#dazaisms

[kodaiki]

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[dazaisms]

❀°:.• YOU'RE SAFE, I'M HERE !

synopsis. dazai attempted again, and he called the only person he knew would be awake at this time.

pairing. nakahara chuuya × dazai osamu

cw. mentions & depictions of suicide & sh, bl00d, a little angst?? it is fluff tho guys. (i can't write smth without an ounce of angst)

Chuuya had no idea why he was awake at this time. He had no reasonable explanation for it, just that he was sat up in bed with a bottle of Petrus 1989 in his hand.

He wasn't drunk, no way. Just... not sober.

So, he thought he was hallucinating it when his phone vibrated beside him, the caller name shining at him as 'Mackerel.' Why the fuck was Dazai calling him at this time?

Although, that didn't stop him from picking up the phone with a slight groan. "The fuck do you want at this time, shitty dazai?"

The ginger's voice was raspy and brazen as he spoke, but his breath slightly hitched when he heard no answer from the other side of the phone, only the gasping breaths of the other.

"Oi, dazai? What're you calling me for? What's the issue?"

A few minutes of silence passed until the brunette finally spoke up and gave Chuuya an answer, but not one he wanted, exactly.

"need chibi to come overrr – need help bandaging.."

Dazai spoke quietly, hiccups interrupting his words from the tears that slipped down his face. Chuuya could tell he had been crying, just by the sound of his voice and the way he was speaking.

"Right. Stay on the phone, Dazai. I'm on my way."

In a record breaking 5 minutes, Chuuya was at the agencies dorms, his motorcycle left outside of them. He could always afford another, he was just in a rush to help Dazai.

He didn't bother knocking as he reached the room, just pushing the door open and shutting it behind him.

Though, Chuuya couldn't help but grimace at the sight that laid out in front of him.

Dazai's arms were covered in blood, fresh wounds over the scars that had only just recently healed. The blood was on his hands, staining his clothes as well as his bed sheets. Hell, his phone was now covered in it after his desperate call to Chuuya. The mafia executive knew what was coming from Dazai's mouth instantly, a stupid little apology about calling him, about having to deal with the sight of this. So, he shut him up before any words slipped out of his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, Dazai. We both know I have seen worse than this, and we both know I'm the only one you were able to call, yeah? So don't start with shitty, pointless apologies. I'm here to help, so that's what I'm going to do."

At the end of his sentence, Chuuya ruffled Dazai's hair, hesitating a little before kissing his head. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

So, that's what they did. When Chuuya got Dazai to get up, they made their way to the bathroom. The former grabbed a washcloth, before running some cool water in the sink, getting Dazai to sit on the edge of the bath.

"You know it's going to sting a little, but you've got it. You can always hold onto me if it's stinging too much, okay?"

He spoke softly, which was odd for a port mafia executive, especially towards Dazai. But he was gentle with a sensitive Dazai, he had to be.

That's why he was as gentle as he could be as he ran the wet washcloth along Dazai's wrists, getting rid of both the fresh and the dried blood. The fresh wounds weren't a pretty sight, but he would never say that out loud.

He also didn't force Dazai to talk about anything, whether that be what brought on this attempt, or anything as simple as what he did in his day. He stayed silent, letting Dazai dig his nails into his arm when the drag of the washcloth hurt a little too much.

After around 20 minutes, he had finally cleaned both arms, save for the little droplets of blood that formed on some of them.

When Dazai tried to get up, Chuuya lightly pushed his shoulder to sit him back down. "I've still got to bandage you up, idiot."

Which got a small smile out of Dazai. "always with the insults, chibi."

This caused Chuuya to roll his eyes with a small grin as he reached for the first aid kit in Dazai's bathroom. "Yeah, yeah. You love it."

He gave the taller male another warning about the sting as he got a disinfectant wipe. He had just cleaned them, but he had to be extra cautious with Dazai.

He was gentle with the wipe, too, taking less time than he did with the washcloth. After a little bit longer, the shorter male grabbed the bandages, unraveling the end.

Then, he finally started wrapping the bandages around Dazai's wrist. He took around 15 minutes on each wrist, ensuring it was tight enough to stay on and prevent any more bleeding. After he had done that, he pulled Dazai's hands up to his face, pressing light kisses against each wrist.

"I'm not going to force you to talk about it, Dazai. But if you want to, you know I'll listen."

His words resulted in a shake of the head from Dazai. "Don't want to talk, chibi –" his words were interrupted by a yawn.

Chuuya's face softened a little. "Then I'll get you a blanket, and you can sleep. I'll clean up your room, yeah?" and surprisingly, Dazai agreed.

So, 30 minutes later, Dazai was curled up on his bed. Not asleep, no, of course not. Just watching as Chuuya fussed and cleaned his room up. By the end of it, there was no blood, and no sign of anything occurring.

"Thank you, Chuuya." The brunette mumbled quietly, his arms wrapped around some plushie Kyouka and Atsushi had gotten him.

Chuuya just shook his head, sitting down beside Dazai on his bed, hand lightly stroking his hair. "Don't thank me, Dazai. It was the very least I could do." At that, Dazai had grabbed Chuuya's arm, pulling him to lay down. "cuddle me, chibi!"

Chuuya just scoffed, laying down and wrapping his arms around Dazai. From there, it didn't take long for the pair of them to fall asleep, arms and legs entangled with one another.

toby's notes ;

sorry not sorry for the long one guys :p hope. this slightly makes up for my angst!!!!

[swimminginyokohamasrivers]

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Am not!!

[musamora]

— 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 + 𝖉𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖎 ₊˚⊹

pairing: osamu dazai (bungou stray dogs) x fem!reader

content warning(s): non-descriptive illness, kisses, cuddling, osamu dazai is a softie, tooth-rotting fluff, sickness care, ailment treatments, pet names (love, belladonna, baby)

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“Osamu?”

You had awoken in quite a predicament. Swaddled in a clump of blankets with a cool washcloth pressed to your forehead, bubbling cups of tea and soup spinning steam into the air.

However, you partially clued in on the situation when you felt your head pounding. Your throat felt raw as a cough encroached on your breath, your skin was inflamed as sweat gathered by your temples, and your muscles ached as you attempted to stretch your arms. You were sick.

The smirking man before you was how you clued into the next part of your predicament.

“Yes, my love?”

You had no idea how long you had been swaddled up on the living room couch, but knowing Dazai, he had clued in on your sickness hours before you did. A perked brow was your sole response to him.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re sick.” He snuggled into your side, a lopsided grin on his face as he pressed kiss after kiss onto your skin with a coo. “My poor sweet baby.”

“You seem a bit too enthused about this entire thing.”

“Me?” he gasped. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of such a thing!”

He quieted his voice as you winced. “But who wouldn’t be?” he teased, sweet nothing whispered into your ears as he ran his nimble fingers through your hair, massaging them into your temples. “I have an excuse to miss work and spoil my sweet belladonna. Sign me up.”

“Did you somehow get me sick?” you deadpanned.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he whined, digging further into the blankets until he was snuggled up with you, bracing your body against his chest as he lazily burrowed into your neck.

“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to his hands. “Watch out. You could get sick.”

“You’re saying that,” he smirked. “But you’re doing nothing to get away.”

“I’m sick, and you’re warm. Sue me.” You leaned into him as you toyed with his bandaged fingers.

He trailed kisses across your neck, his cool skin drawing a soft groan from your lips. “And that means I’ll have extra time to spend with my baby because she’s so sweet, and I know she’ll take of me.”

“Mm, I’ll consider it,” you mumbled, eyes heavy.

He gasped, much to your tired amusement, as tiny giggles escaped your lips between a cough. His arms were hot as they squeezed around your waist, and before long, you found yourself nuzzled into his chest on the cusp of sleep. His fingers traced your features as your eyes fluttered closed, a kiss pressed against your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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[bryngmemoney]

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“This sucks,” Megumi mumbled, adjusting himself so his head laid on a softer part of your shoulder. “Being cuddled up next to me sucks?” you joked. “No my fucking headache.”

You exhaled a breath, and although your boyfriend may have been in pain, you couldn’t help but smile at the way he continued nuzzling himself into you. He had been like this for the past two days after the ‘incident’. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair trying to soothe whatever tension you could. “Well, at least you seem a little better today.” Megumi just grumbled softly, closing his eyes and letting you basically pet him.

After a couple more minutes, he shifted again, this time moving up to meet your face and stealing a kiss from your lips. “Sorry about keeping you here for so long,” he whispered against them, before kissing you again. “Hm, I don’t mind.”

Just then the door to his room opened, causing you two to quickly move apart. “We’re back!” Yuji announced, “And we brought pizza!” All though his excitement, Megumi just kept glaring him down, not even bothering to sit up until after you did.

“Take it out, we’re not eating on my bed.” Yuji just shushed him, completely ignoring his statement and setting the box down over the covers. “It’s okay, you need your rest we’ll take care of it Megs.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Nobara just snickered, and you almost joined her if it wasn’t for the fact Megumi was right next to you. “You couldn’t have gotten anything easier to digest?” Megumi asked Yuji. “Woah, I just got like a strong sense of deja vu,” Yuji said.

Megumi just ignored him, staring down the now opened pizza box. “Need help little baby?” Nobara teased him. He threw her a glare, but that did very little to actually disturb her. “Open up, here come the airplane!” Yuji exclaimed, picking up a piece of pizza and shoving it in his direction. Although Megumi was fed up with their actions, hearing your laugh beside him made it worth it.

“Give me that,” he said while snatching it out of the others hand.

If Megumi really thought about it, besides his condition, and even if he was kind of annoyed with their behaviour, he wouldn’t have this any other way, with you by his side and his friends companionship in front of him.

After eating, once Nobara and Yuji got distracted argueing over what movie they wanted to put on Megumi’s tv, you pressed a kiss to Megumi’s forehead. “I love you Megs.”

“Love you too Y/n.”

Author’s Note: well that’s it :3

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[headchamberlain]

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[wildflowerteas]

hella couldn't read today cause she was busy so she's gonna catch up tomorrow🫶 despite the fact that there was one less person, I still have enough screenshots for two asks cause we can't stop yapping. in my defense im pretty sure this chapter is like 15k minimum. and you stuffed it with plot. anyway yeah part 1

IM SO SERIOUS ABOUT RESPONDING TO THESE YOU GUYS MAKE ME SO INSANE.

just going to preface by saying i seriously appreciate these so much. you're not at all obligated to send me these and I'm just really grateful that I get to see the real-time reactions to the chapters. it makes the work extra worth it. and I always have the most stupid smile on my face while I'm reading . . . seriously. tysm

*cracks knuckles* shin-soukoku being unbearable was such a fun way to start this chapter. i think because of the pace of skk in the 50s they feel too slow at times, but it's been like . . . two weeks since they got together and the 70s timeline only lasts from july to . . . october ( but don't quote me on that, since there is a plan for an epilogue ). they get more moments like this, compared to dazai and chuuya jumping forward weeks at a time. and they're so fun to write.

"the first chapter was set up where we kinda bounced from povs to avoid what atsushi was THINKING we don't know why he took the case" TALS YOU ARE CRAZY FOR NOTICING THAT. Yes. Atsushi's pov is avoided like the plague unless it's about Ryuu for a very specific reason. His past too. I think the most vulnerable he's been with the reader is during his conversation with Mori and the moment right after his dream about Brown's murder, when he's alone in his apartment. And as Stendec ( beloved and fellow writer ) mentioned in their comment about this chapter, a lot of personal details about Atsushi are glossed unless it's Ryuu noticing them ( like his watch, an Enicar ). Rori your comment "This is also a dazaism i think" is spot on.

my lips are sealed about the watch though. but you are pretty close with that BEAST connection.

CACKLING AT THE KUNIDAZAI MENTION. It definitely can be read as that! It hasn't been mentioned yet, but Sasaki Kunikida and Dazai work on cases often ( as evident by their closeness ) but that closeness didn't just come out of nowhere ( think Dazai's Entrance Exam ). No matter how much Dazai tries to deny his relationships at the precinct, they're real ( as seen with his hesitance and the fact that he has yet to report Tachihara to Mori ).

ohhhhughhgf this case. the formatting of these transcripts is also a detail i really liked sorting out. the ones from the interlude chapter are in a more modern format ( late 60s onward i believe, I don't remember the exact year the switch was made ). so formatting this case as it would have been back in the 50s was fun! extra details are always fun!

omg i'm so sorry the wording about goldman was off. no canon murders are reported in the six months between De la Mare and Goldman, but all the non-canons happened before Chuuya!

Hella you are missed. I hope she sees this and knows that I started watching ATLA and BNHA ( again) because of her posts. I'm gearing up to consume taob content.

[dazaisms]

❀°:.• 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 !

synopsis. the tale of a disfigured musical genius who haunts the paris opera house. mesmerised by the talents and beauty of the young soprano angel dust, the phantom lures him as his protégé and falls fiercely in love with him.

pairing. husker × angel dust. (hazbin hotel.)

cw. depictions of death and violence, with some graphic images. there are mild and non-explicit sexual situations with predatory implications. it's a phantom of the opera au, if you've watched it, you should know.

chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

coming soon..

toby's notes ;;

i hope you're prepared for this one guys.

this one will have quite a few chapters, and it's will take forever to write so!

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"Aya, you are also on this odd place on the 'internet'? I suppose this place could be a little more bearable, then."

(YAAAY AND GOOD MORNING)

[swimminginyokohamasrivers]

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@dniosamu hey chuuuya if you really dont like me and dont want me to interact, why are you my second biggest fan hmmm??

[musamora]

ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ʟɪɴᴇ · ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ

content. f!reader. no usage of (name). spoilers for bsd 113. character death, themes of reincarnation, bittersweet, incredibly short drabble. not proofread.

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In a thousand lifetimes, he loved her.

In hers, not his own. His one lifetime was his burden to bear—reaching into the horizon to find an end, only for nothing to be there. He would have found it humorous, centuries ago, that he had been stuck in this position. His heart anchored to someone destined to forget him, to forget anything they shared. To be forced to start again, over and over.

But through his self-made isolation, he found solace in her consistency.

She was always the same, though appearance-wise, she changed. But that smile—oh, he could never forget it even if he wanted to. It haunted him in those late nights, in years when her presence slipped through his fingertips. It held him in those short mornings, in times when she slept right beside him. And it nurtured him in those stagnant evenings, in reminders when he felt the fragility of human life.

He always recognized her; it was hard not to. And in those moments, when their eyes met, it was like he was falling for the first time. That rush, the stir of his long-dead heart. 

A life like his was not without its difficulties—if God wished it, the opposite. But in her eyes, he found his horizon line. And with each passing lifetime, as hundreds went by, he knew it was only closer in reach.

based on the fact that it is impossible to reach the horizon .ᐟ sad, but poetic.

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