╰┈➤. In which the heart remembers what the mind forgot. Memories fade, but never feelings. Destiny is a funny thing, it's always in full control, it knows everything. Unlike humans who are forced to tether behind it. No one ever knows what awaits them, that's what makes the future unpredictable and terrifying. But what if destiny decided to favor two people, albeit not in the way they thought.

*inspired by the mitski album of the same name and will be angsty af* actions always have their consequences. BSD and any of the characters from it or plot points used do not belong to me neither does the cover art. slight!!!!! dazai x reader started: october 23rd 2023 ended: october 26th 2023

When the doorbell rings on a Saturday morning, the worst-case scenario awaiting on the other side is usually the landlord. Until it's Y/N's mother's corpse at the doorstep instead, lifeless and mutilated beyond compare. Desperate to get to the bottom of the undeniable murder, Y/N seeks out the help of the famed Armed Detective Agency--and its prized detective, Edogawa Ranpo. Together, they work on unravelling the mystery and solving the case. Yet the deeper they go, the further they become tangled within it. It seems the killer has a hidden advantage of their own, and Y/N's mother is not the only one on their hit list... ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ [ongoing - spontaneous updates] she/her pronouns will be used

❝My ultra deduction tells me that...❞ ❝That...?❞ ❝... That you're in love with me. ❞ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ There were many unique people Y/N had come across in her life, but no experience of any sort could prepare her for the dark-haired boy with enticing, green eyes that walked into her bakery that day. (And ordered just about everything, might she add.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ [complete, 21/09/22] she/her pronouns will be used

In which a young author comes home after a long time away and gets a job at a bar. It is there she meets her muse. She has been lying to herself for years. In which a young mafia executive enters said bar, seeing the first new face behind the counter in a long time. It is there he meets his idol. He has been lying to himself for years. If either bothered to look, they would see their own gaze reflected in the other's eyes. Will they be able to break down their own defenses? Will they want to? BSD does not in any way belong to me. Began: March 24 2024 Ended: January 30th, 2025

It seems impossible. An urban legend, real? Apparently. (y/n) doesn't remember her past. She lives in the now, not speaking to anyone and acting on pure instinct. Living on auto-pilot, she seems unapproachable. She looks like a doll; incredibly beautiful, but empty and emotionless eyes in a face that never shows any expression. Don't let her looks fool you, because under her doll-like appearance hides a ruthless killer. A certain suicidal detective finds (y/n) on the streets and takes her back to the Armed Detective Agency, where she meets Nakajima Atsushi. Could the man-tiger be the first to make her feel something? ~~~ A Bungo Stray Dogs short story, Atsushixreader The result of my boredom while I was on vacation.

"𝙁𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩... 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚." レクイエム ━━☆⌒*. In the shadows of Yokohama's criminal underworld, Y/n Hayashi is more than just the Port Mafia's second-most feared executive - she is its curse in human form. Wielding the cognitive-distortion ability "Scarlet Requiem", Y/n manipulates memories, distorts perception, and drags her enemies into the deepest corners of their own regret. While others draw blood with bullets and blades, she breaks souls with sorrow. Once hailed as the Mafia's Crimson Siren, Y/n became notorious for subduing entire enemy factions with her Requiem Lock - trapping targets in looping cycles of trauma until they were either puppets... or ruins. ☆⌒*. ━━ ↳ "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙. 𝘾𝙪𝙩𝙚." "𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘." "𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝é~ 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚?" "𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚."