#the mafioso's runaway

[tiredlilguy]

The Mafioso's Runaway [2023]|Ch.1|Whiskey

i forgot to post ch.1 officially on here... this is on A03 as well >:D enjoy! [pt.2] Reader's Ability: Silent Ocean - the ability to manipulate water of any form/temperature (from freezing to boiling), so long as a water source is nearby - user can manipulate their own tears if a water source is not available, can lead to exhaustion

I’m tired…

I just want whiskey to wash away today. That’d be nice.

Maybe a cigarette too, if I feel like it.

Oda turned the corner to an alleyway, his footsteps taking him to a small side door with a neon sign over it:

LUPIN

It was labeled underneath with a smirking western-looking man, wearing a top hat and a monocle. The mustache on the character’s face is slightly tilted up to follow the smirk on his face. Oda looked up at the sign for a second, before sighing. He ran a calloused hand through his hair, opening the door.

Behind this door was an underground bar, one that wasn’t very popular. It was the kind of place where the only noise you could hear was the barkeep tidying around, light jazz in the background, and on occasion the small conversation in one of the booths. To put it simply: it was the perfect place for Oda on the nights that he felt like he couldn’t find himself going home just yet. He’d sit there, either alone or with a fellow bandaged friend alongside him just to drink away his worries.

As he placed his coat on one of the side hooks, he walked down the stairs to be met with a familiar face: one that he thought wouldn’t be behind the bar.

“ You’re not the same barkeep from before,” Oda said simply, plopping himself down on a chair.

Behind the bar counter was (Y/N) (L/N), a fellow low-level handyman just like him. They were wearing a white button-up with a couple of buttons open at the top, high-waisted pants with a thick waistband that was buttoned at their stomach, and lastly, white gloves to keep their hands clean.

(Y/N) had been in the Mafia for just a year, doing easy work and keeping low. Oda would normally question it, but everyone had their reasons for joining the Mafia: getting certain people off your back, money, protection… so on. They’d met each other in passing, sometimes drinking at this very bar, or having a job together. (Y/N) was a close friend, and someone that Oda knew he could rely on if he needed, so seeing them was a pleasant surprise.

(Y/N) was standing behind the bar with the whiskey bottle already open, as they were preparing his glass. It seems as though they’d already known he was coming.

“ Old barkeep died,” they shrugged,” The Mafia bought out the bar, and they needed someone to manage it, so I got transferred here.”

“ That’s unfortunate. Say, how did you know I was going to be here?” Oda put his elbow on the counter, leaning on his hand. (Y/N) slid a glass of whiskey with a ball of ice in it.

“ I didn’t actually,” they shrugged, walking over to him,” I just noticed your footsteps, so I already got the whiskey out… I also had a feeling that you’d meet me here eventually. Sorry if the drinks won’t be tasting the same.”

“ Whiskey’s just a hard liquor,” the redhead looked down at the glass,” Don’t sweat it. I doubt pouring whiskey in a glass is hard.”

(Y/N) scoffed,” Beats me, it could taste like shit just because I poured it wrong. Just… don’t ask me to mix anything.”

“ You shouldn’t have given me the idea. Maybe I will, just to throw you off,” he put his lips to the brim of the glass.

(Y/N) frowned in response, before rolling their eyes and bottling up the whiskey bottle. They’d placed it down on one of the shelves behind them, but as they pulled away they felt a mat of dust brush their gloved finger. They scrunched their eyebrows together in a pout as they realized that they probably had to clean the shelves as well.

Ignoring that thought, they turned around again, taking a stool that was folding up on the side, and unfolding it. They sat facing Oda, crossing their hands together to place their head over their hands.

“ Anyways, what brings you here?” they asked.

“ Just wanted a drink, I guess,” Oda answered looking over at them,” Though, I have a feeling I’ll meet someone here?”

“ Oh?,” (Y/N) smirked,” So it’s not just me you’re gonna see tonight.”

“ I got some unusual friends. You’ve probably heard of this guy before. He’s an exec.”

“ Wow, Oda Sakunosuke… friends with an executive,” they tilted their head and shrugged,” Why am I not surprised that you have such unusual friends, for an unusual person just like yourself?”

“ Probably because you’re just as unusual. I mean, after all, you’re from-,” (Y/N) held up a hand interrupting him.

“ Let’s not get into that today…,” they gently pleaded.

“ Sorry,” he dipped his head in a light apology.

“ Don’t worry about it,” feeling the awkward tension, they broke the silence,” Hm… let me guess which executives and I get three tries. If I get it right, you gotta buy me a drink.”

Oda took another sip of his drink before nodding,” Alright, hit me.”

“ Alright then! My first guess: Chuuya, the gravity manipulator. He’s pretty friendly.”

“ Nope.”

“ Damn… would’ve thought it was him, but now that I think about it, you don’t seem like the type to attract people like him. Ok… let me think.”

(Y/N) leaned back, putting a hand on their chin as they thought for a second… It wouldn’t be a woman because Oda said ‘he’…

… and Oda wouldn’t be the one to attract flashy types. They widened their eyes.

“ No way…”

“ Did you come to a conclusion,” Oda raised a brow, knowing that they probably found out the answer.

“ You’re friends with Mori’s kid?!,” They slammed their hands on the side of the counter, standing up in shock.

“Mori’s kid” was a term that a lot of the lower ranks used when referring to Dazai Osamu, the youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history, not to mention the “Demon Prodigy". People knew that they weren’t related in any way, but many had given him the nickname due to him being so close to the boss. A lot had assumed that Dazai never knew of that nickname, but he definitely did, and Oda knew that it was a name that Dazai disliked rather heavily.

“ Jeez… I really hate that title, you know,” a voice and a pair of footsteps interrupted the conversation. There was Dazai, in the flesh, walking down the stairs with his hands in his pocket. His long black coat was hung up on one of the hooks near the door.

(Y/N) felt themselves tense up, as they had just flat-out disrespected an executive, though, not with any malicious intent. Quickly, before they felt like their life was about to end, they smacked their head into the bar counter in a bow,” Sorry sir…! I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that, I apologize.”

Dazai took his seat next to Oda,” Don’t worry about it. We’re off duty, so I don’t really care too much, but just call me Dazai.”

(Y/N) stood back up straight, forehead now having a small red mark. They slightly rubbed it before introducing themselves,” Apologies. I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” The brunette nodded in response before greeting Oda. He didn’t want to admit it, Dazai felt his chest tighten as he witnessed their face: they were strangely… beautiful. Maybe it was the way that they looked slightly disheveled and laid-back due to the relaxed nature of the bar… or maybe it was just that they looked nice in their current outfit. Either way, Dazai couldn’t help but let himself speak aloud without thinking.

“ You’re really pretty…,” he mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for them to hear.

“ Huh…?,” (Y/N) raised a brow, adjusting their collar, as it got messed up when they were bowing.

“ I’ll have whiskey,” Dazai pretended like he was repeating himself, confusing (Y/N) even more. Oda watched silently as they tried to think to themselves whether they heard wrong or if they were just becoming hard of hearing. He gently kicked the boy in the shin, making Dazai wince slightly and frown at the redhead. They shook their head and nodded, taking a glass out from a cupboard below the counter. However, this time, instead of walking back and forth to grab the whiskey and bring it back to the shelf, they snapped their fingers.

Dazai watched as a portion of the whiskey pushed the cork out of the bottle. The cork gently popped and fell onto the shelf. The whiskey balled itself together before moving over to (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) twirled one of their fingers in the air, making the ball circle around itself before it started to split into somewhat of a donut shape. Their other hand pulled out a square ice cube from a freezer underneath. They snapped again, and the cube seemed to shape itself into a dimensional circle.

The brunette looked over to Oda, seeing if the man reacted. However, to no avail, not only because he usually never showed much expression on his face, but also because he was familiar with their ability. (Y/N) motioned the whiskey over the glass as it started to pour itself. Dazai’s eyes seemed interested, as he watched in silence.

Soon enough, another pair of footsteps were heard.

“ Neat party, trick, huh?”

It was Ango, he was wearing his usual suit and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He took his seat on the other side of Dazai and placed the bag on his side.

“ Oh, Ango!,” (Y/N) smiled, gently sliding the glass over to Dazai, who didn’t actually catch it, as he was too enamored by their grace. Oda compensated for him, stopping the glass and pushing it in front of the brunette.

“ Heard through the grapevine that the bar got bought out by the Mafia. I just wanted to see if it changed, if so it would’ve been a shame, but I’m glad to see that you’re managing it. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to try and find another quiet bar,” Ango smiled up at them gently,” I’ll get whiskey too.”

(Y/N) continued to prepare another glass, and for the first time since he’d gotten there, Dazai finally blinked,” Wait… Do you know them too?”

“ Yup,” Ango got comfortable in his seat, slightly shuffling,” (Y/N) protected me one time by coincidence. I ended up being caught in the crossfire of a shootout, and they so happened to be nearby and protected me with their ability. I almost got shot in the head, I’m grateful to them for saving my life.”

They blushed, looking off to the side, letting the glass fill up with whiskey,” Oh, shut up. You make me sound like such a hero.”

“ Ah, I get it now!,” Dazai nodded, proud of himself,” Water manipulation, right?”

(Y/N) nodded, putting the glass on the counter and sliding it to Ango this time,” Indeed. I just happened to get lazy because I just put the whiskey bottle on the shelf, so I just used my ability.”

“ I’d say you were just bragging,” Oda spoke up, taking another sip before pulling away from his glass. Dazai went silent again, as he watched the other three talk amongst themselves.

They rolled their eyes with a smile,” You’re being such a tease today, Oda. I wonder what caused this. I missed the sweet tired man who just takes care of orphans.”

He tilted his head,” I’m always like this.”

“ Really…? Show me your agitated face then, will you?” Ango looked past Dazai with a curious gaze.

The four fell silent for a moment as they watched Oda. He looked just the same. Same old tired, deadpan expression.

“ Eh…?,” (Y/N) frowned,” What’s that?”

“ I’m doing it right now.”

They chuckled in response,” You’re funny.”

“ What do you mean, I’m doing what you asked me to.”

“ See, this is why no one takes you seriously,” Ango frowned from the other side,” You only keep one expression and tone, so nobody actually knows what you’re thinking.”

“ I agree, but to be honest, Oda wouldn’t be Oda if he was full of expression,” (Y/N) replied.

“ I guess you’re right,” the man in glasses shrugged, finally taking a sip of his glass.

It went quiet again, up until a familiar calico cat purred, hopping onto a corner stool and meowing. “ Oh,” (Y/N)’s attention was on the cat now,” I gotta go feed the cat. I’ll be back.” They walked to the side, opening a door that read “Staff Only”.

“ Say, Oda,” Dazai finally spoke up, turning over to the redhead,” How do you know, (Y/N)?”

“ We were coworkers,” he answered,” Worked a couple of jobs together… we’ve gone drinking at this bar too before it got bought out, just like how I started taking you here.”

“Low-level runt work for such a hardy ability,” Dazai smirked,” That’s quite interesting… Usually, people like that would go up the ranks. I wonder where they came from.” Oda only shrugged. He knew of their past, as he’d gotten close to them, but he knew it was a secret that they only shared with certain people. Even Ango didn’t know where they came from.

Dazai crossed his arms,” Anyways, I’m a little bit disappointed that you didn’t introduce them to me sooner. They’re really attractive, I would’ve loved to commit a lovely double suicide with someone like that.”

Not knowing what to say, Oda could only say something that sounded entirely wrong,” As determined as ever.”

Dazai smiled, raising his glass in his hand,” You know me.”

“ Don’t let him stay stuff like that, Odasaku…,” Ango cringed a little bit.

Soon enough, (Y/N) popped back out with an open dish with cat food in it. They placed the dish again in front of the cat, and it looked over at the food before taking a bite. Their other hand had a tin can in it with a crab logo: one that Dazai was familiar with.

“ Hey, you have canned crab,” Dazai questioned, peering over to see if his vision was right.

“ I do,” they answered,” You must like crab, don’t you, Dazai?”

“ What makes you say that?”

“ You’re practically leaned over the counter…,” they giggled, making Dazai blush,” Don’t worry, I’ll go get you one. I don’t feed it to the cat because I know it’s not really good for him, but every now and then I leave a piece in his bowl.”

Dazai smiled, sitting back down in his seat, now kicking his feet. He felt something bump within his chest as he spoke to them. “ You’re painfully obvious,” Ango dismissed Dazai.

“ Is there anything wrong with that?,” Dazai shrugged,” Just seems like life is getting a little bit more interesting for me.”

Ango only hummed in response, as (Y/N) came back in the room, with a can, putting it in front of Dazai. He silently thanked them, once again, getting stiff in the back. From Ango’s eyes, he’s never seen him sit so nicely, as Dazai was always hunched over.

“ Hey, Oda,” the redhead looked up at them with a hum. (Y/N) smiled,” I’d say I’ve won my drink now. You, gonna buy it for me?” Oda placed down a note on the table, and they grabbed it with a smile before making themselves a glass.

“ Here, cheers,” they raised their glass to Dazai and Ango, Oda soon followed.

“ For what now, exactly,” Ango asked, Dazai still hadn’t moved.

“ Hm…,” (Y/N) tilted their head before raising the glass high,” To anything really. Like that time I saved Ango, maybe to me getting transferred here…”

Dazai listened to them ramble. It sounded like a random bunch of gibberish, but strangely nice to his ears. He didn’t feel bored anymore. Though, yes, being around his friends made him feel less bored, he felt… more… excited. As if being here at this bar was some sort of epiphany.

“ Dazai? What’s up?” they snapped him out of his thoughts. He shook his head before clearing his throat.

He’s deep in it now, Ango thought from the side.

“ How about that the four of us are here at this moment in time?,” he asked,” You know, I don’t get to see any of you like this at all. You don’t get to enjoy moments like these quite often in the Mafia. Not to mention, it’s my first time meeting you, (Y/N) so that in itself could be a toast too.”

“ So a toast to a coincidence?” Oda asked. Dazai raised his glass, and so did Ango.

“ Yeah, I guess so,” he shrugged.

Dazai raised his glass higher, as the four of them clinked theirs together. The noise of the glass was rather satisfying until it went silent once again.

A cheers to a coincidence.

[the-fox-with-no-name]

Neil had alot of nicknames, like runaway, short buss, rabbit, pipdream, the mini me, butcher, or butcher son, walking meat grinder, mafioso, captain ect, ect.

I would call him King Slayer.

Food for thought

[weebsinstash]

Am I the only one who wants Valentino x chubby reader angst like I mean pure sadness. For some reason I want to ball my tears out and sob my heart away. Like i can imagine Valentino standing reader up on a date and We’re over here waiting for hours just for him to call and ask where the hell are we and then insult us.

I feel like in a way, angst can be cathartic too? But I kind of have to be careful because sometimes you can get too deep in the sad vibes and get legitimately sad 🥺 like i make these character x chubby reader posts and im being positive but in the back of my mind like, the entire time I'm reminded that my body type makes me basically fucking invisible or just a punching bag and I don't want to write something that makes people feel awful about themselves either 🥺

But. I also like angst so. Imagine if Val was just too drunk/coked up to remember which time/place he said he was gonna meet Reader at or pick you up or whatever, so he was ALSO sitting there, waiting and waiting, thinking you stood him up, and that's when you get a nasty drunken phonecall calling you all sorts of spiteful names and hanging up on you before you can even reply

I can see him being SO nasty because, maybe he fixed himself up real nice and was maaaaaybe looking forward to spending time with you 👉👈 and it hit a sore spot of his to have you "reject him". Just picture him completely totally ignoring you out of anger and by the time he's ready to talk to you again, well, where did you go?

I'm just. Dying to write something where Reader and him aren't even dating or anything but you've bonded or he's at least into you but then he does something to hurt Reader's feelings and you just BAIL and run away and are straight up missing where he can't find you and he flips out because his shiny new toy is gone and, you don't know what you have until it's gone. Suddenly he's got this hole in his chest and all he can think about is the little smiles you make when you get praise and you're happy and how your eyes shimmer when--

And he'll be so fucking pressed about it because he doesn't want to admit if he's got feelings or that he wants to cuddle and kiss you and do all that sappy lovey doe-eyes shit because he's the Overlord Valentino and boy is he pisses that you're trying to ditch him! I like to imagine since he's like, a combination porn producer/mafioso that he has his own goonies and henchmen for certain tasks and I can just see him dropping your picture in the mook groupchat like "first guy to find this runaway dumbass gets a permanant raise"

You're just at your new job trying to get through your shift and start your afterlife all over again when huge demons in pink suits barge in and drag your ass out of there, not even caring if they make a huge scene and humiliate you. You had all these plans of getting a new job and a new place to live and you thought Val didn't give a shit enough about you to care but BOY were you wrong! You just get dragged outside to his limo parked and waiting and he's clearly been to the salon, sitting there in a new outfit all fixed up like when he broke up with Vox and had to "treat himself" to feel better, just sitting there drinking a strawberry coffee and is like, threateningly casual as you're sitting there wide eyed and crying and wondering what's going to happen to you. Just all "oh, hey YN, where do you think you've been? You haven't been answering my calls :)"

He doesn't care if you've got a new job or a new place, he drags you right back to the shitty room you were living at in the studio. Or maybe he even gives you your own room in his home just so he can make sure you don't run off again (and you just KNOW he's gonna have Vox rig cameras all over the place)

[kittydripuwu]

Heyyy I just found your blog! I have a request: a dazai x reader angst fic about pmdazai having a so, and said so was always asking him to runaway together but dazai always postponed it and one day it's too late, because his so dies

hihi, thank u for requesting, i hope this is okay <3

too late | pm!dazai x reader

words - 1168

warnings - death, swearing, mentions of violence, not a happy ending!

genre - angst

there was alot of conflict going on in the port mafia at the time, and in your life. you had been dating dazai osamu, a young port mafia executive. he was a cold and bitter person, never had mercy for others and never showed interest in anyone. anyone but you. you had meant everything to him. you made him feel ways he's never felt with someone before.

he was busy and his work was filled with blood, torture, crimes and death. you hated how busy he had been recently and you most of all hated how you felt that you always needed to be in hiding. it often felt like you were suffocating; unable to get out of this mess. even though you loved dazai with your whole heart, you hated seeing him like this, all you wanted was to runaway to some far away place with him, and start over.

running away. it was an idea you had brought up to him multiple times. he agreed when you first told him, he said he wanted to get away aswell but he said it could only happen later in the future. you understood because, when the mafia was in conflict, he had alot of work to do and didnt have time to runaway and leave. its never as easy as it seemed.

the mafia was currently involved in a huge conflict with another criminal organization that was a previous mafia ally. they were constantly being attacked and had to fight back. dazai told you to stay at home and not leave for anything unless it was food. he made sure no one in the mafia knew about your relationship so that he can keep you as safe as possible.

you would occasinally ask him from time to time, when you can run away, but he kept saying "soon" or "later" and he constantly kept postponing. it made you frustrated, you two would argue alot because of it, causing him to leave alot during arguments. leaving you confused and upset. all you wanted was to get away.

you were laying on your bed thinking, when you heard someone walk in your appartment.

"osamu? is that you?" you asked, walking out of the bedroom.

you instantly felt something hit you on the back of your head. you saw 3 men standing above you before you blacked out.

next thing you knew, you were in a cold, dark room, tied up with tape over your mouth. your head was pounding as you regained consciousness. where were you? who had knocked you out? what time was it? where was dazai? you felt real fear, for once, dazai wasnt there to protect you.

dazai and his subordinates had finally fought off the group of people sent to kill him, he was exhuasted after a long day of killing. he was walking home down an alleyway to avoid being seen on the street, when a man came up to him.

"you're the mafioso who killed our troops today arent you" he said with an angry voice.

"hm? me?" dazai replied jokingly.

"give us what we want or you're precious little girlfriend is as good as dead" he said to him.

dazai froze. did he just hear this guy correctly?

"what the fuck do you mean" he replied.

"we have her and you wont get her back unless you give us what we want" the man said, beginning to laugh.

the reason for the conflict was money. the ex - ally organization wanted a big sum of money from the mafia, but they wouldnt it give up that easily, resulting in conflict.

"where the fuck is she" dazai asked, pulling out his gun and pointing it to the man's head.

"guess you'll have to find out" said the man.

two shots were heard in that alleyway, and for anyone who would have come even a minute after that, would have seen a man laying on the ground, dead.

dazai was angry. he was furious. this was the last thing he thought would happen. this was out of his control.

he ran back home to your appartment, calling his subordinates on the way and telling them to be ready to infilitrate the enemy's base at any given moment. he looked through every room in your apartment only to find it empty and deserted. this made his blood run cold.

at this point, his anger was out of control, anyone who stepped in his way would be dead, anyone who tried to fucking touch you would be dead within seconds. he couldnt stand not knowing where you were.

meanwhile, you were still in this room, head pounding, crying, and wishing you could be with dazai, when a man came into the room and brought you to a large hall, where he sat you on a table in the middle, and held a gun to your head, knowing dazai would come to save you.

when dazai and his subordinates got to the base, they killed everyone who they didnt recognize, all of the troops who were gaurding the place, everyone was as good as dead. walking into the main building, he saw you sitting on the table, helpless, and in tears with a man standing behind you and pointing a gun to the back of your head. dazai pulled out his gun and instantly shot the man, and coming towrds you, picking you up and untying you.

he hugged you as you began to cry, holding you tight in his arms, before setting you down to hold your hand and walk beside him. as you were heading out of the building, you heard gunshots, quite a few of them, thinking more armed men were to attack.

that was before you realised that, you were the one who had been shot.

one of the armed guards was laying on the ground, barely alive but has just enough strength to be able to point his gun and shoot you from the back.

you fell down, and dazai caught you in his arms. you began to cry in pain and agony. and so did dazai. dazai began to cry. this was the first time you have ever seen him cry.

"d-dazai, i'm sorry" you coughed out.

"n-no.. why y/n, WHY" dazai screamed, holding you close to him in his arms. he felt like he was drowning, he couldnt breath.

"r-runaway for m-me one day okay?" you said, tears flowing from your eyes, pain running through your body.

his eyes widened. he rememebered all the times you two argued about running away, about how you wanted to leave, to be able to start over with him, to live a normal life. he regretted everytime he told you no, everytime he postponed the time, everytime he yelled about it.

"y-y/n im so sorry" he said, breathing heavily, and tears flowing from his eyes.

"i-i love y-you dazai" you said, and those were your last words.

he felt your heart stop beating, and his breathing only became heavier, for he knew, it was now too late.

[fightingthetides]

Choices, choices x2 ㅡ the trio, yk who

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting||

As the protagonist continued their journey through the game, they've secretly triggered a secret route, the 3p route! If the protagonist can make the correct choices, there is a possibility of ending with either or both of the love interests.

[Route Triggered: The Mafioso and the Ex-assassin]

[Side event triggered: The Runaway bunny]

Over the course of a few weeks, the protagonist has gotten to know Pino pretty well, and one night, came across Ravein who happened to be visiting. Introductions were shared, and the protagonist started seeing Ravein around more often. Pino said that it was a sign that he was getting used to the protagonist if he was willing to be seen.

One day, the protagonist notices Ravein hiding in the trees, on top of a sturdy tree branch. He notices you and motions for you to be quiet. Not far away is Pino raging about something.

"Come out! I'm not mad, I swear! Just let me punch you once! One and done!"

The entire world knows that he will not stop at a single punch. Infamous around these parts for having a terrible temper, Pino will only stop until having punched his target at least 10 times.

Ravein had accidentally said something that set him off- probably something relating to his height. A rookie mistake. The man is determined to hide out in a tree until nightfall if he must. Pino's temper may be explosive and dangerous, but it normally didn't last for longer than a day.

He finally notices protagonist standing there, "Hey, Emi. Have you seen Ravein anywhere? I need to have a word with him."

Instantly point up the tall tree

Point in the opposite direction

"I haven't seen him, why are you so upset?"

"I know where he is, but tell me what's going on first?"

What will you choose?

[angryteapott]

"My Roommate is a Detective" was surprisingly enjoyable. For starters, I wouldn't exactly recc this cdrama- its pretty ableist, homophobic, and sexist, which I've grown to expect from tv shows, but its also openly antisemitic, which i admit was an unexpected blow. It's one of those almost homoerotic cdramas with a female lead which ends up diving straight into implied polyamory. The moral of the story is the REAL evil is the white christians we met along the way, which is a message I wholeheartedly approve of.

I loved the dynamic where our leads all fully admit to being morally questionable: we've got a corrupt gang member police officer who asks his boss before he arrests people, an amoral runaway rich kid trying to pawn off the evidence, and a blatantly lying mafia heiress journalist who condemns her father but namedrops him constantly, all using their respective roles to fondly screw each other over and threaten random people while nominally solving crime. It's a lot less self righteous than most cop shows or even sherlock shows. Mild spoilers ahead but I'm assuming anyone reading this has already watched n is just scrolling through the tag so-

Fully expected to hate the female lead given the discourse about her but she's amazing?? There's definitely some sexist abuse bits and weird homophobic bits from her but thats true of most tv shows worldwide. Her hitting the male lead came off as less abusive than usual cuz he hits her back they just both use pillows. The landlady stuff was sus but chusheng did it too, so they both suck i guess. And how can you not love her saying I'll defend u from your sister's three thousand soldiers if you agree to be my househusband???? That part where she's so down to play Russian roulette for lu yao?? Def implied that she DIDNT know the gun was unloaded lol- Also love that in canon shes really fucking bad at writing but lu yao is still down to quit his career for her

The ot3 was so funny too, with our resident "heterosexuals" constantly playfighting before turning to their stoic hot gang bodyguard to call the shots while admiring his abs and demanding money from him. There's never even a love triangle implied- just various romantic moments between all three of them and random others with little to 0 implied jealousy. They're definitely open to others is all I'm saying. Even youning was pretty chill about lu yaos ex girlfriend until he almost doesn't turn her in. She's way more jealous of chusheng's girlfriend loll. The part where youning and lu yao inform chusheng he's going to paris with them before simultaneously taking his hand and forcibly high fiving him is the cutest ot3 vibes ever, just two brats and their top nothing to see here

Honestly i think my favorite thing about the show is that according to tropes we expect her mafioso father to not approve and to force lu yao to prove his worth, but instead he instantly is like lu yao, my beloved son in law, can do whatever he wants and I'll support him but if his aristocratic family tries to take him against his will we WILL throw down, and bai youning has to take the classic role of suitor proving she can effectively protect her wealthy and spoiled damsel in distress. Its so cute

Anyway i enjoyed the watch but the problematic elements made me cringe out of my skin so I probably wouldn't rewatch

[dansedan]

5 fave characters?

I am assuming you mean like. From anything ever so here goes:

5. Tuco Ramírez babey. I love this man. I project half my life on this man. I would take a bullet for him even though he super does not deserve it because you know what I love him. I love your takes on him especially, when he’s clever and warm and really just human. I love him a lot.

4. this is a toss-up between two female characters from middling and unrecognizable mid-2000s middle grade books I read over and over again as a friendless elementary schooler who are absolutely fucking transmasc in my brain with no fucking leeway because this is my word of god: Stevie from the Sisters Club series and Hamlet from Total Tragedy of a Girl Named Hamlet. They built my chidlhood and they probably still hold up, both nerdy, quietly anxious in an internally biting and kicking sort of way, with great taste in super obviously gay little loser dudes and equally great hyperfixations and little habits. 

3. Nao Yasutani from A Tale for the Time Being. Oh my god what the hell can I say about Nao without sounding like an insane person. I scream at the thought of this girl like holy fucking shit you do not know how relieving it was to find a book as a kid that looked teen su*cidal ideation straight in the eye, held its hand through the entire horrifying monologue and then painted its nails deco-sparkle pink and sent it kicking. I love her with my whole heart and she’s an insane little motherfucker. Bald teeage warrior monks forever.

2. Theo and Boris from the goldfinch because. god. big fucking sigh. big giant enormous fucking sigh. these emotionally constipated idiots, these absolute starcrossed-lover motherfuckers. they’re very current, and very high-class-runaway-fantasy and very token mafioso but they’re also so very painfully real and poetic and beloved by each other. theo’s compulsive art knowledge is biting and I dote on it.

1. Pierre Bezukhov from the Great Comet. Listen, I put this guy on a fucking kinlist at my rock bottom before I realized I was trans. Before I came out to myself I wrote a fake listicle title that was basically “the lonely old neurotic bearded men that should’ve maybe warned me I wasn’t exactly very cis” because of him. there are an embarassing amount of videos of me cry-singing every one of his songs but especially dust and ashes and his part of the duel and that is only the documented parts. I read like, maybe four whole parts of war and peace because I wanted more Pierre. Fucking Pierre.

(honorable mention to every brian lee omalley character especially all the gay dudes I based my personality on for years mwah)

[misu-days]

Stolen Away (Chuuya/Reader)

Note: The reader is already romantically involved with Chuuya, even if their relationship isn’t ‘official,’ yet.

It’s been a few months since your last collaborative effort with the Mafia - which was just a nicer way of saying that you were a freelancer with a very specific skill set. Specific enough, even, to draw the attention of the Armed Detective Agency.

The first invitation came in the form of a physical letter, which you’d taken note of quickly enough. Though it seemed that the sender took your delayed response as a sign that the message was never received, and proceeded to email you with the exact same information and offer.

You decided to reply with a quick confirmation, this time. Though you had to admit that it was a little odd that the letter didn’t sign off with anything; if it wasn’t for the fact that the content was the same as the letter you’d received, you’d probably have no clue of where to meet for your interview.

Speaking of, the interview had been an unorthodox one, consisting of a faked crisis with multiple hostages and a runaway vehicle. On your way to the office (after said ‘interview’ had taken place), you were told that the last newcomer had thrown himself over a bomb in order to save the people in a building. Which was both concerning and admirable, you admitted in response.

You were introduced to the staff and found out who’d been in charge of contacting you initially. Atsushi’s voice was sheepish as he spoke. “Sorry about the repeated messages - I was worried about a mishap happening with the mail and addresses, seeing as you were…”

“Working with the Port Mafia, before this?” You smiled in reassurance, “it’s fine. It was actually quite thoughtful of you to do.”

The two of you were then interrupted by a dark-haired man, who’d proposed for you to commit a double-suicide with him before getting whacked on the head by Kunikida.

Needless to say, you soon grew to become a part of the Agency. You enjoyed the lively energy of the office, even if it sometimes called for a break here and there. You’d soon find your favorite hideout to be the roof of the building - simply because no one would find you there. Not unless someone prompted Dazai or Ranpo to guess, anyway.

It was certainly a surprise when a familiar redhead appeared before you. You briefly wondered if this was a planned occurrence. He was floating just off the edge of the building - uncannily stealthy and unfazed by the wind that threatened to steal away his hat.

“What are you doing here?” A grin pulled at your lips, “I’m at work.”

“You don’t seem to be, right now.” He returned. “Care to escape for a moment?”

From the amused glint in his eyes and his outstretched arm, you could tell what he wanted you to do. It would probably be the dumbest leap of faith so far in your career - and that was saying something.

"This is ridiculous," You muttered to yourself, suppressing a smile. "I'm gonna fall to my death."

Chuuya scoffed a little, mockingly insulted. "You don't trust me?"

You replied with a telling beat of silence, which prompted an unimpressed look from the mafioso.

He sighed. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.”

“What-”

You let out a surprised yelp as Chuuya swooped in to carry you away from Agency building, bridal style. “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you.”

“This is kidnapping.” While you were worried about the Agency’s reaction, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh - what was this, some romance novel?

“Your amusement suggests otherwise.”

“It’s nice to know that we’re not mortal enemies, even if I’m working here now,” You admitted. “I was a little worried.”

“Detective or not, you’re still you, right?” Chuuya asserted, “I trust you enough to not attack me, unless you really have to.”

And even if you needed to, you knew you’d try to find a way to avoid that. “I guess I trust you too.”

“Well that’s reassuring,” He deadpanned.

“Give me some credit here, I’m dealing with a forbidden romance.” You said dramatically. “It’s only a matter of time before they come and save me from your abduction.”

Chuuya scoffed. “I’m saving you from their sorry excuse of a wine bar.”

Your phone began to ring. You showed the caller ID to Chuuya; it was Dazai. 

“Don’t you dare answer. I’ll actually throw that thing into the river.”

“No!” You clutched your phone to yourself. “I’ll ignore him - see? Blocked and shut down. He’s dead to me.”

“He probably knows I was there,” Chuuya muttered. “Maybe we should rendezvous somewhere else, next time.”

Next time?

“Uh, only if you’d want to, that is.” He continued hastily. “It might be hard to get away and match our schedules at the same time.”

“I wouldn’t mind the hassle,” you disclosed.

“Really?”

“Yeah - I’d even evade my co-workers, for you.”

He paused. “That shouldn’t sound as endearing as it did.”

You laughed a little, “I’m full of surprises."

“Oh trust me,” he smiled. ”I know.”

[punemy-spotted]

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!! Yes hello, thank you thank you!!

I really want to do a self-indulgent, based-on-Bollywood-tropes fic with runaway brides and lightly mafioso family members. Maybe with Robb Stark as the LI? Richard Madden has been ruining my life.

Maybe I will. Maybe I won't.

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

[aion-rsa]

The Sopranos’ Funniest Moments

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The Sopranos’ genius was in telling structured stories with well-established themes, while still aping life in all its dirty, disorganised, contradictory, open-ended glory. The show wasn’t a drama, or a comedy, or a tragedy, or a farce. It was all of them. It was none of them. It was life.

Creator David Chase and his crack team of writers never lost sight of the essential truth that no matter how cruel, harrowing or horrid life becomes, it’s always laced through with laughs: oftentimes the laughter and the horror rise in tandem.

Here, then, are some of The Sopranos’ funniest moments, most of them enmeshed with the macabre, the monstrous and the melancholy. 

South of the Border

S1, E9 ‘Boca’

In the machismo-drenched world of the mafia, even going down on your girlfriend is seen as a sign of sexual weakness, and quite possibly – in the non-PC words of Uncle Junior himself – ‘a sign that you’re a fanouk.’

Apparently, ‘they’ think ‘if you’ll suck p***y, you’ll suck anything.’

Whoever ‘they’ are.

News of Uncle Junior’s oral talents reaches Tony from a gossip chain, the final link in which is Carmella. Tony’s reaction, and the way in which he baits Uncle Junior with the intel on the golf course (culminating in Tony singing ‘South of the Border, down Mexico way’) is equal parts childish to hilarious – but funniest of all is how this schoolboy teasing serves as the pre-cursor to a Mafia war.

As Tony later tells Carmella: ‘Cunnilingus and psychiatry brought us to this.’     

Guess Whose Back?

S1, E10 ‘A Hit is a Hit’

Christopher sets Adrianna up in a recording studio to help realise her dream of becoming a music mogul. Things don’t go well. Her new band – the woeful Visiting Day – is ready to walk after a long and soul-sapping session during which they’ve produced nothing of worth. Christopher wastes no time taking up the mantle of manager to convince them that the show must go on. It’s fair to say that being motivational doesn’t come naturally to Christopher. Or, rather, it does, it’s just that his methods of motivation are rather more violent than most. First, Christopher throws the ex-addict lead singer a bag of crystal meth and orders him to take it. When that doesn’t work, he takes the only reasonable course of action left open to him and smashes a guitar over the man’s back.

There’s No Place Like Home

S2,E4 ‘Commendatori’

Paulie is incredibly excited to be visiting the motherland, and arrives full of romantic notions about Italy. All of these are systematically stamped out, mostly by Paulie himself, of whom an Italian gangster remarks at dinner, after Paulie requests tomato ketchup for his spaghetti:  ‘And you thought the Germans were classless pieces of shit.’

Paulie’s beatific little smile as he drinks in the squalor of New Jersey on the ride home from the airport is pitch perfect.

It’s the Jaaaccckkeett!

S2,E8 ‘Full Leather Jacket’

From the moment Richie Aprile is released from prison he’s on a collision course with Tony. In classic Sopranos’ style, though, the torch paper isn’t lit by Richie shacking up with Tony’s sister, or paralysing their mutual friend Beansie, but by the fall-out from a spurned jacket. Not just any jacket, though: ‘the’ jacket; the one Richie took off Rocco di Meo after an adolescent scrap.

‘Cocksucker had the toughest reputation in Essex County, but he never came back after I got through with him,’ Richie tells Tony, as he gifts him the infamous garment.

‘He later died of Alzheimer’s,’ adds Junior.

The look on Tony’s face as he tries to look grateful for ‘the jacket’ is almost as funny as the look Richie later wears in Carmella’s kitchen when he  notices the sainted jacket hanging from the shoulders of the maid’s husband.

I Ain’t Afraid of No Ghost

S2, E9 ‘From Where to Eternity’

When Christopher briefly dies on the operating table after an assassination attempt, he returns from the brink of death with visions and dispatches from the afterlife. Paulie takes these reports to heart, divining in them a supernatural threat. Not only does Christopher tell Paulie that the souls of his many victims still follow him everywhere he goes, he also brings back an oblique warning: ‘Three o’clock’.

This cryptic curse has Paulie slamming bolt upright in his bed each night with a scream on his lips. First he visits Tony, who tries to lead Paulie back to sanity.

‘You eat steak?’ Tony asks.

‘What the fuck you talkin’ about?’

‘If you were in India, you would go to hell for that.’ 

‘I’m not in India,’ says Paulie. ‘What do I give a fuck?’

‘That’s what I’m trying to tell you. None of this shit means a goddamn thing.’

Unconvinced, Paulie visits a spiritualist psychic, who ‘confirms’ that Paulie is being stalked by ghosts. ‘That’s satanic black magic!’ rails a terrified Paulie, ‘Sick shit’, before hurling a chair at the ‘ghosts’ and screaming ‘Fuckin’ qu***s!’ at them. Finally, he visits his priest to tell him he’s cutting off his donations to the church on the grounds that he should’ve been protected from hauntings. I defy you not to chuckle at the baleful glare Paulie gives the Virgin Mary on his way out of the church.  

A Very Un-woke Wake

S3, E2 ‘Proshai , Livushka’

Livia Soprano – Tony’s murderously manipulative mother – proved just as divisive in death as she was in life, her demise precipitating a wake that was as awkward and corrosive for the characters experiencing it as it was rich and funny for us schmucks at home.

Tony never wanted any of Janice’s ‘California Bullshit’ at the gathering he and Carmella hosted at their home (or ‘that house, up on that hill’, as Livia would have called it). Janice being Janice, though, vetoes her brother’s ruling. She asks each of the assembled guests to share a thought, a memory of their mother, which – given that Livia was a sharp-tongued, anti-social harridan – doesn’t produce heart-warming results. No wonder the unknown man descending the stairs in the background behind them all decides to about-turn and get the hell out of there.

‘She never minced words,’ says Hesch, trying his hardest to accentuate the positive, ‘Between… brain and mouth… there was no interlocutor.’

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Christopher’s rambling, drug-fuelled, ad lib on the nature of existence, rebirth and doppelgangers is a treat, the sort of new-age snash David Brent might have conjured up while fully sober. The silence doesn’t last for long, though, not least because Carmella has spent the duration of the tense memorial knocking back booze like a cooze-hound on Spring Break, and is ready to unleash hell. 

Merry Stressmas

S3, E10 ‘…To Save Us All from Satan’s Power’

In the absence of Big Pussy Bonpensiero – taken on a long boat-ride to oblivion – the amply proportioned Bobby Baccala is the natural choice to become the new Satriales’ Santa. Except he doesn’t want to do it. He’s too shy.

‘The fucking boss of this family told you you’re gonna be Santa Claus,’ Paulie tells Bobby menacingly. ‘You’re Santa Claus. So shut the fuck up about it!’

The surly and reluctant Bobby proves a lacklustre substitute, an observation that’s articulated perfectly by Paulie when he says, ‘Fuckin’ ho hum if you ask me.’

It’s not just Bobby’s mafia colleagues that like to drop the F-bomb at Xmas. Even a little boy, unimpressed by Bobby’s schtick, issues a heart-felt: ‘Fuck you, Santa.’

God bless us. Every one. 

Two Assholes Lost in the Woods

S3, E11 ‘Pine Barrens’

The Pine Barrens was the episode that cleaved most closely to all-out comedy, pitting hot-headed anti-survivalists Christopher and Paulie against a runaway Russian they’d failed to kill. The darkly comic shit-show unfolded in the unforgiving, snow-filled foliage of the eponymous Pine Barrens, where Tony and Bobby were eventually summoned to rescue the hapless pair.

It’s hard to pick a comedy highlight from this episode, as it’s chock-full of them, but highlights include Tony losing it at the sight of Bobby Baccala’s hunting attire (if James Gandolfini’s laughter seems particularly genuine here, try googling some behind-the-scenes facts – you won’t be disappointed); Chris and Paulie noshing down on sauce sachets like they were a gourmet meal, and the following misunderstanding between Paulie, Chris and Tony thanks to poor mobile reception:

Tony: (garbled, on phone) It’s a bad connection, so I’m gonna talk fast. The guy you’re looking for is an ex-commando! He killed sixteen Chechen rebels single-handed.

Paulie: Get the fuck outta here.

Tony: Yeah, nice, huh? He was with the Interior Ministry.  Guy’s some kind of Russian green beret. This guy cannot come back to tell this story. You understand?

[line breaks]

Paulie: (to Christopher) You’re not gonna believe this. He killed sixteen Czechoslovakians. The guy was an interior decorator.

Chris: His house looked like shit.

You Talkin’ To Me?

S4, E6 ‘Everybody Hurts’

Artie Bucco, Tony’s boyhood best pal, is a regular, hard-working chef. Even so, he’s frequently seduced by the luxurious criminal lifestyle he sees lapping around the fringes of his wonder-bread world. When a business deal to promote ‘the new French vodka’ goes awry and Artie finds himself $50k out of pocket to a swindling huckster he decides to channel his inner Mafioso and get his money back the Soprano way. Unfortunately, his inner Mafioso is no more ferocious than that possessed by any average member of the show’s audience – as much as proximity to Tony might convince us otherwise – and he gets the crap kicked out of him. Before that, though, his little Taxi Driver moment in the mirror, complete with mid-life crisis ear-ring and mobster posturing (‘Fucking shoes you’re wearing. What are they? Designer?’) is at once endearing, pathetic and very, very funny.

The mirror is no accident. He’s looking at us, looking at him, looking at ourselves.     

Telephone Tough Guy

S4, E9 ‘Whoever Did This’

While Ralph Cifaretto is probably most widely remembered as a sort-of gangster Loki – a mirth-wracked trickster with a penchant for mayhem – most of his misdeeds were so loathsome that even the wider mafia disapproved: cheating on his grieving partner, beating a young pregnant girl to death, burning a horse alive (come on, of course that was him). Still, he did make us laugh, though, didn’t he?

No more so than when he pranked Paulie’s dopey-yet-adorable old mother in her nursing home (‘It’s a retirement community!’), announcing himself as Detective Mike Hunt, Beaver Falls, from the Pennsylvania police department. Not only did Ralph claim that Paulie had been caught pleasuring a cub scout in a public bathroom, but also that a small rodent had been discovered in Paulie’s rectal passage. ‘A gerbil, ma’am’.

Ralph laughed his head off.

Tony later removed it.  

A Truth Injection

S4, E10 ‘The Strong, Silent Type’

Drug interventions are worthy and solemn rituals – they certainly aren’t supposed to be funny – but there’s something delicious about a room full of self-involved sociopaths with no impulse control and an insatiable appetite for pleasure assembling to pass judgement on Christopher essentially for having no impulse control and an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Christopher is at least self-aware enough to lobby this back in the faces of his supposed rescuers, pointing out that Silvio likes to sample his sex-workers; that Paulie’s hot-head almost dragged the Newark family into war with the Russian mob, and that Tony’s epicurean compulsions will probably kill him more quickly than Christopher’s drugs.

From the moment a bewildered Christopher emerges from his bedroom to find both families – blood and work – camped out in his living room, the laughs just keep coming, all the way through to the (inevitable) explosion of violence at the scene’s climax.

Christopher instantly recognises the host of the intervention, Dominic Paladino, as ‘the guy who broke into Stew Leonards that time and stole all those pork loins.’

‘Yes,’ replies a sheepish Dominic. ‘But… that’s not why I’m here today.’  

Especial mirth-based mentions must go to Silvio and Paulie (the latter’s reaction to Christopher’s narcotic-related manhood problems is priceless), and their refusal to play along with the ‘care-frontation’. 

‘When I came to open up one morning, there you were with your head half in the toilet. Your hair was in the toilet water. Disgusting,’ says Silvio, reading awkwardly from what is possibly the most unnecessary aide de memoire ever written.

Leave it to Paulie to lay the smackdown on this particular brand of ‘California bullshit’: ‘I don’t write nothing down,’ he says, ‘so I’ll keep this short and sweet. You’re weak. You’re out of control. And you’re becoming an embarrassment to yourself and everybody else.’

Drugs are bad. Mmmkay?

Dead Good Food

S5, E7 ‘In Camelot’

When Junior realises he can get respite from his house arrest through attending family funerals he starts to exaggerate and exploit ever more spurious links to get him out of the house for a few hours. While all around him are wracked with grief, his is the only face with a smile on it, enjoying the change of scenery, enjoying the food, wondering why everyone has to be so maudlin.

In a darkly funny scene he happily extols the virtues of the spread while attending the wake of a teenage boy. ‘Chicken’s nice and spicy, huh?’ he beams at a fellow mourner.

A Grave Error

S5, E9 ‘Unidentified Black Males’

When Tony agrees to pick up the tab for the headstone of a New York soldier who was slain, unbeknownst to him, by his own cousin, his men manage to add insult to injury.

We see the headstone. At the graveside. During the funeral service. And it says:

Peeps.

‘Peeps?’ spits Tony. ‘It’s a fuckin’ nickname! His family name is Pepperelli!’

Silvio hunkers down into full middle-management mode. ‘They’re gonna re-do it. Fuckin’ J.C. He’s dyslexic.’

 ‘What’s that got to do with it?’ asks an incredulous Tony. 

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You could fill a book with The Sopranos’ funniest moments – Paulie’s rant about shoelaces, Bobby B botching a publicity shooting, Silvio’s poker-table tantrum, Little Carmine’s malapropisms, to name but a handful – so by necessity we’ve had to leave a lot out. What are some of yours?

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[tiredlilguy]

The Mafioso's Runaway [2023]|Ch.2|Stalking

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It’d been a couple of days since the coincidental visit of all of Dazai’s friends and a new unexpected guest. He was rather intrigued by said guest, to say the least, not to mention the ability they had. Water manipulation could prove to be quite useful to the Mafia in terms of defense and offense. However, a year in the Mafia and only staying around Oda’s rank was strange. The brunette would’ve thought by now that they’d be at least a couple of ranks higher, but no… they were at the bottom of the barrel, not to mention a simple bartender.

Dazai would not admit it, but he did find them rather interesting for his own personal sake: they were quite attractive, not to mention, they had their own secrets. He wanted to know more about them, which would be found easy upon sneaking into one of the Mafia’s file rooms, but instead of being so “invasive” he chose to do something just a bit more subtle. It wasn’t a step down to anyone’s eyes at all, but to him it was. That technique of getting to know them is stalking. Unfortunately for Dazai, he had a habit of thinking of constant results.

Results, not progress. That’s the life he was enforced to live and practice in the Mafia.

He had no interest in ranking them up immediately like he normally would with anyone with such potential. After all, they were close with Oda: a mafioso who doesn’t kill and someone that Dazai was close with too. Because of that, he had more patience for them. However, because of his habit as a Mafia executive, he wanted to see if they had the potential to kill: a bloodlust strong enough to commit a crime with no regrets or hesitation. He wondered if they had that same bloodlust or even just curiosity in the act of killing. Either way, he wanted to know more about them… and so in this case, he stalked them.

…

(Y/N) had finally had a morning to themselves, though instead of spending their time off, they chose to go off to the bar and clean. It was getting quite dusty, as the old man from before didn’t have much energy to clean it, let alone maintain it. Now that they had the bar to themselves, as its manager and owner, they decided to give it back its glow.

Putting on their gloves they started dusting the shelves. Restoring the bar to its former glory was what was most important to them, not to mention there wasn’t much to worry about in terms of management: as few guests would often walk in. However, preserving the bar to how it was before they owned it was important to them.

They’d taken a couple of hours, cleaning around the bar and getting rid of cobwebs. Eventually, they received a notification that a delivery of alcohol and other supplies would arrive soon. Walking up the stairs, they opened the door to see a truck and a man bringing in a load of boxes. The man had placed piled upon piles before taking out a checklist from the front.

(Y/N) had discussed the details with the man before signing off. However, as the truck drove off, they heard a noise, making them stop in their tracks. They took a moment to themselves, knowing they were being watched by something… or someone. Shrugging their shoulders, they decided to deal with it after placing the alcohol back into the bar. It was one box after another, stacking them on the stools and counter.

Eventually after placing all of the boxes inside, they went back out. There wasn’t anyone in that alleyway apart from a couple of empty cars that were parked nearby. (Y/N) sighed, thinking for a second about who it was.

Could it have been… no, it’s way too early for that, they let out a shaky sigh, still wracking their brain about it. It couldn’t have been someone they were terribly close with…

Ah.

“ Dazai, come out,” (Y/N) called out, crossing their arms.

To (Y/N)’s assumption, there he was, waving over at them from around the corner,” Yahoo…!” They rolled their eyes with a smile, offering for him to come inside.

…

“ So ya found me out, huh?,” Dazai spoke. He was lying over the counter, poking the ice cube that was in his glass.

“ You’re actually really good at hiding if I must say so myself,” they chuckled,” Though you did make a mistake by stepping on a leaf outside… or knowing you, you probably did it on purpose.”

“ I did,” he answered,” I saw you hesitate for a second as you were taking the boxes in. I wanted to try something.”

“ Dazai Osamu wouldn’t just ‘try something’ without thinking, now would he?” They pulled out a stool and sat across from him,” I think I know what kind of man you are.”

“ Guilty as charged,” the brunette sat up with a small smile. He leaned back, stretching out his back and letting out a hardy sigh. He rolled out his shoulders before sitting back up straight. (Y/N) stared at his drink, as he’d been fidgeting with it for quite a while. If they were him, they would’ve drunk it already.

“ By the way, I do have a question to ask you,” Dazai said, his tone a lot more serious this time.

“ Ok, go ahead,” they crossed their hands together, placing their head atop it.

“ How do you feel about killing others?”

(Y/N) went silent for a moment. They opened their mouth, about to say that they’d taken the life of another before. However, that’d reveal a card they were not willing to show to him. He had noticed their hesitation in their answer. Perhaps he would take a look through their files after this.

“ I am indifferent,” they answered simply, letting out a sigh they were holding.

Dazai raised a brow. 

Well… he certainly wasn’t expecting to hear something like that.

An answer such as ‘I don’t kill’ or ‘My hands have bled the death of many.’

(Y/N) noticed his curious gaze and sighed,” I am simply indifferent. You can imagine why many a mafioso takes up a job such as mine. It’s the simplest job, but you can get more pay than being an errand boy for a convenience store. Though, we also don’t get the easiest early lives just like everybody else.”

“ Hm…?,” the bandaged man shrugged,” I suppose. We all have our reasons for being here.”

“ I…,” they hesitated once more, they’d probably said too much already,” I am simply indifferent. I guess at that point a job is a job, considering I am a member of the Port Mafia. I have no preference whether I should have bloodlust or not. If anything, all of the sides are as equally insane as the other. There is no such thing as a perfect world where no one gets hurt, there is no such thing as a world fallen into pure chaos. This is why justice should be feared: it’s not the savior, it is a weapon. Even someone on the good side can end up killing someone from ‘justice’.”

“ What an interesting answer, my dear,” Dazai grinned,” My, you truly are different from the rest.”

(Y/N) raised a brow curiously, but let out a sigh, ignoring the thoughts circling about their head.

“ Anyways, if this has to do with a job, then a job is a job. I suppose I wouldn’t care if you were to give me one where I have to kill people,” they shrugged their shoulders,” By the way, are you gonna drink that?”

“ Not really,” Dazai answered with a small grin,” Y’know, I kinda just wanted to watch you use your ability. It’s so mesmerizing.”

They sighed in response,” Ok, it’s mine then. If you wanted to watch me do little party tricks, you could’ve just asked.”

The brunette watched as (Y/N) took the glass and quickly chugged it down in one swig. They swallowed, eventually their lips leaving the rim of the glass.

“ It’s not good for you to drink it all in one go,” Dazai teased.

“ Yeah yeah… I’ve been cleaning all day, so cut me some slack. It’ll be on the house though, so don’t worry about paying.”

“ Thanks then, I appreciate it.”

(Y/N) cleaned up the glass using their ability with one hand: motioned for water to come out of the sink and wrap around the glass. The water held the glass in mid-air as it swirled around it on the inside and outside. Eventually, it was rinsed off, and they let the remaining water carry the glass to a shelf. (Y/N) flicked their fingers together: the remaining water coming off of the glass and into the sink. The glass fell with a small thud into the open shelf.

“All right, it’s late afternoon, I’ll be opening up the bar in a couple of hours,” they spoke up,” I think I’m going to go home.”

“ Ok then,” Dazai slid off the stool, swinging his legs over as his feet touched the ground,” How about I walk you home?”

(Y/N) frowned,” I know you’re only doing that because you want to know where I live.”

“ Reading me like an open book, huh?,” the bandaged man shrugged,” I’ll have to say you’re the second person to know my true intentions.”

“ Who’s the first?”

“ That ugly redheaded shorty!,” Dazai seemed to be rather proud of himself for that nickname.

“ I actually like Chuuya, mind you. He helped me carry files one time in the hallway,” (Y/N) moved around to the counter’s door, opened it, and walked past Dazai to the stairs.

“ Ew…,” Dazai cringed, sticking out his tongue. However, he followed them up the stairs.

…

“ I never said you could follow me, Dazai,” (Y/N) commented, walking along the alleyways. They usually walked this way home: as it was quite easy to lose most of the crowd by taking the usual way around.

“ That is true, but you haven’t been protesting this whole time,” Dazai chuckled,” It’s almost like you wanna keep me around.”

“ I just want to take a nap… I’m too tired to prote-,” (Y/N) stopped themselves, hearing light footsteps. They placed an arm to the side, covering Dazai.

“ Looks like we have a visitor,” they observed the alleyway: there was a single pothole just a couple of feet ahead of them. They kept that in mind, deciding to use it for later.

Soon enough, a man in a dark green hoodie and sweats walked in with an intimidating glance. He had a metal bat in one hand and was toying with his over his shoulder.

“ Oh, it’s you,” Dazai brought up,” My men forgot to go after you, didn’t they? You neighborhood gangsters are always such a pain.” “ Afraid?,” the man spoke up,” You know we almost killed a couple of ‘em thanks to our ol’ buddy that you killed.”

“ He owed us money. It’s really nothing that personal,” Dazai only shrugged.

The man reached the two quickly, running up with the bat in his hand, raising it above him with his arms,” Well it’s personal to me buddy!!!”

Dazai simply crouched down behind (Y/N) as they quickly had the sewage pothole open, the water from the sewer froze up and became an icy blade as it went to stab the man straight in the chest.

“ Ah shit…,” he seemed to cough out as blood started to fall from his mouth. (Y/N) let out a sigh,” Sorry, technically Dazai’s my superior over superior, so I gotta protect him.”

“ Aw you respect your executives, I’m touched,” he placed a hand over his heart,” Ya know what, I’ll forgive you for the Chuuya thing- Wah!”

Soon enough, Dazai got kicked on the side, making him topple over. (Y/N) widened their eyes, looking over: it was the man from before. They looked at where their frozen icicle had been stabbed into: but it seemed to have only stabbed into clothes.

“ You’re an ability user,” (Y/N) chuckled,” Ah I see, so it was a clone.”

“ So you do have a brain there, sweetheart,” he had the bat from before in his hands once again.

“ I might,” the man raised the bat up once again to try and hit them, but (Y/N) quickly shielded it with ice once again. He quickly smashed through it, however, enhancing forward as (Y/N) dashed backward. They bumped into a clone of the man, who was carrying the same bat: copying the man’s actions from before. Once again, (Y/N) deflected it. However, more clones seemed to sprout out.

“ Hm… ok,” they said, standing back up and brushing themselves off,” Well, if there’s going to be more of you. I guess I’ll just stab them all.”

The ice that was shielding them quickly wielded itself into many blades, each reaching out for the man in different directions. Eventually, they heard the sound of one of them letting out a tired groan. They let out another sigh of relief, knowing they’d killed their target. All of the other icicles that were cutting into clones melted quickly into water and the blade that stabbed the man formed into more blades: leaving multiple holes into him as he let out a groan. They observed as he went limp, (Y/N) had assumed he was dead. They looked over to see Dazai who was standing up and brushing his coat off.

“ You good?,” (Y/N) raised a brow. They let their hand down, deactivating the ability as the corpse of the man fell.

“ Mhm,” Dazai replied,” You killed him really quickly. I’m impressed.”

“ I’m not a huge fan of chump assassinations,” they answered,” Not to mention annoying abilities. So I try to get rid of them quickly before they can actually do something. He was also really slow.” “ You’re experienced in combat,” Dazai smiled,” I’ll have to put a good word in for Mori.”

“ Gah… shit,” they replied,” Guess I can’t keep hiding forever. You’ll have to find a way to read me too.”

“ Hehe…”

…

Dazai had dropped off (Y/N) after that certain event. Afterward, he returned to headquarters with a curious thought. He’d return to Mori with a good word, but he also wanted to check their files. He’d considered it his reward for taking them home. Sneaking into the Mafia’s file rooms was quite easy, not to mention that usually, no one would bat an eye at him. He was an executive after all. Arguing with Dazai was like just asking to get a hit on you.

The Mafia’s file rooms were usually in remote areas: in underground bars, libraries, and such. All you had to do was just show them your ID and that you were in fact an executive. However, Dazai’s snuck into these rooms even before he was an executive.

There were files on everything and almost everyone in Yokohama, some were small with as little as a thin piece of paper. Others were a stack of papers with years of history embedded in them. Each file got updated and organized by intelligence offers who were sworn to secrecy.

Dazai had opened up a file cabinet under (Y/N)’s first name. They’d been in the Mafia long enough, so considering that there must be some sort of file on them. He looked upon the letter cabinet searching for their name. His fingers eventually reached it, but the file under their name was large… a lot larger than he was expecting.

Well then, the interesting person becomes even more interesting, he thought to himself.

Picking out the papers from their folder, he placed them down on a table in the underground library. He took a seat and let out a small laugh, snooping around was one of his hobbies. Not to mention, the person he was snooping on happened to have a lot more secrets than he thought.

“ (Y/N) (L/N)… the person you are,” he mumbled to himself,” Let’s see what you’ve gotten yourself into, huh?”

His eyes traveled through the files, reading every word. Eventually he reached into one that was placed in the pile recently: there were pictures attached along with several reports on the matter. He looked over it curiously.

On the top of that paper, it read a location:

“ Marseille, France.”

“ Oh my…,” Dazai giggled,” It seems I’ll have to go pay someone a visit.”

[chumpchxnge]

Continuation of X:

“Why of course, there is much cause for celebration.” It’s plain to see that the mobster is in great spirits despite the apparent losses they just suffered. The kingpin ambles along the path way, his cane easily tapping out a steady rhythm- an unspoken signal for her to follow. “Certainly from the perspective on the outside, it would appear as though we have taken a huge hit from our enemies but-” A gloved finger gestured over to the screen he has on display. As they watched, a distinct trail of red dots appeared across the outline of the layout. “Before our dishonorable competitors made away with our goods, I had my men take the liberty of planting tracking devices on them- this will lead us back to their hideout. Not only will we be able to flush out the rats, we may also stand to gain from taking what they have.” A pause. “Oh right: I knew they were going to steal from us. Which was why I’ve taken the precaution of shifting everything elsewhere. The ones they have on hand are replicas. So you see? Much to celebrate.” 

She wondered while trailing behind the mafioso if maybe there was cause for a polite clap of congrats, for while Jeanie was indeed in awe of how far ahead Oswald had planned the equivalent backstabbing from his side and their opposers, she couldn't help but note that he had expertly manipulated the situation to his control.

With someone like Oswald pulling the strings as much as one kingpin could, it was worth a laugh to think others would try to rise up and take what he had worked so hard for. It was with the repetition of his business savvy nature and sly cunning ambition that had risen Oswald so far, and though there was the possibility of it becoming his undoing, the informant at his side didn't exactly see his downfall anytime soon - not when he was this well prepared for adversaries to come left and right.

“ Aren't you worried about what others might say? ” The brunette paused on Oswald’s heels, glancing about the screen and those runaway little red dots, her focus keen, and arms crossed over the intricate lacework stitched into the front of her dress, nails tapping a silent rhythm against the cloth layered over the skin of her forearms. “ It’s not just them that we’ve, you’ve, fooled. It’s Gotham too. And you know this town, word will get around faster than we could snuff out the news. ”

Jeanie looked his way, to the curve of his mouth that sculpted a rather impressive sense of satisfaction, and the grand slant of his nose which she had seen upturn at the slightest hint of the negative, and perhaps, she thinks far too late, pointing out the fact his plot could hinder business as he is celebrating his moment, wasn’t her best choice of timing.

“ Are you...Not worried about other repercussions? ” 

[ao3feed-skk]

by ziasann

“Odasaku’s dead.”

Chuuya inhaled the air that had suddenly gone cold. Oda Sakunosuke was important to Dazai; Chuuya had already calculated much the weight of the mafioso’s death over his partner. Heavy enough for them to remove their obsidian coats and ties.

His reply was as autonomous as the reports he wrote for their missions before.

“Plan ‘Never To Return’ in action?”

In which Dazai nodded in agreement and beckoned, "Let's go."

His hair was bright orange, his fingers were bare, and he wore the last of his leather jackets on the night Chuuya betrayed the Port Mafia.

Words: 2226, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai mentioned, Odasaku just died

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Runaway boyfriends, AU where Dazai brought Chuuya with him when he left PM, Post-Dark Era (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Cigarette Smoking, Criminals on the run

[ftkisung-blog]

hi folks! it’s hayley here, and this is my very very tol bean who is his own polar opposite 99% of the time. he likes sunshine and fun times but honestly he chose to play on the wrong team for that bc he’s lowkey not a bean at all. you can find my plot page for this boy right here, but other stuff is absolutely welcome ^^

he never knew his father because the man wanted absolutely nothing to do with kisung’s mother when she fell pregnant

so he holds his mothers surname and honestly that’s ok

was bullied as a kid cause he was poor and didn’t get any respect from his peers because of where he came from

he stole for the very first time at 9 because he really really needed to prove his bullies wrong by cheating them out of all of their fancy collectible holographic cards

almost killed a suban gang member by accident

and had to runaway when he was 18 because of said incident

so he moved to dire strait, where he was lucky enough to get help from his only childhood friend, who had moved there when kisung was 16

but uh oh, maybe trusting a good childhood friend wasn’t the best idea

especially when he’s known to be the jealous type

bye bye sweet life, you didn’t last long

nicknamed kiss while working as a skivvy in tesla north, bc all the wealthy women wanted to kiss him and his name starts with letters k.i.s

only has one kidney cause the mafia stole it and sold it to pay part of a debt kisung’s former employer ( and former mafia affiliate ) had left behind when he was arrested

was personally given the option to join the mafia by leader crooked-mouth ( who was influenced to do so, by miyuki durand )

and was instantly made an apprentice to one of the older mafioso

though he’s still salty af about the missing kidney y’know

but he is honestly lucky he didn’t inherit his mothers alcoholism or his grandfathers gambling addiction

though he does wonder if he’s got a gambling problem sometimes, but nah kisung knows he does it for the thrill and the fact that he’s hella good at conning people that way

somewhat enjoys working as a police officer, because it makes him feel like he was able to do something to be proud of with his life, even though he knows he’s not exactly a good cop ( being told to become one by the mafia, does that to you )

as a police officer he is san magellanic, which is a name he had come up on his own when a false id and resume was prepared. san because it was simple and easy to remember, and magellanic bc why the f not? it sounds cool! xD 

[quess-writes]

//I vaguely remember watching the majority of the first season but I’ll try. These boys aren’t TYL! because in the GC wiki it said something about the person being 17 or younger also the whole virus thing didn’t happen in this section of the world or happened but ehhh? Dunno pretend the timelines make sense//

Tsuna

Tsuna is??? unfazed??? Like, his life was basically interrupted by a magical baby with hot flaming mafiosos at his disposal and fought against a futuristic dystopian dictator and space defying kid with a vendetta against his family that eventually became his best friend. So at this point this is just another thing that comes at him. He won’t care you have those powers as long as you don’t use it to harm people. I mean, he’s still internally freaking out but he’ll get over it.

You more so have to worry about Tsuna Protection Squad™ because they’ll either never let you go (Reborn) or suspect the hell out of you (Reborn and Gokudera) especially with that whole unconscious thing if you haven’t controlled your powers yet. Tsuna will ask you not to pull weapons out of people’s body out of nowhere but he’s pretty accepting after you explain your whole Void Genome thing.

Then comes the fact you’re a runaway prince. Like okay, weird freaky powers to pull a weapon out of someone’s bare body is fine but YOU??? ARE??? A??? PRINCE??? Tsuna is a bundle of anxiety and sweat help him. He thinks you’re way out of his league especially with your status, powers, personality, and beauty. Reassure this boy.

Mukuro

Out of all the ridiculous things in the world, he’d never suspect you had the Void Genome inside you. He already suspected you were of high class with your mannerisms (something made him drawn to you as a useful pawn) but this changes everything. He’s wary of you for a while but after calming him down, explaining your situation, and giving him some space he’ll become invested.

He’ll want all the details but will never let you use that power on him. Opening himself to you was already a hurdle and LITERALLY REACHING INTO HIS HEART AND PULLING A WEAPON THAT REPRESENTS HIM IS A HUGE FUCKING NO.

He’ll probably want to see the extent of your abilities and use you in some way. Nothing too dangerous but maybe the level Chrome went through. Also, he’ll think of your abilities as a useful two bird with one stone tactic. Because you can pull a weapon out of someone’s body, kill a shit ton of people with it until the host crystallizes and disappears - the murder weapon no where to be found with no evidence left behind. Don’t let him fantasize and tell him your boundaries or else you’ll have a lot of cold cases on your hands.

Gokudera

He is so fucking hyped but also a little scared. Morbid fascination, one might say. You aren’t exactly a UMA but nevertheless you are still an anomaly. Medical studies isn’t his forte but everyone knows about the Apocalypse Virus.  It was one of his main reasons for coming to Japan after all. So for you to reveal yourself as a Void Genome prince, he’s astounded to say the least.

He’ll want you on use your power on him (assuming you in a relationship already) to both show you he trusts you and for SCIENCE. He’ll want to record what weapon manifests from his body, how you would use it, if he could use it, and what other weapons are compatible with his.

You being a runaway prince doesn’t affect him too much but he gains mad respect for you. Being a runaway himself, he knows the hardships living in an unfamiliar environment - let alone escaping to another country. He’ll want to know everything about you and your power and may get too intrusive at times leading to many, many verbal fights. Have some patience with him, he’s just excited.

[dinoparadojico]

Mis favoritas… Marvel

A pesar de los últimos desastres de Marvel, la compañía ha publicado muchísimas historias que adoro. Estas son algunas de esas historias que me hicieron amar Marvel:

Runaways

(Brian K. Vaughan & Adrian Alphona)

Un homenaje a todas las películas, series, dibujos y ocaciones de la vida real en las que adolescentes se dieron cuenta que no podían confiar en adultos.

Todo empieza con un grupo de jóvenes californianos descubriendo que sus padres son supervillanos y continúa con una historia que pone la adultez como antagonista. Runaways mostró adolescente que hablaban y lucían como adolescentes, al hacerlo logró un puesto en el corazón de muchos.

Astonishing X-Men

(Joss Whedon & John Cassaday)

Esta lista necesita aunque sea una gran historia de X-Men y esta es una de las mejores de todos los tiempos. La historia empieza con Buffy Kitty Pryde retornando a la academia para jóvenes “superdotados”. De ahí parten historias que van desde lidiar con una nueva cura para las mutaciones, hasta reencontrar al desaparecido Profesor X y, por supuesto, salvar a toda la humanidad.

El talento de Joss Whedon brilla al escribir este equipo. Compuesto por personajes que se complementar perfectamente y nos recuerda al clásico Claremont. La fórmula no es nueva, pero la ejecución es impecable. El arte de Cassaday logra paneles que no necesitan diálogo para decir muchísimo. Además tiene un envidiable don para los rostros, haciendo de cada personaje un individuo.

X-Factor

(Peter David & Pablo Raimondi / Ryan Sook)

Si hay un escritor con quien puedes contar para siempre escribir buenas dinámicas de equipo, es Peter David. Mientras que por las oficinas de DC es famoso por Young Justice (clásico y moderno), su libro bandera en Marvel es X-Factor.

Este no es un libro de superhéroes, estos son mutantes que podrían ser definidos como “rechazados de los X-Men“, pero que Peter David muestra como personajes complejos e interesantes. La historia de estilo noir sigue los casos de la agencia de detectives fundada por Multiple Man, un protagonista con bastastes defectos. Pero la serie no se concentra en la trama sino es los personajes, ya sea en su estado mental o en las relaciones entre los miembros del equipo. También explora la sexualidad de los personajes y fue eso lo que llevó a que gane un premio GLAAD.

Journey into Mystery

(Kieron Gillen & Stephanie Hans)

Durante décadas, Journey into Mystery ha contado un sin fin de historias relacionadas a Thor. La que entra en esta lista es la historia de Loki más meta jamás escrita.

Loki, en un intento de reescribir su destino, muere y regresa como Kid Loki, una versión adolescente del dios que está luchando por ser bueno. El resultado es aventuras, romance, humor y lágrimas. Loki es el protagonista y villano de su propia historia.

El arte de Stephanie Hans es de la más hermosas que se pueden encontrar en una novela gráfica y el mundo y personajes de Asgard fueron perfectos para sacarle provecho.

Hawkeye

(Matt Fraction & David Aja)

Qué es lo que hace el Avenger humano sin superpoderes cuando no está siendo un Avenger?

Hawkeye está llena de acción, tiene peleas con mafiosos y persecuciones en carro, pero más que eso tiene a Clint Barton derramando café y haciendo un mal esfuerzo en no ser un desastre. Este es Hawkeye como nunca lo habíamos visto antes. Empezando porque hay dos: Kate Bishop aparece en el segundo número de la serie y además de robarse el alias, se roba la historia.

El arte de David Aja no es solo excelente, es experimental, y eso es muy raro en comics de Marvel. Más adelante, artistas como Javier Pulido, Annie Wu y Francesco Francavilla se suman a uno de los mejores comics que se han hecho.

FF

(Matt Fraction & Mike Allred)

Un spin-off de Fantastic Four que pasó bajo el radar de muchos. Es una maravillosa historia, dulce y llena de humor y esperanza.

Scott Lang ha perdido a su hija y ahora los Fantastic Four lo han dejado a cargo de un grupo de niños muy peculiares. Acompañado por She-Hulk, la reina Medusa y un estrella pop de cabello rosado, tomarán el lugar de la familia más famosa del universo Marvel.

Vision

(Tom King & Gabriel Hernandez Walta)

Siguiendo la idea de Hawkeye de poner a un Avengers no muy conocido y mostrarnos su día a día, Vision también es un interesante estudio del personaje. Pero antes del inicio del libro Vision pasa por importantes cambios: Perdió por completo sus memorias y se creó una familia de cybors a su imagen y semejanza.

El protagonista siempre ha sido un personaje extraño y aunque han habido historias que exploran su lado humano, especialmente durante su relación con Scarlet Witch, nunca se había hecho a este nivel. La historia es una mezcla de terror, suspenso y comedia oscura que te cuestiona qué exactamente es ser un humano.

Stephanie “nosoyungato”

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