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Can ya'll

Peer pressure me into finishing my fic for the skk mixtape exchange? I'm so close; I just need to write fourty or so more paragraphs (sounds like a lot, but it actually isn't), do some editing, and then check how many words I have, and if all goes well, I can post it when the posting period begins, but I'm great at procrastinating.

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Happy birthday, Osamu

It's Dazai's birthday today, and I totally had this prewritten, totally. It's slightly suggestive, but only very slightly.

"Are we gonna do anything at all today?" Chuuya asked his husband as he threaded his fingers through his hair.

"I'd rather stay in bed all day, and it is my birthday," Dazai answers, shifting his head against Chuuya's bare chest.

"Yes, but the Agency did say they were going to throw you a party, it would be pretty lame to miss it," he points out, causing the brunette to grumble.

"What time is the party at?" Dazai finally asks after a moment of internal debate.

"It's in four hours," the ginger answers; they'd been in bed for almost the whole day; they were up most of last night, and so they ended up sleeping until about eleven thirty or so, and then they just stayed there cuddling.

Dazai thinks about this. "Well, I suppose we can go, but I want to be fashionably late."

"Of course you do," Chuuya says, his voice laced with affectionate annoyance.

"Yeah, how about we have breakfast now?" Dazai requests, his stomach letting out a growl at the same moment.

"I was waiting for you to ask," Chuuya tells him, shaking his head slightly as he sits up.

Dazai moved to lay on his back, watching as Chuuya put on his boxers.

"Breakfast in bed then? Actually, it's lunch at this point," Chuuya wonders, and Dazai lets out a hum, not bothering with a full answer.

"Be quick," he tells him.

"I will." The ginger throws on one of his husband's shirts and makes his way out of the room but stops in the doorway. "Happy birthday, Osamy." Then he leaves.

Dazai lets out a sigh, a smile grazing his features.

Happy birthday indeed.

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I totally

Already have one written and am JUST asking out of curiosity, but does anyone have any, I don't know, ideas for a Dazai birthday fic? Not that I need any because I already wrote it because I am capable of remembering to do things.

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I need ideas

But not in the usual way; I have an idea for a fic, one I mentioned before; about how Dazai flirted with Chuuya throughout the mafia days, but it was in crazy ways, so Chuuya never picked up on it

I can't think of any weird ways, so, if anyone can think of any, they gotta be weird, but could still somehow be considered flirting, if you're as crazy as Dazai (which is very).

Until I can think of something, I'll just write something else, not tonight though, it's late.

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I was playing

This romance visual novel called 'Our Life: Beginning and Always,' and in it you get to choose your pronouns (he, she, or they), and at first I chose she since I'm AFAB and those are the pronouns I use irl, but I decided to try using they in the second chapter 'cause I could always change it if I wanted to, but I loved it, I really, really, really loved it. I said before I was worried using 'they/them' pronouns would end up confusing me, but I've changed my mind; they/them pronouns are now my pronouns.

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If I'm lucky, it'll balance out the ao3 authors curse.

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Nicknames

"Love, what do you...?" Dazai did not hear the rest of the sentence, his brain had short circuited thanks to the nickname.

Chuuya had called him lots of nicknames before, it just so happens that all said nicknames happened to double as insults; like Mackeral, Beanpole, or, his currect favorite; Bastard.

And if he wasn't doing that, he was just calling him by his first name, which still made his heart skip a beat, but it hadn't beat as fast as right now since he had first call him 'Osamu'.

"Osamu!" Chuuya exclaimed, snapping him out of his stupor. "Uhm, sorry, what?" Dazai asked.

"I just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner, but... are you okay?" He walked over to the brunette, his arms crossed over his chest in slight concern.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I just zoned out for a second," he responded, slightly confused; it wasn't as if he never spaced out, it was actually quite common.

"Yeah, but you're all..." A smirk came to Chuuya's face as a realization came to him, his heand reaching out to keep Dazai looking at him.

"Chuuya, wha-"

"Feeling nervous darling?" The ginger asked, and Dazai fell silent, his mouth suddently dry.

"I didn't know you'd get this flustered over a simple pet name, I'll make sure to remember." Chuuya pulled away, and normally his husband would have protested, but he was having a bit of trouble processing what was going on, so he didn't.

"I'll just make chicken."

Dazai nodded slightly in reply, his eyes never leaving Chuuya as he left the room.

Dazai would make sure to eat dinner very quickly.

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I know

I promised a fic today, but I sorta blurped and forgot to write it in my free time, and now I'm tired and have a headache, and thus can't write. I'll try to write one tomorrow.

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Oh fuck

I haven't posted a fic in over a week, I'll post one tomorrow, until then, here's a random headcanon.

Dazai being the little shit that he is, likes to break in to Chuuya's apartment and just fuck with his stuff, sometimes he'll just steal something, sometimes he'll just turn all the painting so they're crooked, it's always enough to be brushed off, but it's still annoying as hell.

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Today my ADHD

Is going nuts. It wants my to over explain everthing. I said oh my god, and then had the urge to type out how I don't have a god so that doesn't really made any sense, but I had other things to say, plus I they're a random person on the internet, I can't say that. And right now I'm all jiggly, I'm probably gonna have to take melotonin again to fall asleep. Low key just wanna talk so I'm just gonna keep going till I can't think of anything else to say because I can. I can't really talk this long irl because no one cares to listen to me for this long, and even if no one bothers reading this it feels good to get words out sometimes, I should do this more often. I was watching Bluey, because I have free will, and I really like Rusty he's such a good big brother, I think he might be better thana mine and that's saying somehting, because my big brother is great. But he'd never ever ever let me win, even when I was little, but it's different because there's only a two year age gap between us. Also, the episode with the passing game, I cna't remember what it's called, oh! Pass the parcel, that one? Well, it's not a super great moral, I mean, could you imagine if Muffin went to even one of them and lost? It would have gone really bad, I know, because I played the non-lucky's dad rules, and my little brother STILL got upset, he's really annoying sometimes, I wishe he'd think about other people, he's only nine, but still. I'm pretty good at talking to him, but whenever other people get involved it tends to go downhill. Are you still reading this? Damn, you must be really bored, huh? Or maybe it's just fun to read ramblings, doesn't make much difference to me. Say, commetn ')(' if you get to this point, I've always wanted to do something like that, anyways. I cosplayed today, it was fun, I did it at dnd, now my whole party is gonna do it, I started it, it feels great. Welp, I'm tired, so I guess this is it, probably won't go to bed just yet though.

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I'm not competitive...*

I'm not competitive in the normal way. I hate losing a lot more than your average person, sure, but winning doesn't really make me feel all that good; I just get upset regardless. But I'm competitive in things with no winner or loser. I met this guy in DND who made a backstory for his character (our DM is pretty new so we didn't really have any), so I spent the days leading up to it making a character backstory just because I hate being one-upped, but that doesn't make either of us losers. I think it's just a need to prove myself. I grew up with a lot of siblings, and most of THEM actually are competitive, so I found ways of one-upping them without anyone getting upset, and I find it fun. I never get too upset about it.

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Uhm, excuse me

I can't be sad when ya'll are all so fricken nice to me, it makes me wanna smile to much, you're killing the vibe.

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Yeah... really should've figured that out before I made it and announced I made it.

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I didn't realize

It was pride month, so I'm gonna pretend yesterday's post was FOR pride month, cool? Cool.

Maybe I'll make a Pride Month-themed fic? I don't really know what it would be about; I'll have to brainstorm.

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So

I made another roleplay blog, this time it's Chuuya! And, in the canon of it, he's married to Dazai, why? Because I say so, that's why. I'm not sure why I'm so defensive of it, anyways, @petiteslug is the blog, and my other one which is a Dazai one is @totally-the-real-dazai, they aren't companion blogs, though, I might make a companion Dazai one at some point idk, I'm tired.

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THIS, but especially when it comes to ships, like, no, X and Z wouldn't be together, but you write a very compelling dynamic, so I'm going to read the whole thing anyway.

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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Burning up

"Nuh-uh, lay down," Dazai demanded, grabbing his stubborn-ass husband by the shoulders and forcing him to lay back.

"I'm going to be late for work!" Chuuya exclaimed, but was too weak to really push back against the other man.

"You're not going to work; you're sick as hell," the brunette deadpanned, pulling the blanket back over him.

Chuuya scoffed. "I am not sick—" he cut himself off with a sneeze.

"You spent all last night throwing up," the taller man pointed out, removing his hand from Chuuya's shoulder and crossing both arms over his chest.

"That means the disease is gone," Chuuya contradicts.

"You have a fever," Dazai states, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I don't; it's just hot in here," Chuuya grumbles in reply.

"It's sixty-eight degrees in here!" the brunette shouts in exasperation, causing Chuuya to wince.

"Plus, you have a headache, Dazai deduces.

"I... yeah." He closes his eyes. "I do."

Dazai shakes his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to get some stuff for your cold. Stay put and try to get some rest." Dazai turns to leave, but Chuuya grabs his wrist, his eyes half-lidded.

"Osamu..." He averts his gaze. "Thank you."

Dazai removes Chuuya's hand from his wrist, leaning over to press a kiss against his burning forehead. "It's what I'm here for."