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I was listening to this song https://youtu.be/elTpZF7_nfU ">https://youtu.be/elTpZF7_n... and like—high skk vibes and guwifjskdkksksd lowkey wanna cry its sweet asg
Like I& #39;d like to think it& #39;s pre-atsu and they keep contact for stress nsfw (will not elaborate) and I& #39;ll just write it now.
It& #39;s one of those nights where Dazai is having a hard time sleeping and sees Chuuya there, soundly asleep.
He& #39;s so peaceful there, eyes closed and arms wrapped around a pillow, gently breathing. While it& #39;s not something he hasn& #39;t seen before—
He& #39;s so peaceful there, eyes closed and arms wrapped around a pillow, gently breathing. While it& #39;s not something he hasn& #39;t seen before—
It& #39;s certainly isn& #39;t common.
/"Wouldn& #39;t it be nice, if I could watch this for forever?"/
Thoughts like these have been happening more lately, little wisps of thoughts he& #39;d usually keep out of his mind. Indulgence, the last time tried, ended in karma—
/"Wouldn& #39;t it be nice, if I could watch this for forever?"/
Thoughts like these have been happening more lately, little wisps of thoughts he& #39;d usually keep out of his mind. Indulgence, the last time tried, ended in karma—
With the repercussions weighing heavy on him.
Still, it& #39;s /safe/, he thinks.
His self-destructive..partner (friend? lover? He couldn& #39;t exactly say.) gasped, and Dazai promptly responded with his fingers going through Chuuya& #39;s head.
Still, it& #39;s /safe/, he thinks.
His self-destructive..partner (friend? lover? He couldn& #39;t exactly say.) gasped, and Dazai promptly responded with his fingers going through Chuuya& #39;s head.
"ngh..samu..Don& #39;t touch me."
"Alright chibi..Just sleep."
With a reluctant grunt, Chuuya turned to bed.
Where was he? Yes, his chibi.
His back was turned behind him, long ginger hair dimmed by the moonlight, giving him minimal view of his scars.
"Alright chibi..Just sleep."
With a reluctant grunt, Chuuya turned to bed.
Where was he? Yes, his chibi.
His back was turned behind him, long ginger hair dimmed by the moonlight, giving him minimal view of his scars.
Hundreds of red marks all around his body, wrapping him. Grazing lightly over them, there was texture. The skin had healed long ago but the pain of the past had left it& #39;s mark.
It was rough, hundreds of little bumps—Some areas had crinkles of cracked skin.
It was rough, hundreds of little bumps—Some areas had crinkles of cracked skin.
Hah, no matter how pretty the chibi& #39;s face may be, it was still flawed. How mamy times must they have used /that/ to make this?
"Can you stop that already," Chuuya grunted.
Ah. Guess he got too carried away.
"Awh..Did I ruin sleeping beauty& #39;s sleep?"
"Can you stop that already," Chuuya grunted.
Ah. Guess he got too carried away.
"Awh..Did I ruin sleeping beauty& #39;s sleep?"
"Yes," Chuuya responded. He moved farther away from him, "get to bed."
Dazai made a noise of acknowledgement, then waited for Chuuya to start sleeping again.
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(cont+)
Dazai made a noise of acknowledgement, then waited for Chuuya to start sleeping again.
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(cont+)
It& #39;s nice, all of this. There& #39;s a peaceful quiet, with nothing but the sounds of crickets singing their songs, and the wind howling, a blanket underneath them, and in between him, a warm body.
It feels like home.
It feels like home.
There& #39;s a special sort pf nostalgia whenver Chuuya is involved.
He& #39;s here right next to him, but he still feels so far away. They& #39;ve kept in touch, but just barely.
This Chuuya, the one who been beside him for a good chunk of his life, he barely knows.
He& #39;s here right next to him, but he still feels so far away. They& #39;ve kept in touch, but just barely.
This Chuuya, the one who been beside him for a good chunk of his life, he barely knows.
Still, he thinks it would be nice, to spend every day of his life next to this warmth, & #39;cause this is stability that hasn& #39;t been in his life for so long.
He turns to Chuuya, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist, solid yet tender.
He turns to Chuuya, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist, solid yet tender.
/"I love you,"/ he says, words barely a whisper, and lets that settle.
Does he really think that of him?
Maybe.
It doesn& #39;t make him feel the butterflies that most associate with falling in love, but..there& #39;s this feeling that he gets from Chuuya,
Does he really think that of him?
Maybe.
It doesn& #39;t make him feel the butterflies that most associate with falling in love, but..there& #39;s this feeling that he gets from Chuuya,
feelings that make him feel warm, and trigger happy. Well, half of that was from his dick, but other than
/that/, there& #39;s a sensation, one he& #39;s known only with Chuuya.
To him, that& #39;s the closest thing to loving he could get.
/that/, there& #39;s a sensation, one he& #39;s known only with Chuuya.
To him, that& #39;s the closest thing to loving he could get.
For now he& #39;ll sleep, letting the sounds of the night lull him to sleep, but he& #39;s /happy./
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By the morning, Chuuya sees a note laying on top of his bedside table.
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By the morning, Chuuya sees a note laying on top of his bedside table.
/hey chibi! your dick may be small, but at least that means that you can fit in my flat ass~ <33/
/-mackerel/
It& #39;s written messily, with obnoxious amounts of badly drawn hearts and dicks, but he can& #39;t help but smile at it.
"idiot."
/-mackerel/
It& #39;s written messily, with obnoxious amounts of badly drawn hearts and dicks, but he can& #39;t help but smile at it.
"idiot."
I hope u liked small writing of am old idea vaugely inspired by a lovely song and based on an old au prompt i had!! enjoy this self indulgent trash
