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    “What’s your problem?” Chuuya pressed. “You drink. You swallow whatever pills the Boss throws at you like candy. But one little joint and you’re acting like a grandma.”

    Dazai’s smile froze.

    “Chuuya,” Albatross said lightly, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Maybe chill.”

    “What? I’m just saying,” Chuuya said. He turned back to Dazai, annoyance lighting his cheeks. “You’re the one acting like I’m about to shoot up heroin in front of a kindergarten. It’s weed. You already do every other drug under the sun.”

    The words hit harder than they should have. Maybe because they were true. Maybe because they weren’t, not in the way Chuuya thought. For a heartbeat, Dazai couldn’t hear the wind or the waves. Just the pounding in his own ears.

    Every other drug. Like it was a hobby. Like it was something he did for fun.

    “Chuuya doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Dazai said, voice flat.

    or: Chuuya smokes for fun. Dazai takes drugs to die or because Mori tells him to. When a stupid joint on a hill turns into Dazai admitting the difference, Chuuya makes a new rule: if the Boss drugs you, you don’t go curl up alone. You come find me when it’s over.

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    15 May 2026

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    prob 15th work bookmarked by this author

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    “Alright,” Chuuya muttered. “Bath time. Up. Don’t deadweight me on purpose. I’m not carrying your scrawny ass around like a princess.”

    “That sounds nice,” Dazai mumbled into Chuuya’s hair.

    Chuuya nearly dropped him. “Stop—saying shit like that.” His voice cracked just enough to piss him off. “Get in the damn tub.”

    or: bleeding, dissociated, and half-conscious—they stumble into intimacy the only way they know how: through blood, bathwater, quiet kisses, and chuuya holding dazai together when he’s too far gone to ask for it, and too exhausted to pretend he doesn’t want it.

    Hurtcember 2025 - Day two - Wounds

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    30 Mar 2026

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    She doesn’t quite know what to do with the way that Alice is looking at her. Like she’s something sacred, something inescapable, one of the old gods that slumber in the centre of the earth—Alice’s eyes are their own kind of hunger, the ache of an empty belly, the dark comfort of dreaming and the soft light of coming awake.

    “Your life is your own, Narcissa,” she says.

    And oh, how badly Narcissa wishes that were true.

    8/24/23
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    21 Mar 2026

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    “Chuuya," Dazai starts solemnly. He pitches his voice intentionally low as he pulls on a severe expression. A dramatic sigh leaves his mouth. "I think it’s time we break up."

    "Fucking finally," Chuuya snorts. "Now stop whining and do the damn dishes."

    Vietnamese translation available!

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    17 Mar 2026

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    domestic soukoku💔

  5. Public Bookmark 50

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    At fifteen, Dazai Osamu decided that Valentine’s Day was a ritual.

    This was not because he believed in romance. Or sincerity. Or even holidays, really. It was because Valentine’s Day was selective, and Dazai had recently discovered that this year, for the first time, he qualified.

    Eligibility mattered.

    He did not immediately think of Chuuya. That came later. Inevitably.

    or: dazai tries to make a valentine’s day card. it detonates. chuuya keeps it anyway.

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    04 Mar 2026