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hello, i was wondering if you could do birthday fic with atsushi nakajima? ^^ i will having my birthday nextweek. can the fic be fluff and wholesome? i rrly don't mind waiting, thank you. s/o is the one having birthday btw

Notes:Heyyy!! I hope I’m not late with the request.. Also, happy birthday!💙 I hope you will have/had a great birthday party!🙏💙

TW//CONTENT: fem!s/o, celebrate your birthday with Atsushi

Little by little you woke up and still with your eyes ajar and your movements slow, you turned to the other side of the bed crossing your boyfriend’s eyes still closed while he slept blissfully.

today is my birthday…

You thought while you closed your eyes realizing it was still actually early to wake up and go make breakfast

You went back to sleep and woke up an hour later thanks to the smell of a great breakfast and the noise of the bedroom door opening.

You sat you on the bed while your boyfriend tried to close the door without making too much noise, he thought you were still sleeping.

He almost had a fit when he saw you were awake.

"O-Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you up, sweety. I’ll come back later" he said as he was about to walk out the door but you stopped him: "I was already awake Atsushi, don’t worry!" You answered him with a smile.

Only then did you notice he had a tray in his hand.

"Got it..... Oh and I made you breakfast, I hope you like it!"

Aww that cute, he made you your favourite breakfast!

“Oh my- thank you Atsushi! but you didn’t have to!”You replied

“But darling..it’s your birthday, You deserve this and much else!”

You wanted to replicate again, but you knew that any effort you made to keep your boyfriend from straining too much would be in vain.

You showed him a beautiful smile and then you started eating breakfast while complimenting him telling him how good is the breakfast.

“i’m happy you like it” He said giving you a forehead kiss.

That day he took you with him to the agency, you didn’t know why but hey, it was always nice to see your friends.

Actually, that day for lunch Yosano-sensei and Ranpo invited you to with them for lunch. obviously you three went to the mc donalds with a certain writer named poe and a raccoon

You were a little sad to leave Atsushi but he was the one who made you go so you guess is okey.

You had a nice afternoon, actually

But the best part is when you came back to the agency..

.. They prepared a surprise party for you!

Your heart started to beat fast, your cheeks turned red and your eyes lit up as the whole agency started singing 'Happy Birthday'.

Ofc ofc they prepared you gifts.

Among the various gifts, such as the bandages that Dazai gave you or the candies that Ranpo gave you, there was obviously the gift of Atsushi.

"I hope you like it.. I’m sorry if it’s not enough or you don’t like it" he almost whispered.

You opened the box and inside you see a silver bracelet with a black writing: 'Your yang'

You were a little confused and only when Atsushi raised his wrist showing a black bracelet with a silver writing on it: 'Your Yin'

(if you don’t get it, is the yin and yang ☯)

“Atsushi please..This is so beautiful!” You said that when you held him in your arms in a hug.

“W-wait...Really?” He asked.

“Yes, of course! This is the best gift someone gave me in my entire life!!.. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give you an equally beautiful gift..”

He kissed you.

“No sense my love..You’re the best gift i could ever ask in my entire life”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . dysania

﹙dysania﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff.

WC: 1034

― dazai stirred. blinking away the sleepiness that clung to his mind and yawning widely, his gaze began at the wall and wandered up to the closest splash of color; a printed polaroid of him and his boyfriend, or, as the world knew him, his partner in crime. a tired smile spread across the man's lips at the picture, it was blurred and the faces within it weren't completely clear; that just gave it all the more meaning of memory.

the boyfriend (or, partner in crime) in question, chuya, was still fast asleep— the slightly older man had never been an early riser. he was clinging tightly to dazai as he remained deep in his slumber, his short arms wrapped around the taller's waist as if he'd disappear if he let go. his abnormally bright ginger hair framed his face like delicate veins of a leaf, highlighting his feminine, delicate features. well, dazai wouldn't describe him as abnormal. personally speaking, he found chuya's unique complexion rather beautiful. that was the first thing that had attracted him to the other— his visible difference, and.. his lack of outward insecurity about it. although there had been times where chuya had faulted himself and broken down in dazai's arms because of how he inwardly viewed himself, on the outside and to the public, he didn't give two shits whether his hair was bright or dark.

'after all, barely anyone really has naturally dark hair.' dazai would always think, whenever he awed chuya for his confidence. 'some people just care more than others do.'

dazai averted his gaze to the ceiling as far as he could, before letting out a soft sigh and turning his body to face his smaller partner. chuya was still peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly with each slow breath. although he moved and murmured occasionally, his arms still remained firmly around dazai's waist, giving him no route of escape. the younger man rolled his eyes with a quiet chuckle, and he moved closer to give his sleeping boyfriend a chaste kiss on his forehead. chuya stirred at the contact, rising closer to the surface of alertness.

"chuya," dazai whispered softly, lifting a hand and gently running it through the man's smooth ginger locks. "it's time to wake up, sweetheart. the sun has risen."

the sun had indeed begun its ascent into the sky, illuminating the horizon with a golden wash. the cherry trees outside the apartment building claimed the light as their own, casting a gentle komorebi through the window and onto the two partners. dazai's face glowed with the early sunlight, his eyes sparkling slightly as they reopened after each blink.

"chuya," dazai said again, a little louder this time. "come on, silly, you need to get up now."

chuya murmured something indistinct, shifting in his position before giving dazai's waist a gentle squeeze, indicating he was awake.

"good morning," dazai chuckled, threading his hands through the smaller man's hair. "someone doesn't want to get up, huh?"

the ginger let out a soft huff, shaking his head and burying his face in dazai's chest. his head rested in the crook of the taller man's neck, his hair nestling under his chin.

dazai chuckled, running his hand down chuya's neck and beginning to gently massage his shoulders. "i take that as a no."

chuya mumbled incoherently, his small body physically relaxing at the feeling of dazai's hands kneading into his tense muscles. he let out a sigh of relief against the taller's chest, still clinging tightly to his waist.

"you know, i think there's a word for what you're feeling right now," dazai said softly. "dysania. have you ever heard of it?"

chuya slowly shook his head, exhaling tiredly and closing his eyes.

"it's a term that you use for someone who struggles to wake up in the morning," dazai continued, chuckling. "and that's you, isn't it? you never get up early enough."

the ginger groaned in annoyance and lightly hit dazai's arm, huffing and lifting his head up. he looked at dazai from below, his blue eyes glinting in the morning sunlight and his hair falling around his face like a frame.

"i'm not that bad," he mumbled, scowling.

"you are," dazai insisted, laughing quietly. "you don't get up until, like, ten every day. if i didn't force you out of bed in the mornings you'd sleep forever."

"well, maybe i want to sleep forever," chuya huffed.

"no, don't," dazai shook his head. "i'd never get to talk to you again."

chuya paused in contemplation. "oh. i didn't think about that. whatever." with a shrug, he leaned his forehead against dazai's collarbone again, his eyes beginning to fall closed a second time.

"chuya, i already had to wake you up once," dazai warned playfully. "do i need to pick you up to keep you awake?"

"no," chuya groaned. "don't pick me up, you know i hate it."

"you're like a cat," dazai teased, beginning to run his hands across the smaller's sides. "you hate being picked up, you love being cuddled, and you purr."

"i don't purr!" chuya lifted his head, frowning indignantly.

"yes you do!" dazai argued back, laughing. "you do purr when you're happy, especially when we cuddle. just not in the mornings, you're always too tired."

"you're so mean to me," chuya huffed, nuzzling his body against the taller's.

"it's only because i love you," dazai smiled, leaning his face against chuya's hair and breathing in his scent. 

"i love you too," chuya mumbled, his eyelids fluttering shut as he fell asleep once again.

dazai noticed his boyfriend had succumbed to his slumber, and chuckled. it was predictable and always likely; only this time he let him rest. in fairness to the ginger, he had overworked too often and dazai knew he would do the same if he were in his shoes.

the younger man laid on his back with his partner lying against his chest, his hands subconsciously running through the other's ginger locks. it was quiet, the only sounds being the chirping of larks and morning birds in the distance, the gentle breeze flying through the blossoms of the sakura, and chuya's even, slow breath.

in the moment, it was peaceful. no matter how strong dysania clung.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . sky high

﹙sky high﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; mentions drugs.

WC: 884

― "okay, let's get you another glass of water," dazai said with a soft chuckle, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the counter next to his partner with a half-filled glass in his hand. his partner, chuya, had been mindlessly giggling and flirting with dazai all evening, after the latter had found half-smoked drugs on the floor near the counter.

the smaller man looked up at dazai as he sat next to him, his pupils dilated and his eyes sparkling as he laughed.

"but i don't want water," he slurred. "water's gross.."

without giving dazai any warning, he flopped into his lap, his head resting against his thighs. he gazed up at the taller man, his hair falling around him and framing his sickly-looking face.

"i know it's gross," dazai chuckled, playing along with the drugged man. "but unless you want to crash and feel the effects worse than you will, you need to drink. come on."

chuya raised a hand up, holding dazai's cheek and rubbing his thumb against his skin.

"you're so pretty.." he murmured. "you're, like.. gorgeous.. like a god."

dazai's face warmed slightly as a faint blush formed on his cheeks, and he exhaled a laugh.

"why, thank you," the brunette replied. "you're quite handsome yourself."

chuya gave an open smile, his dilated pupils widening slightly.

"oh my god.. we should get married," he suddenly declared, sitting up in dazai's lap and looking at him seriously. "you wanna get married? let's get married!"

"woah, woah, slow down there, sweetheart," dazai laughed, holding chuya's face in his hands. "we can't just get married like that."

"yes we can! let's get married!" chuya exclaimed, wriggling out of dazai's hold and flopping onto the floor. he scrambled to his feet, desperately searching for something.

"you can't marry me without getting engaged to me first, chuya," dazai called out, laughing.

"then i'm gonna engage ya!" chuya yelled back, fumbling in his pockets before shouting in triumph and holding up a can tab. "gotcha!"

"you really aren't going to propose to me with a can tab, are you?" dazai grinned, unable to hold back his laughter.

"yes, i am!" chuya huffed, clumsily climbing back onto the counter and sitting on his knees in front of dazai. "and it's a ring, not a can tab!"

"it's a can tab, darling," dazai chuckled.

"no it's not!" chuya insisted. "samu, my boyfie, will you engage me?"

dazai laughed at the struggled wording and the slurred speech, running a hand through chuya's messy ginger locks.

"yes, i will engage you. but the right term is marry," he said, smiling. "hear that? marry."

"then will you marry me?" chuya asked.

"yes, i will," dazai grinned.

"okay, good," chuya huffed. "now, gimme your hand," the ginger demanded, taking dazai's hand and pulling it towards his face.

the smaller man stuck his tongue out in concentration, narrowing his eyes as he carefully slid the can tab onto dazai's ring finger.

"there!" he exclaimed once he had finished, beaming triumphantly. "now we're married! and we're gonna have a wedding, and cake, and confetti and tuxedos!"

"yes, yes, we are indeed," dazai chuckled, patting chuya's head. inwardly, his boyfriend's demeanor reminded him of an excitable young child; something neither of them really got to be. it was.. endearing, to say the least.

chuya giggled excitedly, moving closer and latching on to dazai's waist.

"my husband," he hummed. "mine."

"yes, i am yours," dazai smiled, rubbing his hand up and down chuya's arm in an affectionate manner. "and i'm your fiancé, chuya, not your husband. not yet."

"fi-what-sé?" chuya murmured, looking back up at dazai with half-open eyes.

"fiancé. in the middle of boyfriend and married," dazai explained with a chuckle. "you get it? fiancé."

"fiancé," chuya repeated slowly. "huh.. that has a nice ring to it."

"it does, doesn't it?" dazai smiled. "you're my fiancé."

"well, you're my fiancé," chuya huffed.

"okay, okay, darling, you win," dazai exhaled a laugh, tucking chuya's hair behind his ear as the smaller man nuzzled against him.

"good. i always win," chuya said quietly.

at the sudden softness of his partner's tone, dazai looked down in concern, his smile turning into a worried frown. he lifted chuya's head in his hands, tilting his chin to get a better view of his face. the ginger's face had grown ghostly pale, his eyes were barely open and he overall looked sick. dazai could only assume the high of the man's drugs were wearing off now, and he would begin to feel the after effects.

"chuya, dear.." he said softly. "are you feeling alright?"

chuya murmured incoherently, shaking his head slightly.

"what's wrong, darling? what feels bad?" dazai asked, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap.

chuya just made a soft noise, collapsing against dazai's chest and passing out cold. at first dazai felt a jolt of panic through his body, but at the realization that chuya was just resting from exhaustion, he exhaled a breath of relief and just held him close. he rubbed gentle circles on the ginger's back, his other hand loosely around his waist to hold him in place. he rested his chin on the smaller man's head, resting his eyes and letting his own eyelids fall shut for a moment.

chuya was coming down now, but it wasn't all bad when he was sky high. at least for dazai, anyway.

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birthday gifts ...

☆ soukoku - chuya x dazai (16 era) . ☆ dazai remembers chuya's birthday .

— birthdays were never really considered important within the port mafia. of course, that was nothing more than expectation from the most heinous, infamous criminal organization in yokohama.

but when chuya didn't even receive a message or positive word on his special day, it hurt. more than he expected it to.

he had returned to his small lodging after a deadbeat day filled with a whole lot of nothing, flopping face-first onto his unmade bed with an exhale. the entire place was silent, save for the footsteps and muffled voices of others next door and outside.

the teenager jolted in surprise and whipped around to face his door when he heard the knob turn and a key fumble in the padlock. once the door swung open, his eyes sparkled slightly in surprise as he noticed who had entered.

"hey, birthday boy! i brought you some presents!" cheered dazai, the marginally younger teenager bursting into the room with two bags in-hand.

chuya didn't say a word in reply, instead leapt from his bed and wrapped his arms around his partner's neck and squeezed him tightly. burying his face in the brunette's shoulder, he closed his eyes as tears forced their way through and trailed down his pale face.

"hey.." dazai's voice went quiet in concern, as he set the bags aside and held chuya gently by the waist. "what's going on?"

chuya hitched a breath before replying, trying his best to remain coherent.

"you remembered my birthday.." he murmured shakily. "thank you.."

after hearing the other's sorrowful gratitude, dazai's heart broke a little.

"did nobody else remember?" he asked quietly.

chuya shook his head against dazai's shoulder, sniffling.

"nobody even spoke to me. nobody cared," he mumbled, his voice wavering.

"oh, chu.." dazai mumbled, placing a soft kiss to the ginger's crown. "it's okay, i remembered. i would never forget your special day."

"thank you.." chuya whispered, fighting back a sob.

"shh, shh.." dazai hushed the teenager gently, rocking him back and forth as the two stood there in the doorway. the pair were still for a few moments in comfortable silence, until dazai gave a playful ruffle to chuya's ginger locks.

"d'you wanna open your presents, birthday boy?" he asked, smiling. once he saw chuya's shy nod, his smile grew to an excited grin.

"perfect!" he beamed, grabbing the two bags from the floor and dropping them carefully onto chuya's bed, dragging the other in the same direction. once the two had made themselves comfortable, dazai gave chuya the first bag.

"open it, open it, open it!" he giggled excitedly, watching as the teenager retrieved and unwrapped a small box.

within the previously brightly-wrapped box was a silver necklace; its pendant a golden crescent moon.

"i know you like looking at the moon sometimes when it's dark out," dazai grinned. "so now you can look at it all the time."

chuya lifted the necklace out of its case and gazed at it in awe, his bright blue eyes glinting with happiness.

"'samu.." he mumbled. "it's so pretty.."

dazai tilted his head as he smiled.

"d'you wanna put it on?" the brunette asked excitedly, clapping his hands together as he received a little nod from the other.

"okay, okay, here! i'll help!" he reached forward for the necklace, carefully buckling the clasp behind chuya's neck. he watched as the pendant hung from its chain against the ginger's shirt, his own eyes sparkling.

"it looks so nice on you.." he mumbled, before quickly shaking his head. "okay, next one, next one!"

"alright, alright," chuya laughed softly, taking a much larger box out of the second bag. he carefully unwrapped it and gasped quietly in surprise.

dazai practically held his breath as he smiled, his eyes wide with anticipation.

the second gift was a soft teddy bear with plush fur, a bandage wrapped around an eye similar to dazai's own, and a stitched red heart on its chest. chuya held it in his lap, looking at it in surprise.

"look, chu, press the paw," dazai prompted, pointing to the bear's left paw. once chuya did as dazai requested, the stitched heart on the stuffie's chest emitted a soft glow.

"i also know that you don't like going to sleep when it's, y'know, super dark, so i got you that so you can turn the light on when you go to bed," dazai spoke softly now, cherishing the precious moment. "and i added a bandage so it reminds you of me," he added humorously.

chuya exhaled a quiet laugh, hugging the bear close to his chest.

"thank you, 'samu.. i love it," he mumbled. "it's soft and cuddly."

"just like you, then," dazai giggled, leaning forward to peck chuya's nose affectionately. "i hope this made your birthday a little better."

chuya nodded quickly, returning dazai's affectionate gesture before pulling the brunette to lie beside him on his bed.

"happy birthday, chu," dazai murmured, smiling. "i love you."

"i love you too, 'samu," chuya returned, cuddling his partner and nestling his head in the crook of his neck. "thank you for making my birthday special."

"a special birthday for a special boy," dazai whispered.

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