Raise Your Sluggish Flesh (Dangle It On Prescriptions)
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You Look So Sad, Boy, You Smell Like Gin and Failure by marsploop (treslecheskun), treslecheskun
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
01 Sep 2024
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Well, he isn't dead. But this may be worse.
Dazai's forehead is covered in slick and sweat. His bangs are sticking to his forehead, getting wet in the process. There's a bright trail of fever-induced blush running along his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His nose is running with snot, eyes bloodshot red and sunken; ready to sleep for a millennia.
Maybe the grim reaper is at his front door.
"What the fuck, Dazai?" Chuuya says, already deciding that Dazai is coming home with him.
"Slug?" Dazai muttered, he genuinely sounds like he's in disbelief, if his eyes weren't fighting for their life right now, they would definitely be wide open.
"Yeah, it's me. What happened?" Chuuya asks, kneeling down on the floor. He doesn't care that his partner is infected with the plague itself, he needs to get a better grasp on the youngers condition.
"J'st hungover," Dazai lies, he isn't sure why, he knows it's not fucking believable, but something is telling him that he shouldn't tell the truth.
"That's bullshit and you know it," Chuuya calls him out, his hand brushes Dazai's bangs to the side, pressing his hand against his forehead.
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Day 1 Prompt: "I'm not sick, I'm just hungover!"
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Pineapple's Are In My Head, Got Nobody 'Cause I'm Braindead by marsploop (treslecheskun), treslecheskun
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
02 Sep 2024
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Now looking at it, Dazai looked... horrible.
His eyes seemed distant, close to dissociating but not yet there. The skin on his lip was cracked and bleeding, flaking with dry follicles. His cheeks were trailed with a light blush, covering his freckles. His hair was ruffled, more ruffled than it typically is.
He really needed to get Dazai to his apartment.
Chuuya took a few deep breaths, with the way the younger is teetering the edge of a nervous break, yelling at him wouldn't be the way to go here.
"Dazai?" He spoke softly, walking towards the brunette, and crouching on the floor next to him.
Dazai trembled, nails scratching the top of his hand for some sort of comfort, his eyes had an unexplainable gloss to them—like if he was about to cry.
Chuuya was really out of his depth here.
"What's got you acting up, Mackerel?" Chuuya asked softly, tilting his head to the side, being sure to soften his gaze.
He shook his head, it'd be better to not speak right now, his container infested germs would get all over Chibi.
Chuuya sighed, "You must really feel like shit, huh?"
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Day 2 Alt Prompt: Flushed Cheeks
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I Don't Think That I Can Fake It Any Worse Than I'm Faking It Now by marsploop (treslecheskun), treslecheskun
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
22 Sep 2024
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Chuuya really fucking hoped that this little snorkeling activity wasn't what warranted Dazai a trip to the hospital.
The redhead couldn't help but pause every couple of blocks to check on his suspiciously quiet partner, constantly keeping tabs on his fever, watching how his bandages were drenched in dirt and water. He'd have to take those off later.
There's something about Dazai being sick, though.
The idiot absolutely despises self-care, but when he's contaminated with the plague itself, he's much more docile, and easy to work with.
Chuuya can make him eat without having to choreograph a twenty page essay with citations. He can get him to sleep without much of a fight, only watching to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare. God, if he's really feeling like shit, he can even get him to take a fucking shower.
Maybe he'd try that when they got home.
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Day 3 Prompt: Campus/Con-Crud
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