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to think that we could stay the same,, but we're two slow dancers by ryuvvv
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
10 Jun 2025
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Maybe in a life where they weren’t so afraid, a life where they both were different people, he wouldn’t awaken with empty arms.
or,
Dazai spirals and finds himself passed out on the steps of Chuuya's apartment building. Chuuya, who just wanted to eat something other than instant ramen, has to deal with the aftermath. They end up falling into an achingly familiar routine, and one where it ends far too similar from when Chuuya first found Dazai's broken mask in his hands.
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The galaxy spins above them, around them, every atom of matter present now, as it was at the beginning and as it would be at the end. And that's what Chuuya and Dazai have; the inevitable existence of eternity, atoms of matter that will seek each other out in every life, every universe.
When Nakahara Chuuya turned 18, Dazai Osamu stole a cake for him and dragged him onto the rooftop of the Port Mafia headquarters to eat it among the stars.
As Chuuya turns 23, Dazai does his best to top that and make up for the years in between.ChuuyaWeek2024 Day 7 : Birthday
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- Part 7 of chuuya week 2024
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When Alhaitham writes a book with a protagonist based on himself, he doesn't expect to see his own character stripped bare by a fanfiction writer who "identifies really strongly" with his love interest.
Alhaitham found himself smiling as he cooked dinner that night, thinking back on his conversation with “alkavarzaray,” the random online stranger who understood him to a terrifying degree. Creating any sort of art and allowing it to be perceived is extremely intimate in itself, but the idea that this man had properly understood and absorbed most of what Alhaitham had put out there, baring his soul— It was something between incredible and horrifying.
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28 May 2026
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sobbing screaming crying i might just like writing again.
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Ivan breathes a humorless laugh. "I don't know what it is you want from me."
Till furiously snaps back, "I want you to—" before cutting himself off. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his scrunched-up facial features before continuing, quieter. "I'm your best friend. I find you half passed out in some—fucked up garden that you've been coughing up for a year, and I'm freaking out because I don't know what's going on or—or if you'll be okay, and now that I know you're okay, the doctors are saying they can't let you go because you're too damn sick to be left alone!"
His lower lip quivers ever so slightly. Ivan, for his own sake, unfocuses his eyes until Till is only a shapeless blur of colors in the middle of a sea of hospital white.
"I'm your best friend," the blur repeats, breathlessly. "I want you to fucking say something to me."
Hanahaki disease is, quite famously, a condition born from love. Ivan is convinced that his case is the exception to this rule. And when each of his friends inevitably starts catching on to his quickly deteriorating health, everything goes spinning out of control.
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Mystery Work
Part of old works (editing/rewriting in progress)
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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Was he really ok with this? Ivan was a catch. Disciplined, smart, charming, and so annoyingly attractive. Fake dating for an undetermined period of time seemed…
“Are you sure about this?" Till asks, his eyebrow twitching, “This just doesn’t— I dunno, feel like you,”
“And what would you know about me?” Ivan counters, crimson pupils appearing to glow under the sun’s splintered rays.
Till impulsively claims to be dating his roommate. Ivan is okay with this, for whatever reason.