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BBC GHOSTS SPOILERS

Pat and Julian arguing over North and South is so funny to me, not just because I would happily join in this fight, but because of current affairs with HS2 and whatnot, it's so fitting for the current time and obviously it's a complete coincidence but it is so hilariously relevant right now

#bbc ghosts spoilers #minor?#Not episode one so worth tagging as a spoiler

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Because why not am I right? And I just really love de-aged and or time travel fics. Sprinkle in angst and fluff but focus on the angst. And I’m taking liberties as a fic writer. It’s pretty obvious to anyone that Dazai has a form of depression canonically. I’m putting forth the notion that if someone just suddenly told him that Odasaku died then he would in fact show quite a bit of emotion considering Odasaku was pretty much like a safety blanket for Dazai, for a lack of a better term right now. I really think that Odasaku (at some point) actually saw Dazai cry so why not now haha?

He was rushing blindly out of the elevator bank and back into the lobby. No, Mori had to be lying. He had to be. Odasaku. There was no way that Odasaku was dead. Dazai could still remember those warm hands on his skin. He recalled how gentle Odasaku was as he pulled Dazai’s bandages off his body. The face of reverence and patience, something that Dazai had never experienced. No he could not be dead. Dazai ran down the hallway which lead to the lobby. His brown eyes were full of tears so he just pushed aside anyone that started to get in his way. No no no no. This was all wrong. It could not be.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear people yelling to him. Was that Hirotsu? This Hirotsu? Who else could be mad at him for all these years? Everyone had to be. Four years, Mori told him. Yet why was he like this? Why was he still 17 if it had been four years. All Dazai could think about was finding Odasaku. If he could find Odasaku then he would be able to explain. Dazai knew that Mori was lying. Either way, Dazai continued to rush out of the lobby. He busted through the front doors and past other yelling members. It was only when he made it down the front steps did he physically run into someone, which was surprising considering how blurry his eyesight was from the tears. Whoever he ran into felt like a brick wall. The young brunette was sent down to the ground, slamming against the pavement of the sidewalk. Dazai groaned from feeling the cuts and bruises forming on his hands.

Yet when he looked up towards the person, he found that it was a familiar red head. Well, familiar in the sense that Dazai knew who he was. Chuuya as well had aged four years. His once youthful face had turned razor sharp; especially those steely eyes that suddenly morphed into something new when he spotted who it was that had just run into him.

~’~

Chuuya could admit that he had not been paying attention as he got out of the car and tossed the keys to the guard that always parked his car. Yeah, it was Friday. Tonight was the night he got to drink. Why would he be paying attention to anything when he was so close to the end of the day? That was how he completely missed the teen that went barging straight into him. Even though everyone in the city knew who he was, there were still a couple of young punks that tried to get the better of him. He did not feel like putting forth the energy to fight so he simply turned around to yell at the kid who had ended up sprawled out on the sidewalk. Didn’t do your research, Chuuya thought with a snort. Anyone who would really want to take him on would know that his appearance fooled many. He weighed closer to someone who played offensive tackle on an American football team. “Watch where you are go-“

Chuuya froze. The words slammed against the ground like glass, shattering at his feet. No. This wasn’t possible. It could not be.

Dazai…No it could not be Dazai. This was what he looked like years ago. This kid in front of him looked like he could maybe be 17. Yet that was Dazai’s face. Chuuya knew that like the back of his hand. Everything about the brunette on the ground was off. This was the body of a 17 year old covered in a 22 year old’s clothing. It was baggy and ill-fitting, shuffling off his shoulders a bit as he groaned and pushed himself back up. Slowly those familiar big brown eyes looked up to see who he had run into. Yep, Chuuya bit his tongue, that was Dazai. Those eyes were unmistakable; even if they were red from crying.

That tear stained face lit up in recognition.

“Chuuya!” Oh shit, Chuuya’s stomach dropped as Dazai shot up onto his knees. The tears had not stopped but it seemed as though Dazai had not realized. “Chuuya thank god you are here!” He shuffled across the cement, scratching his knees as he went. Finally he grabbed onto Chuuya’s waist and the red head wanted to disappear. He wanted to disappear, kill Dazai, feint, go to sleep, drink, and then maybe find out what was going on; not in that particular order of course. Others were staring at the two of them. “Help me! I need to find Odasaku. We can go back to the apartment tonight and talk, all three of us. I am so confused right now.”

Chuuya felt like someone just chucked him out into the Arctic Ocean. This Dazai thought this was four years ago. And the mention of Oda Sakunosuke. Bile rose in his throat. The expecting look of happiness as Dazai gripped onto the front of Chuuya’s shirt was not helping. How was he going to tell this Dazai that Oda Sakunosuke died almost four years ago to the day?

#odazai #minor soukoku #oda sakunosuke #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs fic #minor?#it may be more #soukoku

HELP SO I JUST HAD THIS WEIRD IDEA

So okay we have TA Jimin and Reader (they are both over 18) had a massive crush on him and finds him extremely hot to the point where he turns Reader on. (Very weird, ig you can make Reader a yandere) So one day Reader just cant take it anymore so Reader borrowed his pencil and excused herself to the bathroom to play with her 🐱 with the pencil fantasizing that it was him. After she was finished she cleaned it with water, (only) went back to class and gave it back to him.

Only to find out, Jimin bites his pencils and puts them in his mouth.

(I thought of this in the middle of class hAh)

This is an interesting idea, however because you thought of it in the middles of class it makes me think maybe you're a minor? therefore I don't feel comfortable interacting with this sorry

#minor?#ask?