Not feeling that great himself, Chuuya climbs off him, pushing away from the bed and starting to pace through the room as his own words echo through his head like a gunshot.

“We’re mated,” he hears Dazai point out. “You can’t leave me.”

Chuuya blows out a bitter breath. “There are ways to end bonds and you know it.” The impact of his own bullet is so violent, though, that he has to turn back to Dazai. “I love you. I love you more than it’s probably healthy to love someone. I’d bury bodies for you;

this isn't about anything specific just a rant but people, especially in a space like fandom -- something that's supposed to be fun, actually don't need to care about every side character that you care about lol and they also don't have to conform to your specific and subjective characterization of said side character in writing... a characterization that is based on a few lines that can also be interpreted in very different ways

im trying to edit the rest of ao3 tsop in one go so i can just copy past when it’s time to update because i’m about to have -7 time once classes a start and a list of wips thats packing why do i even bother saying things if my shit is just going to be full of typos

shuffling and moving, he finally snaps out of it and finds himself a corner that’s as far away from the source of the voices as possible. His fingers tremble as he scours his bag for his earphones, then plugs them in and pretend he didn’t hear all of that just now. For the next five minutes, his heart beats a wild staccato beat until he tentatively pulls out the earphones to check for any more voices.

Nothing.

They’re already gone.

/Thank god./

Even though Chuuya’s chest sags with a sigh, he feels himself frown bitterly anyway.

The smell and the faint sizzle of something cooking on the stove greet Dazai when he closes the door behind him. After he slips out of his boots, and shrugs off the leather jacket that’s sticking to him like second skin because of the evening sun, he follows the sounds and the scents to the kitchen where he, as expected, finds Kunikida chopping vegetables, his brows furrowed in deep concentration as he listens to his podcast with the earbuds in — so focused, actually, that he doesn’t notice Dazai creeping up on him until he slaps his ass and —

Chuuya can’t say /that/, but he can look away and mutter, “what do you think?”

The little blow is not as childishly satisfactory as telling Dazai it was /him/, but the way his hand under his chin crumples is enough to make Chuuya feel a tiny bit better about himself. For a few milliseconds, at least, because then Dazai’s entire world fills with so much blue that it sticks to every single thought in Chuuya's head.

And now they’re both sitting here and bleeding all over each other. Maybe all of this was /fate./ Maybe they’re simply not supposed to be

The next morning, Chuuya feels like he’s back to being eighteen, shaky and exhausted from a hangover and pouring himself a glass of orange juice in the hope that it will clear the bitter, thick taste of acid clogging his lungs. The difference, however, is that he didn’t spend the night drinking and having fun, he spent it trying to silence something loud and invisible in his head.

He didn’t succeed.

Kyouka and Kouyou are both gone already, Natsu had a night shift, so it’s just Chuuya and Hanako in the kitchen. And much like someone else, his mother

and carefully spreading out on top of him, covering every inch of his body with his slightly bigger body.

It /is/ a little suffocating but it also feels /good./ There is so much heat and skin to skin contact and weight pressing down on him that Chuuya can just close his eyes and /relax./

He’s /so/ relaxed and content that he doesn’t really notice what he’s doing until Dazai twitches a little and lets out a breathless giggle. “That… tickles.”

Only then does Chuuya register that he’s been nuzzling his neck this entire time.

“It was laboratory,” Chuuya says. “I was a science project.”

“Science on /what/?”

“Omegas mostly.”

Dazai opens his mouth but Chuuya beats him to it. “They did things, then they cut me up and observed what happened in my body, Dazai. Do you want to hear the /details/?” A shuddering breath leaves Dazai before he asks, “And you… escaped?”

“Yeah.”

“So they’re still out there?”

“Probably.”

“Don’t you want to find them?”

“That’s not my job,” Chuuya snaps. “It’s /yours./ But considering the police did such a piss-poor job of looking for me

He wants to go home.

/Now./

“Sorry, kid,” Ranpo says, probably able to smell the distress radiating off of him in tidal waves, “if we had a jet at our disposal, I would have preferred to take that, too.”

Chuuya exhales through his nose. “How long is the layover?” “One’s two hours, the other six.”

Oda offers him an encouraging smile. “You can use the time to catch up on sleep."

Chuuya rubs his eyes and lets out another sigh. /What is another day compared to everything else?/

A/B/O au in which Omega!Chuuya finally returns home six years after being kidnapped only to come to the cruel realization that he can't just return to the life he led before, especially not when his boyfriend, his /mate/, has moved on with somebody else.

Someone that's not him. ****

Alina Alymova is having a bad day.

It starts out with her traitorous body overhearing the thirty alarm clocks she set up for herself so that she ends up with only twenty measly minutes before her shift starts. Looking like an exhausted zombie in scrubs --

Your Mess Is Mine 🍧

— modern fem skk childhood best friends AU
— ongoing thread
— unroll for story, warnings and extras story:

https://twitter.com/arkastadt/status/1388220220385505287

Fem SKK AU in which best friends Chuuya and Dazai have been sharing things with each other their entire lives: clothes, screenshots, bathrooms — you name it. The one thing they've never shared is /a kiss./

Until one night, they do, and everything changes. (What they don't know is that all the confusing, angst-ridden feelings that arise in the aftermath of that kiss? They're going to be the least of their problems.)

***

Beast AU, where Chuuya was never recruited into the mafia, still, more or less successfully, leading the sheep until one day one of the members gets arrested. The only way out? Strike a deal with the port mafia.

A deal in the form of a marriage between Chuuya and the boss. "You can still change your mind, you know. We can still run."

Chuuya stares back at Yuan's reflection in the vanity mirror, her pink braids the brightest thing in the room. "And run from the mafia for the rest of our lives? That's not an option."

This Side of Paradise Part 3

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"-- out. All of you."

Opening his eyes feels like wading through dirt and mud, and Dazai groans a little under his breath when the first blinding rays of light hit him, intensifying the heavy throbbing of his skull.

"Geez," someone mutters + next to him. "Are you his girlfriend or something?"

"I'm much worse." That sounds a lot like Akiko's voice. The world spins as Dazai sits up, wobbling unsteadily, and reaches for the bottle of water on his nightstand. "I'm serious. Get the fuck out. /Now./"

"Fine. All right."

imagine chuuya and dazai who meet online when they’re like 14 y/o and they become super close, sharing personal shit that they can’t share with anyone in real life, gaming together and spending the whole night talking to each other, and then one day dazai just disappears and chuuya keeps waiting for him because last thing dazai texted him was “see you tomorrow” but that day never comes and they never even exchanged their real names, let alone phone numbers or something that would help him find dazai and so that “tomorrow” never comes

good morning i see you guys are discovering the epic highs and lows of major character death fics well how about it. i made a few contributions as well archiveofourown.org/works/27100306

me, in the middle of a scene FINALLY writing after staring at the blank page for two hours:

my laptop: oooo wouldn’t it be fun to crash two times in a roof 🙈🙈 IN A ROW

AU in which Dazai catches his best friend and roommate Chuuya, hanging out with Odasaku, his other best friend, and concludes that they must be dating, which is, obviously, /unacceptable./ The only reason Dazai catches them in the first place is because he hates driving and therefore depends on the subway, which happens to malfunction every other day, forcing him to either wait for twenty agonizing minutes or use his feet.

now let me make a thread because there are not enough characters in a tweet for all the wonderful people here

https://twitter.com/mamachuuya/status/1343376232277286916

@bloodsvgarr sun’s threads were the first bsd fics i ever dipped my toes into and i was in love then and am still in love now! their angst is immaculate, their smut is to die for, and sun’s writing style is just SO captivating he could write riverdale fics and i’d still eat it up

this side of paradise pt 2

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It's Christmas.

It's a holiday more annoying than anything, what with the strained dinner conversations and the house full of distant relatives acting civil for one night, but with Chuuya at the table this year, it might get... interesting. (read pt 1 here:

https://twitter.com/arkastadt/status/1335676239961583620?s=21

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