sex with some girl in the bathroom.

Koga calls IY out on it and they get into a brawl in the cafeteria bc Koga makes a comment about leaving his scent on Kagome???

IY and Kag have been friends since they were little and IY mom suggests that Kagome takes IY jacket or shirt to get his scent on her. She goes over to his house and they get freaky on a dresser 🤣

Not sure if the events happened in that order, but yea

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Fic Recs:

Deck of Wonders: Alexithymia (Chishiya)

Deck of Wonders: Akrasia (Niragi)

more to be added so stay tuned !

[wincestation]

Do you read Wyler fanfiction? If so, any recommendations in the sea of well meant attempts?

Of course! here's a few:

for plot, I'd recommend you can occupy my every sigh by faeriewrites @faerieswrites - beautiful rewrite for s1. an au in which Tyler already attends Nevermore when Wednesday gets there. (ongoing, explicit)

also, Paint Me in Black by Universe30 - soulmates au, beautifully written. (ongoing, 4 chapters posted)

smut-wise: one shots like encounter; beautiful boy by gunslinger (pillars); We loved with a love that was more than love by LeiraGray, and also Delicious by Getwetrani. and of course, the list won't be complete without Warning: She Bites by kiranightshade @therulerofallpotatos.

smut AND plot: Perfect Match by melesery. (3/4 chapters posted) Her Monster by kiranightshade is technically a oneshot too, but it's longer then your typical oneshot (13k) and the plot is also VERY good, so it goes in this category too.

amazing angst with happy ending? definitely A million years ago, last night & at the end of all things by ItsHype @itshype, and there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love (and it’s never enough) by thekittenthatreads. prepare yourself for a heartbreak, but with happy tears at the end.

for some fluff, I'd go with Snowed in with him... by writngalllthetime. a very cute and fluffly romance (9 chapters, complete.)

a/b/o dynamics aren't very common yet in our fandom/ship, but there's Akrasia by Natattack95 which I thoroughly enjoyed. (ongoing, only one chapter posted so far.)

I have many more fics in my "for later" folder, so I might update this list when I get to them!!

[imninahchan]

tô aqui planejando a att de akrasia né, só planejando tb pq eu tô com uma cólica milenar que tá me fazendo querer arrancar meu útero e dar pras galinhas comerem. e o engraçado é que toda vez que eu vou escrever uma fic, principalmente as que lidam com um assunto histórico ou com um tópico específico, eu fico horas e horas pesquisando e vendo uns bagulho.

igual agora que eu tô vendo um vídeo de um canal que faz tour pelos pontos turísticos da grécia antiga que aparecem no assassins creed odyssey EU JURO e o fato da primeira coisa que eu abri quando eu pensei em fazer a att foi pesquisar o mapa da grécia naquela época só pras personagens poderem fazer um trajeto que seja possível meu deus, eu não preciso de tanta pesquisa assim pra só uma fanfic hot MAS EU TENHO