I Absolutely Cannot. This Is Glorious. And Thanks To A Reblog Comment, I Cant Stop Imaging A Scenario

I absolutely cannot. This is glorious. And thanks to a reblog comment, I can’t stop imaging a scenario in my Cult!Chūya AU (yes, I have more than one AU)

Dazai: Hey, Chūya. You know that god you worship? This is what he looks like. *shows a picture of Sacabambaspis Dazai*

Chūya: *punches Dazai in the face*

Also Chūya: *Can’t stop imagining Arahabaki as Sacabambaspis Dazai from then on*

dazai being called a mackerel just makes me imagine him as a sacabambaspis, which doesnt make sense because its nowhere near a mackerel

Here’s a snippet of Chater 8 of my ADA!Chūya AU For The Tainted Human! This chapter is heavier because there are major Stormbringer spoilers in it.

I have a massive hangover.

I guess it’s to be expected, considering how drunk I got last night. I think Kunikida said my total drink count came out to around ten or something. I know Shinji has a tab for me, and I will get around to paying for this round soon, but it definitely isn’t happening today. I grumble and press the heels of my hands into my eyes, groaning quietly to myself as I bury myself deeper into my blankets. I just want to go back to sleep.

My head hurts though, too much to let me fall asleep again. So I’m just left to lie here, groaning in pain, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes for some relief. Not that it does anything, but I’m desperate.

There’s a little rustle by my window, and when I look, it’s open. I know I closed all of my windows last night before I left for the bar with Kunikida, so this is new. I frown and stare at the offending window, but I don’t get a clue as to what happened for a while. I yawn and turn to go back to sleep when I hear the rustling again. I shift to look at my succulents near the window, frowning. After a moment I notice the piece of paper that’s now tucked under the leaves of my winthrop lithops. I frown and drag myself up and over to it, picking up the note. I unfold it and start reading.

You said we could meet up at some point, right? How about next week, at that hotel you like? You can wear one of your dresses again, I miss those.

I miss you. Number?

I snort to myself and roll my eyes. Silly Dazai. He probably sent Gin to deliver this, since she was probably the one who delivered my collar - which is still hidden away in the box of other items of that nature - but the thought of us passing notes like we’re children in school is a little entertaining. I can almost read the tone of the boy he used to be in the writing, and I realize that his kanji is a lot neater than it used to be. I smile to myself and shake my head. True, his handwriting is still quite bad, but it’s definitely more “befitting” of a Port Mafia boss. I still remember when he used to make me write a lot of his more professional and official documents because my kanji were always far neater and smoother than his.

I smile to myself as I fold the note up and tuck it somewhere someone won’t just randomly find it if they decide to come into my dorm and move back over to the bed. Maybe I can text Yosano to bring me a painkiller or two. I could really use it, my head is fucking killing me right now.

I’m about to curl up in my bed when there’s an annoying knock at my door. I grumble and glare at it before getting up and going over, opening the door and glaring at the person who dared to disturb me. “What?”

“I brought you something,” Kunikida says as he pushes a small pill bottle in my hands. “Painkillers. For your migraine-level headache.” I look down at the bottle and run my thumb over the label before sighing. “Thanks,” I say as I run my hand through my hair. “Is this everything? You just wanted to drop off some painkillers?”

“I also brought some food,” he says as he lifts the plastic bag in his hands. It looks like he just went to a convenience store. “I’ll be honest, I don’t really know how to cook, and I don’t want you in the kitchen right now. So I went and bought us something. It’s not going to be healthy, but I…I suppose one morning won’t be a big deal.”

I stare at Kunikida for a while, silent. He stands in my doorway and opens his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it. “Have you had five cups of coffee this morning?”

“I’ve only had one so far,” Kunikida says as he adjusts his glasses. “I just didn’t get black-out drunk last night.”

“Point taken,” I mutter and step aside for him to come in. I close the door behind him and he goes over to the table, setting everything down before tossing the bag in the appropriate bin. “Wow you really meant it when you said it was shitty.”

Instant ramen. I’m not surprised, Kunikida has probably never actually been in a convenience store before, but I’m sure that the one near the agency has some decent breakfast options. So either he completely missed them or he went for the ramen on purpose. Still, I pick up one of the packets and start getting everything ready, yawning and wincing from the pain in my head. I have to pause what I’m doing for a moment to take a pill, but then I go back to getting my ramen all set up.

It doesn’t take long, and I move to the table to let Kunikida start working on his. I sit down and say thanks before starting to eat, blowing on the still very hot noodles before starting to eat them, using the chopsticks to help them into my mouth as I chew.

Kunikida comes over and sits down to start eating his own as well, and silence falls over the two of us as we just eat our instant ramen breakfast, the painkiller slowly kicking in to cancel out the effects of the hangover. I still definitely have a hangover, but the symptoms can at least be manageable.

“I’m sorry about your friends,” Kunikida says after a bit and I look up at him. “The ones that you lost at your former job. I’m sure it hurt you.”

“...yeah,” I whisper before blowing on my noodles again and taking a bite. I chew on them for a bit before swallowing. “It was years ago, so it’s really not a big deal right now. I’ve come to terms with it.”

I had two years to do so.

At the beach and saw a couple of seagulls. Decided to draw them. My first time drawing birds, and I gave up on the background. But still, the birds are nice

do you ever tell people you’ll be going to sleep but then you don’t and you have to not do anything noticable online for the sake of it seeming as if you didn’t lie to them

Here’s a snippet from Chapter 7 of my ADA!Chūya AU, For the Tainted Human! This scene is one of Chūya’s memories, and this chapter gets pretty emotional. Chūya has a story to tell and maybe now is the best time~

“What is this?” Dazai asked as he lifted his head and turned towards my phone. I gripped him tighter, pulling him back towards me so he couldn't change the song. “Does that matter? I want to listen to it.”

“It just sounds…sad. Not like you,” he said as he turned back around and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck again. I shrugged and snuggled deeper into him, keeping our legs entwined under the sheets. “So? I’m allowed to like sad songs too.”

“I never said that, Chibi~ I was just saying that it’s the first time I’ve heard you listen to it, that’s all.”

“...It’s called Gavi’s Song.”

“Gavi’s Song?”

“Yeah. The artist released it after her best friend died. She’d been working on it with him, but he didn’t make it through to the end, so she released it as a homage to him or something. I think it’s really beautiful. Call me sappy, I don’t care.”

“Why would I do that?” Dazai placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head, meeting my gaze with a soft smile. “If Chibi thinks it’s beautiful, that means is must be beautiful~ Since Chibi is the most beautiful thing in the world~”

“S-Shut up…” I muttered as I moved my head and hid my face again, getting a chuckle out of him. We were still new to our actual relationship, so the softer flirting embarrassed me. It also sometimes reminded me of that place, though I never told him. He didn’t know about that place, and I wanted it to stay that way.

“You really like this artist, huh?” Dazai asked after a moment and I slowly nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered without moving my head. “She’s good. The music’s complicated and loud enough to keep me focused but it also helps keep me from singing along.”

“Does she tour?”

“Dazai, you are not taking me to go see her in concert. I don’t even know when she’s coming to Japan next.”

“Alright, fine. But I’ll keep an eye out, don’t worry.” He pressed another light kiss to my forehead and my cheeks flushed a little more as I tried burying myself deeper into him. He snorted and ran a hand over my head, letting his fingers get tangled in my hair and gently working the knots that had developed overnight out. “Your hair’s getting long.”

“I know.”

“Are you gonna cut it?”

“Probably not this time. I want to try having it long.”

“I think long hair will suit you.”

“You just want something to grab when I’m being a brat.”

“That is a benefit, I will admit~ But it’ll look so good with Chibi’s dresses~”

“What is with you and those damn dresses?”

“Chibi looks go pretty in them~ Like a god sent into my life~”

“...Osamu, you’re a dork.”

“What did you call me?”

“I called you mackerel, stupid mackerel.”

“No you didn’t. That doesn’t even sound like what you said! I think you said my name! Chibi called me by my name!”

“Wha- No I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did!”

“No, I didn’t you stupid-” He shut me up with a well-timed kiss as he pushed me down onto the bed, rolling us over so that I was on my back and he was above me. I gave in easily, kissing back as I moved to grip his hair, letting him have full access to my mouth as he wanted. We were still working out how to be gentle with each other, since we both knew just how rough we could go and were used to being, but I didn’t mind. The gentler times gave us a chance to figure out my “subspace” or whatever it was called so that we knew how to deal with it during our rougher nights.

I just wished I remembered more after I slipped that night.

Here’s a little snippet from Chapter 6 of my ADA!Chūya AU!! Sorry it’s a little short, the chapter is short itself lol

I’m still in a daze when I get back to my apartment. None of the wine got broken, thankfully, so I can just put it away and then head to the bathroom to shower. I’m mostly out of subspace by now, enough to be on my own, at least, but still a little out of it. Nothing a shower won’t fix.

What the hell was I thinking? I berate myself as I turn on the water and start undressing, feeling the evidence of our earlier activity sliding down my legs. I’m gonna have to deep clean these pants. I test the water and climb in, closing the door behind me.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m supposed to be fucking over him! Four years, Chūya! Whatever happened in that alley today was some sort of weird freak thing. You’re not supposed to go running back to him!

Yet…I can’t stop thinking about it. And not just today, but of all our years together. From our first hookup to our first night dating to our last night together. Everything plays in my mind, leaving my heart panting and crying out. Who am I kidding? I still love him. That’s why I did what I did. Four years ago and today.

I hope I can explain that day to him. Maybe not soon, but eventually. I just want to be able to explain what I did and why. This can’t live between us as an unspoken thing forever. It has to be addressed.

I run my hands through my hair as I start washing off, letting my mind wander for once. I still have the old phone from my Mafia days, and I’m sure it still has Dazai’s number on it. I don’t know why I haven’t gotten rid of it, along with literally everything else that reminds me of him - the box and dresses in particular.

I let out a sigh and focus on getting clean, taking extra care to clean everything out, even if it leaves me leaning against the wall, panting and in need of a little help. Eventually I get everything clean and turn off the shower, climbing out and wrapping the towel around myself. I shake my head, getting as much of the water out of my hair as I can before grabbing the smaller towel reserved for my hair.

I tie the larger towel around my waist and head out into the main room, yawning as I make my way over to my dresser. I hunt for some pajamas, easily changing and getting curled up on them with a quiet hum.

I’m just settling down in my futon when there’s a knock. I frown at the door and sigh before getting up, opening the door. “Yeah?”

It’s Kunikida, and he looks ready to yell at me for something. But then he shuts up when he actually sees me. I’m sure I don’t look great, but I’m still under a little bit.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was alright,” he says softly. “You were gone for a while.”

“Window shopping,” I say with a shrug. “Lost track of time for a bit.”

“Oh. Well, if you’re alright-“

“Yup,” I say to cut him off. I go to close the door but then I get an idea. I slowly open the door again and look him up and down. “How do you feel about going for drinks tomorrow?”