#rockstar chuuya everyone

[raccoonwxrks]

Today I offer you rockstar Chuuya 🫶

[yayll]

You give us Rockstar!Dazai and Fan!Reader but i raise you Rockstart!Dazai & Popstar/Idol!Reader who have opposite aesthetics and take over the music industry with a combined album of both rock and pop music 🙌🏾🙌🏾-TeenZai Anon

TEENZAI ANON YA DID IT AGAIN.

this is even better..... can you imagine they collab on the album to call off the rivalry that isn't actually a rivalry (more like frenemies w insane tension hehe) but the tabloids just eat that shit up and ofc Dazai loves to play into it wayyyy more than reader does.

he'll see you show up for a photoshoot a little earlier than scheduled while he's finishing his up and he just glares at you in full on idol pop glam like.

"Oh? I didn't know you'd be here today... looking like that..."

and it's just him CLEARLY checking you out while also being so catty. he can't even match his tone to his words, he sounds like a lovestruck fool. you're so smooth, so calm and collected bc you have proper MEDIA TRAINING lmao

"Well, I do it for the fans, heh. You'll be doing it soon too, we should meet up and discuss the album... That is when you're dressed a little better..."

he just gasps, both of your aesthetics have always clashed, but that's what made the upcoming collab even more iconic. you were graceful, he was a goddamn mess.

"Album? Oh please, we would never-"

then his manager chimes in all quickly like,

"Oh, sorry! I forgot to mention this to you. The label thinks it would do wonders for your image. I'd say it's a great unmissable opportunity."

"My image?! What's wrong with my IMAGE? I'm soooo hot and charming, have you seen my fan accounts? Chuuya must be soooo jealous."

he rolls his eyes, a smug smile manifesting as you and his manager just look at each other, smiling knowingly.

"You're definitely adored by the fans no doubt, but It's no secret you're a bit... Eccentric on and off stage... You know, like that one time when you held up the concert discussing different methods to off yourself? Or when you were an hour late because you spent so much time changing your bandages and then came out black out drunk on Sake?"

Dazai just groans like the bratty manchild he is, as if it were untrue.

"Ohhhhh come onnnn... It's for rock n roll!"

you giggle and lean in, arms crossed as you bat your lashes.

"And now it'll be for Pop. And for me, hopefully?"

"Whatever. Maybe. I don't do anything for you, even if your hair is so shiny and your makeup is effortlessly done... Those insanely flattering outfits do you no favors until you walk out of the dressing room, it's honestly so lame."

he just goes on and on while you just admire him quietly with a wide smile. you know what he means, even if he denies it. you feel it too. before you're called to set, you simply clear your throat and toss your hair over your shoulder, your voice soft and firm.

"I have to go now, Dazai... But I guess you'll just need a time and date to express your grievances further? My manager will talk to yours. Bye for now~"

you turn to saunter away in a whirl of lingering heavenly presence and he just stands there, standing a little taller than usual, cheeks uncharacteristically red. He turns to his manager and mumbles as if still in a trance yet the corner of his lip twitches.

"... I think I have a new idea for a song. Set up that meeting soon? 'kay?"

YOU LEAVE THE MAN SPEECHLESS, ITS NO WONDER YOURE SO ADORED... he's secretly looking forward your little play date. he's been dying to have you one on one despite the odds against you both.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

JAMES DEAN DAYDREAM LOOK IN YOUR EYES ♫

rockstar! chuuya x popstar! reader

part 2/3

smut! you are responsible for what you read 💿

at an award show, the press make many speculations about your rising fame and your relationship with the infamous rockstar, chuuya nakahara.

inspired by style

midnight.

if there was an award show, chuuya was going. he was one of the youngest, most awarded rockstars ever. he's charming and handsome, with hands that play his guitar like a god. not to mention his sanguine voice coupled with his broody, meaningful lyrics. he was the subject of every teenage girl's heart.

he was a man that reveled in the fame, charming fans and interviewers alike. but for the most part, he insisted on letting the world watch him act. he knows damn well what the music industry can do to a star, and he's determined to rise above that.

still, every now and then theres a question that makes his gorgeous smirk falter.

"chuuya nakahara! can you tell us who you've been dating?"

"mr. nakahara! what do you have to say about moving on too fast?"

"chuuya! is it true you've started a relationship with Y/N L/N?"

he takes a deep breath. just dissassociate, and smile for the press. its what he does best. "i think some things are best left unsaid. right now, i'm focusing on my album, out november 1st."

the news of his new music is enough to distract adoring fans from his love life, instead heading the questions towards what he does best. all eyes are on him, orange hair slicked back and a loose, white classic shirt. his ability to look stunning despite the pressure brought upon by prying eyes is nothing short of remarkable.

he hears a lot about his newest music video, smiling every time he hears your name come up. the video you two had released sky-rocketed your name, and chuuya's just happy he could help. this time, he can genuinely smile- only when his mind flickers back to the acted, fake, and nothing more than a staged kiss. right?

funny how a fabricated kiss scene made his heart swell for weeks after.

its the first time he's felt that since his last relationship.

even though he's escaped, theres still people who speak on his past relationship, and evidently his past wrongdoings. for a moment there, it seems everyone believed he was a cheating bastard. that he was an unfaithful player who wanted woman like they were trophies. and for a minute, he was.

the fame had gotten to him. singing for thousands of fans, wining trophies and having his name on headlines made the rockstar believe he was invincible. but he wasn't. turns out too many shots of tequila and almost kissing a blonde girl he thought was his girlfriend can really mess up a rockstar. and it did.

the constant speculations on his relationship status made him sweat with anxiety. he fucked up and he knew it. he wasn't happy in his relationship, and found himself wishing for different in the end, but thats never an excuse to cheat. though he never did the deed, that almost was enough. there were reports and witnesses, enough for the media to take it and run. for months, his pr team worked day and night to keep the story at a minimum. and their efforts were surprisingly valiant, with higuchi choosing to stay quiet about the whole situation. chuuya never figured out why, even after their inevitable breakup, but he was thankful none the less.

somehow, you managed not to hear of the entire situation. maybe thats why chuuya was so eager to rope you into his life.

soon, he was no longer on fire. after a long waiting period, he was free to be adored again, leading him to make his music video with you, the same video that brought him back to this very award show, and the video that made him wish he could be next to you right now.

his anxiety is flaring up. he's still worried his career could go down in flames, that he'll never escape his monumental fuck up. that everything he's worked for won't be worth it if his guilt and regrets aren't monetized.

after a few short kisses and hugs, chuuya escapes to a private room, designated for singers and celebrities attending the show. the room is empty, with everyone already out there and dazzling the fans. everyone except you.

he blinks when he sees you touching up your bangs in the mirror. he knows that nervous shake in your hands all too well. this could end in burning flames or paradise.

he approaches, clearing his throat.

you immediately turn around, seeing him. his blue eyes are immediately drawn into your red lips- just what he likes

"you look nice." he utters, coming up next to you and adjusting his own appearance in the mirror. you had been in here for quite some time, bracing you and your pop-princess persona to get out there. somehow, chuuya senses this.

"this your first event?" he asks, blue eyes flickering to you. you nervously chuckle, almost wanting to lie but immediately knowing he'd call your bluff. "yeah... something like that."

he finds this endearing. and maybe he just wants to be close to you, to help you or because he's a god damn gentlemen, he silently wraps his arm around your waist and leads you out of the room.

the fact that this is your first time being so close to the paparazzi is not lost on chuuya. he studies your face, the way you answer questions so genuienely and so excitedly. he knows they wanna ruin your pretty face, and he prays your strong enough to overcome it.

he's so mesmerized by you he doesn't even notice the way photographers and interviewers are freaking out at the fact that chuuya nakahara and Y/N L/N just walked out on the carpet at the exact same time, fueling the already circulating rumors. he knows that they'll have a field day with tonight, but for once, he doesn't seem to mind. maybe because it's with you.

the two of you walk off, enjoying a few drinks and chatting. you've known chuuya nakahara: the rockstar. but now, you've been getting to know chuuya. the guy who loves small dogs, fancy hats and taylor swift. the guy who has the most embarrassing real laugh that he hides from the media. the guy who likes to stalk his own fanpages, and who can't say no to a signature.

and after a few more drinks and some soft arm touching, the two of you clammer into his limousine and speed off to his penthouse.

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the media likes to believe they know everything about you and chuuya.

they’re convinced you two dating, that you’re using him for fame and that he’s moving on too fast from his relationship. that you’re not pretty or talented enough for him, or that he’s just a passing thought for you.

what they don’t know is that his head is between you thighs, eating you out like a god damn dessert.

your shaky hands fly to his hair, tugging at him while his lips work their magic. he’s fluid and elegant, yet rough while we works you through yet another orgasm.

every now and then he’ll spit on you, mesmerized by the way it drips down your already gushing pussy. he reaches and maddeningly trails his fingers in a sloppy pattern, letting his essence coat you before diving back in. he’ll start with one long stripe going up the length of your pussy, savouring your cries before diving in.

he’s relentless, determined to make your toes curl and back arch. he’ll let the tip of his tongue trace circles around your clit, watching how it throbs. his thumbs move to part you even further, giving him better access to this meal.

he absolutely ravages you, leaving no part untouched as he tongue-fucks you. his grip tightens on your thighs as you finally cum again, letting him lap it all up like its second nature.

your body and mind are buzzing as chuuya makes his way back up with a trail of kisses, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “told you i only needed 5 minutes.”

despite your flushed out face and spent, trembling thighs, you utter: “s-shut up.”

he laughs, sitting up and getting you some water. his bedsheets are luxurious, as you wrap your naked body in them. when he returns, he sets it down on the beside and lazily lays next to you, lying on his stomach. his back looks great like this, all his muscles on display.

but you can’t shake something you overheard.

“did you really cheat on her?”

he blinks. of course you’d bring that up after having sex.

he sighs, knowing this was only a matter of time. he shouldn’t feel so guilty. he didn’t actually cheat, though he was close to it. some would argue the intent is betrayal enough.

you’re not sure how to feel. rumours are just rumours, especially in the celebrity world. but you want to know if the man you’ve been falling for has a history of unfaithfulness.

he runs his hands through his air, barely being able to look you in the eye. “i.. came close to it.”

he wants to vomit, having to talk about it again.

you simply nod, seeing on your phone the already sparkling headlines about yours and chuuya’s love lives again. if you doom scroll long enough, they’re already reigniting the flame of his past relationship and how it ended.

you really hope this doesn’t end badly. for his sake and yours.

“are you mad?” he asks, thinking he already knows the answer. you pause for a moment. you’re angry, albeit only a little. most of that anger is towards yourself for not finding out sooner. you’re mostly just confused, if anything.

instead, you resolve to shake your head. “no, i’m not.”

and really, for a moment, you werent. the media was feasting off of something new. those that chose to rehash the past were less popular. the people wanted to see whats new, whats flashy and whats dazzling. right now, its you and chuuya together.

“what does this mean for us?” you hesitantly whisper, sliding down into the bedsheets to see him better. truthfully, neither of you know. the only thing thats clear are the feelings you share for one another.

he simply shrugs. “i’m gonna drag you down, doll. you’re a star. don’t let me do that to you.”

what hurts the most is that he’s right, even if its only a little. but you’re either an idiot, or in love. maybe both.

“..thats okay.” you smile, resolving to put love first, music second.

oh, how you’d come to regret that.

but you don’t relent when he pulls you into his arms, covering you two with the bedsheets. phones are tossed somewhere on the bed, and the penthouse keeping the two of you private. right now, you two could be together in secret. let them call it what they want.

[moraymiso]

i feel like people are taking the Infamous Skk Interview far too seriously and literally for what it was. skk as a ship wasn’t even mentioned, the question was just about dazai’s partnership with kunikida and chuuya - and funnily enough, the whole half of it regarding kunikida was… pretty brushed over by the current fandom chaos in favor of… skk ship wars? oh boy.

first of all, it was an interview. it was not meant to be the end-all be-all of shipping discourse forever. it was not meant to be death to soukoku. it was not meant to be asigiri sliding pennies under the table to fanfic authors or yelling through a glass closet either. you guys are taking it way too seriously.

and above all else, what DID asigiri say in that interview? “i leave things up to fanworks / fan interpretations”. so yes, please, enjoy your ships! continue to write your rockstar au fanfics and draw your highschool-sweetheart-skk artworks! enjoy your doomed yaoi with the peace of mind that asigiri hired several skk shippers. he does not hate you. i promise

and to people who dislike skk, chill out with waving this interview around in everyone’s faces. neither side should be up in arms over this, it’s not worth the chaos or finger-pointing. enjoy bsd however you enjoy bsd

[monoclesnapple]

Rockstar!Chuuya

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara X Gender Neutral Reader Beginning Note: Little hint of Streamer!Chuuya, but it's not the main focus. Thinking of making this a full fic, but with a lot of stuff on my plate at the moment and my motivation dwindling, it may be a while before I upload a chapter. Word Count: 594 (Fluff)

Rockstar Chuuya, who’s overwhelmed with fans prying into his life and trying to know everything there is about him.

Has an s/o who isn’t involved with his career, so they’re his only peaceful outlet in life.

Chuuya streams in his free time about anything. Sometimes he just talks with the chat, plays some games, reviews current events in the world and any future plans that can be disclosed to the public.

But he doesn’t include his s/o because he doesn’t want his fans to potentially target them due to jealousy or some other reason.

He’s shipped with popular actor, Dazai, because they’ve done a couple collaborations, whether for meet & greets, films, interviews, etc.

Assures his s/o that he won’t leave them ever because they’re the only one he feels comfortable with to be able to show them his vulnerability.

Whenever he streams, the number of viewers is overwhelming and they’re always asking for confirmation on who his lover is.

At some point, he’s tired of what his fans are saying, so he takes you to a restaurant that’s littered with people, instead of the usual empty location due to him going to the most expensive restaurant or booking the whole place.

All the paparazzi are taking pictures, and there are so many news articles questioning who this person is.

On his next stream, he seats you on his lap and tells his audience that he’s been dating you and won’t be leaving you any time soon.

He was worried that his fans would despise you, but the trending topics on his newly revealed relationship support the both of you.

Everyone now loves you because they think you fit him so well. Those who hate on the relationship are attacked by his fans.

Chuuya sees all the responses and feels a warmth in his chest because he’s glad that you’re accepted by his community.

Now, there are a lot of fanfiction shipping the two of you. You read most of them and are entertained by their strange fantasies of you both (although a little creeped out and hesitant about the smuts. Some fics, you’re a little worried).

Chuuya writes a song inspired by the events, and it’s successful. The music is cool and while the story told by the lyrics isn’t necessarily relatable, it makes sense.

At the end of one of his concerts, Chuuya calls you up to the stage where he gets down on one knee, holding a box with a beautiful ring, and proposes to you.

“You’ve always been by my side, no matter how hard it was to reassure my love for you. Despite everything that we’ve been through, you always made me feel loved and safe. I can’t and I won’t let someone like you leave. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Of course you accept, pulling him up and kissing him. The audience and other members on the stage cheer and clap for your milestone. When you pull away, he slips the ring on your finger and kisses you again.

Rockstar!Chuuya Nakahara, who continues his career and plans your wedding with you. His bank account doesn’t require a budget.

Rockstar!Chuuya Nakahara, who eagerly and nervously waits for you at the alter. The two of you say your own vows and immediately kiss when the words “You may now kiss” are uttered.

Rockstar!Chuuya Nakahara, who is eventually granted a child and golden retriever. Whose happiness is impossible to describe with all the words in the dictionary.

Whose fast paced music matches the beat of your heart.

[circinuus]

アイドル !!

I messed around with the singer au! Chuuya bot and I had an epiphany. A rockstar! Chuuya with a (closeted fan) idol! reader.

Chuuya is a senior in the industry, and you're the newcomer of the year. Your debut was received very well, and your popularity exploded! Your first single (the song wasn't written by you, by the way. Your agency doesn't let idols write and release their own songs unless it's a solo project) was quick to climb the popularity chart.

Due to this, you're invited to perform at a huge joint concert with big artists in the region. Nervous? Absolutely! You're so high-strung by the pressure that you entered the wrong dressing room. And not just any dressing room, it's the Nakahara Chuuya's! The rock star you've been secretly adoring. Secretly? Why? Well, you aren't ready to let everyone know about the multiple posters and vinyl in your room, and idols are not supposed to like rough music, right? Their love is supposed to be only reserved for their fans.

That was the plan.

Before you realize it, you're blabbering about how much of a fan you are, and how amazing of a lyricist he is. Surprised by your own vivacity, you bow in embarrassment and get ready to depart for your own performance, so that you don't bother his time longer. Instead, he said, "It's okay. Thank you very much for liking my music."

"No, thank you for the wonderful songs! I want to be able to write and perform good songs like you, one day," you replied

The backstage crew calls you for a briefing, and you bow down with a polite 'sorry' and 'see you!' as the Nakahara Chuuya mouths good luck.

Hours pass! Your performance—which came right after Chuuya's—evoked a strong positive reaction! The audience cheers and chants, "Encore!" You were very overwhelmed, you almost ran into the audio mixer on your way backstage. It didn't help that most of the other guest artists congratulates you on your debut in a huge regional concert—Chuuya included.

"Did you write that song?" he asked. And you said, "No, but I'd want to perform my own song, one day."

He raises a curious brow, "You've written one?" Then you answered with a sheepish, "Yes. But it's nothing nearly as good as yours."

Maybe the Nakahara Chuuya pitied how much of a mess you are. Or maybe he saw potential in your talent. Life in the showbiz business is tough, and you are much too excited. He ended up offering you some pointers if you're willing to accept them. Duh, stupid question. One thing leads to another, and turns out Chuuya makes a good friend! He told you about the bright and dim sides of the industry, offering you constructive criticisms for your demos, and even better, encouraging your confidence. Words are soon circulating in the agency that you are to have your own solo single project, one with a song you wrote yourself!

But things can't always be sunshine and rainbows, can't it?

The situation went downhill when a photo of you and Chuuya sitting in a cafe spread on the internet. The good rumors about your solo project are dampened by a nasty line plastered in gossip columns: "Hit Rock Star Nakahara Chuuya And Emerging Idol [Name Surname] Involved In A Scandal?!" Your agency and his label are having a hard time suppressing the media, and you can't stop blaming yourself as an idol, for burdening your idol. The stress of disappointing your fans doesn't make things better, despite those rumors not being true.

Things get quiet after around half a year, and you've cut all contact with the rock star Nakahara Chuuya. Your solo project has been released. It was well-received, although not as grandeur as your first debut in the industry. The most pleasant surprise was when you received a message from a contact you'd never opened for months. 'Congratulations on the release of your solo project. You've come a long way.' Nakahara Chuuya sent. You smiled at your phone and things went fine, until you find an inconspicuous stranger backstage. In the darkness, you can't make out his face nor the thing he is holding in his right hand...

hngg this needs more polishing but my brain is finally, frantically, braining again. oshi no ko fever is real you guys.

♡ @ashthemadwriter

[chuuyanakaahara]

PLS TELL ME ABOUT ALL OF THE WHAT THE HELL!!!!!! and yess the fantasy au seemed so fun in that postttttt, id love to hear about the band au too these always fuck so hard

okay. brief rundown of fantasy au and band au specifically.

fantasy au, summarized:

nakahara chuuya is a wayward prince with no memory of the crown he's meant to inherit, with a magic building and building inside of him that might consume at any second, a birthright given to him that should've been sealed away, made "better" by a ritual he was never given at ten years old. a wayward prince and a noble thief - a boy with bandages and a sharp tongue who seems to know that chuuya is not who he thinks he is. a royal advisor with a sly tongue and purple eyes, leading the crown back to where it should be; atop chuuya's head. an usurped former king who is planning on taking his kingdom back by storm. hence, the prince of calamity. or, chuuya is a prince, verlaine got overthrone (but he was like,,, a tween at the time, can you blame him?), dazai is a thief who may not have the parents everyone thinks he does, mori is an advisor, and everyone else gets picked up along the way.

band au, briefly summarized:

nakahara chuuya has been a star since he was 15. 15, whisked away from the life he'd lived and put into the limelight. he's a child star and a prodigy even as he ages, and nakahara chuuya is no stranger to the copious scandals that surround him; sex, drugs, liquor, fights. all of it is the same to him, his music melodic but meaningless with no muse. in comes the cocky, disgraced star dazai osamu, driven out of the spotlight years ago, hired to ghost-write for chuuya given his recent lack of top ratings. featuring rockstar chuuya, pop star/actor/pain in the ass dazai, backing band "the black lizard", rising stars atsushi & akutagawa, and disowned child-turned model-turned superstar kouyou ozaki.

[nameless-shrimp]

FOR THE NIGHT || CHUUYA NAKAHARA (BAND! AU)

↳ PAIRING: (Band/Rockstar AU!) Chuuya Nakahara x F!Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 3.4k

↳ WARNINGS: heavy swearing, lots of implied NSFW, mentions of nudity and mental exhaustion, grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: Yokohama's beloved rockstar and his manager spend one night together in the hotel room.

↳ AUTHOR'S NOTES: this was so fun to write. i really brainrotted over band! au and chuuya... ugh, i just needed to write chuuya today, haha. for anyone in my SFW taglist, feel free to read this at your own choice. there is a lot of swearing (a decent amount) along with lots of implications of NSFW. i tagged you guys since this is—technically—SFW but there is just a lot of stuff briefly mentioned that can be too much for some so make sure you check the warnings. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy! also, thank you to my brainrotting bestie @bsdparadise for the motivation to write this, MWAH.

Flash of lights glimmered along the stage with the strum of guitars echoing throughout the entire stadium. Neon colors bursting out into their own image of fireworks amongst the crowd. A hurling scream of the fans raised their arms, waving them around as the lead singer poured his heart into the microphone; hands clutched around the microphone. Eyes shut into a tight close.

Chuuya consistently poured out his heart every performance. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Not that he minded the heavy panting after each song that he played. The burst of the crowd would enlighten his ears; a beaming smile glowing on his face from the radiating neon pinks and yellows above the stage. God. A thrilling performance, usually filled with heavy anticipation of the audience. Typically rewarded with an encore; some older girls screaming out his names from the front row.

It wasn’t long until the show ended where he hopped backstage. Watching you tap your feet with the clipboard resting alongside your arms, Chuuya only smirked before tossing his hat to the side. You were met with painted black nails trailing alongside the paperwork. Catching you off guard, you raised your brow. He snickered. Only you responded with a shake of your head. Shit. And you had to wear the usual pencil skirts that you wore—as expected from his manager, though.

“Did you even listen to me out there?” Chuuya asked, fighting a groan.

You nodded. “Yeah, you sound great as always. Now hurry up and take a water break. Clean up a bit ‘cause you got some fans waiting to meet you with their backstage passes.”

Chuuya wished you acknowledged his presence more; the usual skill and talent he portrayed. Not the typical drowsy mornings that he’d experience after a strong hangover and there’d be twenty voicemails from you—mostly informing him to get up for the day. For rockstars—at least, for Chuuya—there were very few breaks. To be able to find a sense of freedom, to not be acknowledged by paparazzi swinging by the gates near his large home.

All of the performances were exhilarating. A burst of air kicked into his lungs every time he heaved a breath after letting out a high note; screechy enough to fit into the tune of the song. Everyone loved it. Or so, it seemed. But had it been so terrible for Chuuya enough that he had started to grow weary of his own career; lost in the daze of flashing cameras and the swirls of neon lights were starting to become a migraine.

How long has it been since his last vacation? He tried to recall—while fixing his smudged eyeliner—and dabbing a towel on his forehead. Completely drenched in sweat, Chuuya shook his head, wanting to take a swig of the nearest beer closest to him on the table. Drinking was not the boldest move at this point. Not when he was going to engage with a crowd of fangirls that were going to swoon by one small curve of his lips.

Yet you weren’t immersed enough with his own musical possessions and the prideful acts he’d engage on the stage. Music was an artistic release for him. Chuuya wondered if you had grown tired of your management position; always lost in paperwork and arguments with the higher-ups about his new releases. Being a rockstar was meant to be filled with excitement. Lots of women, booze, and performances that gave him a high on stage. Fuck. Has it all been so draining for you too? He didn’t know.

A chaotic bastard that Chuuya was, and he knew that well to himself. Yet so determined for new releases. Never failing to impress the others that looked up to his kind spirit. He portrayed his ego during his meet and greets. Especially then, when he smiled brightly for the cameras and even took out a marker to sign the arms of his fangirls that managed to win backstage passes to meet Chuuya; a rockstar that was known across Yokohama. Typically lost in his own notes of music and his lyrics meant to be an escape for everyone—including himself.

“No kissing.”

Your harsh words caught him out of his daze. Shit. He wasn’t even drinking yet and he was already starting to doze off into another dimension. His last fan pouted, exposing her chest a bit too much for Chuuya. The rockstar only smirked with a turn of his head, pointing at the camera as the two posed for the shot. As usual, she went on about being his greatest fan. (A typical saying that Chuuya had grown used to).

Once she left the room, you let out an exhausted sigh before crashing down at the nearby couch. The photographers had taken their leave where you both exchanged a small conversation. Chuuya made his way to the nearest stool, resting on it before he placed his palms on his knees. Damn. His jeans were a bit too tight—or maybe it was your presence alone that started to make his temperature increase. For what reason, Chuuya didn’t really know.

“The night is over,” you exhaled. “Thank God.”

“Seems like you didn’t like it when that last girl tried to kiss my cheek, huh?” Chuuya smirked, resting his cheek against his fist.

Groaning, you rubbed your forehead. “As your manager, I have to tell all of your pretty little fans to not kiss you. I don’t need you to get involved with any scandals.”

“Why?” He kept that smirk drawn on his face. “Will you get jealous?”

“It’s my job,” you retorted. “I’m not jealous. Just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“But you can’t deny the fact that you’ll be a little bit jealous, doll.”

“Go home Chuuya,” you sighed, shaking your head. Standing up from the couch, you rubbed the back of your neck tiredly before making your way to the door. Chuuya whistled, capturing your attention one last moment before your hand raised up to meet with the doorknob. “What is it now?”

He blinked. “You’re not overworking yourself, are you?”

“What are you talking about?”

Chuuya snorted, jumping off the stool before stuffing his back pockets with his hands. “You’re always so tired. Don’t act like I can’t see your soul being drained from over here. I’m not fucking blind, ya’know?”

Taken back by his response, you smiled and turned away, avoiding eye contact from him. Chuuya took note of your distance from him. He wasn’t sure why that smile of yours captured his attention more than anything. Groupies and fangirls were one thing; all beautiful in their own enlightenment, yet the crimson red staining your lips managed to catch his eyes. A faint choke of his breath would follow suit. Maybe because it reminded him of raspberry wine.

Fuck. He needed a drink.

“I’m fine, Chuuya,” you said while awkwardly rubbing your head once again. “I’m going back to the hotel now. Don’t drink so much tonight. I don’t need you having another hangover tomorrow. It’s a photoshoot day for you.”

He opened his mouth to say one thing but you drifted past the door and it slammed without another word to tumble from his lips. Swearing underneath his breath, Chuuya flopped down on the couch and threw his head back. For fuck’s sake. It’s odd for him to grow fond of his own manager. And he’d catch himself watching you do simple tasks, such as scolding him for being late to his own recording sessions or fetching him a cup of coffee at the ungodly hour of seven in the morning for a photoshoot.

He typically liked to imagine your body bare for him. Chuuya wasn’t sure why. The crimson-stained lips were one thing, though he prefers to envision your collarbones painted with blues and purples. All by the harsh bites of his lips. Time would continuously stumble by, where after every day that he spent with you, he’d catch himself imagining a simple life with you; no crowds of paparazzi and crazy fans. To learn more about his own manager—as a person, and not a simple boss that keeps his tasks in check.

Nothing ever stopped Chuuya, though. He’d let himself engage in these imaginations. Perhaps he missed being a normal person—sometimes. Life of a popular rockstar was tiring, and nonetheless, a mental drainage. Yet Chuuya wondered how you were; a typical babysitter for his own schedules and appointments. Monitoring those that were around his presence. It must’ve been hell.

Fuck, really, it sounded like it.

The night grew bolder. Clock striking at two in the morning. He was washed up in his hotel room with a random woman that stumbled in with him. She stripped for him, exposing her bare chest, yet he only gazed away. Whiskey bottle held in his hands. He eyed his chipped nail polish. Before he knew it, Chuuya’s black choker was grabbed by the naked woman in front of his bed.

“Pay attention to me.”

She was stern, yet she wasn’t you. Holy shit. You weren’t leaving his mind one bit. Chuuya wasn’t sure why he was so concerned for you. A manager. Everything was meant to be work-related. Nothing more, nothing less. And the naked woman only pouted before Chuuya shook his head. “M’sorry,” he murmured, tossing the empty whiskey bottle to the ground. “Can you please leave? I’m—” he hiccuped; and shit, he was drunk. “—sorry.”

The hotel room grew empty when the stranger left. Chuuya didn’t even know who she was—if she even was a fan. No matter. He turned to his flashing phone on the nightstand close to his bed. Rummaging through the wrinkled white sheets, he hiccuped once more before glancing down at the notification that was blinding his eyes.

‘I forgot to tell you. I left some Ibuprofen in the drawers near your bed. Take that if you get a headache the next morning. Goodnight.’

A brief text message from you. Chuuya found himself smiling, giggling into the white pillow like a schoolgirl receiving a message from her high school crush. Damn, he felt pathetic—almost. And Chuuya turned on his bed, rereading the message over and over again. It was strictly professional, kind of. In a way. Yet he grinned reading that your contact name was the only one capturing his eyes.

He wasn’t sure what came over him. Chuuya ended up in the hallways of the third floor in the hotel building he stayed at. Blurred vision. Slurred words. And his head trailed all-around before an endless pattern of hiccups left his lips. He eyed every hotel room number carefully. Not minding that he heard some couple fucking behind one of the doors; how hot. If only it had been you and him.

And shit, he was truly drunk.

Despite his drunken state, he remembered your room number very well. Thankfully, he didn’t have to tumble his way down any stairs and manage to think properly enough to go into an elevator. As he recalled, you were further down the hall. The bright hotel lights were getting to his head—as if a pounding headache was going to fucking help his state any further.

Reaching your hotel door, Chuuya raised his hand and banged on the door. Not a care in the world that he was going to wake up the others on the same floor.

With a swing of the door, your eyes widened at the flushed Chuuya in front of you—still in his sweaty clothes from when he performed just that night. You blinked for a moment, lost in confusion before you felt Chuuya fight a yawn and then tumble onto your chest.

“Y/N… hey.”

“Chuuya, what the hell?” You whispered, quickly darting your attention outside your room in hopes that no one saw him waltz to your hotel room. Hurriedly, you helped him inside and then closed the door behind you with a kick of your foot. “How drunk are you? Just, what the—dammit Chuuya.”

He shook his head. “M’sorry, Y/N. Did I disappoint you?”

The hell?

“No,” you responded. “You never disappoint me. Don’t say that.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

Your eyebrows twitched at his question. “I could say the same for you. Go back to your room and sleep.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Hmm,” he slurred. “It’s ‘cause you’re not there.”

You weren’t sure why your heart began to pick up its pace. Regardless of the handful that Chuuya was, you found yourself enjoying his presence—sometimes. And you exhaled in exhaustion, shaking your head. “God, Chuuya, you should take a bath,” you noted, scrunching up your nose. “You smell.”

Chuuya sighed. “Take one with me.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then clean me up,” he whined drunkenly.

“Absolutely not.”

He fell to the floor within seconds, causing you to groan. Bending down to meet his half-hooded gaze, you parted some of his auburn hair back. Chuuya murmured some sentences inaudibly, but you weren’t able to recall what he was trying to say. Part of you felt bad seeing him in such a drenched state; maybe the alcohol numbed his stress more often than he hoped, at least that was what you thought. Your profession was strictly meant to keep him intact; a frustrating job, almost leaving you on the verge of a mental breakdown, yet whenever you stared at Chuuya in the most vulnerable states like this, you found your heart fumbling into a pit of cartwheels that were left unexplainable to you.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you walked to the bathroom where you ran a hot bath to fill up the tub. It took a few minutes to get him to stumble on his knees—at least—before he crawled his way to the bathroom. Shit, that’s cute. And hilarious at the same time. Yokohama’s best rockstar was trapped in a drunken universe. One that caused him to feel more giddy than usual sometimes.

“I’m gonna take your, uh—” you gulped awkwardly. “Clothes off now, Chuu.”

“Adorable nickname, doll,” Chuuya chuckled, tilting his head back. “Call me that more often.”

“You heard what I said right?”

“Yeah,” he said, shooting you a wink. “Go ahead. Strip me.”

Groaning, your hands shook while he rested against the cream-colored wall of the bedroom. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, you carefully lifted the fabric off of him. Eyes slowly meeting with his bare chest; faint bruises from his old flings from a couple weeks ago. Or was it those times when he fell on stage during rehearsals? You weren’t sure, so a shake of your head was enough.

Unbuckling his belt, your cheeks flushed. A new experience for both of you. Not that you cared—or you did, really. Nothing like taking the pants off of the singer of a band that you were supposed to monitor and keep an eye on at all costs. Especially for a strict profession. The tables have really turned into something else.

“Don’t have any silly thoughts now,” you quipped.

Chuuya snickered underneath his breath. “And if I am?”

“It is what it is.”

He blinked in awe. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“Wha—” you gulped. “Thank you, I guess?”

“Don’t like it when I compliment you, boss?”

You gritted your teeth, fighting back the blush creeping upon the exposed collarbone from your loose t-shirt. “It’s not something I’m used to, I guess.”

A chuckle fell from his lips loosely. “I mean it. You’re breathtaking.”

A splish-splash of water would be tossed your way, where you stared at Chuuya teasing you while his body rested in the tub. Every so often, he’d manage to wash his hair before asking you to do the task for him—simply because he was too damn drunk to function properly on his own—and regardless of how tired you were, you were still obliged to do it. At least seeing him in his fragile states like this brought comfort to your heart. These unusual emotions towards Chuuya were different sensations; sweat trickling down the sides of your head from nervousness. A walk across a thin line about to snap.

All of this was too unprofessional even for you. To be washing Chuuya’s hair and body. Fruity shampoo lingered in the air before he’d dive underneath the water to rinse off the remains. He’d joke about letting you join him. You always shook your head, yet you gripped on the ends of your t-shirt, not wanting to inform him you were only in your panties underneath the large shirt covering your thighs. Fucking hell. This was too awkward—yet the bits of his playful acts felt so real; almost as if you were both stuck in your own galaxy together.

(You threw towels at him every time Chuuya teased about having you watch him get out of the bathtub.)

By the time he stumbled out from the bathroom, alcohol intoxicated the air. It disgusted you in a way, simply because it gave you a growing headache—as if you weren’t around the scent of booze enough on a daily basis—and you were taken back by strong arms thrown around your figure. Twiddling your thumbs anxiously, you looked to see Chuuya rest his head on your shoulders.

“M’sleepy,” he slurred his words.

“I—I can walk you back—”

“Sleep with me.”

Before you could respond, he threw you onto the bed with him. Face meeting the freshly washed covers. Lavender detergent most likely. And your eyes glistened, watching Chuuya lay next to you on your bed. Nothing but his boxers. At least he was clean and not a sweaty mess like before. That was good enough.

His eyes fluttered open in a swift manner. Eyes void of color, almost due to his harsh drunken state, and his palm was met with your flustered face. His thumb trailed alongside your lips. Not even a moment was wasted when Chuuya leaned in; lips against one another—a puzzle meant to be fit underneath the moonlight kissing his exposed skin as yours danced along with the illumination.

His fingers slowly trailed down to meet your sides, rubbing circles on the skin. It happened so suddenly, yet you didn’t find yourself pulling back. Chuuya played his strings well; a symphony that he hoped to create. You wanted oxygen, yet you fought back on it. His movements were fluid, so smooth in its silky form, and he hovered over you in an instant—lips connecting with one another cautiously yet dazed in their own state of hunger.

Chuuya parted from you. Breaths panting from both of your mouths. Eyes completely lost into one another. Confusion itched on your face as a grin of satisfaction was tattooed among his lips. “Can you tell?” He asked breathlessly.

“What?” You inhaled.

“That I have been in love with you.”

Your eyes widened before Chuuya fell down onto the bed, face meeting with the large pillow below him. Sitting up from the bed, your fingers carved along your lips; meeting with the emptiness of his lips now that you both had stopped exchanging kisses. Turning to him, Chuuya hummed one of his own songs while burrowing his face further down his pillow. Your eyes glanced at the alarm clock; it was almost four in the morning. You knew that the photoshoot was going to be pointless for him at this point. Though his world began to shimmer into brighter colors once he opened his eyes and stared at you for a moment.

“Hey,” he whistled right after speaking. “Let’s take a vacation together someday.”

Your hand ghosted along with his before he intertwined his fingers with you. The uneasiness you had from before had been gone long ago. Chuuya must’ve been in his head again. But you were hoping that the next morning that he wouldn’t forget what had happened that night. And without thinking, you kissed his knuckles; he chuckled near the pillow sheets at your soft touch, nuzzling into the fabric.

“Sleep, Chuu,” you said. “It’s very late.”

“Sleep with me then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Do you really need me by your side tonight?”

For the night, after two in the morning, Chuuya had broken his dam. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that had given him the confidence to stumble upon your room. Regardless, it was a night that he refused to forget. A memory that he wanted to keep. Perhaps he could write lyrics about this one day. He kept that smirk on his lips; not for one second did it fade away. And he’s given himself up. Yours—momentarily. Even for the night.

“I do.”

tags: @whorefordazai @tender-rosiey @internetkilledtheroxstar @sadcannibal @bsdparadise @pompompurin1028 @dazais-osamu @tetsustation @milky-toast @missrown @requiem626k @jessbeinme15 @kyuus4ku @so-chile @kiyokoxd @dazaiaiko

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Fic: Chasing Gazes

This was my piece in the @avocadotoastskkzine! I’ve been lazy about formatting and all the little things to post online so it’s up a lot later than when we were allowed to post. I had a lot of fun with this!

Read on AO3.

Pairing: Dazai Osamu / Nakahara Chuuya Word Count: 5,000 Warnings/Tags: T. Rockstar AU, rivals to contract friends to lovers, fake/pretend relationship but it’s fake friendship instead of fake dating, Summary: Maybe getting into a one-sided drunken fight with Dazai of Armed Detective Records in public wasn’t the best idea.

Ougai and Kouyou watch Chuuya storm around Ougai’s office. He finishes by slamming his hands down on Ougai’s desk, breathing heavily and glaring murder. Ougai drums his fingers expectantly.

“There’s no way we’re working with that bastard!”

“Gin, Ryunosuke, and Tachihara have already agreed,” Kouyou says from behind.

“Kouyou suggested to wait to tell you until everything was settled,” Ougai explains. He glances at the jostled items on his desk. “We were all in agreement.”

He’s surrounded by traitors. All of them. Traitors.

Chuuya crosses his arms over his chest with a huff. He knew he was in for a scolding when he was called to Ougai’s office. He knew when he woke up to Google alerts and tweets and tabloid articles with his arm pulled back ready to throw a punch—that ended up missing, seeing as Chuuya’s knuckles are fine. Which is unfortunate in Chuuya’s opinion, but he’s in the minority.

Maybe getting into a one-sided drunken fight with Dazai of Armed Detective Records in public wasn’t the best idea. But he doesn’t even remember much of what happened. All he remembers is that he’d already been in a bad mood because he’d come second to Dazai in yet another popularity list that everyone seemed to be talking about.

So he went to Arahabaki, a bar he’d been going to since he was an underage kid begging the owner until he was allowed to perform on weekdays after school. Arahabaki is where Ougai found him and he joined the Akutagawas and Tachihara to form BlackSheep.

It’s his turf. Dazai wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near it.

Ougai hands over a file of papers. "Sign this and we’re all set."

Chuuya takes the packet and flips through. It's a contract detailing the collaboration for two songs, one by BlackSheep featuring Dazai and one by Dazai featuring Chuuya alone. It seems easy enough, but as Chuuya reads on, the contract starts detailing events he has to do with Dazai. A few of them involve the rest of BlackSheep but mostly it’s just him.

“What the hell is this?” Chuuya flips through the contract. “Be seen having meals together, interact and post on social media about and with each other, present the image of best friends?”

“We need to clean up your image. Your rivalry with Dazai, however self-declared⸺”

“Self-declared!?”

“⸺and one-sided was fine for sales for a while, but getting into an actual altercation is not.”

Kouyou adds, “ADR is being quite generous considering you almost injured their cash cow.”

“They had the choice of taking advantage of this to promote themselves while your reputation sinks. But—” Ougai’s grin sends a shiver of dread down Chuuya’s spine—“what’s better marketing than two rivals becoming the best of friends?”

“His fans hate me,” Chuuya argues.

Ougai waves his concern off. “Vocal minorities. Have you any idea how much fanfiction there is of the two of you?”

Chuuya does not know nor does he want to.

“Anyway, everything’s already set. We’re just waiting for your signature.”

Chuuya flips to the last page where six signatures are scribbled at the bottom. The terms could be a lot worse. Dazai and ADR could have left Chuuya to sink and he’s not alone. He’d have dragged BlackSheep down with him and he’d never forgive himself for that. Ryunosuke would kill him if Gin, by some miracle, didn’t beat him to it. Tachihara would burn his guitars.

Reluctantly, Chuuya grabs a pen and signs in the space left next to Dazai’s obnoxious flourish. Just as he finishes, a knock sounds on the door behind him followed by Ryota’s voice. “Mr. Mori, I have your guests.”

Chuuya drops the pen as Dazai enters, grinning wide. “Thanks for having us.”

“No time like the present, my ass,” Chuuya mutters. Dazai came with Kunikida, his manager, and regards from Yukichi, ADR’s president. After a quick round of introductions, Ougai tossed Dazai and Chuuya out with the company credit card and everyone’s orders to go buy from a nearby café.

They’re in minimal disguise, hats and sunglasses, but the café’s between rush hours. Some of the few patrons have been glancing over and whispering to their companions, but no one’s come up to them just yet. Chuuya’s noticed a few awkwardly angled phones.

“Hmm. What’re you thinking of getting?” Dazai’s scanning the menu.

“We don’t have to actually make small talk,” Chuuya replies. “Just sit and look pretty for fans and tipped paps.”

Dazai ignores him. “I’ll go up when you decide what you want.”

“I can order my own damn drink. And it’s on my label’s card.” He goes to do just that, Ougai’s card is in his pocket, anyway, but Dazai grabs his wrist and holds him back.

It takes every part of Chuuya not to yank his hand free and go off on the popstar. Ougai would kill him. Kouyou would sign him up for one of those terrible celebrity game shows.

“Yes?” Chuuya fixes a tense smile and tries to pull his hand away, but Dazai’s grip is unrelenting.

Dazai steps closer but there’s really no space for him to be doing so, they’re chest to chest. To Chuuya’s displeasure he barely makes it to Dazai’s chin. It’s one thing to know there’s 21 centimeters between them and another to confront it so closely.

“Seriously, let me cover it. It’s my turn.” Dazai beams down a smile, all commercial teeth and conniving eyes.

Chuuya has no idea what the hell Dazai’s on about. He’s about to say as much but Dazai squeezes his wrist and lowers his voice, keeping his smile in place. “Sit and look pretty, right? Suits you more than me.”

He places a hand on Chuuya’s shoulder and gently but firmly pushes him towards a barstool by the window. Chuuya’s too stunned by Dazai’s cryptic statement to fight and even then he’s stuck, legally bound not to make a commotion. So he fixes a smile that’s likely more of a grimace, conceding. Dazai still takes a touch too long to let go of him.

It’s not until Chuuya’s slouching in the seat that he realizes he never told Dazai what he wanted, but it doesn’t matter as long as they finish up quickly. His gaze flits about the café but ultimately lands and stays on Dazai because there’s nothing else to do. The man rocks on his heels like he’s a kid who can’t stand still.

The line’s short and Dazai makes his order and pays quickly. He waits by the pick-up, leaning against the counter like he’s posing. When he meets Chuuya’s gaze and winks, Chuuya turns away before he can scowl and looks out the window, until an iced drink is held in his face.

“What?”

“A drink.” Dazai shakes the cup.

Chuuya’s eye twitches. “I can see that.”

“One of their summer iced teas. Thought you might like it.”

Chuuya hesitantly takes the drink and a sip, grudgingly admitting, “It’s good.” He glances up at Dazai only to see that Dazai’s gaze is a little too focused on him.

Chuuya’s gotten used to being watched. Even when he wasn’t a celebrity people watched him, granted, for vastly different reasons, but Dazai’s stare smothers them all. It’s as if Dazai’s seeing into him, seeing something Chuuya can’t and it puts Chuuya at a disadvantage. It’s like he’s lost before he even knew he was competing and still didn’t know in what.

“Go get the rest of them, they’re ready.” Chuuya goes to get the door for Dazai when he gets a tray of everyone else’s drinks and a bag of cakes. Chuuya takes the bag from him and intends on it being a silent walk but Dazai has other ideas.

 “What’s your schedule like today?” Dazai turns so he’s walking backwards. He pulls a too-perfect expression of sincere curiosity. “Hmm? Your manager said you weren’t that busy.”

“I’m busy.” Chuuya doesn’t like Dazai’s insinuating tone. “Today’s free time is rare.”

The way Dazai’s grin widens has Chuuya walking faster so he doesn’t give last night’s punch another go. He’s sober so he won’t miss this time.

“Then how’s BlackSheep’s new album coming along? Your last single did well.”

Chuuya’s eye twitches. ‘Well’ was understating it. It was number one on the charts when it came out. And then Dazai released a new song not a week later and BlackSheep dropped to number two. From Dazai’s willful grin, he’s well aware of that.

Luckily for Chuuya, PM’s doors are just ahead stopping him—for now—from reacting. Because that’s what Dazai does. He gets under your skin and baits you into reacting and when Chuuya does, he ends up the bad guy. Last night was definitely Dazai’s fault.

They return to Ougai’s office and distribute drinks and snacks before going over the contract, again. It’s mostly their managers talking. Chuuya sulkily drinks his tea because he doesn’t really have much of a choice in things, apparently. When they wrap up, Kouyou orders Chuuya to walk Dazai out while she walks Kunikida to their car.

Chuuya spots Kouyou’s tipped reporter almost immediately once they’re outside.

“Looking forward to next time, Chuuya,” Dazai says, giving the reporter a good angle.

“Definitely,” Chuuya replies, lying through his camera-ready grin.

When Kunikida pulls up, Chuuya goes to wave a truly heartfelt good-bye to Dazai, but Dazai has other ideas. Before Chuuya can raise his hand, Dazai’s stepping in and hugging him.

Despite his twig-thin appearance, there’s strength in Dazai’s arms. He presses close to Chuuya, fitting their bodies together so all Chuuya can feel is Dazai.

Chuuya freezes, tries to step back but Dazai’s arms tighten and he ducks his head to Chuuya’s ear, whispering, “Best of friends, remember?”

With great effort, Chuuya’s arms come up to return the hug as he hides his scowl against Dazai’s chest. The bastard’s height has its uses. “Fuck you.”

Dazai pulls away with a shit-eating grin and lazily waves as he gets into Kunikida’s car and they finally, finally, drive away.

Kouyou’s waiting for him inside and beckons him to follow her. “Come on. Since you’re here, you can continue working on the album. Ryunosuke and Tachihara are already here and Gin will join you boys at four.”

It’s technically his rare day off but he’d have been working on new songs at home anyway, so he follows without argument.

Kouyou drops him off at one of the practice rooms that BlackSheep have been using at all hours of the day for the past few weeks. They walk in on Tachihara and Ryunosuke in the middle of a break, Ryunosuke at a table with a bento and tea, and Tachihara lying down on the spare futon they keep in the corner, on his phone.

“How was your meeting with your new best friend?” Tachihara asks without looking up.

“You’re all traitors,” Chuuya replies, grabbing the chair opposite Ryunosuke. “What’s new?”

Ryunosuke uses one hand to slide over a revised composition of what they’d been working on yesterday.

“Lyrics still need work,” Tachihara says from the floor. “Huh. Have you checked Dazai’s Instagram?”

“Why would I?”

“Prob should now that you guys are besties.”

Chuuya glares at him but pulls out his phone. His page is rarely updated outside of promotional obligations but he finds Dazai’s profile. At first, he’s surprised by the ‘follow back’ option. But his attention quickly shifts to the newest post.

He has no idea when Dazai took the photo. It’s of Chuuya in the café drinking the iced tea Dazai had got him. He can’t even be angry because it’s actually a good photo of him. But when Chuuya reads the caption, his ears grow warm.

[ @blacksheepchuuya makes sitting and looking pretty so easy, right? ]

“That asshole.” But he likes the photo and follows Dazai back. Because he has to.

The first day they actually work together, Dazai returns to PM. It’s a disaster.

Everyone gets along with him and he’s polite and brings donuts. Chuuya, unlike his bandmates, doesn’t partake in the bribe even though the dark chocolate glaze Dazai brought is his favorite.

When they do finally get to work, Dazai requests that they play some of what they’ve done so far.

“Didn’t realize spying was part of the contract,” Chuuya says.

Dazai blinks innocently. “Not at all. Since our song will be part of your new album, I just wanted to know what the general sound was to make sure I fit with what you have. Unless you haven’t got much done yet.”

Chuuya grits his teeth, knows he’s being baited, but Dazai’s not wrong. Dazai sits with his legs crossed and stares directly at Chuuya while they play snippets of their songs. Chuuya ignores him.

As they play, his ire fades as he focus on the music, on Tachihara’s drums, Gin’s bass, Ryunosuke’s guitar and supporting vocals. He forgets his audience, eyes closed as he sings. It’s like a regular practice session. At least until he opens his eyes and meets Dazai’s gaze. He’s watching intently, like in the café, expression unreadable, but it’s gone in a flash back to his usual aloof amusement. When they finish, Dazai doesn’t look at Chuuya. He claps and hands out praises to Chuuya’s apparently easy bandmates. Tachihara doesn’t even reply with his usual arrogant snark. Ryunosuke preens. At least Gin’s still on his side.

Later, when Ryunosuke’s showing Dazai what they’re in the middle of, Gin says, “Dazai’s not bad. It’ll be fun working with him,” and Chuuya takes everything good he’s thought about her back.

It is not fun working with him.

By the time they have to end for the day they haven’t done much. It’s not Chuuya’s fault, despite the looks everyone keeps giving him. Dazai’s ideas and suggestions weren’t good enough. Chuuya has standards and if Dazai doesn’t meet them, that’s his problem.

 “You know,” Tachihara says as they pack up to head over to film a wine commercial Chuuya’s been looking forward to. “The more you fight the longer you’re going to have to work with him.”

Chuuya tells him to shut up.

Dazai walks out with them to the van and pulls Chuuya into another hug goodbye. Kouyou hadn’t texted him about a tipped pap so he figures Dazai’s side arranged someone who was better at hiding.

The second time they work together a few days later goes somewhat better. With Gin and Tachihara giving him pointed looks, Chuuya doesn’t combat everything Dazai does. But they still argue over a refrain for half an hour before the two are separated, and Chuuya has to walk him out.

Their next commitment is a photoshoot. They’re all in some sort of suit and tie look, Dazai in white and gold and BlackSheep in black and silver.

Ranpo, an eccentric photographer who’s worked with PM and ADR several times starts with just BlackSheep. Dazai stands against the back wall and watches. Chuuya feels his eyes rove over his body like hands. It’s disconcerting. When Chuuya’s hanging off Tachihara in a manner that’s a little provocative per Ranpo’s directions, Dazai’s gaze burns.

“Something wrong, Chuuya?” Ranpo asks. “Your face is a little red.”

Chuuya doesn’t look at Dazai. “I’m fine.”

But Ranpo says they’ve got plenty of great shots to work with and Dazai’s called up for a few solos before they do all five of them.

Dazai passes him a bottle of water as they switch places. “Pity your brand is all dark and edgy. You’d look great smiling.”

“W-what?” He can’t have heard right.

But Dazai carries on, their fingers meeting around wet plastic. “But I don’t know if I want the whole world to know your smile that easily.” And he leaves Chuuya with the water bottle that’s too cold against his heated skin.

“You do look a little red,” Ryunosuke says when Chuuya takes a seat in the back.

“I’m fine. It’s hot,” Chuuya replies and drinks his water. He sneaks a glance at Dazai and finds the man already watching him over their crouched photographer, loosening his tie.

Chuuya’s caught in Dazai’s gaze, only released when Dazai has to break contact to follow Ranpo’s directions. When Ranpo finishes with Dazai they move onto the group shots.

Assistants bring a loveseat onto the set that everyone has to fit on with Chuuya and Dazai in the middle since they’re the focus of this whole farce. Gin and Tachihara take up the armrests and Ryunosuke stands by Gin.

The loveseat is intimate. When Chuuya sits down beside Dazai there’s really not much room between them, yet Ranpo orders them closer.

Chuuya grits his teeth. He doesn’t know what Ranpo wants from them, there’s not much closer they can get. But Dazai curls his arm around Chuuya’s waist and Chuuya all but ends up in Dazai’s lap. Dazai radiates heat and his hand on Chuuya’s hip is like a brand.

Ranpo says, “Good,” and the camera clicks.

It’s the worst shoot he’s ever had to do. Dazai is far too close and it’s hot and uncomfortable but Ranpo seems to want the two of them all over each other.

Just when Chuuya thinks they’re finally done, Ranpo says, “Now just Chuuya and Dazai.”

The second his bandmates are off the set, Chuuya leans closer to the free armrest but Dazai decides to throw his legs over the side of his armrest and lie down with his head on Chuuya’s lap. He grins up as Ranpo takes photos that probably won’t be used because Chuuya’s glaring down at the annoyance he’s contractually bound to.

“What are you doing?” he hisses.

Dazai just reaches up and steals Chuuya’s hat. “Your scowls are almost as cute a smile.”

Chuuya splutters, face heating. He fists Dazai’s tie and yanks him up, maybe trying to choke the bastard, but Dazai just laughs and Ranpo yells at them to hold the pose.

Dazai spends the rest of the shoot all over Chuuya. He has some limb or another draped over him at all times, and even goes so far as to carry Chuuya for the few stunned seconds Chuuya allows it before recovering his senses. Ranpo only encourages it all. When the shoot finally ends, Chuuya rushes through getting his own clothes back on, but as he leaves the changing room, he walks into Dazai.

Arms wrap around his waist as he braces himself against Dazai’s obtrusive chest he’s become far too familiar with as of late.

“Careful there, shorty,” Dazai says but he doesn’t let go of Chuuya, even when Chuuya moves to step back, pushing against Dazai’s chest.

“Who’re you calling shorty?” If only he could punch him. Just once. Right in his stupid grinning face.

“Is there anyone else here?” Dazai removes one arm from around Chuuya and pulls out his phone. “We should post a selfie. Teaser material, among other things.”

Dazai’s already got his camera app open and holds his phone out with his stupid long arms. Chuuya doesn’t have the time to fix a pretense of a smile before Dazai’s taking the picture. Dazai checks the photo but pauses.

“Ah, never mind. Not good for the internet.”

“What, why?” Chuuya reaches out to snatch the phone and catches a glance. Chuuya’s captured with his eyes transitioning from wide surprise to narrowed scowl, and something must have been off with Dazai’s camera or the lighting because he looks far too flushed.

Dazai releases him. “I’m going to be late for another appointment. See you soon, shorty!”

He’s gone in a flash but the ghost of Dazai’s touch stays through his next appointment.

The following few weeks are a lot of back and forth between ADR and PM. Their breaks are spent going outside so reporters can see them and post photos and speculations. After they announce the collaboration, more photos of the two of them, outside of the ones they and their labels have been posting, appear online.

Chuuya notices a lot of them have Dazai looking at him when he’s not paying attention. Dazai’s expression isn’t one Chuuya’s used to seeing. It’s soft, thoughtful. His mouth curved in a gentle smile that makes Chuuya’s ears burn.

Chuuya’s at ADR waiting for Dazai. He’d come early and Dazai was apparently going to be running late so he busies himself by working on a song that’s been swimming around his head. It’s mostly just a jumble of verses but they bring Dazai’s face to his mind and make him unable to progress much.

Frustration gets to him quickly so he takes a break, resting his head on the table. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep but he wakes up to brown eyes watching him. He sits up, quick enough to make his head spin and wipes any traces of drool from his mouth, flustered.

“When’d you get here?” Was he just watching Chuuya sleep? Chuuya rubs his face, it feels too warm.

“Just now. Were you working on this?”

Dazai holds up Chuuya’s partial lyrics that Chuuya quickly snatches, folding the paper up and putting it away. “It’s nothing.”

There’s a box on the table. Dazai opens it and pushes it towards Chuuya. “I brought snacks.” More donuts and this time, Chuuya takes the dark chocolate offering.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he says and Dazai just hums.

After that, their schedules don’t line up for close to two weeks and that’s only partly Chuuya’s fault. He comes down with a weird cold the mornings he has something scheduled with Dazai, his heart racing, his skin too warm, and his stomach twisting. The symptoms worsen whenever he sees photos of the two of them or just Dazai, works on the unfinished lyrics. When he thinks about Dazai’s casual touches for cameras.

Their only interactions are through social media to keep to their contracts. Fans from both sides have been speculating and directly asking what’s going on between them. Dazai’s as enigmatic online as he is in person and his answers are unhelpful, to say the least. Chuuya just doesn’t respond to the direct questions. They have an interview soon anyway.

It’s early when Chuuya’s at the studio for a morning talk show he and Dazai have a segment on. ADR and PM announced their collaboration and quickly set up the first TV interview.

Chuuya doesn’t see Dazai until right before they’re due on set and there’s no time to talk or rehash what their stories are. Not only do they have to sell their upcoming albums, but their friendship too.

They wait in the wings, fitted with body mics and standing closer together than needed. Chuuya crosses his arms, tries not to fidget, not think about Dazai being so close. He’d gotten familiar with the feel of Dazai near and around him and not seeing him for weeks has amplified his awareness of the other man. He’s so caught in his own thoughts that he almost misses their cue, but Dazai grabs his hand and leads the walk onto the stage, letting go just before the cameras catch them. The applause is deafening. There’s no time to think. Chuuya pastes on a smile and does his job.

They quickly go through the usual pleasantries and get to business when their interviewer, Naomi, asks them about their albums. Dazai takes the lead for most of the answers, charming everyone with winks and cheeky grins. He’s a firm line of heat against Chuuya’s side, arm loosely draped over the back of the couch they have to share, fingers brushing against the back of Chuuya’s neck.

“You both have been taking social media by storm since you publicized your friendship and collab. How long have you two been close?”

Chuuya looks to Dazai but it seems it’s his turn to answer. “It just…happened. Our circles don’t exactly mix but we cross paths enough. Dazai may have started his career before me but we’re the same age and I caught up to him. It kind of developed from there.”

“So is there any truth to the big rivalry between you two?”

Dazai laughs and leans into Chuuya. His arm moves from the back of the couch to settle around Chuuya’s shoulders. “Chuuya’s very competitive so there’s some professional rivalry, but I’m actually a fan. I own every CD BlackSheep’s ever released and I’ve been following Chuuya for years. I used to watch him perform at Arahabaki.” When Dazai glances at him, his smile doesn’t look as sharp as it usually is.

Chuuya can’t hide his surprise. “You’ve known me since then? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Let me have some secrets.” Dazai winks at the audience and incites joking boos.

“All you are, are secrets,” Chuuya huffs. His mind can’t stop circling about Dazai knowing him for that long. He’d always thought it was one-sided. Why would Dazai have known him before BlackSheep got popular?

“I’m a lot more open with you, though.” It’s quiet, Chuuya almost isn’t sure he heard correctly, but their forgotten interviewer jumps back in.

“You both have just been full of secrets. Can you share anything about your new songs? Any teasers?”

Chuuya laughs and shakes his head. Even if he wanted to, they still don’t really have anything. He refuses to feel guilty for his part in their standstill progress. But Naomi pouts and tries to cajole them into giving away details.

Chuuya goes to continue their planned blue-balling, but Dazai sits up and shrugs. “Why not. A teaser for our lovely fans.”

Naomi and the audience cheer while Chuuya stares wide-eyed at Dazai, wondering what the idiot was doing as a piano is rolled onto the other side of the set.

The piano was not a part of the script. All they were supposed to do was be coy with hints and teasing. There isn’t supposed to be a piano and Dazai isn’t supposed to go up to it, or be grabbing Chuuya’s hand and pulling him along.

He can’t even demand to know what’s going on because he’s mic’d and they’re on a live broadcast. Dazai sits on the bench and pulls Chuuya down beside him. They’re flush against each other, the bench designed for one, not two, and Dazai rests his hands on the keys. There’s a sheet of paper on the music rack. Chuuya doesn’t recognize the handwriting but the lyrics are familiar. Dazai made some additions.

“When did you…” he starts but Dazai starts playing and even though all he has are questions, Chuuya sings.

They only play a snippet, maybe thirty seconds, forty-five tops. It’s a slow piece, slower than Chuuya’s used to. It’s definitely in Dazai’s style but some of the chord progressions are in a lot of Chuuya’s compositions. When they finish, Dazai’s not looking at Chuuya but Chuuya can’t look away.

The rest of their segment is a blur. He only vaguely registers smiling and nodding along to Naomi as she thanks them for joining her and waves off as they cut to commercial and Dazai and Chuuya sign a few pieces for their fans in the audience.

When Dazai gets held up talking to an enthusiastic fan, Chuuya makes his escape. He gets to the dressing room and downs one of the bottles of water, mind a whir of all the strange things Dazai’s said. Of what Dazai hid under all his antagonizing jabs and smirks.

He has no idea how to face Dazai. So he has to find Kouyou and get out before Dazai comes back. When he reaches for the door, it swings open as he grabs the handle, pulling him along and right into a chest.

The hand not on the other doorknob comes to hold Chuuya. “I’ve told you to be careful, shorty.”

Chuuya stumbles with a retort, mind blank but for the awareness of Dazai holding him, Dazai against him, Dazai grinning down at him. At least until whatever expression is stuck on his face wipes Dazai’s grin clean and Dazai shuffles them into the dressing room, door clicking shut at Dazai’s back.

“All the ways I imagined this, I didn’t think you’d be the one pinning me against a door,” he says.

 Chuuya lets go of the doorknob and tries to step back and give both him and Dazai space, but Dazai doesn’t let go, instead he slides his hand around Chuuya and leans back against the door.

“What’re you doing?” Chuuya looks to the side. He’s flushed and his heart’s thudding in his chest, erratic and uneven as if it had an off-tempo twin.

“Not sure just yet.” Dazai’s voice softens. Chuuya’s never heard him sound so hesitant. Didn’t know he could be. The man doesn’t know how to be anything but a confidently arrogant pain in the ass.

The thudding at his chest increases and Chuuya realizes it’s not just his heart thundering away.

“Dazai,” Chuuya starts and makes himself look up and meets Dazai’s gaze.

Chuuya’s heart stutters and the other one ticks even faster, like it’s sprinting the last leg of a race.

“I like you,” Dazai says and Chuuya can feign ignorance, misunderstand, but the weight of Dazai’s words don’t allow room for anything but what Dazai means. Chuuya doesn’t know what to say.

“This is where you say you like me too,” Dazai fills the pause between them.

“What?” Chuuya splutters. “How do you know I like you?”

“Ah, so you do?” Dazai’s smirking but Chuuya feels the moment Dazai’s heart skips. He’s let his smug armor crack.

“Oh shut up,” Chuuya grumbles and rises up to make sure the tall bastard can’t say something irritating.

The kiss is brief but Chuuya’s breathless when he pulls back, or at least tries to. Dazai follows him and Chuuya’s stuck in Dazai’s arms that hug him close for another lingering press of mouths that for once have nothing mocking to say.

“I think the rest of this collaboration is going to be fun,” Dazai says and his smile isn’t the sharp one he flashes to cameras.

[no-longer-tainted]

Nakahara Chuuya

Thank you for asking!

Favorite romantic shipping: Soukoku || obviously, I guess

Favorite platonic shipping: Chuuya & Kyouka & Kouyou || I really love them in a family-like relationship

How do I call them: Chuuya, sometimes Chuu

Would I cosplay them: I did! And I still have a lot of his outfits planned 

Do I want to have their ability: He has my most favorite ability and something I always wished to be able to do as a kid? Like floating myself and letting things float. So this is a definite yes.

His other part of the ability- I would avoid using it

Favorite Mayoi outfit/card: This is a hard one, really, he has so many gorgeous cards but my ultimate favorite has to be the rockstar one, still (#186)

A random Headcanon about them: He uses his ability for cooking

What story would I write with them as the main character: This is a never-ending list because he is my favorite to put as the main character. 

So one of my many AUs I noted down:

Chuuya works in a coffee shop and Dazai is a student at the local university. Chuuya has a huge dislike against students because he sees them as annoying due to their attitude of thinking of them as something better than others. 

While Dazai is studying, he often visits the shop Chuuya works at to annoy him last minute before the shop closes and proves Chuuya’s point. 

Chuuya always complains but finds himself preparing Dazai’s order on time anyway. (”So I won’t have to stay longer because of you”) and slowly starts to fall for Dazai, 

The night before Dazai has to leave for the semester break, he kisses Chuuya (”so you won’t forget about me”) but Chuuya leans in for another kiss. “I hope you won’t cheat on me with another coffee”

Anything else I want to mention: I hate the discourses around Chuuya and people feeling the need to prove a point by shoving their own interpretation of him in other’s faces like it’s the truth itself. 

Everyone enjoys characters differently and if someone puts different aspects more ahead than you would do than just ignore them. 

It doesn’t matter if people make him too feminine, always as a bottom, always this or that and fuck this shit. Let people enjoy, it’s not about your personal preferences but about having fun by what you do.

There is no one correct interpretation.

Anything you may specifically asked: ///

[amethysttide]

Literally no one asked, but here’s a recommendation list of Skk fics.

still still still by toriosaurus

Finally, Chuuya eloquently said, “I don’t want to date you.” Dazai huffed. “Yeah, well, I’m not too thrilled at the idea of having a crazy rockstar boyfriend. But you got us into this mess, you need to help us get out of it.” Had Dazai gone insane? Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu, dating? Had Chuuya not made it clear through the dozens of direct and indirect meetings that he despised Dazai with every fiber in his body.

Featuring: drunk tweets, falling in love, horrendous song writing, cheesy interviews, learning how to "fake it," and Chuuya getting over the headache that is Dazai. Not necessarily in that order.

Linger by iskendaris

Chuuya goes missing. Everyone assumes. Dazai investigates. One: Everyone in Port Mafia believes that Chuuya is with him. Two: They believe Chuuya has been with him for a month now. Three: Both are patently untrue, therefore Chuuya has been missing for a month.

hide the truth by writingfromtheshadows

When Chuuya wakes up in the middle of an ongoing fight without any memory of how he got there or what happened to him, he ends up turning to someone saved as 'bandage-waster' in his phone. Somehow, it just feels like the right decision.

Bet Your Life by PaperclipPages

Chuuya finally won a bet against Dazai, but his triumph had unplanned consequences when Dazai tried to prove him wrong.

Tenfold by dgalerab

Dazai isn't expecting an ordinary mission to go wrong, but he should have. After all, Dostoyevsky is on the loose and needs Dazai to achieve his goals. As Chuuya realizes that Dazai's been kidnapped, he allies with the ADA to bring him back no matter the cost.

(Technically after my other Soukoku fics but can be read without.)

Forgettable Significance by Witheryvine

Well, but it's Dazai. A traitor who left him behind, yes, but also the same boy, man, who had always been by his side for most parts of his life. It isn't hard, it's easy even (even if it hurts) to fall back into the same old patterns of banter and then some. It's almost as if nothing has changed, almost as if four years don't stand between them. At least, until Chuuya discovers that leaving him behind wasn't the worst thing Dazai did to him.

A Spring Without You is Coming by likeshining

"Chuuya when was the last time you slept?"

"That's none of your business Dazai."

or the insomnia fic nobody asked me to write but I did anyway.

Retrace by Kuranoa

Chuuya dreams every night, and in those dreams, he dies the most horrendous deaths, over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat, afraid and disoriented.

Dazai always assures him that they are nothing but nightmares.

In this world, Fyodor has successfully obtained The Book. In this world, Dazai has witnessed Chuuya’s death 18,263 times.

Happily (n)Ever After by Memos

“I’ll ask again, do you remember what we did last night?”

For the longest time Chuuya was met with only silence.

“Well, I remember how the night started…” Dazai finally revealed, still lying sprawled on the floor.

Snow and Dirty Rain by chuuyacchi

“I don’t have a type.”

“Well, Dazai-san seems to be one.”

Or Chuuya is a literature student who frequents the cat cafe where Dazai works as a barista and somehow falls in love with him.

To Ruination by Kuranoa

Dazai learned to enjoy life a little when he joined the Armed Detective Agency, despite not having found a reason to live. Perhaps he could learn to love also.

As for Chuuya, life went on with or without that waste of bandages.

a sense of home by Lua

Chuuya is tired after a long mission and the last thing he expects to find in his apartment is a very sick Dazai, trying to feel safe in a moment of weakness.

For You and Only You by CheesyPotatoes

In which Dazai finds and loses and finds Chuuya again.

25 lives worth of "I love you"'s is never enough.

Doppelganger by dgalerab

Dazai sees Chuuya die. Chuuya sees his reaction.

[aja154ever]

Day 1: Challenge - Rank Your Top 10 Favourite Male Seiyuu

Thanks for the tag @akaskira

Tenen! The time has come for me to boast about my beloved voices.. nufufufu

10. Fukuyama Jun - My 2nd favorite seiyuu voice, especially as Takishima Kei.

Notable Characters: Lelouch Lamperouge, Koro-sensei, Ichimatsu, Okumura Yukio, Noragami Kazuma, Grell Sutcliff, Sakaguchi Ango

9. Suzuki Tatsuhisa - A bishounen. A dork. 100% rockstar. Loves Makoto and Free! more than anyone else lol

Notable Characters: Tachibana Makoto, Takao Kazunari, Kurosaki Ranmaru, Servamp Tsubaki, Nase Hiroomi, Yoshida Haru

8. Kaji Yuuki - The most ikemen seiyuu. Deserves a thousand Best Actor Awards for sacrificing his throat for Eren Yeager. Lastly, he gave life to my son Todoroki Shouto.

Notable Characters: Meliodas, Noragami Yukine, Kenma Kozuma, Alibaba Saluja, Kirishima Ayato, Servamp Kuro, Speed-o'-Sound Sonic

7. Suzumura Kenichi - Best Husband for Sakamoto Maaya. I will forever be amazed by his talent as Osomatsu-san’s Iyami. SHEEEEH!!!

Notable Characters: D.Gray-man Lavi, Sogo Okita, Hijirikawa Masato, Murasakibara Atsushi, Momotaro Mikoshiba, Rogue Cheney, Shinn Asuka

6. Suwabe Junichi - Aaaahhh. One of the most beautiful voices humanity ears have ever heard. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Notable Characters: Aomine Daiki, Victor Nikiforov, Jinguji Ren, Aizawa Shouta, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Undertaker, Oda Sakunosuke

5. Shimazaki Nobunaga - How can I not? He.gave.life. to my ultimate husband, Nanase Haruka. Even if not for that, this precious angel owns the best smile in the seiyuu industry.

Notable Characters: Black Clover Yuno, Licht Jekylland Todoroki, Handa Sei, Izumi Shinichi, Mutsumi Asuma, Sunakawa Makoto, Awaya Mugi

4. Taniyama Kishou - Surprise, surprise. I scream about Kiiyan all the time (there is not a day in my life when I didn’t say I miss him), but he’s just at #4. I’d say it’s because I think Kiiyan doesn’t thrive as a seiyuu as much as everyone in here (well he has GRANRODEO), but this man’s singing voice is the most beautiful sound to me, and so if all anime series have singing scenes in them, then we only need Kiiyan lol. And lastly, Nakahara Chuuya.

Notable Characters: Tsukimori Len, Shinomiya Natsuki, Himuro Tatsuya, Jean Kirstein, Sakamoto Ryoma, Nakahara Chuuya

3. Kamiya Hiroshi - It’s like it’s impossible to be a seiyuu fan without loving this ojisan. Look at the list of great characters he plays/has played, then tell me how can you not love Kamiyan??? It’s like it’s because it’s him that characters become great. He’s the one I look up to the most in this industry, even if his silliness makes me want to lose my respect for him at times lol. But still, Kamiya Hiroshi - the king of the seiyuu industry.

Notable Characters: Levi Ackerman, Trafalgar Law, Izaya Orihara, Akashi Seijuro, Natsume Takashi, Noragami Yato, Saiki Kusuo, Edogawa Ranpo

2. Hosoya Yoshimasa - My son. My precious baby I’m protecting against the world. I will always be proud of every single thing he does. Oh gosh, I just have a lot of feelings for this man. Anyway, the most interesting thing about Hosoyan is the striking difference between his real-life personality and the characters he plays.

Notable Characters: Yamazaki Sousuke, Hyuuga Junpei, Asahi Azumane, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Otabek Altin, Reiner Braun, Kunikida Doppo

1. Miyano Mamoru - No one can ever take this #1 spot from him. A man who was born to be a seiyuu idol. My favorite seiyuu voice. 2nd favorite singing voice. Can sing, dance, act really well. Has good looks and a very lovable personality. Mamo just radiates happiness, all sorts of positive feelings, to every cell of my being. 

Notable Characters: Yagami Light, Matsuoka Rin, Ichinose Tokiya, Tsukiyama Shuu, Okabe Rintaro, Nagai Kei, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Dazai Osamu

Tagging @lo-anlurui @blackandorange-main @theonceandfuturesara and seiyuu fans out there say hi to me I need more fangirls with me

[with-my-calamitous-love]

KISS ME IN A WAY THATS GONNA SCREW ME UP FOREVER

rockstar! chuuya nakahara x pop star! reader

after acting in a music video of his right after a breakup, the media has many speculations about you two.

part 1/3

inspired by suburban legends

once the flight had flown, your feet touched down on the new, big city. it was a kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats, hidden underneath the fabric of fashion trends of large coats. the world in this corner smelled like want.

you weaved your way through the crowd before finally reaching the studio. you open the door, unpack your things with a hug and kiss to your manager, before finally seeing him.

chuuya nakahara was perhaps the most famous man in the world right now. a deep, gravelly voice with hands that slid across his guitar like skates on ice. he was the living, breathing definition of the word heartthrob.

right now, he’s tuning his guitar, his messy orange hair tied into a cute messy bun. he’s concentrated, the fabric of his black muscle shirt clinging to his obviously well toned muscles. you know you’re staring, but you can’t help it. and its not even just because he’s famous and talented.

you had been making a name for yourself in the music industry. slowly but surely, the name [Y/N] [L/N], the world’s new pop princess! had been making headlines. the general public considered you a sweetheart, with your fresh-faced beauty and edge paving the way for new found fame. the paparazzi adored your voice and your lyrics. you had only begun your receive the recognition you deserve.

upon winning best new artist at the vma’s, your song feather garnered billions of listeners. but perhaps the most shocking of them all, was gaining the attention of the one and only chuuya nakahara.

and thats how you ended up here. standing face to face with the embodiment of every women’s dream man.

“hey, [y/n].” he greets you, his sultry voice breaking through the mist of your fantastical mind. you snap out of it with an awkward laugh and a firm (but surely sweaty) handshake. he brushes it off, giving you a wink and thanking you for coming all this way.

“i love your studio.” you manage to compliment the rockstar despite your winded state. he hums a thank you, walking you towards the stage. his team works diligently, and you swear you can feel all his gratitude towards them. everyone in first name, high fave and shitty joke basis with each other. it was hard not to feel like an outsider.

“i don’t know if michizou gave you the run down on the video.. which he should have!” chuuya playfully jabs at his producer and good friend, who was currently fixing up the stage lights and blowing fat raspberries back at his boss. “basically, its for my new single. you’ll be playing my girlfriend.”

you wish you could hide the embarrassing scarlet tinge that blooms onto your cheeks at the mention of girlfriend. he seems so nonchalant, so casual about being so intimate.

once he’s distracted, your whisked away by a beautiful girl with a short black bob. her butterfly clip hung loosely just beside her bangs. she was the one person here who didn’t make you feel like a complete stranger on the outside looking in.

“hi, [y/n]! i’m yosano, i’ll just be doing your makeup.” she hums, and you happily take refuge in her cozy dressing room. the two of you hit it off almost immediately, allowing you to get your nerves out. however, something comes up that throws you off your game.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

“oh and.. i guess, someone should tell you, honey.” she says, making your eyeliner as sharp as humanly possible. “chuuya’s been… he’s having a hard time. a bad breakup.”

this information churns in your stomach. “how long ago..?”

“3 weeks ago, give or take.” yosano explains, applying the setting powder. on one hand, you were thankful someone had warned you. but on the other, it made you nervous that you would be playing a romantic partner to someone who had just gotten their heart broken.

“why did they break up?” you ask, cautiously looking over at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were hiding your anxiety well enough.

“i don’t know… the rockstar over there never really talked about it.” yosano huffs, sitting on the counter to get a better angle at applying your lip liner. “all i know is… he hates betrayal more than anything now.”

a million thoughts run through your head. who? when? why? but most of all, who in their right mind would cheat on chuuya nakahara?

but you lost all the time for your nervousness. next thing you know, yosano is rushing you onto the set with words of encouragement. there, you meet chuuya, who’s been waiting for you.

the first scene is simple. just two people dancing in the living room set.

he walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips like its second nature. he chuckles at your nervousness, the way you tense up as you instinctively place your hands on his chest.

“what? don’t know how to dance, doll?” he teases, that shit-eating smirk on his face.

“uhm… no.” you admit, sheepishly.

he looks surprised, before a genuine smile reappears on his face again. “thats okay, just follow my lead.”

and with that, you two start swaying. he takes the lead, using his body to direct your movements. and for the first time in your career, maybe ever, you actually feel comfortable. you gain your fluidity back, dancing with chuuya in a way that words couldn’t explain. like two figures in a snow globe, you acted out a miniature expression of love thaf spoke volumes.

the rest of the filming process goes on smoothly, your favourite of the bunch being the kitchen scene. chuuya washes dishes while you snuggle up to him from behind, the overflowing of the sink being unscripted but ultimately charming enough to keep in.

finally, it was the scene you were most nervous about. the infamous kiss scene, and the segment yosano had failed to warn you about.

“i’ll say this again.” chuuya says, his voice in a hush tone. “i am not gonna make you this, doll.”

you’re nervous to kiss him, but the thought of turning him down felt like a complete loss.

so you bite your lip, and give chuuya the greenlight.

“three…two…one… ACTION!”

the camera pans in a circle around the two of you, capturing every small detail. the moment he cups your face, the moment you lock eyes… before finally, you two kiss.

and its the kind of kiss that saves you and that screws you up forever. that day, chuuya nakahara kissed you like the most gorgeous rose you had ever hoped to pick, with a million thorns sticking out from the side.

it was as though just front that simple contact, you knew the kind of guy he was. a gentleman, a man polite too a fault. time seems to stop even as you two pull away. you honestly consider breaking your own heart so you can move on from the love of your life (aka the famous man you met just a few hours ago.)

“thats a wrap!” tachihara announces as the team celebrates. this song, though you hadn’t heard it yet, was sure to be a hit. and chuuya assures that the music video will bring so much of the spotlight you deserve.

after that, the team breaks with some cake and beer. you, however, sneak off to the balcony, getting some much needed fresh air. you’re almost granted the moment of peace you craved when suddenly, someone addresses you.

“hey pop star.” chuuya says, walking up behind you and offering you a beer. when you politely accept, he stares out at the city-scanning sunset. finally, you two were alone, away from the editors and cameras.

you ask whats been on your mind since the beginning.

“…what song was this for again?” you nervously ask.

chuuya lets out a hearty laugh, enamoured by your sincerity. he digresses, opting to take you to the rooftop instead. there, he picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. it seemed like such a douchebag move, but if it was, you loved douchebags.

“can i tell you a secret?” he asks, strumming the acoustic strings with calculated talent. you nod, fiddling with your fingers.

“..i don’t really have a title for it yet.” he chuckles. now its your turn to laugh at him, and he takes it.

“why’s that, rockstar?” you ask, sipping your beer.

chuuya ponders for a moment, his eyes never leaving his guitar. he shrugs, continuing to serenade you. a thought crosses your mind.

“why’d you choose me, anyway?”

though he can’t think of a song title, he seems to know the answer to that question.

“cause you’ve got edge, and talent.” he says. “the industries gonna want to ruin you. you can’t let that happen, alright?”

you nod apprehensively. you’ve heard the whispers, how female stars were held up to a higher standard. how one wrong move, one hair out of place, or one breath too loud could cost you your career. hearing it from an established star made your hands shake.

maybe this would screw you up forever.

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[chuuyaheartz]: new MV is out!! starring [y/n] [l/n]

[soukkvo]: pov me replaying the kiss scene:

[lovechna]: idk who i’d wanna be more 😍😍

[asagir1]: wait wtf he like just broke up with higuchi… don’t you think its a little soon??

[chzai09]: they’re my roman empire

new star [Y/N] [L/N] kisses chuuya nakahara and new music video!

who is [Y/N] [L/N]? meet the new pop princess:

[Y/N] [L/N] is chuuya’s new girlfriend? heres whats happening:

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[awesomecos]

Hi everyone! I'm sorry I haven't posted lately. Good news, though! Me and the squad wanted to go to Shuto this weekend, but couldn't so instead we had PHOTOSHOOTS yesterday!!! Yes, we crammed 3 different photoshoots into one day because @brdgtree is a rockstar photographer!! Me and Flair also finally got to wear our Dazai and Chuuya together~ This blog is coming back to life! I hope you look forward to it! :)

[no-longer-tainted]

(Rockstar Au) ok, picture this: Chuuya singing with another guy, because of a colaboration (first song that pops in my mind is howling tbh), and Dazai bitting his lip, jealous because of how Chuuya acts near that other guy in the scenario, being so touchy, even if he knows is fanservice more than anything. Atsushi is there as always and enjoying the show, because Boy deserves it (?)

I just read myself back into this AU and I’ve fallen in love all over again and still want to write it as a fic, aaah ;w;

For everyone who doesn’t know the song, just click here ♥

Atsushi, our innocent fanboy enjoying the show while Dazai is dying multiple times whenever the other vocalist gets a little too far into Chuuya’s personal space. I imagine this happening this before they start to hang out more regularly and Dazai has less time to write with Chuuya because he needs more time to practice with the other band and the collaboration photos for the CD release.

Chuuya sending him a selfie from the changing room, his shirt loosely on him and wishing him a good day in college.

After the gig is over, Chuuya is like always, thanking everyone for their hard work and gets caught by journalists before he even can take a break. 

Maybe in the evening, Chuuya writes Dazai again because he hasn’t reacted to his photo at all and if something was wrong or if he wasn’t feeling well. 

Dazai, on the other hand, was pouting in his room, staring at the picture and hated himself for sulking like a little child and even more when he realized that Chuuya was worried. He answers that he was just busy with college but the gig was great anyway, he is sure his right ear will recover from Atsushi’s screams.

[no-longer-tainted]

(Rockstar Au) Tachihara always had a crush on Chuuya and when he starts suspecting that Chuuya might be dating Dazai he gets really jealous and he decides to talk to Chuuya and says something like "He is just an average guy, you have plenty of nicer people at your feet, you deserve better" and Chuuya gets really mad and goes like "Who do you think would be better? You?" and Tachihara doesn't know what to say while he realize he fucked up

Words in Anger and Jealousy

Chuuya was plucking the strings of his acoustic guitar and humming a melody with a few words mixed in between when Tachihara opened the door to their shared restroom. 

“Hey, Chuuya-san, do you have a moment?”, he asked and licked over his dried lips. After Chuuya had nodded for an answer, he took the seat across to him and tinkered with his shirt. 

Putting the guitar to his side, he looked towards Tachihara and drank a sip of his peach juice. “What’s with that long face?” Chuuya wasn’t really in the mood to talk right now but he needed to maintain a smile in front of the other members and couldn’t sulk. 

“You know,” Tachihara started and took a deep breath. He couldn’t chicken out now. “He is just an average guy. You have plenty of nicer people at your feet.” He could see how Chuuya’s face darkened and how his aura got angrier. “You deserve better,” he finished nevertheless. 

The glass in his hand was placed on the table with more force than necessary. “Oh yeah?” Chuuya got up from the leather couch and looked down on Tachihara.  He hated how everyone looked down on Dazai and his relationship especially because they weren’t even a couple. “Who do you mean? Who should be better? One of our million fangirls?” Chuuya stopped for a moment mid-sentence. Dazai probably fell under the fangirl category. “Or are you talking about yourself?” 

Dumbfounded, Tachihara stared at their vocalist and wasn’t able to pronounce an answer. 

Chuuya sighed annoyed and took his guitar with a shake of his head. “Just fuck off and leave me alone.” 

With those words spoken, he left the room.