#bsd college au x reader

[osxmui]

‘ life can be cruel , if you’re not a dreamer . ’

summary : you start your first day at the cafe, and learn of a certain bandaged barista, unknowingly kidnap his cat, but it was somewhat worth it when he and another barista come over to the cafe the next day searching for his ‘beloved’ cat and thinks that one of your friends stole it as revenge.

AUTHORS NOTE : hai !! first chapter is done, and i had so much fun writing this. unfortunately, i did struggle at some parts, like the rent thing and had no idea what to do for the plot😭 so, let’s all just act like its a good excuse and its just for the plot !! and characters might be ooc, and unfortunately for everyone, i highkey dgaf and this is for fun so if u come in my ask box to say “omg this is so ooc!!” YES I KNOW GET OUT OF MY ASKS I KNOW anyway if u do wanna be tagged in future updates, just lmk i will gladly tag you :3

GENERAL WARNINGS : reader is afab / fem, she/her pronouns will be used when needed. cussing (obviously), sometimes i will specify outfits but you can just imagine your outfit any other time lol , college stuff, substance abuse mention in other chapters, self harm mentions at times (dazai), dazais siblings r elise and yumeno, and oda, mori his dad.. the slowest slow burn of all of the slow burns, rare sex jokes because i can not resist, and just typical dazai behavior .. also, it has been awhile since i have written like this, so i might be bad at first so. um. ignore that.. + some time skips so we can get to the good part :) tried to speed this chapter up so we can get to the better part of the fic ! anyway, have fun reading!

you had set a routine for yourself once you left the comfort of your home for college; sleep, wake up at 5am to get ready, go to class at 6:30am, study after class, go to more classes, go back to your shared apartment around 4:30pm, relax a bit until 10:45, sleep, and repeat. you were not planning on changing that at all, until your landlord decided to up your rent, and you were forced to work with your friend, chuuya, who was working at a local cafe. originally, he had been paying the rent, and you paid the bills with money your parents gave to you as a little startup, and you could not pay rent with the money, and did bills until now.

you had felt bad for him once the rent raised, especially since the rent was now almost 1,950?? you possibly couldn’t let him pay by himself! so, you got a job at the cafe he worked at with your friend group.

and, you seriously regretted that after seeing how chaotic it was..

⌢ time : 4:30 pm . ⌣

you and chuuya were walking to the cafe after class. the heels of both of your shoes clicked against the pavement of the sidewalk, the sound of your voices quietly echoed through the air of the already loudness of the campus, other students chatting away and the sound of the occasional laugh registered in your mind.

“you’ll be fine, the cafe is a really nice place. you’ll do great, i’m sure.” chuuyas voice suddenly came through, breaking the momentarily silence you two shared for a bit.

you never really worked in a cafe. a fast food place? sure. but a cafe was new, but you knew everything since your mother owned a cafe, and you sometimes came over and watched her work. but this was new, you are ACTUALLY working at one, and doing all the things you saw your mother do.

“i know i’ll do fine, it’s just new, y’know?” you reply to him, but you were grateful for his assurances either way. a small hum left him after you spoke, and you could feel him offer you a small look. “just don’t stress about it, yeah? if you need anything, i can help you.”

after alot of talking, you two had started walking out of campus grounds and walked down the sidewalk towards the cafe, and you could see the little building in the distance after a few minutes of walking.

⌢ time : 5:39 pm . ⌣

luckily, there weren’t any customers since apparently, customers rarely came in at this time unless it was game day for the college, and then the cafe was packed since it did have a tv where they could watch the game.

but that wasn’t all that important, you were just glad that you didn’t need to deal with ‘bitchy’ customers. chuuyas words, not yours.

you were in the middle of putting on your apron as your friends spoke, their voices overlapping the faint sound of music playing from the speakers.

“god, i hate those people. they constantly try to one-up us with their deals and purposefully got a bigger tv for game day. you know, one of those days, i’ll break that tv in front of them..” chuuya grumbled, his narrowed eyes focused on the cafe that was actually across the road. if it was not obvious that he hated the cafe across the street, then the look in his eyes was definitely an obvious sign.

“oh, calm down. it’s not like they do it on purpose.” higuchi spoke, rolling her eyes at his complaint while she wrote on some of the paper cups, something their cafe made them do to show that it was a welcoming spot or whatever the manger said. “oh, they definitely do it on purpose. have you seen how smug they looked when they got that tv? what bitches.” tachihara spoke up, standing next to chuuya as they both glared at the cafe across the street.

“aren’t you all being dramatic? it surely can’t be that bad.” you eventually spoke after getting your apron on and went to help higuchi, who gave a grateful look and continued. “she’s right, it’s not that bad, you’re all being dramatic.” higuchi agreed.

chuuya and tachihara glared at you and higuchi in sync, the two boys clearly judging you both. “you two have no idea what those idiots are like. even in class, they’re so bitchy. i am unfortunately cursed and have a class with the freaky bandaged one.” chuuya sighed, looking back at the cafe across the street.

you sighed, shaking your head at your best friends words. “you say that like it’s a bad thing, he might be nicer than you think.” you reply, trying to be optimistic since chuuya did have the habit of being a little dramatic with his opinions of people. “chuuyas right, the bandaged one or whatever his name is, is weird. dude looks like a mummy of sorts.” tachihara had spoken up, also looking back at the cafe.

chuuya immediately scowled once he saw some of the workers from the cafe across the street walking up to their own cafe, a few of them in a group as they started opening up their cafe.

you looked up and watched, examining the small group of people who seemed to go at the same college. there was a blonde man, a woman with dark hair that had her hair in a messy bob of sorts, a younger guy who looked to be a first year with white hair, one with brown hair and glasses, and another guy with brown hair that had bandages around him.

“what are their names?” you whisper to higuchi, not wanting to interrupt chuuya and tachiharas glaring. “hm? oh, the blonde is kunikida, the woman is yosano, the one with white hair is atsushi, the one with brown hair and glasses is ranpo, and the bandaged one that chuuya hates is dazai.” the blonde woman whispered back, to which you nodded in response.

“they seem nice, why is that they’re hated?” you ask again. you were confused, the group seemed genuinely nice, so you had no idea why most of your friends seemed to hate the cafe. “oh, chuuya got into a fight with dazai a few weeks ago and their cafe and ours seemed to have a war of sorts ever since.” she had whispered back, shrugging as she continued to write on cups.

ah, you had heard about that. chuuya had come back in the evening one night, and said he got into a fight with some ‘idiot from class that looks like hes cosplaying a mummy.’ .. you didn’t know why you didn’t realize that until now, but it made sense since chuuya had an obvious grudge.

⌢ time : 8:27 pm . ⌣

you and chuuya were now walking home after work, it had been a nice day, the cafe wasn’t that busy, and it was a good first day. now, you were walking home.

but, you stumbled upon a pretty, somewhat fluffy black cat, who seemed to be freezing in the low temperatures of the night. you were immediately going to help it as chuuya followed.

you looked back at chuuya as you sat on the pavement of the sidewalk, then at the cat and quickly took your jacket off. “what are you doing?” chuuya quickly asked as you slowly approached the cat, smiling at how the cat was snuggling up to your hand. “i’m not letting a cat freeze up in the cold. i would feel horrible if i left this poor thing in the cold.” you reply to him, slowly getting the cat to come closer.

the cat was the sweetest thing ever, you could hear small purrs come from it as you gently pet it, but you quickly wrapped it in your jacket and slowly picked it up, smiling at how it easily allowed it. the cat was obviously accustomed to humans, and trusted them easily, so it was pretty easy to pick it up.

“come on, we’re going to the store first and buying it some food until we figure out what to do with it.” you suddenly announced, already walking in the direction of the local store. chuuya sighed, already knowing he couldn’t stop you when you were determined and simply followed. “you’re insane. what are we going to do with a cat we found on the street? we can’t keep it!” he spoke, crossing his arms as he walked next to you.

“well, we’re not keeping it forever, dumbass! just until we figure out what to do with it or some missing pet poster pops up.” you remark back, a small huffy sigh left you as you continued your walk, and eventually made it to the store.

the two of you walked into the store, both of you offering polite smiles to the workers who greeted you both. you and chuuya walked to the pet aisle, and went to the shelf of cat food as you held the purring cat in your arms.

“do we get it wet food or?” chuuya whispered to you, you shrugged and just decided to go with wet food and dry food. you were sure wet food was the answer, but you wanted to be safe and not buy something the cat wouldn’t eat. “get both, just in case, y’know?”

chuuya hummed in response, grabbing a small can of wet food and a small bag of dry food before you two walked to the shelf checkout area. you watched how he scanned the items and put them into a plastic bag, and then decided to spare him of trying to find his card and offered to pay (more like forced..). “grab my card from my bag, it’s in the second pocket.” you spoke to him, smiling at the sigh he gave and went to your crossbody bag.

he went through the pockets, looking for the card in the pocket you said it would be in, and after a few moments, he eventually found it and grabbed it, and went to pay. and after a few seconds, he returned the card and closed your bag, then went to grab the plastic bag with the cat food.

after a few minutes, you two were now walking home with the cat and the cat food. you ignored the cold air biting at your hands, and you were suddenly grateful that you were wearing a warm, long sleeved shirt since you definitely didn’t want to get sick from this. but the cat definitely seemed warm.. lucky.

“what are we going to do with the cat when we go to work?” you suddenly ask chuuya, remembering that you actually had to work tomorrow and you didn’t necessarily trust a cat you picked up from the street to be alone in your house. “we can give it to koyou? she’s not busy and can watch the cat while we work.” he suggested with a shrug, knowing that his older sister, koyou, could probably help.

you nodded in agreement, knowing koyou could be trusted rather than all of your other friends. “yeah, we can go to koyous house before class, and after work, we can pick up the cat.” you agree.

⌢ time : 6:15 am . ⌣

you and chuuya were currently walking down the hallway of a familiar apartment building, walking to a door that had the number ‘629’ , the same apartment that chuuyas older sister lived in. as you held the cat with one arm, your free hand went to the door, giving a few knocks.

after a few moments, you and chuuya could hear the door lock unlocking, and the door opened to show a woman with redish hair, and was still wearing her home clothes. “oh, hello. did you two need something?” she spoke up softly, giving a polite smile, and a curious look.

you both immediately smiled back at the woman before you. “hey, koyou. we’re wondering if you can watch this cat for the day, and we’ll pick it up after work?” you ask her, seeing how she immediately nodded in agreement and you handed the cat over. “sure, i can watch it for the day. just get to all of your classes, yes?”

you mentally sighed in relief, mostly because you weren’t really expecting her to be that nice, and she seemed to be in a good mood. “thank you, koyou.” chuuya spoke before you, giving his sister a grateful smile before she nodded and closed the door with the cat in her hold.

well, at least you got that out of the way..

⌢ time : 5:08 pm . ⌣

you and all of your friends were at work, you and chuuya had arrived first, then tachihara, then higuchi. all of your other friends were busy with night classes, so they worked the morning shift, while you and the others worked the late afternoon to night shift.

anyways. you and chuuya were in the back, simply talking while chuuya got a smoke break, but then, you two heard yelling from the front. you immediately went inside while chuuya shortly followed after taking a big hit of his cigarette before putting it out, and quickly followed after you.

the moment you walked in, you were witnessing the weirdest scene ever. dazai and yosano were at the counter, talking to tachihara.

“i already told you, i didn’t see your stupid cat nor did i take it!” tachihara yelled back at dazai, who was looking at tachihara as if he killed his whole family. “bullshit, i know one of you took it as revenge!” dazai replied quickly, clearly unhappy and was certain one of you took it.

you and chuuya walked up to the counter, and chuuya crossed his arms as he interrupted. “what’s wrong now, dazai? why the hell are you yelling at my coworkers?” chuuya spoke, glaring at dazai, who focused his attention to you and chuuya as yosano sighed quietly and just watched.

“i know one of you took my cat, there’s nobody else who would steal it but you and your idiotic friends.” he easily replied to chuuya. the brunette took out a paper and waved it in chuuyas face, showing a missing poster of a fluffy, black cat. the same black cat you saved from the cold so it didn’t freeze to death.

well, fuck. you didn’t really mean to steal this guys cat, and the cat didn’t have a collar, so you just sort of assumed it was a stray.

you and chuuya immediately shared a look, before chuuya gave a cocky smile, and before you could speak and admit you had the cat, chuuya cut in and looked back at dazai. “nah, didn’t see your stupid cat anywhere. but i did see another cafe down the road take in a cat that sort of looks like that inside.” chuuya lied through his teeth, shrugging as if it was nothing.

dazai narrowed his eyes, shoving the paper back in his pocket, keeping eye contact the whole time. “osamu, if they said they didn’t take the cat, then they didn’t. no need to be this protective over it.” yosano suddenly spoke, then dazai sighed and softened, realizing he was being dramatic, but he couldn’t help it. the cat was the only thing making him survive the hell that was college.

“fine, if you say that you don’t have it, then you don’t. but if i find out that you or any of your friends stole it and you’re lying to my face, i will—” he spoke, but you quickly cut him off, and decided to just go with chuuyas lie since you two were way too deep into this now. “is it really necessary to threaten? how about this; if we ever see the cat, then we can come find it and give it to you, personally.” you had cut in with a polite smile, noticing how he looked at you, his mood changing immediately as he saw an opportunity to be playful with someone.

dazai smiled, suddenly perking up and becoming all nice. “is that so? personally? how sweet.” he replied with a hint of playfulness. chuuya immediately looked at dazai with a narrowed gaze, wondering how the fuck dazais mood changed.

you, tachihara and chuuya were both confused on how dazais mood quickly changed, how it was like he changed in a blink of an eye. first, he was all stressed and frustrated, then, he was suddenly cheerful and playful? what the fuck?

“yes, personally. now, if you and your friend don’t mind, we actually want to work.” chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes, and dazai looked back at chuuya, seemingly calmed down and shrugged. “fine, then. enjoy your 4 customers.” he said with a mocking grin, then turned around, grabbed yosano and dragged her out the cafe.

tachihara watched the two leave the cafe in disdain, before the bell atop the door rang, signaling the door being opened and closed. “god, what a fucking mood swing that was.. jesus, that guy needs to get checked out and put on some pills.” tachihara mumbled, before going back to setting the coffee machine up.

chuuya was happily smiling once dazai and yosano left, clearly glad that dazai was finally out the shop. that was something he was grateful for. “we are not giving him back that cat until the end of the month, i must drag out his misery.” chuuya whispered to you with a happy sounding sigh, finally finding something to hold over dazai.

you sighed quietly, realizing that you couldn’t do anything since you just lied to that guys face about his cat, and was now holding the thing hostage. “we are so fucked.” you mumbled quietly under your breath.

you had no idea how you will keep your mouth shut about it, but it was too late now to go back..

small authors note : sneaking in my hc of dazai having very, very sudden mood swings hehe.. Though, i do apologize for how rushed this chapter was! just trying to get to the good part quicker ^_^ + reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated <3

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 — ♡ 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 ♡

I was having trouble matching you with someone at first because there didn't seem to be anyone who complemented your unique personality and interests well enough, until I considered Fyodor and it's like everything clicked together. Like you, Fyodor is also really introverted and doesn't like to go out often. He isn't much of a talker, and will happily listen to you ramble about your interests or show him what you've been working on recently, like a painting or sculpture. Being an INFJ, it's likely that you feel misunderstood by other people or as if no one really knows the real you, making you unable to feel a meaningful connection with them. Fyodor, an INTJ, often feels that way too. Perhaps the both of you could come to understand one another, and form a connection that feels like you've finally found something you've been looking for all along.

♡ Fyodor finds you to be an extremely interesting person! He shares some of your interests, and for those he doesn't engage in, you make him curious to learn more about them. You both bond easily over your shared interest in psychology and classic literature. He's also happy to talk about media analysis with you, and admire your collection of trinkets and art projects if you're comfortable with showing him. Your dark academia vibe is just super attractive to him.

♡ He'd find your collection of animal skulls intriguing where some would find it morbid, and listen to the stories you have about each skull. He had always found taxidermy fascinating but didn't take the time to learn how it works in favor of other, stronger interests (such as his cello). Hearing you explain the art of taxidermy to him so passionately makes him want to read up on it a bit so he can keep talking to you about it. You can expect him to come back a few days after seeing your animal skull collection with more questions.

♡ As mentioned before, Fyodor isn't an outdoor person, so he's more than happy to stay in with you for dates. The both of you could read together, or talk about anything and everything, sharing secrets. He doesn't watch shows often, but if you find something that sounds interesting, he'll watch it with you. It's all nice and peaceful. When it's just the two of you, he tends to stare at you like you're his whole world.

⋘ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… ⋙

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You've been noticing this boy who often hangs out in your college library for a while now. He's cute, always neatly dressed. Every time you come in, he's there. And when you leave, he's still there, always with a pile of books by his usual spot near the window. Sometimes you wonder if he has classes to get to. He seems to be permanently rooted to his usual seat in the library as far as you can tell.

The days pass by in a blur, nothing eventful happening during your time in the library until one day, a change in routine.

You enter the library and see that the mysterious boy's usual spot is currently being occupied by someone else. Strange. You take your seat by the other end of the table. Is he not here today?

Your question is answered by the sight of him coming over with a new stack of books in hand. They don't look too heavy, but he still seems to be struggling with them. You observe him as discreetly as you can, holding your notebook closer to your face. He walks over, then notices that his usual seat is taken. The slightest droop of the lips. It's probably a frown, but it registers as a sort of pout in your crush-clouded brain. Cute. He's forced to find another seat, and to your horror (or excitement), he starts walking over to your end of the table.

He takes the seat across yours, now directly in your line of sight. You try to go back to working, focusing on not looking up at him and getting a better look at his face. You both sit in silence, him engrossed in his book and you scribbling notes down in your notebook.

Finally, you give into the temptation and glance up at him. He's reading a book on...psychology!

"You're reading about psychology?" The question slips out of you before you can stop yourself. Your heart leaps to your throat, social anxiety kicking in. It doesn't help that the boy is even prettier up close.

His violet eyes slowly shift from the book to you, and he takes his time with answering, as if every word he says holds weight only he knows the full extent of. "Yes. It interests you?"

You nod, entranced with his eyes that seem so strangely familiar. You've got a good feeling about him for some reason, and not just because you've been crushing on his good looks for a while now. "I haven't read the book you're reading now though. How is it?"

He looks back down at the book, making his judgement. "It's okay. I haven't gotten very far." Then he puts the book down, leaning closer in your direction. A small smile. "What's your name?"

You put your pen down too, taking a break from your notes. Yeah, you've got a good feeling about him.

[desklog258]

Hi (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠)

I want to make bsd x reader series (I think that's how it's said-?)

I'll put the titles and summaries and if you want more, tell me and I'll try to do it as soon as possible. Even though my condition is not good at the moment - I would like at least someone to know about the existence of these works that I plan to do before I regret it. (Maybe I'll delete this later if it doesn't get as many visits because I regretted it. Yk yk 🥐 cringe And bad writing and ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE 😭 SO I'M SORRY IF SOMETHING IS INCONSISTENT. I use a translator but sometimes it fails me because of my horrible writing)

Niko x Reader "So what? I cry too" (Draft ready)

[School AU. bullied Niko and Reader. Soft and angst¿¿]

Warnings: slight blood. Bullying. Lack of empathy (Reader)

(Summary: Nikolai is new to this school. Because of his 'peculiar appearance', he ends up being the object of ridicule and bullying by a group of his class. He ends up being the clown and the amusement of everyone in class. Reader is almost new to school and faces bullying not so frequently thanks to the fact that they is no longer the target of any group (for now), for their luck or bad. They ends up meeting the 'clown' being bullied in the lockers like a typical school cliche. But something happens that leaves them speechless and Nikolai's bullies)

(15) PM Dazai x Reader "tear falls" ANGST

Warnings: mention of weapons, blood, and misunderstandings

(A misunderstanding arises in the Port Mafia when Dazai and reader fight over a misunderstanding because of Alise ( Mori-?))

Angel Dazai x Reader ........❗"I hope it's not painful"

[Warnings: angel, debts (Extortions), deaths and a leot of blood and grotesque descriptions (I'm not good at it so it might be mild ^⁠_⁠^) bear trap O⁠_⁠o]

(Surprisingly you have an angel as a guardian YAYY..BUT-.... it doesn't seem like he's 'such a good guardian angel' since HE'S SUICIDAL, including that YOU see his suicide attempts fail completely and you suffer your own problems because of your 'dear' father)

Fyodor x Reader "Midnight on the same moon"

Relaxing and soft Little little angst

Warnings: Uhhh distressed reader? Idk :"(

(You are a Russian from a small town with few boys and girls your age. Anyway. You don't seem to be very interested, but one day when you are collecting firewood in the forest, your marks to avoid getting lost are erased by the snow and you end up meeting someone you know)

(16) PM Dazai x Reader "Death in this alley"

Angst again ....? OKAY SORRY

(summary: you met him in an alley. You a stranger to him but his only salvation. And he a lover of death But with his eyes begging to live. You will take the time to save him? From his internal wounds and not just external ones?)

(18) PM Dazai x Reader "You care?"

Friends to lovers ♡ soft

(summary: after a mission you both have a fight and end up with confusion and confessions. And that's all because I don't want to spoil )

I'm still not convinced in this. But I will put the titles. (you can give ideas if you want (⁠^⁠^⁠))

Dazai x reader "everything beautiful has an end"

Dazai pianist and violinist x guitar reader "you know why"

Dazai college x reader college "You envy me? Why?"

Nikolai Asylum x reader asylum "snow in my white room"

Dazai PM (15) x Reader "You won't even notice it "

Dazai BEAST x Reader "sa sa samu" (Title reference to "La La Land" I know I didn't get it right, I'll change it when I have battery)

I POST EVERYTHING WITH 2% BATERY 💀

[luvbinnies]

volume one - organic chem quiz

warnings: swearing, organic chemistry, idk if you can tell but there's a lot of talk about the manga/anime bungou stray dogs (bsd) lol, mentions of fighting as a joke.

what do you know about me? m.list - two

note: yn's powers is like metal bending but also like they can make themselves magnetic (omg i shouldve named this magnetic wtf im act so stupid T-T, can yall tell i made the title up ast second i couldnt think of anything ahhh)

𐙚 What yn doesn't know is that they're academic rival since high school is behind their biggest fan account and how he saw them in disguise in a manga shop. What wonbin doesn't know is that his academic rival since high school is secretly his favorite vigilante. Yn decides that all is well and no one will figure it out.Wonbin decides that in order to finally beat yn, he's going to have to distract them from their studies. How? By flirting.

What can go wrong??

𐙚 pairing: vigilante!reader x civilian!wonbin

𐙚 genre: superhero au, college au, secret identities, academic rivals, someone accidentally falls for two people but its actually the same person (my fav), fluff, humor, potential angst, slow burn (another fav)

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[wrens-versus-the-world]

ੈ✩‧₊˚Maybe if I paint over my past with pretty lies I'll begin to believe them, and finally let it go ˚₊ ‧✩ੈ

M. list

(I will try to keep up with this but I make no promises!)

also I tend to post more on Wattpad so...

also, some of the links may not work (it's because I am still trying to fool around with tumblr and how it works :D. So if something isnt finished/ a oneshot then a link may not work)

(also I'm not sure where to formally put this, but I do read asks/ the questions (so if you have any requests I may do them if I have time))

Bungo Stray Dogs:

Fyodor:

A demon's promise (Demon! Fyodor x human! reader)

In which all you wanted was to finish up your homework and go to sleep.. at least until a certain demon showed up and made you an offer you couldn't possibly refuse

(Wattpad link) (tumblr link)

Osamu Dazai

Four Years

In which you come home to see your boyfriend, drunk, sad, and most regrettably contemplating his life.

(NOTE: this one-shot has some mature themes (i.e. depression, suicide attempts, and alcohol), so if you're not comfortable do NOT interact with this)

(Tumblr link)

Various

Books (Various BSD characters X reader)

A bookworm, seeking to get away from work travels to Yokohama, Japan for an extended vacation, only to be captured by an anti-ability organization *does not follow the main plot! BSD belongs to Kafka Asagiri

(Link to Books masterlist)

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Genshin Impact:

Harbingers

Intertwined with the inhuman (Inhuman! harbingers X Human! reader)

In which Y/n L/n finds herself intertwined with the inhuman. A lot could happen in two months

(On wattpad or here)

Ayato

"Aha no" K. Ayato x Isekai! reader

In which Y/n l/n gets isekaied into one of her favorite games : Genshin impact. The only plot twist is that she gets isekaied into the body of a high ranking noble in inazuma. that same noble is to be wed to the infamous Kamisato Ayato.

(On wattpad or here)

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Jujutsu Kaisen:

Itadori + Sukuna

Just a Dream | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna (soulmate AU)

In which a girl from our world sees her soulmates in her dreams but never remembers them.

(On Wattpad or here)

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Mo Xiang Tong Xui Inspired works: (AKA TGCF, MDZS, and SVSSS)

He Xuan

An Angel's Predicament | Demon! He Xuan x Nurse! Reader

in which a nurse summons a demon with some excess blood from a blood transfusion (for fun), but now he won't leave them alone.

(joking)

(On wattpad or here)

Ripples in the water | He Xuan x Shi Qingxuan (modern au... its weird)

Fate is cruel. Or maybe not as cruel as He Xuan once thought.

Or… Heavenly officials never reincarnate, until two do.

(On AO3 or here )

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One Piece

Transmigrator's Guide to Faulty Fan-fiction (various one piece characters x reader)

Synopsis: A tired person graduates college, soon after gets their dream job, and then gets isekai-ed into a fanfic they read as a teen.

Or, an aspiring chemical engineer gets isekai-ed into a college au one piece fan-fiction they frequented as a teen, making them go through college yet again (fantastic).

Located: masterlist for TGFFF!

[that-one-odd-shipper]

First post . ❤ .

🍓- Hello!! This is my writing blog where readers can ask me about my fics and aus, I'll provide progress updates on fics, what's on my fic list, sneak peaks, where I could take requests and many other things! If you didn't come from a fic, my user is That_One_Odd_Shipper on ao3 and wattpad.

🍎- My specialties are romance, agere fics, fantasy au's and fluff. I am not usually one for college/high school fics but one or two might pop out depending on if it is a request/random thought. I write both pjsk and bsd :) depending on if I'm in the fandom I could possibly write for that one if wanted too!! I also enjoy writing non serious/ crack fics sometimes.

🍒- headcanons of my fics or short stories in asks are always welcome 🥺. I love reading/answering any asks! If you have any fanart of any fics I would DIE to see them omg I love that!! Same for gifted works.

🫖- Omni, Quorioromantic and ambiamorous! I am a Demigirl and use She/Her He/Him. For the sake of going by my fanfic user and not the one I use for every other platform, call me Oddie!

Requests . ❣️ .

🌹- For requests, as long as I haven't already done it and do like the concept I will put it on a list. I will not write anything that I have on the do not ask list on any circumstances, and I do like rarepairs so all that goes. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!! I am a student, requests might take long times to get out for multiple reasons.

🍄- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE BSD VER- Minor x Adult, ageplay, R@pe, abuse, any sort of sexualization of a minor, Incest, non-con, Selfcest. For my own reasons, I do not write Atsushi or Junichiro with anyone over the age of 20 romantically. That includes Dazatsu, Chuuatsu, Kuniatsu... Etc. Also Dazaku and Aku x Higuchi are definitely nos for me.

I also don't write Fukuzawa with anyone romantically besides Mori or Fukichi, and ESPECIALLY not Ranpo x Fukuzawa. Same for Mori (yes I will write him). Finally I won't add onto characters trauma by adding to their backstory. For example I refuse to write anything containing the headcanon that Mori uh... Touched Dazai when he was a kid. Unnecessary added trauma to Dazai's already horrid past, you see?

💥- WHAT I WON'T WRITE PJSK VER- Any sort of smut is off the table for them. Basic off limits, selfcest, incest, minor x adult. I also will not do Toya x any of the Tenma siblings. Tsukasa x any of Leo need and Shizuku x any of Leo/need I won't write either. Anything else is on the table!! I love a lot of ships.

🪭- You can DM me to to send a request, or send through asks! I'll respond to it when I agree to write it or if you do it as anon, ask some questions and then post the summary of it with a link to the ao3 and wattpad story.

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🦑- OBVIOUSLY THIS IS FREE just putting that out there I'm doing this for fun, I don't expect anything back but some kudos/votes for the story and possibly a comment :)

Thank you!! . ❤ .

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

How about a musician reader x character fic? Maybe a singer who performs in a cafe, or a classical musician who plays in an orchestra, or who plays in a rock band? I dunno I have a lot of ideas in my mind but I'm just too lazy to write them :D What do you think?

So here's the baseline you gave me - a musician reader fic x character. Here's what I decided to fill in for this lovely fic- a fluffy bsd collage Au where the reader is majoring in music and has the side job of a stage performer. Then, because they would match well, so I decided to go with a Fyodor x reader. Hope this is alright!

Words- 1728 ~

Hearts Composition | fyodor x musician reader | (collage Au)

Music thudded against the walls, muffled only by the thick layers that hid backstage from the audience. The aroma of heavily worn perfume surrounded people in pleasant bliss. Waitresses and waiters swayed with heavy plates rested along arms and in hands. Carrying much-wanted foods and booze to awaiting customers. The collection of accents muted under the heavy beats of taps and clicks from the metal of the dancer's shoes. Picking up a smaller wooden, finely carved, and rather expensive model of a violin, stood yourself. With a smile, your hands trailed the curves and strings of the delicate instrument. With all the work you had to do for university you had truly didn’t have time to be doing some minimum wage job. Though you didn’t care much, if you could play something, it would be fine. You performed here every once in a blue moon. You weren't one of the performers, but they would grace you with the intermission on busy nights. Much like these nights, when the crowd was full and the people rowdy and in need of constant entertainment. You could soothe those shouts and demands of perverted drunk men; Soothe the cries of broken women and rich spoiled children.

Stepping onto the wooden stage as the lights dim, allowing you the bare minimum of the peeping moonlight to find the microphone located at the center. Inhaling as your anxiety turned into bliss, you waited. As the colored light flew on, you rested your chin on the soft velvet. Holding up the bow, you set it to the strings. With a final inhale, your eyes fluttered shut as you played a classical piece; one constructed for an upcoming project that was due for your music composition class. You had nearly all the string instruments you could play finished; all but the cello. With every strum of your instrument, the crowd fell silent, enjoying the break from all the heavy excitement. Even the children's chatter soothed down, so your instrument could echo off the thin walls of the pub.

Sipping nothing but a cup of tea with a small side of biscuits, a male leaned in his seat. Sitting with a pristine, perfect posture, he listened to the soft sound. The way his violet eyes slowly lidded, and his hair fell back against his face, lit his features in a urethral, almost divine light. His mind working to recognize the piece. As an up-and-coming musician, he had several classics memorized. He could join in by ear, or even write out the full pieces without needing to see the original sheet music. This piece wasn’t something he recognized, could it be an original piece?

If you were to open your eyes as you neared the end of the first piece, you would notice his gaze rested on you. Eyes open halfway with hidden interest, and yet, the stare was attractive. The blank look that hid everything beneath a mask laid strewn across his features. As you finished and stood up, surrounded by applause, he watched your every stride. It was funny, he thought he could almost recognize you.

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With shaking hands, your fingers typed within a group chat of other college students you had met and become close to. “I’m so nervous. I have to hand in that piece today. I pulled an all-nighter trying to decide on the cello part, but nothing sounded right, so now I might not get a full mark.” You could hear the whine through the text. When replies of good luck came to you, except for two replies, you chuckled. One read “could always just die before handing it in.” Another wrote, “I've got the wine ready.” laughing to yourself as you walked into the classroom and set down the folder in the bin. Glancing through the room, you took a seat with your head down. It was unusual for you to arrive early to class, but your anxiety with this project was slowly picking at you to just get there and hand it in. With twenty minutes till class started, you decided to pull out your laptop and listen to the recording from last week.

Taking out your notebook, you started jotting notes about small things to improve, and things you hated about your performances. You didn’t notice somebody else enter the classroom rather early. Carrying his bag, he set it down at one of the desks before the sound of a violin entered his ears. Sitting down he listened to the melody you had played several nights before. As the piece finished, his eyes traveled to the bin. Now understanding where you had gotten the piece from, he sighed. “You’re not half bad, you played a little flat, but it sounds okay. Becoming a flustered disaster, you froze glancing over to him. This wasn’t the first time you had noticed him in class, he was hard to miss. His completely perfect grades, perfect posture, and looks made him stand out. Not only that, but he had strong ideals and his debate skills could sway anybody. Though, you knew it wasn’t really skill, more manipulation. To add to everything his Russian accent stuck out with every word he spoke. “Could you play that again?” hesitating at first you restarted the piece.

He took out a blank piece of sheet music and started scribbling down notes. As if memorizing the piece, he tapped his fingers before bringing his thumb to his mouth and chewing on it. Tapping his foot as the piece came to an end, he glanced at the time before walking over to one of the room's cellos. His face resembled discontent as he looked at it. Looking to where he sat, you realized he didn’t have his with him. You presumed it had to do with the instrument being heavy and somewhat large. Though for somebody of his height, it may not be that big of a deal. Perhaps he didn’t want to lug it around with him, considering he had all of those other books for classes. “So uh, why did you want to hear it again?” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck as you watched him strum a few strings. He was checking the accuracy and pitch of the notes. With a contempt sigh, he shrugged.

“Your writing is considerably well done. I wished to try something that is all.” He did not shed a glance as he sat down and ran the bow across the strings. The sound was heaven within your ears, but to him, it was nothing but ordinary. The sound of a well-made expensive Russian model, the model he owned, was much better than this school-provided variant. As the melody played, you recognized it as your piece. Smiling slightly as your eyes sparkled. You bolted from your seat to grab your folder; the music that was due in 10 minutes.

Looking over the cello part you had constructed, you changed the key signature to hold a few new sharps and took away some of the flats. Boldly, you handed the male the sheet music and pointed as if asking "Is this the piece you were playing?" Setting the cello aside, he ran a finger over the bars with a nod. “So that’s what I was missing! You're a god at memorizing and creating. Now I'm excited to see what you concocted for the presentation.” You smiled lightly before placing the folder in the bin. “Oh, I never got your name. I’m-” he cut you off before you could formally introduce yourself.

“You’re y/n. I do pay attention to people who aren't a complete waste of time.” The layers of his ego began to shine through his solid expression. The way you'd called him god just then, was another layer added to the ever-growing ego this man had. He thought he was above everybody else; he indeed was. In every way possible, he was above the normal human. With an exceptionally sharp mind, emotionless facade, and a spin of extraordinary talents, he was a god among men. “I’m taken aback, you don’t know me.” frowning you sat back at your desk. Leaning your head against the palm of your hand with a frown, you clicked your tongue.

Coming up with a sharp reply, you rolled your eyes. “Please, who doesn't know the great Dostoevsky. You’re only at the top of our class. Correcting myself before you can, the top in everything.” He snickered his brows raising in interest. His lips curled into a smirk moments before breaking to speak to you again.

“Consider your words before speaking. That wasn’t exactly the best wording to say "I'm better than everybody at everything.” It took you several seconds to realize what had gone through his head. Of course, he understood what you were saying, but he also managed to nitpick everything.

Blushing you placed your hands in front of your face. “I didn't think about it because that’s not what I was saying!” he snickered again. Listening to him stand you peeked from your hands to watch him set away the cello and bow.

“How often do you perform at that pub?” He switched the discussion relatively quickly. But with the sudden pause of your reaction and the setting away of the instrument, it flowed nicely with the conversation.

“Once or twice a month?” You answer honestly. A bit upset by the lack of real performances you had.

“Next time, I'll reserve something, and we’ll set something up. I want to see if you can play something… difficult.” It wasn't much of a question, more a demand. Nodding you wrote down your number, sliding it to the student with a smile as the bell rang.

For the next week, the two of you met in the unused rooms Fyodor managed to snag for practicing. He often shook his head at your way of playing. He did compliment the several different instruments you would take with you. From the cello to the violin, there wasn’t much you couldn’t play. Each was expertly designed and crafted to fit your arm length and height. Custom made and shipped from all over the world. Eventually, it became a routine, going to his concerts as he attended yours. While you praised how good he was, he would find the smallest mistakes to condemn you about.

[saykamachuhirik]

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If you look at the result, there are two options that scored the same number of votes. I decided to combine them (although I originally planned to) So the AU will be called #bsd x reader misthicism AU !

You (the readers of this comic ) will be some heroes of this story . And how it will develop depends on you . When the part under the comic itself is posted, there will be a vote with the proposed actions in this situation. Voting lasts a week . Based on the results, I draw further)

Well, now let's start))

At the college where you study, a festival was held, at which there was a theatrical production, whose motive was based on the horror stories of this institution. While you were cleaning up during the rehearsal in the pantry, you found a strange thing. Is it a crystal or a compass?

[narrators-journal]

Could I request a BSD lovecraft x short(4”11) female reader

Soulmate au

Fluff to smut plz

And could lovecraft use his ability in the smut part?

It's not exactly what you asked for, but I hope it's still enjoyable! It was a fun bit of a challenge for me, I enjoyed it. Also, thanks for sending in an ask for this, I appreciate you humoring my weirdness <3

CW: Tentacles, size difference, technically teratophilia

Tagged: @ravenina14

Checking the clock, you saw that it was nearly morning, sighing heavily at that fact. Part of you wanted to say fuck it and go through until the next night, but your stomach twisted and coiled like a spring about to pop, you were far too high strung from a mixture of energy drinks and stress to sleep at the moment. So, with a sigh, you ran a (s/c) hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair and sat back in your desk chair.

For a moment, you just sat there in your room, thinking about all of the weirdness in your life instead of all of the college work you still had to do. First, you'd lived since the age of eighteen with the name 'Howard P. Lovecraft' stamped across your lower back, a soul mate mark, meaning that was the name of your forever partner. Second, the man assigned that odd name was equally odd. So, fate had assigned you to a man that you were pretty sure wasn't quite human, or at least he had a very out there ability, to spend your life with. Finally, you'd met said man when you saw him walk out of the ocean one day as you went to the store. Not exactly your usual meet-cute.

That wasn't to say your soul mate wasn't attractive, though. He had that same sort of charm one might find from Illumi Zoldyck, with long, wavy black hair, tired, dark eyes like the darkest parts of the ocean, and pale skin, he also could look a lot like the anime character. Though Lovecraft was likely taller than him, and a little more oblivious. Either way, he was cute, in an awkward way, so you weren't upset to have him as a partner, just amused by the oddity of the situation. In fact, remembering him had brought a good idea to your head.

So with that, you pushed yourself up from your chair to stretch before heading out to the living room, where Lovecraft laid on your couch like a corpse in a casket, watching the television in a stiff mimicry of what you showed him when teaching him how to relax there when the two of you had first begun to settle into your new normal.          "Lovecraft," you said, getting a mixture of a groan and a hum from the low energy man, "I need cuddles," Without a word, he lifted his lanky arms and let you flop onto his chest before laying his limbs back as they were, barely looking up from the ocean documentary on the television. Either way, the simple affection made you sigh as your tense body soaked up the comfort. However, the cuddles and the sounds of the documentary didn't seem to quite reach that knot of tension in your soul, much to your annoyance.

After a few attempts to get comfortable in your lanky boyfriend's arms on the couch, attempting to find the best possible position for comfort, you sighed, brushing your bangs from your face and just blandly watching what was on the television in defeat,           "Are you okay, (y/n)?" Lovecraft asked, turning his dark eyes to you at last, seeming to read your body language in a single, barely-blinking look since he began rubbing small circles into your back like you'd done to him a few times when he was grumpy after working with the Guild. And while you appreciated the gesture, it did little to help you relax as much as you needed.           "I'm a bit stressed out from college, but I can't seem to unwind enough to sleep." You admitted, dropping your head onto his shoulder sadly.          "I'm sorry about that," he muttered, his deadpan voice doing nothing to convince you that he was honest, which he likely wasn't, but you'd gotten used to his aloof manner, "Maybe you could take a bath? Those are said to be relaxing." he offered, but you simply skewed your mouth to the side at the idea. It wasn't like the idea was really off-putting, you just didn't want to get up and go through all that work. Though, it did give you an idea.

Turning your (e/c) eyes up to the pale, dark-haired man you called your soulmate, moving so you straddled him and tried to project as much seductive charm as your little body could produce,          "Y'know, there's another way to destress that I could try~" as you spoke, making your best bedroom eyes at the oblivious man, you toyed with the collar of his shirt. When he didn't take the hint, you gave him a swift kiss, swiftly moving your kisses from his mouth down to his neck, which seemed to clarify your meaning to the pale man.

He put a hand on your shoulder to stop you, encouraging you to sit up,            "I thought copulation was for breeding, and you didn't want a child." Copulation. You sometimes wanted to smack your soulmate with a book. But, you refrained, simply snorting instead,            "No, Lovecraft, sex can be for fun as well." You assured, "just don't cum inside me and no children shall be created." He hummed at your words, but you took the chance to slip your hands under his shirt, trying to maybe convince him to help you out, but he once again stopped your advances,            "While I wouldn't mind having fun, I'd prefer to not lose my clothing." He hummed, earning another huffy expression from you, but you sighed again, your expression of slight annoyance softening,           "Do you just not want to do anything? You can say so," You watched Lovecraft contemplate your question, then replied in his low energy, low voice,           "No, I don't mind having...sex," he tried, making you smile at the way he seemed to learn from you, "I just do not want to strip,"

After that, you laid back against him, contemplating what to do. Sex was likely the best way to exhaust yourself and relax in a timely manner, but Lovecraft kind of needed to be at least somewhat naked for that to happen. After a moment of thinking, you came upon a compromise, a coy smile returning to your (s/c) face as you turned back to Lovecraft with the biggest, most pleading doe eyes you could manage,         "Lovecraft," he simply hummed in response, "can you do that...thing you did a while back, partially activate your power or whatever you do?" He once again looked down at you, his dark eyes seeming to almost absorb the flickering light of the television, adding a small bit of sparkle to the deep sea color of them.

While he thought, you admired his eyes, coming back to reality when he spoke again,         "That is a creative solution," he admitted, his arms still loosely draped around you while you smiled,         "So will you help me?" He gave a careful nod, turning a bit pink it seemed, though you couldn't confirm in the darkness of the living room. Either way though, you took the compromise and pulled your clothes off, enjoying the way Lovecraft's dark eyes took in every inch of your (s/c) body as you stripped, staying in his lap as much as possible while you did. Then, you laid back on him and pressed your lips to his.

The dark-haired man still needed to perfect his kisses, but you didn't mind, the feeling of his altered arm coiling around your thigh, stroking the soft skin while you wriggled your hips and held the kiss until you needed air.

After that, you just laid on your partner's chest, raising your hips slightly so one of the thick tendrils could run along your entrance, sending a small ripple of electricity through you. The feeling increased when the appendage began to explore a bit, focusing its movements on the spots that got the most mewls and shudders out of you. Lovecraft might've been a bit oblivious to humanoid activities, but he sure did learn quickly.

Thankfully though, he didn't abuse that knew knowledge. He toyed with you, caressing your thigh and stroking you only until you were properly riled up into a panting mess of soft moans. Once you were gripping his shirt like you might burn up if you let go, he took the hint and gently pushed a tentacle into you.

The feeling of being full made you moan loudly, pushing yourself back onto him to drive him deeper to hit that sweet spot within you. He let you fuck yourself on him, watching you moan and mewl whenever he managed to hit those special spots.

Already, you were getting weak, each thrust of the tentacle sending a wave of heat through your body, clouding your mind with lust. The feeling increased when you felt a second appendage slither beneath you to grope at your breasts, another slipping between your slick-covered thighs to once again toy with that sensitive bundle of nerves that made you gasp and claw into his shirt tighter.

With so much attention to your sensitive areas, your body felt like it was on fire. Pleasure burned through your veins, turning your body to jelly. All the while, a bubble built in your stomach, increasing with each fresh wave of euphoria sent through you when Lovecraft hit your g-spot. Each wave continued to make you moan and hum lost in the tide of it until that bubble in your stomach finally burst, making you bury your face in your soulmate's neck as you came.

After that, the lightning bolts of pleasure ebbed, leaving your legs as stable as spaghetti noodles that gave out almost the moment Lovecraft retracted his tendrils. Without them, you let yourself turn into a puddle on his chest, quivering and completely satisfied after so long of working. So, without any other demands, you simply let your (e/c) eyes drift shut as grey light was beginning to seep in through the windows. It was a nice change of pace to fall asleep to the sounds of ocean documentaries as dawn approached.

[osxmui]

‘ you must be haunting me . ’

featuring : dazai osamu .

summary : you, as a college student, decided to get a job at a local cafe that your friend group worked at. yet, nobody told you that they were in a fight of sorts with another cafe, and the fact that the other cafe had such cute baristas.

AUTHORS NOTE : hello.. this is my first fanfic in a long time, and my first writing post! as a heads-up to amab + masc guys, i unfortunately write for afab n fem readers 😅 but anyways, i will update the wc as we go and the chapters (i’ll start off with four chapters and i’ll add more as we go), mostly because I’m just writing this as we go through this timeline ^_^ though, i genuinely hope you guys enjoy this au as much as i do ! i adore cafe aus, and i just couldn’t help myself with this. i also should mention that the cafes are named after flowers !

REGARDING THE LAST PART OF THE AUTHORS NOTE : okay so, let me specify which cafes are which, and i’ll add onto this as we go and we find more cafes hehe. calla cafe -> pm cafe (aka the one you’re in) , dahlia cafe -> ada cafe

( wc : 3k )

01 . . . life can be cruel, if you’re a dreamer.

02 . . . ?

03 . . . ?

04 . . . ?

[shakespearesdrugdealer]

Le Masterlist

Hi! The masterlist will get updated as I keep writing :)

I write both SFW and NSFW content so they are tagged and labeled appropriately.

So minors, DNI with those that are not written for you or we're fighting (ง •_•)ง

Posts with the 🔞 tag= nsfw/mature themes.

Minors/anyone uncomfortable with such content, do block that tag :)

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Multiple Characters:

🍀 Using nicknames with JJK characters- A headcanon list (pure fluff)

🍀 Using nicknames with JJK characters (Part 2)- A headcanon list (fluff & crack)

🍀 JJK characters as John Mulaney quotes- this one's just a meme

🍀 JJK characters celebrating 4/20- A headcanon list (crack)

Gojo Satoru:

🍀Just friends- A college/fwb AU with Gojo🔞

🍀 Spin the Bottle- A fluffy one-shot with Gojo

Megumi Fushiguro:

🍀It's a love a little too good- A bit of !yandere Megumi angst

🍀 Can't Sleep- A teeny Megumi drabble (pure fluff)

🍀 Jealousy jealousy- Megumi comforting their s/o when they are jealous of other girls

🍀 Just let me- Friends to lovers one-shot (angst+fluff)

🍀 Anything for you- Megumi and you get separated and it's really not any of your faults (Mostly Angst + fluff)

🍀 To the cold nights- One bed trope, mutual pining, and a bunch of fluff

Nobara Kugisaki:

🍀 Dating Nobara looks like- A headcanon list 🔞

Bungo Stray Dogs:

Multiple Characters:

🍀BSD characters playing Among Us- A Crack headcanon

🍀 Facetiming with them- fluff ft Dazai, Ranpo, Akutagawa and Atsushi

Dazai Osamu:

🍀 An Apology- Dazai x fem!reader (A one-shot date with this mess of a man)🔞

🍀 Dazai comforting his s/o having some bad thoughts (hurt/comfort + fluff)

🍀 Adopting Q with Dazai (fluff & crack)

🍀 Adopting Kenji with Dazai (fluff & crack)

Doppo Kunikida

Kunikida with a workaholic s/o (fluff)

Sakunosuke Oda:

🍀Peony for your thoughts- !Florist Oda AU (fluffy one-shot)

Miscellaneous writing :)

🍀64 more to go- A fluffy piece I wrote with no particular character in mind.🔞

Picture credits:

The jjk one-@tansan1010 on twitter (https://twitter.com/tansan1010/status/1333396906047795200?s=21)

The bsd one- by slezzy7 on deviantart (https://www.deviantart.com/slezzy7/art/Armed-Detective-Company-Bungou-Stray-Dogs-V2-616395186)

[moonlitxraven]

Idea dump for when I finally get that motivation/drive to write:

Sugar daddy! Poe (Poe x College Student! Reader?)

Scout! Ranpo with Captain Levi (BSDxAOT crossover)

No Longer Human quotes (Dazai x Reader series)

Baking cookies for the ADA (Jealous! Ranpo x Reader)

Watching “Moriarty the Patriot” (Jealous! Ranpo x Reader)

Driving lessons (Chuuya x Reader)

Motorcycle buddies (Chuuya x Reader)

BSD Mayoi struggles (semi-crack fic???)

Gravity’s Sorrow (BNHA crossover? Tainted ability! Reader)

Staying hydrated (Ranpo x Reader)

Fanfic writer! Poe (Poe x Reader)

Hot Wiring (Denki x Reader)

Sharp Shooter (Poe x Reader)

Gravity Battle (Uraraka vs OC)

Baby Brother (Megumi, Gojo, Baby)

Found Family (Levi, Gabi, Falco)

Back Rubs (Ranpo x Reader)

Euphoria(???) (Junpei x Transfer Student! Reader)

Morphine and Misery (Ranpo x Reader; shared pain au)

Illogical (Ranpo x Reader; college au)

How not to use Ultra Deduction (Ranpo x Reader; baker au, childhood friends au)

Beg ( Shinichiro x Reader nsfw)

Nighttime Routine (Ranpo x Reader)

Love Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan (Uramichi x Reader)

The Jeweler (Waka x Reader)

Study Hall Kisses (Waka x Reader; college au?)

The Better Version (Jealous!Bakugou x Reader ft Inuzuka)

Radiant (Idia x Reader; gamer au)

Completed! list:

Piercings (Tachihara x Reader) Hair Straightening (Chuuya x Reader)

[chizue-witchery]

Main masterlist

AO3

Coffee Shop - BSD

Non-Binary Coming Out

Rejection

"My pronouns are they/them"

Female!Character x Female!Reader

Secret Crush

Kissing under the Rain

College AU

Supportive Siblings

Humiliation

Clothes Swap

Neighbour AU

Running Away

Love Hints

Questionning

Pride Parade

Snow Storm

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

"You're disgusting. Get out."

Body Positivity

"I fell asleep texting you because I didn't want to say goodbye..."

Bad Ending — My Journal Entries

Fandom: Original Work

Summary: To whomever may find this, I have already been turned into a zombie or I lost this journal.

I hope it's not the latter; this journal is something very dear to me.

Family Dinner

Same gender marriage

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Hey Lu!♡♡

Saw this post and thought, why not send in a req!

I'm not into genshin, but I'm still v much into bsd, so can I req a dazai x reader where the reader is a fresher in clg? Honestly, anything dazai x reader is lovely :D

Only if ur okay, ofc♡♡ and if u do write this, it can be any format!

Lots n lots of love,

Teacup♡

Thank you for the request!

College au!

(I’m a sucker for these au’s T_T)

Dazai x reader

Freshmen in college (AU!)

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Little scenario + Hc’s

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I believe interactions with a college Dazai would be dictated by relationship status/how it progressed.

So for the purpose of hc’s friends to lovers :)

Dazai’s a social menace

He’s a smooth talker, he’s attractive, intelligent (even if his grades don’t show it)

He’s one of those “I’ll show up to classes for the test, ace it and be fine” mentalities

He’s not a note-taker, and on rare occasions where he actually shows he’s more or less dozing off.

He prefers individual studies despite his seemingly social nature.

With that out of the way, your relationship.

There are a ton of ways that possibly got you two together.

Most likely from a common interest, probably something on a more chaotic side.

Dazai will, if you can’t attend a lesson, go for you.

He’s sweet like that.

He’s a little lazy though-

He will help you with your workload, especially if you're stuck, all because he wants your attention on him, not the work-

He likes late-night drinks, late-night movie nights, late-night cuddles ETC.

Even if he’s in a different year, he’s just as sweet, possibly sweeter than if you were in the same year.

If you plead enough, he might spend free time with you at the library, so you can better write a paper.

He could be described as a little clingy, but it’s just his way of making sure you know he cares… he’s not the best at expressing feelings.

Scenario below the cut

A yawn left Dazai’s lips, eyes half-lidded with his head on your lap. Your hand rubbed through his hair, playing with it enjoying the soft feeling. He shifted around here and there as you read through a textbook for a class. He always looked younger, less tired, more put together when he was on the verge of sleep, or when he was relaxed with his walls completely down for you. It had taken months of trust and getting to know each other before Dazai was able to be this vulnerable with you.

Dazai reached as if he were stretching to conveniently knock the book from your hands. “Ah, whoops, apologies, I’m so clumsy.” Dazai hummed as you sighed, glancing at the time. You supposed it was time to set studying aside for a bit anyway. Your boyfriend needed attention, and it was indeed getting late.

“You could have said you wanted more attention.” You chuckled as he rolled his eyes, a playful smile crossing his lips as he wrapped his arms around your torso. He wasn’t one of too many words late at night, preferring physical connection, as if reassuring himself you were real, not some fiction he imagined. And you too liked to hold onto him to feel safe and loved by somebody who wholly accepted you no matter what. You shifted on the sofa until you were laying down, your limbs tangled within his embrace. He set his forehead against yours, before kissing you softly, eyes still on the verge of completely closing. You chuckled, giving him the same kiss back, before tilting your head to lay against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Love you.”