boreduser
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Best friends is too simple a term to squash the entire dynamic of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya within.
Sure, they’ve known each other since they were children, and they’re each other’s #1 on their best friend lists on Snapchat, and Chuuya’s been seen one too many times in his hoodies. People have also noticed how Dazai’s main muse for his volunteer hobby of polaroid photographer is the redhead himself.
But the pranks they pull on each other isn’t much of a ‘best friend’ thing to do.
Especially when one of the pranks get pulled so far,
That Chuuya is forbidden from seeing Dazai ever again.
And though he sees no good coming from such a forced separation, the one thing that can enhance their futures together is propelled forward at a faster speed than either of them could have ever imagined:
Coming to terms with their unusual feelings for each other.
Updates Mondays and Fridays!Love from,
Mil <3 -
Tags
Summary
Chuuya Nakahara has always been a fantastic cosplayer. Even more so when he met the well-known cosplayer Dazai Osamu at his favorite cafe, Tree Shade. The two instantly “hated” each other. Dazai invites Chuuya to go to an anime convention for the cosplay contest event with him in a handmade cosplay of their favorite ship that took place in about a month. Chuuya accepts, of course, although he may or may not be a little anxious about going in ship cosplay with Dazai, especially since it would be handmade, due to his developing crush which he couldn’t admit to himself existed. Once they’re at the convention, the two don’t even place in the contest. After checking out some vendors at the convention, they decide to go sulk at KFC, where Chuuya contemplates confessing and ends up doing so in his own way.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,196
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 1
- Kudos:
- 41
- Bookmarks:
- 6
- Hits:
- 615
Bookmarked by boreduser
05 Jan 2023
-
Tags
Summary
Fondly smiling at whatever he finds in Dazai’s expression, Chuuya utters, “Whatever’s going through that brain of yours, forget it. I make my own decisions, no one makes them for me. I know what I get myself into, you know that.”
He does. Chuuya is smarter, quicker than he appears. Anyone able to keep up with someone like Dazai is someone anyone should fear. Dazai’s sentiments are illogical, yet they persist. It’s annoyingly bothersome…
Just when did Chuuya learn to read him so well?
(Or, Double Black tastes the bliss of domesticity, yet they're still a mess)
Series
- Part 15 of sugary droplets of light
Bookmarked by boreduser
05 Jan 2023
-
Tags
Summary
“Who knew such a brute had a soft side?” They mused to themself, shaking their head fondly.
“Hah? Who the hell are you talking about?”
Dazai’s eyes snapped in the direction where they heard the familiar voice speak up. Knowing very few people who spoke the same way as their partner did only increased their excitement.
Their eyes locked onto a pair of fierce blue eyes that stared back at them expectantly.
Dazai could’ve sworn they felt something tugging at their heartstrings at the soft expression they were given.
Without a second thought, Dazai grinned and jumped into the arms of the other, laughing when the man yelped and stumbled back, his arms quickly latching onto Dazai as his back hit the car he stood beside harshly.
“Oi?! Ever heard of giving a warning?” Chuuya yelled-
Or, in short: Gays.
Bookmarked by boreduser
05 Jan 2023
-
The Nights Were Made for Saying Things (That You Can't Say Tomorrow Day) by sentient_ghost
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
25 Dec 2022
Tags
Summary
There at the entrance of the shop stood a man with matted black hair and dilated pupils. The man’s deep purple eyes seemed to swirl invitingly towards Dazai, closer and closer. The brunette could almost feel himself already slipping back into bad habits. That was, until the phone he now had an alarmingly tight grasp on buzzed once more. That’s right. Chuuya. His mind supplied. Chuuya was coming for him. He had Chuuya now, someone who legitimately cared for him.
Dazai’s throat seemed to close up on him unwillingly, but he still weakly croaked out, “We’re closed.” He glanced over at a bland clock mounted up on the wall. 8:04. The shop closed four minutes ago.
The man smiled, slowly stepping further into the coffee shop. “What, can’t make time for your favorite customer?”
Series
- Part 1 of Are You Mine?
Bookmarked by boreduser
05 Jan 2023