Double Black Being Idiots (Bungou Stray Dogs)
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Fake Blood (and Other Occupational Hazards). by the_mackerel
Fandoms: Bungou Stray Dogs, BSD (bungo stray dogs), Bungo Stray Dogs
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How unfortunate it is that Chuuya’s job is, by definition, watching.
The chorus leaves space for another slow couple of bars, and there, right then, the performance turns private: Dazai’s head turns, slowly, like he knows where to aim, right at the specific square of unlit space where security hides, and he finds him. This is not the routine.
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His left hand, adorned with thick silver rings, comes up, just adjusting the mic, wrapping around the stand as his hips roll on the downbeat. Dazai’s gaze doesn’t move, still meeting the ginger’s eyes through fifteen metres of smoke and stage.
“Oh, I wanna go deep, all the way inside…”
For a moment, just a second, Dazai pulls away from the mic, his lips moving with no sound, but with a very specific shape: ‘You.’
Rockstar Dazai Osamu is an HR nightmare, love that for him. Chuuya is convinced the man is actively trying to shorten his lifespan. Eventually, they'll get on the same page, sort of.- Language:
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The Warmest Place on Earth. by the_mackerel
Fandoms: Bungou Stray Dogs, BSD (bungo stray dogs), Bungo Stray Dogs
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Set roughly two weeks before the epilogue seen in 'Curiosity Killed the Executive (not really, though)'. One cannot fuck the suicidal ideation out of Osamu Dazai, but God, it's worth a shot.
Some lives easily accumulate habits, others don’t. There’s a kind of failure that’s unique to people who seem unable to develop them: doesn’t your daily life always ask for the same things?
But when a man has spent his whole life mistaking such absence for his own personality, a lack of habits is rarely identified as relevant.
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“I’m gonna sit on your dick,” Chuuya announces as his steps halt at the corner of the bed; one hand closes around his own wrist behind his back. “Unless you’ve got somethin’ to say about that.”
At last, the chopstick slides free as the knot comes apart, all at once, with copper spilling over his shoulders. One-handed, Chuuya rakes it back without looking away; that, paired with the slightly-too-big jumper… for a moment, Dazai forgets to be miserable.- Language:
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