Imagine Chuuya self sabotaging, pulling away from all of the people who care so much about him at the PM. All he does daily now is sit in his large luxury apartment and stare at the cream color walls. He can hardly get out of bed, the only thing Chuuya can do is sleep. So he does
Chuuya and Dazai stoned together in Dazais dorm room smoking their third blunt together.
Dazai tastes like strawberries and fizzy sodas. Chuuya smells like lavender.
Chapped lips dont help the dryness Dazai feels. His throat dry like a desert begging for rain.
SKK, Memory loss, Canon,
Chuuya and Dazai are happy, married, living together.
It started with small things.
Where is coat went, where chuuya went (the grocery store) where the plates are in the cupboard, where the bathroom was in the house theyve lived together in-
i have a mighty need for more preggers Chuuya NOW. I need Chuuya causing a SCENE at the grocery store because Dazai said not to him about getting a specific chocolate. Just Chuuya bawling in the middle of the aisle all big and saying "YOU DONT LOVE ME!" Only for Dazai to give in-
Need 16!SKK having a massive argument.
Dazai getting caught about to toss back an entire bottle of sleeping meds only for Chuuya to break the bathroom door down.
"How old are you?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Hmm, well I would like to know the age of someone who's gonna end up underneath me at least. And maybe even get their name."
Or how Dazai and Chuuya hook up, only for Chuuya to find out that Dazai is his teacher.
Fire Without Fallout
Therapy game skk AU where Chuuya is a gay photographer and spends most of his time at his auntie kouyous gay bar and Dazai is a sad medical student who just found out his ex girlfriend Sasaki cheated on him and just got broken up with
Had a crazy dream.
I think it was set in omegaverse with omega!Dazai and alpha!Chuuya.
Cannon AU
Dazai was at the end of his pregnancy. The brunette was ready to /pop/ but the world doesn't stop for one single omega giving birth, and oh boy were the two mates
CW Kidnapping and Stolkolm Syndrome
Imagine Dazai dressing his new toy Chuuya up like a little doll ๐ has him in cute little dresses, his hair all curled, makeup pretty even with duct tape over his mouth to keep him from screaming ๐
!!!TW miscarriage!!!
I would love to see Omega Chuuya and Alpha Dazai trying so hard to build a family, and the amount of /grieving/ they end up going through just to have a child.
Thinking of Alpha!Dad!Chuu rn ๐ญ imagine him in the birthing room with Dazai holding their newborn pup and the STAR EYES the red head gives to the baby!!!
"He looks *just* like me"
Which is true, the red hair and the tiny little nose only for the baby to have pretty brown eyes
Sobbing now, Chuuya rested his face in his pillow, letting the fabric soak up the salty tears.
"Be /human/."
The words tore what was left of Dazai's heart up.
Chuuya sleeps for three days straight, not bothering to plug in his phone or even change clothes. When he's not sleeping he's thinking about all the ways he could continually destroy his life.
That is, till the fourth day he wakes up to a fully dressed bandaged detective sitting in his bed, fully clothed with his shoes on Chuuya's duvet. /Rude./
"What do you want, Dazai."
The brunette just smiles at Chuuya's grumpy face, making the smaller man nuzzle back into his pillow. The light shining out of the now opened curtains is too bright. "Well, a certain little doggy of the port mafia called me worried about his boss. So, here I am!"
feeling, crying, just to get the tear into the other eye to cry it out.
Chuuya could feel Dazai sitting back down on the bed again, his calloused hand landing on Chuuya's shoulder.
"What cant you do?"
Dazai's words echoed through the room, a trailing silence making Chuuya feel guilty.
"Dazai... I cant. Please tell Akutagawa im fine but... Dont expect anything from me anymore. I cant do it."Chuuya couldn't help the tears falling sideways into his other eye, its an odd
"Im not going to work, Dazai. Nor am I getting up. You can leave the way you came." Turning away from the brunette, Chuuya curled in on himself, a small little ball of sadness sinking deeper into the softness of the bed.
"We dont have to talk, but you /do/ have to get up."
and be like "FINE! We can get it!!" And Chuuyas emotions switch from sobbing to happy like nothing.
The man still has tears running down his face as he says "Thank you baby!" Kisses Dazai's cheek grabs the chocolate and waddles to the next aisle.
Chuuya groaned and rolled over as Dazai got his dirty streetwear off Chuuya's plush king sized bed.
Walking around to the other side, Dazai grabbed the soft blanket and pulled it away from the redhead, making Chuuya look very angry.
It was a dark spot for him.
But Dazai believed if he, the suicidal idiot he is, can get out of that hole, then so can his little chibi mafioso.
Plating up the soup and rice, Dazai set the table.
Now, time for the hard part.
They didnt start with making out, of course. It just happened as the night progressed. Chuuya coming over with three already rolled blunts, smiling at the brunette as he opened his dorm room door a little wider allowing the shorter man in.
"Something to take off the edge before-
the bag and waved it in the air.
Dazai licked his lips and stared at the thing in Chuuya's hands before nodding and grabbing it from his friend.
"Hey! Give that back!" Dazai looked around for the lighter as he held it up and away from Chuuya.
"No! I want to light it!"
I need omega Chuuya whimpering for alpha Dazai's knot right NOW!!!!
Dazai is of /course/ out of town when Chuuya's heat hits.
He's just grinding up against the stupid little plush slug that Dazai gave him begging for something, anything, to fill him up and breed him like
for 4 years.
Then it the harder things came.
Forgetting the names of his coworkers, of his cat Baki, the color of Chuuyas hair, which is hard to miss.
Chuuya was getting worried. Really worried. Dazai remembered everything-
finals start." Chuuya explained as he lit up the first one.
Dazai accepted the pass with curiosity. He's never smoked before.
Chuuya blew the smoke out towards Dazai as he watched his friend put the end up to his mouth and inhale-
Only to immediately choke and cough out smoke
@Blind_Blossom
Literally out with subordinates and they're just like :
"Did Executive Nakahara just--?"
"Yeah... Yeah, he did just snuggle up against Dazai Osamu of the Armed Detective Agency."
"Dazai-san, this hairline fracture has made its way into your prefrontal cortex and ended up hitting your hippocampus, damaging your memory..."
The silence in the room was deafening.
"I thought you would have done it before! Man, this'll be fun!" Chuuya laughed as he took the blunt back, inhaling the smoke once again.
"I mean-- Ive had cigarettes before, but... Mori was always keeping an eye on me so..." Chuuya hummed and blew out his breath handing it back
blunt again, this time inhaling carefully, before holding the smoke and slowly letting it out. The taste of marijuana filling his mouth as he put the ramune to his lips.
Blueberry and weed dont taste that good together.
"Well..."
Chuuya's eyes widened.
"Oh fuck, really?!"
"Heh," Chuuya pat Dazai's back grabbing a bottle of a blueberry ramune and handing it to Dazai.
(Dazai must have missed the convivence store bag Chuuya had with him.)
"There there. Wow, you would almost think this is your first time smoking!" Dazai flushed a tad and tried the-
It was so frustrating for Dazai. He had no clue what was going on with himself. He's never been this forgetful why now?
It wasn't till Chuuya saw him frustrated standing in the middle of his office in their home looking around, tears streaming down his face that the mafioso-
FWF Chuuya is very comfy with his body despite being trans.
He doesnt care about gender norms. He would wear a skirt and combat boots and torn up fishnets just to manspread on the train ๐คฃ
to Dazai.
"Ah, yeah... That makes sense. Well hey, Ive got snacks and we've got all weekend to get fucked up before finals." Chuuya smiled as Dazai got more confident with his inhales.
Dazai hummed noncommittally, twirling the bottle in his hand.
The bubbles were just /so/
Decided he needed to see someone.
So, Chuuya guided his skinny husband into his car. always luxury with chuuya, never comfort. The seats were stiff and smelled rich of leather.
The scent touched a nerve in Dazai. Something he couldn't place- he had it, but...
sun spots, poking at a small one in the crease of the redheads elbow.
"Because I could make constellations out of them."
Chuuya blushed at that, it was sweet and open and Dazai meant it.
Dazai looked at Chuuya like he was the night sky.
interesting to him, floating up as the condensation drips.
Huh.
"Chuuya, do you ever wonder about bottles like this?"
Chuuya snorted, he knew Dazai was feeling it then. "Uh, no? I dont think so, why?"
Dazai started talking about why these bottles were so weird--
"And like what the hells up with the marble?! Like why is it needed to pop the drink open? Like cute concept, yes but whats the point, y'know?" Dazais throat was dry as Chuuya pulled out a bag of chips, opening them and popping some into his mouth.
Dazai took a bigger drink of
Dazai remembers how his legs felt like led.
No point in getting up if you destroy everything around you, right?
Dazai was lucky enough to have the ADA there, then. A smile twitched the corner of his mouth.
He remembers them coming by daily. Getting him to shower, eat, and walk
"Ah... well, this is..." clearing his throat, Chuuya gripped at Dazais hand, holding on tightly.
"He was shot... in the head- but the bullet never penetrated his skull. There was some massive blood loss due to the head injury but- the bullet never went through. That was--
him an answer.
Dazai smirked, his eyes rimmed red as he glanced back up at Chuuya.
"It means slug."
Chuuya pulled his arm away from Dazai and pushed the lanky man away.
Dazai laughed as Chuuya smiled. "Ugh! Nerd, hey. Want another?" Chuuya pulled another blunt out of
Poking at the freckles Dazai started naming random ones.
"See?! Chibi?! This one looks like a slug, so im gonna call it 'Veronicelloidea'!"
Chuuya scrunched his noes up at that one. "Hah?!" Chuuya looked down at the arm that Dazai still had in his grip, expecting it to give
/finally/ out of the machine and into a sterile room, did Dazai get his husband back in his arms.
"That was /horrifying/, please never let me do that again." Chuuya smiled and swiped away curly bangs to kiss the pale scarred skin there.
"Don't worry my darling, im here."
The thought was gone again before it started, the purr of the engine rumbling under his thighs as chuuya took off towards Yokohama hospital.
It was hard to be in the now when dazai couldn't remember what he was doing 30 minutes ago.
his blue ramune.
Silence wasnt hard around the two. It was simple, easy.
Easier than talking about the feelings they both had lying in wait.
Dazai's never kissed anyone, let alone a /boy/. And who was he to know if Chuuya was actually into him, or /guys/ in general?
"Dazai I can hear you thinking from here- Whats up?"
Dazai looked back over at the redhead, his head was tilted back against the bed looking up at the speckled ceiling.
Dazai cant help but stare at the splattering of freckles on Chuuya's cheeks and neck.
"Have you ever tried
Walking away, Dazai could hear the relieved sigh come from Chuuya.
Dazai has a plan, though. 'Watering Wilted Roses.' Not a bad name for the problem, if Dazai was just a tad more egotistic, he'd pat himself on the back for it.
Clearing the subtle gaining emotion in his throat, Dazai fixed his picture perfect mask back into place and touched his ex-partners shoulder.
"Well chibi, I'm hungry. And since I'm here, I'm using your kitchen."
Finally getting there, chuuya got the two of them in the building and sat waiting for a doctor.
The MRI was huge. The large machine was what dazai would be in for the next 30 minutes.
No moving...
Dazai looked at his husband, who nodded once before turning back to the doctor and nodding silently.
"Have you had a lot of head injuries in your past? Has anything happened recently?"
Dazai thought back to what he could. He remembered the suicide attempts, some of those--
Two years ago now."
The doctor stopped his writing, looking at dazai, then chuuya, then back to dazai.
"Never penetr--"
"I'm an ability user. So is he. I saved him with mine." Chuuyas grip tightened more around Dazai's hand.
โI think that this could be catastrophic, and that you're just a little succubus begging for my cock.โ
โOh? I can beg for it alright, only if you let me.โ
"You don't need toโฆ" Dazai whispered, "Because this isn't happening."
Ch.2 You want me to forget you? Okay forget me too
Dazai hoped to garner at least a little bit of a reaction for using the executives expensive kitchen utensils, but the best he got was a slight shrug of a shoulder and a sniffle from the small ball on the bed.
"Alright, chibi. I'll let you rest for now."
to connect the dots with your freckles?" Chuuya turned to Dazai, eyes glossy and eyebrows furrowed.
"Uh, no? I dont think so? Why?" Caramel eyes lit up as he scooted closer to chuuya, grabbing his wrist and oulling it to him. The t-shirt let Dazai see an arm covered with
Not even the one person he wanted could be in there-
Chuuya couldn't hold his hand as he listened to the roar of the machine around him. His heart rate accelerated.
He felt so closed off.
He was injured badly enough, loss of oxygen to his brain, some minor head wounds from falls too short and small minor things.
Dazai told the doctor these as the man hummed and scribbled into the chart.
He looked over at chuuya, hoping for more answers from him.
Dazai chuckled to himself over the name as he opened up the fridge, pulling out the simple makings for a stew.
Dazai knew he wasn't the best cook, but a hearty simple meal was one of his specialties.
He wouldn't even add /canned crab/. That's how serious Dazai was about this.
The doctor that walked in was an older gentlemen, graying black hair and small rectangular glasses, his eyes were small slits as he eyed Dazais charts, pulling out the scans from earlier and hanging them on the lightboard.
"Dazai-san, I have a few questions, if it's okay?"
"Dazai, before that incident..." The doctor cleared his throat before looking back at him curiously.
"Before that, did you ever have the feeling of forgetting something? Like you were lost?"
Dazai shook his head, he doesn't remember ever not remembering like this.
Humming to himself as he rummaged around for things, the detective kept an ear open for the penthouse bedroom.
Dazai had to feel for the poor executive.
He's been in this exact position before, too.
"Curious." Turning away from the couple, the doctor flipped on the lightboard showing blue black scans of dazais brain.
"I believe that the latest incident may have done /this/"
He pointed out to the front of dazais brain.
"Im... I'm not sure how you haven't lost it sooner--"
Chuuya nodded, sheepishly walking away to his normal spot, the green reading chair sitting in front of the window.
It always made his hair shine in the afternoon sun.
He was beautiful .
"He has you *eyes* 'Samu!"
Its then that Chuuya starts tearing up, holding the baby close as Dazai reaches for his hand, gripping tightly and caressing's his knuckles as tears fall slow on his cheeks
"We made this Chuu. *We* made this..."
@Blind_Blossom
adding on to this- What if Chuuya leaves voicemails?
Like, not the normal, 'I hate you, why'd you leave, please come back' ones, but the ones where Chuuya just /talks/.
Talking to Dazai about his day and how good/bad it was. Once his inbox is filled he just listens on repeat
"Dazai-san, you had a hairline fracture in your skull where the broken sliver has inserted itself into your brain."
The doctors hand directed to a small white sliver in the middle of his brain that dazai didn't notice till he pointed it out.
Face full of fury and rage at the thought of his partner ending his life over something so trivial.
It was a stupid argument. Why is the love of Chuuyaโs life trying to kill himself with Chuuya in the other room.
How fucking niave can he be?
It was then that Chuuya pulled the lanky boy to him and smashed their lips hard together.
Dazai didn't expect it, the fierceness in Chuuya. He could feel the vibration of anger running through the redhead.
They're screaming at each other in the dingy moldy bathroom. The smallest of upgrades from Dazai's old shipping container.
Dazai's embarrassed and upset from being caught as the small redhead with super human strength ripped the meds out--
Gripping the brunettes hair, Chuuya lifted up Dazaiโs head to slap him hard across the cheek, stunning the teen.
Chuuya could tell it did the job he needed. Dazai was quiet.
"You're so fucking stupid you fucking suicidal IDIOT!"
"Yeah, she is. Isn't she?"
Pressing a finger to her lip, Dazai let the newborn suckle on the tip for a moment.
"Thank you for giving me something to live for."
Chuuya smiled as best as he could, blood drying at the corners of his mouth.
"Love you, Osamu."
"Love you, Chuu."
Dazai screamed obscenities he knew he would never fully mean.
Chuuya stood there and took it.
He took the anger, hatred, the slurs of 'I hate you, you sticking slug' heard between sobs and sniffles.
Chuuya broke when Dazai screamed that he would be better off without him.
"You fucking /dumbass/," Chuuya ripped off Dazais shirt, the buttons flying across the room.
"You don't get to decide that." The redhead worked his way down Dazaiโs neck and chest, leaving rough bitemarks behind.
"If I want to be with you, /I'm with you to the end./"
Dazai couldnt stop the laugh before it came out, spooking both Chuuya and the doctor.
"So! Y-You're saying... Ill be a walking dead man?! HA!" The laughter continued and got louder as Chuuya's mouth pulled into a frown.
"Osamu-"
"NO! Chuuya... Just--"