#fic: akrasia

[bandaged-writer]

𝗔𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 [𝟬𝟭] — 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

akrasia. lack of self-control

pairing. mafia! dazai x executive! reader

genre. romance, mystery + smut

warnings. mori, dazai's musings of dying

words. 663

summary. among the graves, you reminded him of the faceless angel statues.

note. this story came to be, because i'm horribly obsessed with makima

masterlist || ao3 || next

Above the graveyard, scarlet bled into the lilac sky and blackened branches of naked trees spread across the heaven’s canvas like capillaries. A gentle breeze passed by, rousing leaves and a group of birds that flew away to seek shelter from an incoming storm.

“As you know, I want to see you in the executive ranks, Dazai,” Mori spoke in calm tones, yet something cunning was woven underneath the surface. Something that Dazai couldn’t quite place; or maybe this was merely Mori’s usual persona. “You will need a letter of recommendation from either myself or an executive,” he explained. “As much as I would love to write such a letter, I can’t. Or else, I’d be accused of favoritism. That’s why I’ll have you join a special someone’s side.”

Dazai followed Mori through the empty graveyard. Faceless statues of angels acted as protectors of the dead, as guide to the afterlife. A path which the brunette desired to go down rather sooner than later, in hopes of finding something that exceeded his abyssal expectations. If life couldn’t manage to leave him thunderstruck, then death certainly could, right?

“A special someone?,” Dazai echoed, brows raised in mild interest. Rarely did the boss of the Port Mafia ever call anyone special. Only a handful of times did this certain word fall from his lips and usually, it wasn’t a positive association.

Mori pushed his dark hair out of his face, let his hand disappear into the depths of his coat’s pocket and suppressed something like a worried sigh. “She is one of my top 5 executives, however..” His gaze wandered over to Dazai, standing a mere handful of meters behind him. “You will also act as a safety measure.”

Caught in a brief moment of stasis, a raven landed on a groaning branch. Curiously, the animal regarded Dazai with its ruby eyes, scanning him from head to toe as if it was assessing his worth as a human being. Tough luck, Dazai thought.

He had failed to be a proper, functioning human being from the moment he was born. Never did he find his match, his equal, someone or at least something that genuinely fascinated him. Perhaps, an ill-fated star had cursed the bloody threads of his fate.

“I get the feeling you’re scared of her,” Dazai commented then cupped his chin in thought.

Was it possible for the head of a crime organization to be scared of his own underlings rather than a likely assassination? The gears within Dazai’s head were turning, going round and round, trying to find a plausible reason for Mori to feel something akin to fear towards his own kin.

Loyalty was a fickle thing, it could be swayed like a chime in the wind. Money, family, the opposite sex and so many more factors could be the root of potential betrayal. It was as easy as turning your back towards the mirror; out of sight, out of mind, or so they said.

“There she is,” Mori announced. “The embodiment of control and domination. [Name].”

Dazai raised his gaze and was greeted by a calm smile upon your lips and a voice that was oh-so-lovely. The kind of voice that could sing him the lullaby of eternity and safely guide him into the afterlife. But your eyes were so pitiless.

Among the graves, you reminded him of the faceless angel statues.

They looked like his own, Dazai concluded.

“I suppose you’re the one they call the Demon Prodigy,” you greeted him kindly.

“And you’re the one they call the Control Devil.” He smirked. “Sounds like we’re on even ground.”

Was it reasonable for a monster to strip another off their humanity? Oh, the irony.

A smile graced Mori’s face, a wave of his hand promptly followed. “It’s good to see you again, [Name]. As you already know, someone is hunting down our executives. Take Dazai with you and solve the conflict as you see fit. You know what to do.”

[sirhamburrger]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

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you meet up with kuroo at the entrance to the dining hall, and he greets you with a lopsided grin. you haven’t seen him since the incident on friday night, and can't seem to tear your gaze away from the bruising on the bridge of his slightly crooked nose.

noticing your guilty expression, he just smiles breezily at you. “i don’t regret it at all, you know. i wouldn’t have done anything different.” seeing the uneasy look on your face, he adds, “what was i supposed to do, just let him do whatever he wanted to you? no way."

he's a comforting presence beside you as the two of you grab your plates, sitting down at kuroo’s friends’ table. kenma barely looks up from his game, mumbling a hasty hello before his fingers are flying across the controls once more. sugawara beams at you, and kageyama nods politely in an acknowledgement of your presence. daichi sawamura from orchestra is there too, and he gives you a little smile as you sit down alongside the raven-haired management student. “heard your gig last friday was a big hit, i'll definitely be at your next.”

the thank-you you're about to say fizzles and dies on your tongue, however, when you spot two familiar blondes approaching.

one of which you don't really want to see right now.

“hey, yachi,” you say to the petite girl. your eyes lock onto the clarinetist's face next, and you say begrudgingly, “tsukishima.”

yachi sits on your other side, with tsukishima taking the seat opposite yours. his lanky legs are so long his sneakers are bumping against your ankles with every movement he makes. you let out a noise of annoyance, eyebrows furrowed, and he simply shoots you a maddening smirk from across the table.

“aren't your friends going to join us?” sugawara mumbles through a mouthful of chicken katsu.

“busy with assignments,” you sigh. “well, suna and mori are busy with assignments. akaashi’s helping them out.”

“and you aren't?” tsukishima remarks offhandedly, but you hear the steely bite in his tone.

you scowl, leaning back in your seat. “let's see you go teach them third-year economics, then-”

“now, now, kids, settle down,” daichi says with mock playfulness, sounding like a total dad, but you're sure you notice him exchange glances with kuroo. “let's get through this meal in peace, okay?”

you feel your cheeks burn, embarrassed you've made a scene in front of the guy you're interested in - and his friends. thankfully, the rest of lunch seems to pass in a blur. the hour is spent laughing with kuroo and suga and daichi and yachi, with kenma opting to hide his face in his oversized hoodie and play on his handheld console. 

kuroo’s a sweet guy. gentlemanly too - though you already know that thanks to the unfortunate events of last friday night. you don't miss tsukishima's all-too-condescending glances and knowing smirks, though. every time you glance his way, he seems to be waiting for you with the same exasperating expression.

“where are you headed to next?” kuroo asks you as the group heads out of the dining hall together. ”i can walk you.” his knuckles brush against yours, and you let a small smile stretch your lips as you open your mouth to answer-

“not to be a mood-killer,” kenma interrupts, “but prof will have your head if you’re late to his class one more time. you have-" he pulls up the sleeve of his sweater to check his watch- “approximately one and a half minutes to get to the lecture hall.”

“oh, snap! i could probably get there on time if i start running now…” he looks towards you, giving you an apologetic smile. “hey, i… i really enjoyed this. we should do this some other time, y'know?” he beams, and you feel a strange warmth in your chest that quickly dissipates as you feel tsukishima's calculating gaze on you. 

“yeah,” you manage to say after what feels like an eternity. “for sure.”

he flashes you one final smile, ruffles a protesting kenma's hair, and promptly runs off in the opposite direction. 

“we can all walk you together, if you've got somewhere to be-” suga starts, but is quickly cut off by tsukishima's curt voice: “i've got this seminar to get to. it's in the bio building. i'll see you guys another day.”

ah. your lips curve upwards in a smug smile.

“what a coincidence,” you say slowly, “that this seminar i'm attending about the future of carbon dating is also in the bio building.”

“isn't that seminar the same one you're going to, tsukki?” daichi intones pointedly. “why don't you walk our dear friend there? i'm sure kuroo would appreciate that greatly.”

tsukki looks positively ready to explode with irritation at the question that's phrased more like an order, but daichi's no-nonsense demeanor seems to force him right into submission.

“it would be my pleasure,” he says through gritted teeth.

you bid a quick goodbye to them as you walk off towards the bio building, trying and failing to fall into step with tsukishima. he seems to be walking quickly on purpose - or maybe his legs are just that long. but in any case, his dismissive behavior pisses you off. you glare up at him, catching up quickly, and all he offers you is a twitching jaw and narrowed eyes.

“so... tsukki, huh?” you say once you've turned down an empty corridor on the second floor of the bio building, letting the words flow off your tongue languidly. he seems to snap in that moment, pulling you into a deserted nook in the hallway and crowding you up against the wall. you gasp as your back hits the solid surface behind you, immediately lashing out to grab a fistful of his jacket.

“that is enough out of you,” he rasps.

“bit rich coming from someone who was acting like a bratty three-year-old for the whole of lunch,” you hiss in retaliation. his eyes darken dangerously. 

“say that again.”

“you're. a. brat.” 

you enunciate as clearly as you can, venom lacing your voice. each word is punctuated by a sharp tug on the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer and closer to you until your noses are almost touching. his warm breath fans across your face as his yellow eyes, shadowy with what looks like hatred, bore into you.

“you think you can just belittle me as many times as you want without consequence?” you hiss. “you think i'll let you?”

tsukishima seems to falter at this, stepping backwards and out of your grasp. you don't know what's come over you - what made you snap - but you're sure as hell not going to stop now that you've started. when seconds pass without some sort of apology or even any hint of remorse, you turn on your heel and start to walk away.

“you started this,” you mutter.

just like on friday night, he doesn't say anything as you depart. maybe it's because he knows you're right.

author's notes:

well!

not much to say tbh just have so many ideas i don't want to put out until i make progress on my wips

but my brain is cooking 🍳 trust

don't like where this is going tbh...

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

In Betweenin’ 🌊🥀🦢(?) - @littlewriterfullofwords

Hot Gum 🌊🍭(?) - ^

Bloody Comfort 🥀(?) - @keysmashingfantasies

Dangeruous Lovers 🍭 - @24hlevi

under the white light 🍭 - @jhynka

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

Don’t Care 🌊🥀(?) - @girl8890

Antifragile 🌊🍭🦢 - @kkurades

Come Back Home 🌊 - @niragi-in-borderland

Other places, familiar faces 🌊 - @fireofjudgement

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

First Kiss 🌊🍭 - @planetariumwriting

I only play these games ‘cause you’re playing them, too. 📚🌊🍭 - @itsnamjoonssi

uncover 🌊🍭 - @prodbyblush

Love Is Chaos 📚🌊🍭 - @bts-story

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

not so mr. nice guy 🥀(?) - @xy4n1d3

Blow. My. Brains. Out. 🦢 - @bangtaninborderland

The Pain Before 📚🥀🌊🍭🦢 - @niragisimp (my awesome moot ! ilysm <3)

only you 🥀(?) - @dracoscum

messy for me 🦢 - ^

Tease - @peachesnscream

OFF LIMITS 🍭(?) - @aliceinnaughtyland

Nasty Games 🥀🌊 - @kinkyniragi

Always you 🦢 - @so-many-fandoms-here

(another lovely moot mwah mwah ! 🫶)

paralysed 🥀🌊 - @niragiinborderland

CNC (kinktober) - @tofuxtea

NSFW Alphabet - @brdpch

Carnal Restraint 🌊 - @writeformesinpie

A helping hand 🌊🍭 - @overthinkingaddict

Maniac. 🥀 - @suhyoung-hoes

Headcanons 🍭(?) - @sweet-as-an-angel

Wanna Get Drunk and Nasty? - @nacho-privayuna

Sweet Distractions 🍭 - @fireofjudgement

Master/Pet dynamics - @munsonsvamp

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 😔

[sp00kymulderr]

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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np tags @covetyou @whatsnewalycat @for-a-longlongtime @quinnnfabrgay-writes @seventeenpins

[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!!

[4soon1]

✦ When a mind wanders

✦ ━━━ a list of fic name ideas, some original and some not.

⠀⠀⟡ either way they are rotting away in google docs. some of them are from pinterest.

✦ last september

✦ milkweed

✦ dancing in the kitchen

✦ i love you, for a millisecond

✦ i die less than before

✦ i think I killed a god

✦ god without faith

✦ this is everything I never wanted

✦ weathered

✦ she should have been a son

✦ starving kids and dead dogs

✦ your need grows teeth

✦ occāsus (ruin; end; death)

✦ rien n’est éternel (nothing lasts forever)

✦ vivamus, moriendum est (let us live, since we must die)

✦ the postman

✦ laced marbles

✦ you crave red

✦ you love the ones left from ages past

✦ solitude was the only logical ending

✦ marcid (withered; incredibly exhausted)

✦ alamort (half-dead of exhaustion)

✦ yonderly (mentally/emotionally distant; absent-minded)

✦ akrasia (lack of self-control)

✦ this star-like solitude

✦ july 13, picked cherries

✦ softer, softest

✦ red eyes, too warm—I burn

✦ on the death of summer

✦ but here i blur into you

✦ for you, i would

✦ jumping loopholes

✦ time's the thief of memory

✦ just like last year

✦ i trusted you like i trusted god

✦ you make a terrible god

✦ is there a god-shaped hole at the heart of mathematics?

✦ the sadness of saturn

✦ are you still you?

✦ anatomy of melancholy

✦ spiraling

✦ you are consumed

✦ suffering feels religious

✦ bastards, both of us

✦ will you grieve your youth forever?

✦ could have been

✦ i wash the dishes

✦ it's june after all & you're young until sptember

✦ loving you a is June evening

✦ my winter girl

✦ dying, coming back to life, and other way to avoid defining the relationship

[bandaged-writer]

𝗔𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 [𝟬𝟮] ㅡ 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. mafia! dazai x executive! reader

genre. romance, mystery + smut

warnings. dazai's musings of suicide

words. 588

summary. was this genuine worry or skilled manipulation?

note. i'm so sore i feel like a cracked lego brick

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“Do you think I could freeze to death if I stayed the night here?,” Dazai asked, hands clasped behind his head and his eyes reflecting the innocence of a child.

Streetlamps illuminated not only the dark streets of Yokohama, but also the depths of hazel eyes. They blocked out the comforting sparkle of the stars or even the moon’s smile and grace. Many people found comfort in the night sky, in what it had to offer, but Dazai always thought that the moon wasn’t smiling, but laughing at him.

Laughing at the human he had failed to be. Laughing at his foolish attempt to find a reason to live for; something trivial that those around him seemed no problem in finding as if that reason was in plain sight.

Now, the only smile that accompanied him was yours. Shoulder by shoulder, he strolled throughout the illuminated streets with you without a particular destination in mind. A walk was what you suggested, to get to know each other or something along those lines.

A lollipop was stuck between your lips. Dazai silently wondered what flavor it was.

“Hmm..,” you mused, eyes closing shut for a brief moment. “Hypothermia is quite the way to go. Your feet and hands will go cold first since your body prioritizes the survival of your organs. Your lips would go blue, you would shudder and be in pain for quite a while before eventually losing consciousness and dying,” you explained and held a thoughtful hand to your chin, eyebrows raised. “Is this how you wish to die?”

Dazai sighed dramatically and sighed like you had burdened him with household chores. “You sure know how to crush a man’s dreams.”

Perhaps, he should attempt to die in a more painless way. Something that would neither burn nor freeze him. A death that would embrace him with warm arms, welcoming him into eternal slumber where his mind was at a pleasant stasis, where his soul was salvaged.

You tilted your head and chuckled in response. “I’m sorry. But I don’t exactly want you to die just yet.”

Those words were foreign to Dazai. No one ever cared whether he was dead or alive. Most anticipated him to fail regardless and expected him to stroll back into work with one more band-aid on his knuckles and a new layer of bandages on his body. Was this genuine worry or skilled manipulation?

You were under Mori’s direct command, after all.

“Let me guess. Boss’s orders?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s much simpler than that.”

Popping the lollipop from your mouth, you stuck it in-between Dazai’s lips with a smile upon your features. “It’s because we’re a team now.”

Dazai owlishly blinked at you. The sticky taste of sweet cherry engulfed his tongue along with something that was uniquely you. He rolled the sweet treat around, trying to find out what exactly you tasted like, but all he ever found was cherry and venom in the form of your saliva. In the end, he smirked to himself.

As Dazai was busy figuring your taste out, your phone rang and you had a brief conversation. Or rather, someone was talking to you and all you said was a mere “hello” to start the call. The more seconds passed by, the more he could see the shimmer disappear from the depths of your irises.

Lowering the phone, you turned to Dazai and smiled as calmly as ever.

“Another executive has been shot.”

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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]

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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.

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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]

say i wrote akrasia and no one bats an eye

say i wrote the gepo werewolf fic and society

[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

[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

Hello Nonnie, I'm afraid it's bad news.

We believe you are looking for Akrasia by purringkirara, which has been deleted by the author. We had a previous ask looking for this fic and asked if any of our readers were able to find a copy and nobody replied, and we were unable to find one ourselves via The WayBack Machine. If anyone does have a copy, we hope they will add it in the notes, as this was clearly a much beloved fic.

[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!

[chericos]

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🍸 —nsfw

✧˖° HEADCANONS

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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.

[suguriin]

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Fic Recs:

Deck of Wonders: Alexithymia (Chishiya)

Deck of Wonders: Akrasia (Niragi)

more to be added so stay tuned !