⭐️senior Year Sucks⭐️

Dazai by @alchimisthim in Telegram

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Oni Chuuya

Baby dazai the national treasure that you are... +some bonus skk shenanigans🫡 these are all a few weeks old

A trick of the eyes

One shot

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Soukoku - Dazai x Chuuya

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TW: Dark imagery, art has gore, Dazai having hallucinations, not quite angst in terms of their relationship, just Dazai's typical mental problems, he does eat in the end, alludes to cannibalism, doesn't actually happen don't worry, art below the cut is a visual description and has gore, don't read while eating, especially if it's Ramen

A/N: This was another thing I had done for Whumptober lol and never posted. This was day 12: Cannibalism

Dazai stared down at the fresh bowl of ramen Chuuya had graciously decided to make for him after he, on a whim as he told Chuuya, broke into the luxurious penthouse far above the city of Yokohama. Dazai wasn’t hungry and he had a feeling his typical ‘problem’ would show face again.

It was a problem he didn’t tell anyone, not even Chuuya. While Chuuya likely had an idea of what Dazai’s problem with food was, there was simply no way he knew exactly what the problem was, and Dazai was determined to keep it that way.

Dazai looked away, resting his head in his right palm as he looked to his left.

Chuuya let out a growl, “You better fucking eat, you piece of shit.”

They both knew that Chuuya would never expect Dazai to eat all, let alone half of the bowl. Dazai also knew, though, that Chuuya would be mad if he didn’t touch any of it. Dazai had asked for Chuuya to make some after all. Well- actually, ‘asked’ is the wrong word, more like he pestered Chuuya until he did.

Dazai had actually wanted some, despite not being hungry. Chuuya’s cooking was rather good and was one of the few people’s cooking he could stomach to eat a decent amount of.

Now, however, Dazai was struggling to bring his eyes down to the bowl. He knew it was ramen, of course he did, but… ramen certainly isn’t what his eyes were seeing.

If Dazai looked down he’d be met with the sight of two eyes staring back up at him in a mess of intestines and blood.

Dazai rubbed aggressively at his eyes for a few seconds and when he looked back down the hallucination was gone. Gone was the bowl filled to the brim with human parts and back was the bowl of delicious looking ramen.

Dazai swallowed down the lump in his throat and picked up the chopsticks. If he wanted to be able to eat anything he had to now before the hallucination came back to deceive his eyes.

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Chuuya watched as Dazai rubbed aggressively at his eyes before looking down at the ramen and digging in. It was rare to see him eat so quickly. Chuuya could feel something was off but whatever it was gone now. Chuuya let it slide as long as Dazai was eating. Chuuya looked down at his own bowl of ramen and began eating, with a little less rigor as Dazai, of course.

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⭐️Senior year sucks ⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!reader

Chapter summery: you and Kevin get into some fun shenanigans, Henry is becoming a little more than just an asshole to you.

Word count: 3,055

Estimated read time: 14 minutes.

Chapter Tw: violence against female reader, swearing, name calling, bruising.

A/N: we are finally getting into some reader x Henry territory but, please understand. Henry is a complex and mean character. The pair here have some hurdles to get over before they can get to where we want. This is a dark slower burn story. Have fun!

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Chapter 4

You can try the cops

The 4 teenage boys fuck around in the back CD section and it is so disgustingly obvious that they are stealing shit. After they pocket whatever they find interesting, they wander around the store aimlessly for 5 minutes. Only stopping to look at any album with a half naked girl on it. You quickly push the little red button under the counter and continue strumming. You were glad you had put on your cardigan to hide your tattoo before you came to work. You can hear killer and Kevin in the back playing. That made you smile.

The boys finally decide they are done and try to head out the door. The tall one with longer black hair reached for the door only to find that it’s been locked.

“What the fuck? It’s locked?” He looks back at the other boys before they all look to you.

“Open the fucking door” the tall boy grits.

“Empty your pockets.” You calmly state without even looking up from where your fingers are meeting the strings.

“What the fuck did you just say you little shit?” Bowers spits at you. You wonder what his first name was. Surely it can’t be Bowers. That’s a dumb fucking first name.

You roll your eyes and set the guitar in a stand beside you before rising from your seat.

“I said empty your pockets. And I’d be quieter if I was you, boss is really cracking down on stealing these days. Last thing we all want is the cops here. But ya’know if y’all wanna try the cops nerves be my guest. I’m tryna help you.” They all look to Bowers and with an angry grunt he puts 2 CD’s on the counter. The rest of the boys follow suit and drop a total of 6 CD’s. You look at the price labels. The total came to about $56.

“There.” He fumed at you. “Unlock the fucking door” he demanded.

“Not just yet.” You pull out the scanner and scan all the CDs. you could see the chubby and blonde boys grow pale. You knew that they didn’t have the money. They thought you were charging them. You were right, the total came to $56 and a couple cents. You bag up all 6 of the disks and put the bag on the counter. Bowers and the tall kid were glaring at you, looking about ready to leap over the counter and kill you. You pull out your wallet and put the money into the cash register before unlocking the doors.

“Enjoy the CD’s!” You smiled nastily at them.

The chubby kid snatched the bag from the counter and they all stomped away. You giggle. God those boys were just nasty with the way they behaved. You sat back in your spinning chair

Kevin came out again with a new filled crate.

“Those fuckers give you any issues?” He prodded.

“Nope,” you smiled.

“Did they steal anything?”

“Nope I made sure”

Kevin watches the boys argue through the front window. They yell at each other then pile into that sporty blue car.

“What kinda car is that?” You ask

“Issa Trans Am. Really nice car.” Kevin’s answers quickly.

“What’s that Bowers kids name? Everyone calls him Bowers but that’s a dumb ass name I refuse to believe that’s it.” You snort.

“Henry” Kevin answers while going back to re-stocking.

Hm. Henry Bowers. He’s cute. Just your type. Kinda an asshole. But that doesn't make him less attractive.

“How’s about you help me with all these so we can finish before 9 and go to the store. I need some real food.”

“Bet” you hop up and go to him.

The two of you listen to music, laugh and giggle and play with killer while you work. You had gotten done about an hour early and the sun had already set. Kevin locks up, tosses your bike into the back and y’all head to the nearest grocery store.

The adventure in the store wasn’t very long. The pair of you got a lot of looks from workers about how much fun you were having. Kevin would try on a maternity dress and continue to shop in it. You would take a stab at juggling some metal cans. At one point Kevin hopped in the cart with killer and you ran with the cart down a straight shot before hopping up to ride the cart with them. You quickly crashed into a barrel of watermelons. Before security could kick y’all out you grabbed the last of what y’all needed and paid. It was raining. The sun was gone and it was raining. It was beautiful.

Kev's truck was the only one in the middle of the almost completely vacant parking lot. A few campers were parked here and there and a few cars were hidden in the shadows of the very edges of the lot. You ran to the truck with Kev and laughed. As soon as you reached the truck and he unlocked the tailgate he threw you the keys to start her up. You turned the key in the ignition and the truck bounced to life. The radio started playing “she's out of her mind” by Blink-182.

You turn it all the way up and jump out of the truck and appear in front of your friend who had just finished putting up the groceries.

You grab his hand and take him and killer a little bit away from the truck and start dancing to the music with him. You couldn’t dance. You knew you weren’t good at it. But for now you don't have to be good at it. You had to be you. Just you Kevin and killer, dancing in the rain. Kevin spun you and dipped you to the upbeat lyrics.

I’m in deep with this girl but she’s out of her mind!

You jumped and squealed with laughter while Kevin picked you up above I his head and spun.

She said babe I’m sorry but I’m crazy tonight!

He set you down for just a moment before he pointed at you and shimmied for the next set of words.

She’s got a black shirt, black skirt, and Bauhaus stuck in her head!

You laughed and twirled like the song was about you

He took killer by the paws and began to pretend to waltz with him.

I’m in deep with this girl but she’s out of her mind!

All of you, including killer , began to do that funny kind of dancing where you just jump. You and Kevin yelled with the remaining part of the lyrics and then the song ended.

You and Kevin couldn’t stop laughing. You close your eyes for a breather and without warning Kevin picked you up and hauled you over his shoulder. You began to twist and cackle while he took you and killer back to the truck. You all take a breath and Kev drives out of the lot. You sit, laughing, heaving breathing, and shivering from the rain

On the ride home you were really able to get a good look at your best friend. You hadn’t really looked at him since you’ve been here. He’s taller. You remember him being tall but he's really tall, maybe 6’2? 6 '4 even? His skin is darker. You knew he had a lot of work to do on his property but you didn’t think it would give him the tan nor the muscle it did. He wore glasses and had tattoos. Some new. Some old. They were so distinctly him. You could never imagine him without his tattoos. He had longer hair but not shoulder length. It was shaggy on top and in the back but well kept around the ears. You knew it was because he fucking hated the feeling of hair on his ears. His hair, your hair, his moms hair. Anyone’s fucking hair touched this dudes ears and he would go on a rampage.

You get home and put up all the groceries before showering and getting ready for bed. You usher killer onto the bed to shut off the light. Today was pretty okay. You were glad you got Kev to relax. You both needed some slack. You hoped tomorrow would be good too.

Little did you know tomorrow would only be the start of a living hell. What was it with you and not seeing people that ought to be seen in darkness?

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Your morning was uneventful and repetitive as you got ready and rode to school. You made your way to your Chem class 2 minutes early and took the window seat. It was due to rain again within the hour. You wanted to see it. Henry be damned. You look out the open classroom window before closing your eyes with a deep inhale. You were wearing another sweater but you still felt a chill as the wind gently caressed your body. Maybe you should have brought an umbrella.

You hear someone beside you sit before knocking into your chair. The only logical answer was Henry. You open your eyes and turn to make contact with the one and only Henry Bowers. He looked mad. Whether about the store or the seat you didn’t know, but you tried your best to ignore him. That task proved difficult as he kicked your chair and knocked your shit off your desk all class. What a childish asshole!

This would be a long fuckin day.

You carried on about the next 2 periods with little to no problem, but you were the last to exit your third period classroom. Even the teacher had fled out as the lunch bell rang. As you get up to leave and find the group someone came up behind you, grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

“¡Ayee!¿¡Qué La chingada!? Bro! What the fuck?!”You yelled, turning around to see none other than Henry bowers.

Oh fuck. You think to yourself. You are in a completely empty class with a fucking crazy person and no one is going to be coming back for at least another 45 minutes.

“What do you want, Bowers?” You asked indignantly, holding your head up.

“I know what you are~” he says to you in a crazy almost singsong way.

“What the fuck are you talking about” you are getting increasingly annoyed with his hand on you.

His face grows angry as he pushes you into a wall before getting in your face.

“You’re A fucking whore.” He spits. You can feel the heat of his face lapping at yours from how close he is , but you don’t flinch. You won't cower. “I should have known from the fucking second you came into my town, that you were a fucking prostitute!”

You pushed him away and tried to walk out. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about!” You shout as you try to pass him.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me!” He shouts, grabbing you roughly by the arm. It hurt so bad it felt like his skin was made of fire, burning your flesh.

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” You scream and turn to smack him across the face.

He stumbles back and you take the opportunity to flee. You don’t look back as you leave Henry in the classroom and run to your bike rack where the rest of the group is waiting for you.

“Woah! what the fuck happened to you?” Richie asks loudly. Making everyone look at you. You had tears down your face and you were panting from running.

“A-a-a-are you ok?” Billy asked you, stepping closer.

You haven’t been this panicked since your mother…

“He-“ you huffed and gulped trying to get the word out. “Henry” you finally said. Everyone looks at each other and Beverly steps forward.

“Did he hurt you?” She asks worriedly.

You look away from her eyes and move your arm, telling her all she needs to know.

“Can I see?” She gently takes your hand and tries to get your eyes' attention.

You didn’t want this. What if they told people about your tattoos? You just got here! This place is so old fashioned in its views you haven’t even seen any adult other than Kev with tattoos. You’ll be ground into mud.

“Please.” You sob to her. “Don’t tell anyone.”

She nods at you and you want to believe her. “We won’t tell anyone” she looks at the others. “Right boys?” They all nod and try to lean in to get a closer look. Beverly pulls up the sleeve of your sweater to reveal the green vines that have been stained into your gentle skin. Her eyes crawl over every scar the tattoo has covered. From small circular ones to deeper older ones. She eventually pulls your sleeve up to your elbow to reveal that at the top of your forearm is the shape of a hand that’s already starting to bruise.

“It’s just a bruise. It doesn't appear to be broken” she smiles gently at you.

“W-w-w-woah. That’s beautiful” Billy says in regards to the vines.

You smile. “You guys can’t tell anyone?” you repeat.

“We won’t.” Beverly states.

“Good idea though.” Eddie pipes up. “Ya know. Hiding them. People here don’t like that kinda stuff.”

“Yeah I noticed” you huffed a laugh.

“L-l-l-looks like you are finally a part of the losers club.” Billy smiles wide.

“Losers club?”

“You’ve become a target for Bowers. That makes you one of us now! Welcome to the club of losers! Where no one really likes us and we don’t really like anyone else!” Richie announces like a game show host. You snort.

“Yeah. That sounds good” you pause. “By the way… how fuckin old are y’all? I been meaning to ask and legit can not figure it out.”

You all laugh.

Beverly answers you sweetly. “We are all sophomores. You?”

“Oh shit, I’m a senior.”

They all nod and laugh. All of you continue talking until lunch is over.

“I think I’m gonna head home early today. I ain’t want another run in with that asshole.” You take your bike off the rack as the end of lunch bell rings. They all wave you goodbye as you ride away. You get to the shop early and greet Kevin as usual.

“Honey I’m home!” You shout. The customers shopping look at you funny. Kevin runs out and looks at you.

“Hey why are you here? School isn’t out for like another 4 hours?” He scratched his head in confusion.

“Bad day. I didn’t wanna deal. Plus it’s only the second day. They usually don’t start teaching till the 4th day or so.”

You hugged super quick and you changed into your work clothes in the back room and sat with killer because technically you weren’t supposed to be working right now and all the restocking was done yesterday. After about an hour Kevin came into the back room to talk to you.

“Hey I- woah, who gave you the print?” He pointed at your arm.

You didn’t usually like lying to Kevin but you felt like now was the time. “Some bitch in calc grabbed me thinking I was someone else. That’s the problem when everyone here dresses like women in the 50’s who were finally permitted to wear pants” at this he snorted.

“I gotta head out for a sec, come watch the front with killer till I get back.” He tossed you the keys and left. The store was as quiet and slow as it usually is so you sat on your phone and listened to some music. You were relaxed and found euphoria in being alone and having time to yourself. That was until someone came in. He grabbed you by your hair over the counter to make you look at him. Henry fucking Bowers. Killer started going crazy and took Henry’s pant leg before Henry kicked him.

“Calm down your bitch before I fucking kill it!!” He screamed at you.

You sobbed and agreed. “Killer!” The dog immediately stilled. “Down boy!” The dog calmed down, whimpering, and pawed into the back room. You swear sometimes that dog was a little too well trained.

“What the FUCK do you want Henry?!” You gritted out.

He gets up in your ear. “I want you to know that I know everything.”

“Oh my god! What the fuck are you talking about, you redneck asshole!?” His grip on your hair tightens.

“I know that you are whoring yourself out to the owner of this shop” he laughs.

“WHAT?!” You yell. So caught off guard you aren’t even focused on the pain anymore.

“I fucking saw you In the parking lot last night and the creepy fuck drives you to his house every day. You're telling me a 40 year old man comes to my town, lives alone for years and then suddenly the only girl he ever has is a freshly 18 piece of ass?!”

“IM NOT FUCKING KEVIN!”

“BULLSHIT!”

“It’s not bullshit!! He was my best friend's brother!! His tattoos are fucking older than me!!! I had no where else to go so he offered that I stay with him, now for fucks sake let me go!” You punch Henry in his stomach and he stumbles back into a shelf making all the CD’s fall on him.

“Oh fuck” you gasp, running from behind the counter and over to him. “Shoot, I didn't mean to hit you that hard. ¿Estás herido?”(are you hurt?) You try to touch his shoulder to see if he’s okay and he punches you square in the face.

“Agh! FUCK” you hold your hand over your eye. “What the hell is your damage you dick!?” You yell at him as you back away.

Henry stands and goes to walk out of the store. “You are so fucking dead new kid. I’m gonna fuckin ruin you.” He says “calmly” as he walks out the door. You go to the bathroom and look at your eye in the old mirror. Fuck. There was already a shiner starting to form. You look at the clock to see that it’s only fifth period in school right now. No way this mother fucker ditched just to fuck with you. You hurry back out onto the floor and try to get the CD’s back on the display. Bad thing is that some of the disks came out of the case from all the commotion, leaving the disks scratched and damaged. As you were trying to pick up Kevin came back with some food in hand only to see you on the floor cleaning with a bruise on your face.

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