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“Let’s go on a date chibi”
Dazai grins, explaining his idea, “Leave everything to me. I’ll treat you; I’ll pay, I’ll plan. You won’t have to worry about anything”
Chuuya snorted again, “think you can impress me?”
“I’ll even get you to go on a second date with me,” came the determined rebuttal.
The shorter man barked a laugh, “I’m free tomorrow,” a genuine laugh that Dazai hadn’t heard in years.
“So don’t be late shitty Dazai”
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31 May 2026
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Just gave this a reread and God damn it's so peak
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It was barely dawn when the phone rang, slicing through the fog of Chuuya’s sleep. He didn’t know why he sat up immediately, why something deep inside him leapt awake with a jolt of unease. There was a tug in his gut, cold and insistent, warning him that something was wrong, that he needed to pay attention.
He answered before he could think.
Mori’s voice came through, precise and cutting, each word falling like shards of ice. “As of last night, Dazai Osamu has left the Port Mafia of his own volition.”
Chuuya’s lips parted, but no sound escaped.
Dazai... left the Port Mafia?
Left him?
It felt like someone had poured a bucket of freezing water over his head.
[or: a fic in which Dazai plays the terrible game of hide-and-seek and they both suffer
aka Nakahara Chuuya's Guide to Hiding a Traitor]
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12 Mar 2026
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Akutagawa clutches at his neck and opens his mouth to draw a breath but instead of air going in, there are only flowers coming out, dozens upon dozens of daisies spilling from his mouth, stuffing his throat and filling up his lungs until he can’t breathe anymore.
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22 Oct 2025
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touch me (like i'm precious) by notfeelingcool (orphan_account)
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
02 Nov 2024
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“Touch me,” His voice is a frail thing. Chuuya can tell it was supposed to sound demanding, but was watered down to a poorly-concealed desperation. He was far too tired, after all.
“I am?”
“No, more.” Touch me like you touch Akutagawa after missions, like you want to protect him. Look at me like you look at Tachihara like he’s handsome. You’re my dog. Touch me like you’re attracted to me – like you love me.
“How?” Chuuya’s eyebrows are knitted and his soothing fingers falter. A worried expression on his face.
“Like–you–I,” Slowly, slender fingers wrap around Chuuya’s own and guide them towards his chest. “When you’re too near to me during missions, my – this part of me speeds up. Like I can’t breathe.”
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The Doctor didn't like being stranded. Reason why she was most relived when Jack Harkness showed up to free her from that Judoon prison.
She frequently thinks back about it.
About how things would've turned out differently, if she had left all that happened on her home planet aside, forgot about her surely deceased best enemy, and moved on to new adventures with the fam and Jack.
She probably wouldn't have been stranded...again...with her surely deceased best enemy.Bookmarked by ButterflyCrochet
13 Jul 2025