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THE OVERCUT by rizzistant
Fandoms: 캐시 오어 크레딧 | Cash or Credit (Webcomic), 캐시 오어 크레딧 | Cash or Credit (Manhwa)
25 Oct 2025
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A simple $50 million annual sacrifice, that's what his career had become to an antique reputation. All of it in service of an enamel shield that repaid him only with disappointment and bad luck. He had let everything out in the Sky Sports F1 interview, a grumbled confession that probably secured him another thousand emails about media management and brand image. He didn't care. He was already running on nothing but disappointed and permanently annoyed.
"I told them we needed to pit early," he said, staring past the camera like it was the dirty air from a backmarker. "But they just kept saying they had years of experience doing things their own way. Then, when we lost, the principal finally goes, 'Oh, what you said yesterday? Yeah, I guess you were right, Michael.' You see? We need to shake things up."
Short and pointed, Michael didn't offer suggestions, he delivered verdicts, leaving no room for bullshit. But he was stuck here, the official, unpaid mascot for corporate delusion, partially because of the pathetic depth of his own loyalty to this badge, and partially because of Kay De Keith. The kid. Keith, the new slot filler.
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Bobby hyped ISAC for PR but the girls saw only risks. Pain, missed comebacks, and lurking demons. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey spoke of falls and tight schedules. Their worried mood snapped the moment he announced Saja Boys were in.
Music Bank. Soda Pop. They kept beating them on charts, even hitting the Billboard Hot 100. This new group, Saja Boys, was giving her actual wrinkles, and probably costing them a few lightsticks. Just so annoying. This ISAC was the chance. A real shot to take them down, not just on a chart.
The event became a focused hunt for the group—because a glorified field day for idols is clearly the perfect spot for a demon hunt. They took their roles, ready for a different fight.
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ISAC behind the scenes—where rivalry meets feelings and things go south.
ACT I: Rujinu
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"No more hiding, Rumi," Mira stated, her gaze pinning Rumi's. "Not from us. We talked about this."
Rumi met Mira's stare, her own eyes hard. "Nothing to hide," she countered, her voice flat. "Nothing left to say. That's the whole damn picture."
"Jinu," Zoey whispered, her hand finding Rumi's sleeve, a soft tug. "Is it because of him?"
Rumi's insides twisted. 'Yes. It was him. Always him.'
Saying it was impossible. She couldn't admit she missed a demon, missed him enough to want a whole different end for them. They wouldn't get it—they couldn't feel him like this in her bones. Her contract sure didn't cover grieving a demon or having his ghost-soul hijack her life. And since when did anything go her way?
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Jinu's gone, but Rumi got him, soul and all.
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His world stopped, and he felt like a stranger looking out of his own eyes. Loneliness felt like a wall he'd built brick by careful brick around himself. He wanted to be loved, to be seen past the flaws, believing he was destined to be alone. His present existence felt always just... under a cloud by a crushing load of unanswered questions.
Cold and alone, he just lay there. He was just Ivan Baek, with his body. Socializing just drained him.
Then, everything changed. Before, it hadn't mattered if he was around or not. But without him, Ivan realized, his days felt empty. On weekends when the boy didn't come, the house felt like all the life had been sucked out of it. He started missing his chatter, his laughter, even his teasing.
His insides clamped down. All Ivan wanted was to keep him there, all to himself. The thought felt heavy, wrong. He knew he couldn't, shouldn't. But the weird voice in his head wouldn't quit—was that even okay? Wanting someone this much? Wanting Till Lee this much?
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IVANTILL Week (2025) D1–D7 + Bonus
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"Here. You take it. I can make do." He offered it, like it was perfectly normal to just give away scarce food.
Nobody just gave things away. Not here. Not now. This thought sparked a weird knot in Till's chest, a conflicting blend of relief (potatoes!) and deep suspicion. His brow furrowed slightly. "Why?" he managed, the single word coming out harsher than he intended.
Ivan's smile, without a single falter, didn't even twitch. "Just being neighborly, I guess," he replied, his eyes actually crinkling at the corners. "And I know how tough it can be to get fresh food these days. Especially if you're not from around here." His gaze knew more than it should, which just made Till want to recoil. "You went to SNU too, didn't you? I saw your bag outside."
He then gestured towards Till's scuffed backpack slung over Till's shoulder, a bright red luggage tag still dangling from a zipper. "And the name tag, of course. Till Lee. Nice to finally put a name to the never-not-annoyed face."
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Ivan and Till's forced cohabitation: a total mess of weird feelings and things going sideways.
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"Why South Korea, anyway?" he had even asked his mother that morning, his tone tight with annoyance. "And why this old-fashioned place?"
Jeonju's sleepy part of town, with its clinging kimchi smell, felt worlds away from the lively cities and Toronto. The family's move to the old Jeonju house inherited from his Korean grandparents (thanks for the real estate, halmeoni and harabeoji, less thanks for the location) happened despite his father having lived in Toronto since college, making Korea mostly for brief family trips.
As the moving truck shuddered to a stop, a boy with ink-black hair watched Till's family unload, then approached Till with an oddly formal enthusiastic handshake.
"Hi," the boy's voice announced, friendly and loud, like heralding the arrival of a circus. "I'm Ivan."
Till's glance flickered down to the offered hand, then back to Ivan's face, his expression flat, conveying the approximate enthusiasm of someone whose phone battery just died.
"Till," he replied curtly.
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Through Till's VIEW, he understands the world, but Ivan is the VANE that makes his feelings change course.
IVTI (FLIPPED 2010 DYNAMIC)
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The Only Emergency Was My Growing Feelings by rizzistant
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
17 May 2025
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Emergency calls were routine for Till. His senses were on high alert as he moved towards danger, because it was simply part of being a firefighter. Yet, a different dread now loomed larger than any blaze—Ivan.
A neighbor near the station had an odd habit, calling the fire department specifically for Till, not for burning buildings, stranded cats, or flooded homes.
No, Ivan's emergencies made Till's teeth clench. Take the time a shirt blew off the clothesline. Then there was the stubborn jam jar. He even asked for a ride to karaoke, all smiles as he explained he didn't have any friends. Or the business with the party balloons stuck to his ceiling for weeks.
Each call, each ridiculous request ended with Till muttering 'Shibal saekkiya' under his breath, sometimes even directly into the phone line before hanging up.
"You know, as annoying as Ivan is," Luka had said one afternoon, "he indirectly got you Employee of the Month."
Till snorted. "So, I should thank the guy who makes my life harder for an award I didn't even want?"
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Alien Stage contestants are firefighters, except the civilian neighbor Ivan—and the segyeins are a dog rescue team.
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The application process, surprisingly swift, felt like a blur of forms and signatures. Four months. That's all he had.
He crumpled the letter, then smoothed it out again, the official seal a mocking eye staring back. He still hadn't told anyone. Not his parents. Not Till. Only Mizi knew.
Mizi's voice cut through his self-pity. "Seriously, the Air Force? What's with this stupid destiny thing you've got going on?"
"Destiny, fate, cosmic joke… pick your poison, Mizi." He shrugged, a gesture that was half-resigned, half-exasperated. "I don't know why I passed those tests. I don't know why I'm suddenly destined to be Maverick. It's ridiculous."
"Ridiculous, and you're still doing it." A long pause stretched between them. "Honestly, you could always… not go."
"And stay here?" Ivan's voice rose, a thread of desperation woven through it. "Replaying that conversation with Till for the rest of my life? No thanks. At least out there, there'll be something else to think about. Something else to focus on."
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The Flight We Couldn't Take — ACT I: Why Did I Fall in Love With You?
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- Part 1 of ᯓ ✈︎ The Flight We Couldn't Take
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It was during one of those rare quiet moments, a stolen hour in his apartment, Till opened a Twitter account on impulse. This wasn't some deliberate move, no grand plan to suddenly connect with people, or express some deep inner self, but more of a reflex.
Choosing the username TillTheEnd, a private joke given the irony that despite the bad coffee and annoyingly self-serving seniors like Luka, and perhaps because of the bright spot that was Mizi, a part of him felt stuck there, Till started scrolling, not expecting much until Ivan's tweets popped up.
The way Till saw it, Ivan's Twitter feed? A strange mix of sad poetry and what Till just had to call emo ramblings, yet this dramatic style, it struck him as kind of funny, especially since he was so down to earth himself.
For a few days, their back-and-forth online continued, Till enjoying being the sensible opposite to Ivan's over the top declarations, until a DM notification popped up on his screen.
@blacksorrow (Ivan): "Hey Till?"
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Ivan and Till online friendship gone wrong: dismissiveness, despair, and devastating loss.
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The game had changed, and the truth, though unsettling, was about to be laid bare. But this disclosure wasn't for Chuuya, not really. It was for Dazai himself—an awakening that would require explanation.
He had to write something. To communicate everything, or at least make Chuuya understand that they had another life outside of the world he knew.
He realized, with a sinking feeling, how difficult it was now to explain all the chaos he had created. The complication of alternate universes, fractured memories, and the desperate, selfish act of rewriting their shared history.
Why a letter? The question echoed in his mind, an unbidden whisper against the backdrop of his general confusion. Why not just speak to him?
He knew the answer, of course. Words spoken aloud were fleeting, ephemeral, easily twisted or misinterpreted. He needed something physical, something that Chuuya could hold, reread, and dissect at his own pace—a truth that would remain even after he was gone.
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Beast Omegaverse AU: A letter for seven days.
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The Lease Didn't Cover This by rizzistant for Lynox
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
18 Mar 2025
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Chuuya stumbled upon a unique opportunity: a luxurious Tokyo apartment with a peculiar payment scheme. He only had to pay half the monthly rent, his sole obligation being to share the space with the owner.
The owner, Dazai Osamu, was a man who lived in a world of old money and effortless luxury, a world Chuuya could never quite comprehend. Even his cat—Bae Suzy—had a more elegant name than he did, a fact that never failed to amuse and slightly irritate him.
But one clause in particular caught his attention: a clause explicitly forbidding romantic involvement.
"Are you serious about this?" Chuuya jabbed a trembling finger at the contract, his voice rising in disbelief. "A no falling in love clause? Are you writing some cheesy soap opera?"
"Hey, I know you're gay," Dazai accused.
"What? How do you know I'm gay? Is there a sign on my forehead in neon green highlighter that says I'm gay?" he scoffed.
Dazai sighed, irritation flickering across his face. "I can see it in your face. And gay men are known to have good taste. Technically, I should qualify."
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Is love on the lease? Dazai and Chuuya's accidental romance under a no-romance clause.
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Chuuya's arrival challenged Dazai's loneliness and offered happiness. But insecurity sabotaged their friendship, leaving him broken and regretful.
How could he confess? When Chuuya's touch stirred longing, a brush left him breathless, his dreams filled with Chuuya.
The silence deepened. Dazai watched Chuuya's smile fade, his laughter die, his eyes grow sad.
"I don't understand," Chuuya's voice was filled with worry and confusion. "Did I do something wrong? What is it? Tell me how to fix it."
Dazai closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, trying to calm the frantic beating of his heart. "It's not you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "It's me. I'm sorry, Chuuya. I just... need you to go."
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Dazai's feelings for Chuuya went beyond friendship—a confusing mix of liking, maybe even love, that without him realizing it, might be stronger than his love for himself.
RATING CHANGED TO E.
Detailed sexual content (ch. 1, 2, 4, 5), mild self-harm descriptions. E rating for caution.
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We're Partners (But Don't Tell Anyone We're in Love) by rizzistant for Lynox
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
15 Feb 2025
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"Chuuya," he said, his voice a deep drawl, "Valentine's Day is coming up. Any… thoughts?" He put a little extra spin on the word thoughts, the kind of spin that made Chuuya want to throw something at him. Preferably something soft, like a pillow.
Of course, Dazai didn't give up after his balloon attempt failed—he knew it wouldn't work. Sleeping together last night, while enjoyable, hadn't changed a thing. Dazai's seductive tactics rarely worked when Chuuya was determined about something.
He'd seen the aftermath of Dazai's romantic gestures before—deflated rubber littering the apartment for weeks. No, Dazai's charm was wasted on this particular battle.
"If thoughts means imagining you tripping over Baki and spilling hot cocoa all over yourself," Chuuya replied, "then yes, I've had quite a few." He hadn't actually imagined it—not really. But the image was appealing.
OR SKK's Valentine's Day | cake, chaos, and kisses.
CROOKEDNESS – ACT III: We're Partners (But Don't Tell Anyone We're in Love)
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- Part 3 of CROOKEDNESS
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"So this is your big plan?" Dazai asked, his tone filled with doubt. "To end your life using your ability in this empty place?"
Chuuya's gaze shifted. "When you left me to drown in Meursault, I wished I had died. Damn it, I'm still alive," he murmured, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "That mission has exhausted me, an exhaustion that no amount of rest can cure," he admitted, his shoulders drooping. A pang of pity went through Dazai.
"You are drunk. Let's go home," Dazai suggested gently.
"Go home alone," Chuuya replied, his voice almost a whisper. "You're holding up my end."
"Are you insane? What are you thinking?" Dazai asked, his concern growing.
"It's none of your business," Chuuya said firmly. "I have the right to choose where I die."
"At least choose a better place, you idiot!" Dazai said sharply, grabbing Chuuya's arm and pulling him roughly.
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Meursault's arc is over. But Chuuya's story isn't. What happened to him after Dazai left?
CROOKEDNESS – ACT II: Crooked (Kind of Love)
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- Part 2 of CROOKEDNESS
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Port Mafia School Days by rizzistant for aiizen07
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
03 Feb 2025
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The ornate dining table, usually the setting for high-level Port Mafia meetings where strategy was discussed and alliances were forged, had been repurposed for a far more delicate lesson as Dazai and Chuuya, still flushed from their recent linguistic sparring with Rimbaud, shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, the remnants of French verbs and vocabulary clinging to them like a foreign scent.
Kouyou's lips curved in a subtle smile, suspecting this would be a lesson unlike any they had encountered before.
"Class," she began, her voice a silken blade cutting through the tension, "I trust your recent encounter with the intricacies of the French language has not dulled your appetite for… refinement?" She paused, her gaze lingering on Rimbaud's hastily scribbled note, left on the whiteboard as a desperate plea for sanity:
"Next time, just teach them how to order a croissant and be done with it."
Kouyou's smile widened slightly. Obviously, their French lesson had been—eventful.
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[17!SKK] Dazai and Chuuya's Port Mafia School Days.
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As a firefighter, Chuuya was used to emergency calls coming in at all hours. Lately, however, there had been an additional terror more disturbing than any fire : Dazai Osamu.
A civilian who lived near the fire station, had a strange habit of calling the fire department to ask for Chuuya's help. Not to put out fires, rescue cats from trees, or evacuate flood victims. But for trivial things that made Chuuya want to tear his hair out.
From asking for help to retrieve clothes that had flown off the clothesline, to opening a stuck jar of jam, to taking him to karaoke because he had no friends.
"I know Dazai is annoying," Mori said one day, a thin smile on his face, "but he indirectly made you employee of the month."
Chuuya snorted. "So I should thank Dazai for making me work extra hard for an award I don't even want, Mori-san?"
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Firefighter!Chuuya (who is undeniably a hottie) and Dazai, who is basically a walking talking disaster in his life.
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Port of the Lost Soul: A Love Story in Marseille by rizzistant
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
04 Jan 2025
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For Fyodor, life had always been a series of transactions, a careful exchange of favors and obligations, much like a sale and purchase. He believed every interaction carried a price, a ledger of give and take, where nothing was freely offered. Because, really, who gives something for nothing? Only a fool, and he was no fool.
"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed, his voice filled with contempt. "Love is a fairy tale for the naive. We do things for each other because we expect something in return, always."
Nikolai's brow furrowed, his eyes holding Fyodor's without a flicker. "That is not true. I care for you deeply and I don't expect anything in return."
"Don't give me that," Fyodor retorted, rolling his eyes. "Everyone wants something. You're no different."
The world, in his cynical view, spread before him like a dry, desolate stretch of sand, where selfless actions and forthright words simply didn't exist.
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Fyodor begins to realize that love does exist, only to be slapped in the face by the reality that it's too late.
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"I, Dazai Osamu, known for my intelligence and manipulation, am now powerless in the face of the pain I have caused," he muttered bitterly.
Ironically, in this universe, Mori was no longer the monster he had been in his original world. But it was Dazai who had become that monster.
The tragic events he had witnessed, the ones that had made him so obsessed with fixing the world, might never have happened.
Dazai realized that he had created a problem that did not need to exist. Worse, his efforts to protect everyone had backfired. And Chuuya...
"Your name is carved in my bones, Chuuya," Dazai murmured against his skin, his voice raw with emotion. "You are a part of me, and I will never let anyone hurt you."
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BEAST!AU where SKK, Odasaku, and everyone has a happy ending.
D5 – Undercover Mission
D6 – Meeting on the boss's lap
D7 – Waking up in the oversized boyfriend shirt
D8 — Extra Free Day Christmas
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Dazai leaned closer, drawn in by the warmth and the scent that was so uniquely Chuuya. "Merry Christmas, Chuuya," he whispered, his voice barely audible, a breath of air against Chuuya's skin. He pressed a feathery kiss to the top of Chuuya's head, savoring the softness of his hair beneath his lips.
'Maybe this is the last time I can be this close to you,' he thought, a wave of sadness washing over him. 'Maybe this is the last time I can feel your warmth, breathe your scent, hold you in my arms.'
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Before leaving Chuuya forever, Dazai left him with a single, final letter.
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"You seem so sure we're getting married." Chuuya splashed water on his face. Dazai blinked and immediately wiped the water away with his fingers.
"Who else are you going to marry?" Dazai asked, splashing more water on his face and laughing when he saw Chuuya's annoyed pout.
"I can marry anyone, it depends on the situation." Chuuya shrugged, crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about? You can only marry me." Dazai declared.
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D3 – I will make you remember who you belong to.
D4 – We met seven years ago.
SKK / Soukoku / omegaverse for DACHUUWEEK DAY : 3-4
Alpha!Dazai X Omega!Chuuya