(Inspired by Rue and Jules's story in Euphoria :D
CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️: Contains graphic depictions of various addiction diseases such as alcoholism and illegal drug use, contains much much maturity, mentions of suicide and self-harm, strong language, and underage drinking + illegal drug use, many many various graphic depictions and mentions of rape/non-con sex (not between skk ofc), and Dazai is a bottom in this lolz. I also want this to be a slow burn sooooo buckle in.
Word count: 22,073
Preface:
Chuuya Nakahara is 19 years old and is currently enrolling in online college with a side job at the local coffee shop. He recently got a new psychiatrist named Ougai Mori due to his extreme alcoholism for how young he is. Dr. Mori is going to be out for a few weeks and on a business trip, so he has his son— Dazai Osamu, who is a psychiatrist in training— take his place. Dazai becomes Chuuya's psychiatrist and therapist, and his main goal throughout this story is to get Chuuya to confront the main reason why he's addicted to alcohol in the first place.⚠️Again, this story is going to contain very graphic depictions of the aftermath of rape/non-con sex, if that stuff triggers you, it is best to stop reading now.
Pls enjoy :] )
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You know that...
...that feeling?
You know— the one where the moment that sweet, sweet liquid hits the tip of your tongue, and you scrunch up your nose from the sourness of the liquor?
Like— the way it tastes a bit gross at first— the alcohol.
And, you tell yourself before you take the sip— before each and every sip, that this is my last one.
But then— you keep going.
You keep on taking sips of that sour and sweet liquid, the bitterness of it washing over each tastebud one at a time and slowly— oh, so slowly— the tips of your fingers start to feel all tingly, and you start to loose your grip on reality before it...
...before it finally just slips away.
And, the moment it slips away, the moment it leaps from your grasp...
...you just can't get your grip back onto it— reality, that is.
No matter how hard you try.
All the reality of the world and everything around you just becomes a complete blur.
Everything around you, everything happening, the ticking time bomb on your life even, it just—
—it just stops.
So suddenly, too.
And then you're sitting there, in this bubble. This bubble that feels so warm and comfty.
And then you smile.
And you feel it— the smile.
The way your lips just numbly widen across your face as time stops, and your hot breathe that just reeks of alcohol slowly escapes your lips, burning the brittle and hanging skin dangling on the sensitive area.
YOU ARE READING
Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book
RomanceJust stuff I write. A LOT of Dazai and chuuya, BSD fanfiction Can find my stories on Ao3 under "butchcat809" Cover art is by me. Please don't use.