#bonus points if the reason chuuya got the idea to ask dazai to sleep with him was bc it's something he had to do when he was younger

[hella1975]

i literally NEVER have ideas for soft soukoku even though it's my favourite thing to read in bsd fics bc alas dazai and chuuya are Like That and don't know how to be normal, but like what if chuuya struggles to sleep bc of his ability? what if it's normally manageable but some big event is giving him nightmares? what if when he has these nightmares, his ability automatically goes haywire and he winds up spending a fortune on repairs for everything he keeps breaking in his room? what if after a few days of sleeplessness he's finally out of it enough to genuinely consider asking dazai for help? what if dazai agrees to use no longer human while chuuya sleeps as a JOKE bc 'awww if you're missing me you can just say so~' but dazai finds it helps with his insomnia just as much? what if chuuya waits for the humiliation he knows is going to come from dazai telling everyone about his moment of weakness, waits for dazai to make him regret it, but it never comes? what if that fragile trust between them that got destroyed when dazai left flickers back to life again in these moments when it's just them in the darkness? what if it becomes a mutual agreement, a very reluctant 'this helps both of us' that neither of them are happy about that slowly grows into something more? something they begin to like? something they perhaps even look forward to? what if-

#me looking at the state chuuya and dazai's relationship is in: sex wont cut it you two need to hold each other #hi i dont know where this idea came from but it's plaguing me and i really want to write it #yes im touch starved yes 'literal sleeping together' is one of my favourite tropes keep scrolling #bonus points if the reason chuuya got the idea to ask dazai to sleep with him was bc it's something he had to do when he was younger #when his ability was a lot more out of control but also when there was a lot more trust between him and dazai #('trust' is used in soukoku terms. to a bystander it's all very fucked up and complicated but it makes sense to them) #however now dazai's in the ada and chuuya's in the port mafia and he HATES dazai #but shit chuuya has not slept in DAYS he's practically delusional at this point and very very desperate #like have you ever gone even two days without sleeping? it makes you crazy and if the idea of dazai's ability helping him sleep #was already in chuuya's brain bc they've done it before then i GUARANTEE it would not be far-fetched for him to resort to it again #and dazai agrees purely to make fun of chuuya and exploit a weakness bc this is dazai we're talking about #and if there's one thing i love it's realistic soukoku portrayal where they actually have to work really hard from a shitty start point #but still chuuya is just fucking EXHAUSTED and he doesnt care about the teasing or backlash at this point so he calls anyway #and dazai is there #and the joke gets immediately turned on HIM bc it's the 'best sleep ive had in years' trope and dazai's like SHIT #the entp has harmed himself in his own attack #hmmmmmmmm thinking #bsd #soukoku

[maryniss]

The Match Is Still Going

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Summary:  2 times Chuuya dyed Dazai's hair and one time he didn't.

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Chuuya Nakahara

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara

Tags: Fluff; Kinda?; idk - Freeform; 5 Times; its actually three times; 2 times + one bonus cause i had no idea; Hair Dyeing

Notes:  this. i wanted to finish this for so long. but now the fic is here and im not really proud of it. but it s ok cause yeah. idk. enjoy anyway byebye i.

 i.

Chuuya decided to dye Dazai the second that insufferable man dared to make fun of Chuuya’s hair color. That meaning Chuuya decided to dye Dazai thirty minutes after meeting him.

Knowing him now, he was surprised that he didn’t say anything earlier. But, as fifteen year-old Chuuya was sneaking into his new partner’s apartment -soundlessly, not that it mattered, ‘cause Dazai was sleeping like he was dead (some people’ wishes just can’t come true)

Chuuya snickered under his breath as he tip-toed into Dazai’s bedroom. The brown-haired man (not for long, though) was snoring loudly and the only thing Chuuya could think about was that ad he had seen on TV, about how to stop your husband from snoring excessively, or something like that. It was probably an ad for nose spray.

           Verixil! And all the problems are gone! Sleep tight!

Chuuya shook his head and he looked at the objects in his hands. A tube of red hair dye, a brush and a towel. Did he know what to do with those?

No.

Did that stop him?

Also no.

Chuuya opened the lid of the tube and he poured some substance into his gloved hands (plastic hands, of course, he would never ruin his gloves only for that) and as he squeezed hard, the tube made a sound like a fart and Chuuya stopped. Dazai didn’t even react, but the redhead was tense and his didn’t breathe, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did, so he just poured some more and then he took a wavy strand of Dazai’s hair and scrubbed the dye onto it until it was slick. He did two more strands and then he got bored and just put the whole thing onto Dazai’s scalp, not caring what the dyes was going to stain.

He then left and closed the door behind him, going to bed in his own apartment.

He slept well and he woke up even better. Dazai was screaming and he was trying to wash his hair, to make the ugly, neon orange color go away. Chuuya rolled on the floor with laughter and his sides started to hurt. The dye was spread uneven and parts of Dazai’s hair had now the color of poop.

He won this time.

1-0  for Chuuya.

***

Actually, let’s make that 1-1 because Dazai also dyed Chuuya’s hair purple the very next night and there were no words to describe how ugly it looked. Even if there were none, Dazai still found some and Chuuya also found words to describe how ugly Dazai looked.

Koyo took a photo, even neither of them wanted to.

They still keep the phot in their drawer. None of them admits it.

***

ii.                                  

Chuuya was walking down the street and he was in a bad mood. No particular reason. He just felt down and he didn’t have any plans to even try to make himself look happy. What was the point? There was no one who cared anyways. It had been like that since he was little. And then there was a period when there really was someone who asked if he was ok; if he said he was not, then that someone would just nod and walk away. But, it was something…

Chuuya stopped and he looked at the barber on the other side of the road. A slim and tall silhouette disappeared inside right before Chuuya could actually tell that it was Dazai. The redhead rolled his eyes (out of habit) and he tucked his hands in his pockets and continued to walk. He wanted that coffee right now or he felt he would die. A common feeling that Chuuya was sick of. The coffee was going to solve everything…

His feet did not take him to the closest café, instead he entered the barber shop. The bell rang, but Dazai didn’t even bat an eye.

“So only a quick cut, right?” asked the barber, a small man wearing thick glasses, their lenses yellow. He was smiling and the air around him was cheer-full.

“Yeah, only a quick cut, and if you could show me how to make a hole through my skull painlessly while you are there, it would be great.

A French melody started playing and Chuuya rolled his eyes and smiled. The room was quiet but Dazai was practically radiating and the barber looked at him with an uncertain look.

“Uhm, I guess I could? But not painlessly, though.” Dazai sighed and closed his eyes.

“No, it’s ok. I’ll try elsewhere.” Both of them seemed to forget that Chuuya was there. But, suddenly, the hairdresser looked up and he was probably on his way to say “Can I help you?”, but Chuuya quickly put a finger to his lips and the man shut his mouth.

The people that just entered were dangerous; he could feel it. So, he just did what everyone would do: “I am going to bring my scissors and we can start.” Dazai didn’t say anything.

The man run to another room and closed the door. Chuuya lifted himself up a little bit and floated where Dazai was, looking in the mirror in front of him

He could now recognize the melody that was playing? How could he not? It was `La vie en rose` by Edith Piaf. Koyo was obsessed with this one some time ago when she was dumped by a cute barista from the coffee shop across the Port Mafia’s office.

Dazai’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping. Chuuya looked around and then he saw it: a botte full of a light-green hair dye, looking very much like wasabi. He didn’t hesitate and he took a spoonful of it.

Dazai snored. Chuuya put the substance gently onto Dazai’s scalp and spread it with his fingers. The brown-haired man (whose hair color was once red and also poop-like) opened his eyes and looked up at Chuuya.

They both stared into each other’s eyes for twenty-three seconds. Chuuya had counted it. He then smiled and left, Dazai looking dumfounded. He then looked into the mirror and saw the mess on his hair or that his hair was. He sat up quickly and went after Chuuya.

But the redhead was gone. And “La vie en rose” was pouring on the street and in the hot summer day and it seemed somewhat romantic.

Dazai would kill Chuuya the next time he would see him. There was no other chance now for the small man; he was obliged to commit a double suicide with Dazai.

2-1 for Chuuya.

 iii.

Because Chuuya knew Dazai. That’s why he didn’t respond all of his messages that begged him to come over. Because he knew that Dazai was probably drunk.

What he didn’t expect was for Dazai to actually come to his apartment, knocking insistently at his door and shouting some nonsense. Chuuya tried to ignore him, but he forgot one crucial detail: he did give Dazai a copy of his keys, so, when Dazai entered in the bathroom where Chuuya was soaking in the tub, drinking some wine, the only thing the small man could do was to curse at his foolishness.

He shouted and cursed and almost spilled the wine, but Dazai didn’t move: he only sat there with a big smile plastered onto his doll face, and Chuuya was creeped out of his mind. He could only ignore him and that’s what he did.

It had been a hard day in the Port Mafia, ok? That’s why he fell asleep in the bath tub, with Dazai watching him intently.

He let his guard down and when he woke up, the apartment was empty. But his hair was a wonderful, delicate, simply beautiful, what more could we say, tone of blue, only strands of it still being that red Chuuya was so proud of.

***

Only later did he find the photo of them when they were smaller, glued to his bathroom mirror. He smiled and he when he flipped it over, he saw only saw a ‘2-2’.

If you look at it from another point, it could mean something else; Chuuya knew and his heart let itself sink in that sensation for a bit.            

2-2 and match is still going.

They are still chasing after each other, trying to always be the best. Both of them know that they are unstoppable when they are together. They knew and they didn’t care because in their world, that is smaller than it seems, the arbiter hadn’t blown in the whistle yet.

  Notes:  Cause they love each other duh please stop being so dumb

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #Dazai Osamu #chuuya nakara #dazai x chuuya #skk fic #bsd fic #AO3 fic #fluff #bsd fluff

[mewtonian-physics]

Hello!! A, T, and Y for the ask game?

Hello! :D 

Let’s see.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Let’s see! I can think of three ships that I absolutely love, from two different fandoms. I mean, I have more ships that I love than that, but these are the ones I’ll scream intensely over at the slightest provocation…

First of all, we have Death Note’s Matt/Mello, which I’m a shameless fan of and will scream about night and day if given the chance. Start off with a character generally characterized as a bit of an emotional wreck and then give him someone who can pretty much get characterized however anyone wants due to his lack of official characterization… the fandom doesn’t often disappoint me. Generally it ends up as a lovely little relationship with plenty of fluff, angst, and humor to go around.

…a lot of people can’t resist adding some smut in there which does put me off of the works in question but there’s enough safe ones that I am still quite happy.

And then there’s the ones where people decide that it’s got to be dysfunctional and even downright abusive. I… don’t really like those. But to each their own I guess. 

But you’re here for the BSD ships, am I right? ;)

BSD has the honor of having two of my absolute favorite ships right now!

Full disclosure: I’m very basic. I ship popular ships. I don’t ship ALL popular ships but the ones that I do ship are generally popular. That said… Soukoku! I love them! That’s just how it is!

I love the fact that they trust each other with their lives even though they’re at each others’ throats half the time. I love their dynamic and the back-and-forth they can have. I love everything about them, really. Whether it’s snarky or sweet, Soukoku works give me life. (Do you know that one where Chuuya’s walking on the ceiling because he’s stressed out? A comic got made of it. It’s amazing. Or there’s this wonderful little story that I read by this one absolutely brilliant author where Dazai loses his eyes– /hit)

Secondly, Ranpoe! They’re so CUTE. The popular dynamic, as far as I can tell, is Ranpo being his brilliant yet almost entirely non-functional, egotistical little gremlin self and Poe as a shrinking violet who also can’t function but for entirely different reasons… And I love it. It makes me so absurdly happy. I love how much Poe admires Ranpo and is willing to put up with his quirks. (Well, the way I see it, it’s Poe accepting and accommodating Ranpo’s autism. I’ll never let go of that headcanon. Never.) 

And I’m also of the firm belief that it’s at least halfway canon… I haven’t caught up on the manga but from what I’ve seen so far, Poe has a very strange idea of what a rivalry is like… 

Or maybe I’ve just had the shipping goggles on for so long that they’ve melted straight onto my face. That’s also a likely possibility.

One bonus point in favor of the ship is… look how well their names fit together! It makes me so happy! I adore it.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

As mentioned before… Edogawa Ranpo is autistic. Full stop. Is it projection? Yeah. Do I care? No. I don’t get enough canonically autistic characters and Ranpo just screams it at me. (Death Note’s L is another of my ‘this character is totally autistic and you can’t change my mind’ characters. The two of them have some similarities that I have fun with, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Dazai’s whole ‘happy fun silly mode’ is basically a giant coping mechanism. That’s also projection. I also don’t care.

In direct contrast to what some of the fandom seems to think, I don’t think that Odasaku could have ever had any sort of romantic feelings for Dazai. I think he would’ve been more likely to unofficially adopt him, if anything.

Evillious Chronicles’ Kiril Clockworker is not the cinnamon roll everyone seems to think. After all, he did have Hereditary Evil Raiser syndrome. At some point he must have done something.

I don’t think I have any others… not that come to mind anyway. 

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

I’m becoming more and more familiar with Mo Dao Zu Shi, haha. One of these days I’ll actually get in on it.

BSD was a secondhand fandom but now it is a firsthand fandom. Oops, but not oops.

SAO, Fate, Symphogear, Fairy Tail, and JJBA are also some things I know a lot more about than I otherwise would due to having friends into them. I don’t plan on getting into them myself as they’re not really my style, but I like that my friends feel comfortable enough around me to infodump! ^-^ They let me infodump back at them as well. Friends like that are the best kinds.

I also have been learning some about Noragami! I think I’ll get into that eventually, or at the very least I’ll try. Though I’ll have to be careful as it seems it has some content in it that won’t mix well with the whole trauma thing. That just means I have to be super cautious! 

Finally, I have a couple of friends who like Mystic Messenger a lot and as a result I know lots about that, but I probably won’t ever actually play it myself as I’m not really that into dating sims in general and the cult stuff kind of scares me away. Plus I want to have a normal sleep schedule and I hear that game is very bad for such things. :P

Thank you for sending this! ^-^ I hope the answer is satisfactory!

#ask meme #hypermoyashi #death note #bungou stray dogs #miscellaneous other fandom stuff #shipping stuff #nya speaks #more like nya SCREAMS #nya nya nya nya