Chuuya doesn’t tell anyone about the interview. Almost no one knew about it in the first place, so it would take an amount of explanation and argument that he’s just not capable of. Not on this topic, not after what happened. But he doesn’t even talk about it with Oda or his father who /did/ know about the interview. Kensuke texts him almost immediately after he leaves the building, ever the protective dad. He definitely used his connections in the prison to keep him updated, an idea that makes Chuuya

Thinking about ada skk again I think they should be 19 and 20 and in love and absolute horrible menaces to society at large and kunikida in particular

thinking about how dazai changed his entire life after his friend died and chuuya's complicated feelings on it considering he lost his closest friends twice (thrice, if he includes dazai) and nothing changed i dont think chuuya Hates being in the mafia, but he's also had very little control over his own life and he's lost a lot and he must know that mori would sacrifice him or anything he loved if it would benefit the mafia

“You only want to go on dates with /me/?”

— was if he felt the same way.

The air in the room suddenly feels too thick to breathe. All the exhaustion from earlier has disappeared, replaced by buzzing nerves. Mouth dry, he nods.

Without looking away, Dazai places his toothbrush back into it’s cup. In two long strides, he’s crowding into Chuuya’s space. One of his hands hooks behind the nape of Chuuya’s neck, grabbing him like he /owns/ him and holding him firmly in place.

“Good,” Dazai says, and his voice is dripping with self-satisfaction.

Thinking about…. Pacific rim + ada dazai/pm Chuuya au… ALRIGHT so I’m thinking in this au that the ada is an offshoot branch of the government/military focused on kaiju defense and the mafia is an illegal underground organization that protects yokohama

Yosano is bluffing. The corner of her mouth always twitches when she’s bluffing, exposing just the golden tip of her right fang. She covers it up with a glare, eyes narrowed and focused viciously on his face.

Dazai stares back at her over his handful of cards, making sure to keep the arrogant smile she hates on his face.

Between them, lay their prize:

An entire handful of cigarettes. Prison currency, the only thing between these concrete walls that holds any real value.

Dazai isn’t much of a smoker himself— he does smoke, but he finds it more

New idea just dropped…. What if oda Chuuya and dazai were the same age and they were all insane, dangerous and in the mafia together It’s even funnier if u consider the plot line of oda gaining morals over time

Oda, 15: what if we did some fucked up shit

Skk, 15: yeah we’re in

Oda, 22: what if we were… good people

Skk: wtf

Chuuya, to Dazai: idk how but this is ur fault

TWO YEARS LATER.

Chuuya tries to eat his toast, he really does. It's not that he doesn't want to— he does, he's hungry for breakfast, and Agatha made it for him, so he doesn't want to be rude by not eating it— it's just...

It's burnt. Not even a little burnt, but really burnt. So burnt that it feels like charcoal in his mouth and he can't even taste the egg or butter that's on it. All he can taste is ash.

He doesn't understand why Agatha insists on cooking all his meals for him, because he loves cooking. He's not a chef by any means, but he knows his

[ KANAGAWA PREFECTURAL POLICE HEADQUARTERS ]

ARREST REPORT:

CASE #: A5158-1522

ARRESTEE’s NAME: Dazai Osamu

CHARGES: Homicide, assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit murder.

OCCURRED:
- Date: 9th September 2017
- Time: 0122 HRS LOCATION OF ARREST: Kanagawa Ward, Yokohama, 221-0044

SEX: Male
GENDER: Alpha
D.O.B: June 19, 1992
HEIGHT: 196cm
WEIGHT: 86kg
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kanagi, Goshogawara, Aomori, Japan

know how to be quiet.

That's fine; Dazai likes him loud. Would like him louder, actually, if he was the one making him be loud. How loud could he get him to scream, he wonders.

Casually, Chuuya glances around the cafe--

And freezes when he sees Dazai. Dazai is still outwardly looking at his laptop so Chuuya doesn't know that he sees when the redhead's eyes go wide and he quickly steps behind his friend. With how short he is, he can almost be hidden from sight completely.

But he's still a bit obvious when he shoves his friend

It must have been fate that led Dazai to seeing him. What other force could be so generous and cruel?

- a darkzai fic

tw's:

generally dead dove do not eat. stalking coercion manipulation gaslighting non consensual photography abuse of power victim isolation psychological abuse corruption stockholm syndrome (?)

generally along those lines lol

Skk au where Dazai’s addicts anonymous and Chuuya’s group grief counseling groups meet at the same building and one day Chuuya accidentally shows up on the wrong day and attends the wrong meeting Dazai not paying attention to the guy that bursts into the conference room 5 minutes after the meeting started and almost purposefully ignoring said guy as he collapses into the seat next to Dazai loudly and chaotically.

Dazai’s not here to make friends

Thinking about my wangxian scorpio races au.. thinking about wwx who traveled to the mainland despite everyone else's wishes and the boat he was taking disappearing without a trace. wwx who was thought missing and dead for months, only to return on the first day on october, the first day of the racing season

MY FUCKING CAT JUST LIT HIMSELF ON FIRE OH MY FUCKING GOD I had a candle burning while i was watching YouTube in bed and that bitch basically stuck his entire fucking tail in it omg 😭😭😭

Mdzs cloud recesses arc except lwj is a dramatic young boy with a huge crush and every time something embarrassing happens with Wei Ying he’s like “My Only Choice Is To Go Into Seclusion” Lwj, after a month of being teased and poked and laughed at by Wei Ying in the library: brother might i trouble you to read this 20 page essay with included reference page on why studying in seclusion is Really Good Actually? I volunteer to test the theory.

Modern w cultivation wangxian with wwx getting his ass beat by a bunch of city ghosts while lwj follows him around with his Spotify playlist open and a Bluetooth speaker Wwx, getting thrown into a wall: why did u stop playing?? What are u doing??

Lwj, debit card out: u forgot to pay the monthly subscription

Wwx: 🧍‍♂️

Lwj: also I should organize ur playlists. It’s hard to find Rest between ur ‘depression’ playlist and ur ‘hell yeah!!!’ Playlist

To all the boys I’ve loved before mdzs au wherein Wei Ying wrote cathartic letters to all the important people in his life and never sent them

Until his recently teenaged son a-Yuan finds them and decides to take matters into his own hands It starts on a lovely Saturday morning wherein wwx is up FAR too early— but he’s making pancakes because a-yuan’s friends are meeting at their house before their Girl Scout meeting, which means he’s got to feed three young boys with voids for stomachs— when lwj knocks on his door

Thinking about modern gods hualian Eventually, as all things go, the era of the gods comes to an end. It’s an idea met with resistance—immortals are always slow to change, always clinging on to the things they already know and love— but in truth, the gods have no say in the matter.

absolutely crying over hua cheng forever worshipping xie lian as a god but also coming to fall in love with him as a man obviously HC has always loved XL as a god-- his might, his kindness, his ever-present desire to look after even the smallest, most worthless worshippers, his presence. the first xie lian he knew was him as a young god, filled with gentle fire and gilded with heavenly god

and him alone. Murmured into the skin of his jaw like a treasured secret just between them.

Dazai swallows hard against the lump in his throat. His mouth feels dry, all of a sudden. With the air conditioner on, it’s cool in the room, but he feels like he’s overheating.

Chuuya takes advantage of his indecision, his mouth wandering down until he finds the spot just beneath the hinge of Dazai’s jaw that always makes him weak. He settles there, scraping his teeth and sucking until Dazai can practically feel his heart beating in his mouth.

There will be

His first thought, when he enters the the door shuts /loudly/ behind him and is followed by the even /louder/ sound of the locks—

Is that he /severely/ overestimated himself. He is in /way/ over his head.

Because Dazai is—

He’s /staring/ at him, with a smile that’s a little too empty to be strictly polite. His /eyes/ though, are twin points of black that are fixed on him with unwavering, unnerving interest. There’s something about it—the way he doesn’t /blink/, the way the light seems to bounce off his eyes rather than brighten them— makes Chuuya