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foxywrites · 9 months

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all my agony fades away (when you hold me in your embrace) - CH 1

Dazai calls Chuuya drunk from a bar on a stormy night at 3 am, and things just escalate from there on.

(this fic was slightly inspired by @caelanglang's drunk fem SKK drawings!)

WORD COUNT; 2,237 words

RATING; Teen (SFW)

CHAPTER; 1/3

WARNINGS; Attempted Rape, Depressed Character, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Heavy Drinking, Murder

FANDOM: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

RELATIONSHIPS/PAIRINGS; Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

CHARACTERS; Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs)

ADDITIONAL TAGS; Drunken Shenanigans, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Murder, Protective Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Female Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Female Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Female Dazai Osamu & Female Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Heavy Drinking, Dazai Osamu Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), July Break Bingo, July Break Bingo 2023, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Hurt/Comfort, Any Fandom Goes Bingo, Any Fandom Angst Bingo, Any Fandom Dark Bingo, Genderbending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, (OH AND THE NON-CON IS NOT BETWEEN DAZAI AND CHUUYA!)

JULY BREAK FLASH BINGO PROMPTS || @julybreakbingo

- “I think I’m losing my mind.”

JULY BREAK MINI BINGO PROMPTS || @julybreakbingo

- Bar or Restaurant

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO PROMPTS || @badthingshappenbingo

- Attempted Rape

ANY FANDOM ANGST BINGO PROMPTS || @anyfandomangstbingo

- Homicidal Tendencies (by Chuuya)

ANY FANDOM DARK BINGO PROMPTS || @anyfandomdarkbingo

- Blue on Black by Kenny Wayne Shepherd

LGBTQ BINGO || @lgbtqbingo

- Height Difference

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popping-your-culture · 6 months

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…and so, the evils of drinking…

#what a lush #she seems fun #heavy drinking #passed out #blondes have more fun #goddess #legs and heels #legs for miles #smoke show #legs for days #lingerie babe #lingerie #legs and miniskirt #legs and pantyhose

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lgbtq-archives · 1 year

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𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐆𝐁𝐓𝐐 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

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eatdirt420 · 6 months

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So what? It's some shitty Halloween party, what possibly could happen?

"I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself." Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine."

Relationships: Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys), Rhaenyra Targaryen & Elinda Massey, Rhaenyra Targaryen & Elinda Massey & Mysaria | Lady Misery (A Song of Ice and Fire), Laena Velaryon (Daugher of Corlys) & Laenor Velaryon Characters: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys), Laenor Velaryon, Elinda Massey, Mysaria | Lady Misery (A Song of Ice and Fire)

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Parties aren't Rhaenyra's thing; it's just a bunch of university-age kids getting drunk off their asses and making asses of themselves. Still, it's freshman year, the first year away from her parents, and her roommates (Elinda and Mysaria) have decided that the only way they can celebrate Halloween is to become one of those fucking idiots. It's almost like they don't even care that midterms are coming up, but whatever— she's done plenty of studying; it can all wait till later, anyways.

Rhaenyra is scantily clad as Cleopatra, complete with a white cut out mini dress, gold chain headpiece, and gold gladiator sandals. The only thing she has that brings any semblance of warmth is a dainty red chiffon scarf wrapped around her upper arms like a shawl. This ensemble is, of course, an oversight on her part; it's brumal inside and out.

(The venue itself, complete with a bonfire outside, has been rented out courtesy of the Velaryon family, which is sure to earn Laena and Laenor some popularity points. Neither of these facts were known to Rhaenyra, who hadn't even planned on being there in the first place and l, likely wouldn't even care if she knew. All that information would come later from Mysaria's morning tea gossip session.)

Rhaenyra, for the most part, stays inside, but at one point she decides to take a peek outside towards the bonfire. She searches for the pink of Elinda's princess dress or the striking red of Mysaria's femme fatale ensemble, but finds neither. Braving in the cold for just a moment, she ventures outside to get a better look. Surely, they hadn't left her here, alone, and without a phone.

In sparce, separate groups around the bonfire are imbellic students that have decided that the fire is enough to chase away the cold. In one of these groups (further away from the door), stands the woman she knows as Laena from one of Rhaenyra's elective classes. She's wearing a long black leather jacket, almost like a duster, and what appears to be some form of tights, likely beneath a short dress hidden by the jacket. She's got on turquoise socks and black tennis shoes. Her hair is pulled back in a thick white ponytail, tied off with a turquoise and black ribbon.

Laena turns to her, dressed like a Euphoria cheerleader underneath her leather jacket. She gives her a once over, then turns to a black man dressed as a cowboy and whispers something in his ear. He turns back to her with a smile and shoves at her shoulder.

At this, Rhaenyra turns away and scans the crowd for either Elinda or Mysaria; she finds neither, but makes her way inside towards the bar to start on another beer anyway. Originally, she planned to wallow mysteriously with the bartender's ear, but the crowd there gives her heebie-jeebies. She's handed another Guinness and makes her way towards the bathrooms where the crowds are sparse (completely opposite to the dancefloor and double french doors to the outside world).

Rhaenyra finds herself immensely bored. She's got no phone and no social entertainment in her corner; the most she can do is get herself completely wasted so she will no longer be cold, or watch all her classmates dance together, smiling from ear to ear. She likes to do the first, but is very rudely interrupted; she can't seem to find it in her to be annoyed.

"Rhaenyra," Laena greets her, smelling of smoke.

"Laena," Rhaenyra acknowledges in return, "Gaelic 1A, yeah?"

"That'd be me," there's a slightly tense silence, save for the other moving party-goers, as she leans against the wall, "you don't strike me as a Celtic major."

"No, no— uhm," Rhaenyra clears her throat and leans back away from Laena's easy stance, "Politics, Philosophy and Economics— I just wanted to… learn… Gaelic…"

"Ah," Laena takes a swig from her cider, "you're a true academic, then."

"I take it you are majoring in… Celtic?"

"Celtic and Linguistics," Laena gazes at her lips for a moment too long before averting back to her eyes, "parents wanted me to go to University, and I figure it'll help when I join the Armed Forces."

"Oh," Rhaenyra adjusts her stance subtly (even subconsciously, not knowing that she's moving at all) and brings her beer to her lips, "you think yourself a soldier, I take it."

"I think o' myself a doer," she shrugs, watching her drink her beer with an underlying intensity, "figure I can do better work fighting then I can working an office job."

She smiles warmly in return, despite the not-quite-warm air, "how noble of you."

The two of them fall into one of those lapsed silences that occurs when you've known each other for long enough to graduate past passing small talk, but not long enough to know what comes next. Some people combat this by asking mundane, get-to-know-you questions: favorite color?, any hobbies?, recent holiday excursions?. While this is a tried and true tactic, it's not always the most effective. Sometimes one of the parties will give into impulsivity and suggest going somewhere else altogether: somewhere more quiet, more quaint, more… personal.

A door opens, sending in a ghastly draft; Rhaenyra shivers involuntarily against it, pushing herself subtly colder to Laena as a way of creating a human shield.

Laena deflects the silence, "aren't you freezing?"

"I'm fine. I've got," Rhaenyra lifts her scarf with a shrug.

"A scrap of fabric," Laena counters with a furrowed brow, "its brass monkeys outside; not much better in here."

"I'll blame my piss-poor planning and walk it off," she shrugs, twirling her now-empty bottle and ignoring the sudden rush of heat in her bloodstream.

"You'll get frostbite," Rhaenyra opens her mouth to argue, but she beats her to the punchline, "d'you want my jacket? I swear on my mother, I won't mind."

As some sort of aside, Laena takes the bottle out of Rhaenyra's hand and passes it to the man (when did he get here???) she was talking to earlier. They have some sort of exchange (that Rhaenyra can't quite hear) before he rolls his eyes and leaves the two of them alone again.

"Look, I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself," Rhaenyra takes a step back, her skin raised in goosebumps (not from the cold).

"Of course you can," Laena laughs. The sound is cruel, but not mean, "but that's not what I asked, pretty girl."

Laena straightens up as a group brushes by them to get to the bathrooms, pulling Rhaenyra away from them and towards a more hidden alcove by the 'employees only' area. There, in the internal alleyway, she crowds her against the wall. That is, she uses her hands to make sure Rhaenyra doesn't hit the brick too hard before pulling slightly away, her right hand just above her head, palm against the bricks.

"Are you… trying to intimidate me?"

"Depends on whether or not it's working," Laena backs up a bit when she sees the flash of anxiety in Rhaenyra's eyes. She switches tactics, "look, no strings attached— I'm just looking for somewhere to hang my jacket, but if you're not cold…"

"I wouldn't really know what to do with," Rhaenyra raises her scarf again, this time much more pathetic than the last. It almost feels like an excuse; she longs for another beer.

"I can help with that, too, y'know," Laena half-whispers, making it clear it's only for her to hear, "if you'd like."

She looks at her— really looks at her: past all the glitter and entrancing smiles. Laena's offer is genuine, for she truly cares about whether or not she'll get frostbite. The sound is foreign on her tongue when she whispers back, "okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Thank Tyraxes," Laena leans back a bit, giving Rhaenyra another brush of the cool night air, "I was beginning to wonder if all that studying stole your reason."

"It's not—"

Laena pulls the scarf out of Rhaenyra's grasp, pulling it into a condensed line in her hands. She takes her left hand and carefully puts it on her waist, using it to pull her closer and effectively grasp the end of the scarf. When she's got it threaded around the back, Rhaenyra half-wonders if she's gonna use the scarf to kiss her.

Rhaenyra banishes the thought as Laena flawlessly ties the scarf up.

With that out of the way, Laena slowly removes her jacket and pulls it onto Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra herself is dumbfounded, making no moves to help (which is, of course, Laena's intent). She is caught like a deer in headlights beneath her caring ways. Her stomach swoops dramatically, and she forces herself to refrain from leaning in to leave a kiss on her cheek.

Laena pulls away with a mischievous smile, her tongue poking between her teeth, "what were you saying?"

Rhaenyra swallows harshly, "nothing."

Laena fixes her leather jacket's collar, flattening it unnecessarily. If Rhaenyra didn't know any better, she'd say she was obnoxiously flirting with her; a buried part of her hopes she is.

"See you around, Rhae," Laena smirks, giving her one more once-over before vanishing amongst the crowd.

Rhaenyra takes a moment to breathe, but it does nothing to ease the rising tension in the center of her chest. She finds herself frazzled in the dark leather of Laena's coat. If she turns her nose into the collar, she will find the scent of fresh sea salt. Later in life it'll provide her with a sense of security, a sense of home, that she didn't know beforehand. For now, it makes her feel nervous. She bites her lip, turns her eyes to the ceiling, makes a small prayer to whatever Gods might be listening, and walks back out into the party.

Rhaenyra will return the jacket come Monday, for now she's just concerned about sticking to her plans of sipping Guinness 'til the sun comes up. Her next three beers are paid for, but the bartender keeps the benefactor unknown.

Rhaenyra doesn't remember most of the night, but she knows she wasn't cold; her throbbing hangover reminded her of whose fault that was.

#whumptober 2023 #no.15 #'i don't need you to help me i can handle things myself'#supressed suffering #'i'm fine'#HOTD #GOT #ASOIAF #Fire & Blood #fanfiction #heavy drinking #partying #pre-relationship #unresolved romantic tension #University AU #Halloween AU #Modern Day London AU #dirttalks

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 1 year

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Ghosts

This is Day 19 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings: alcohol, heavy drinking, mourning, broken glass, blood

Word count: 1492

Kili knows his brother has been through a lot, but the drinking needs to stop. It’s a bit hard to convince him however, when he can’t even hear your voice.

Please refer to the warnings of this story. If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content.

Amad - mother

Kili watched him from across the darkened room, the way his ring adorned hand reached for another ale to down, not caring about the way it dribbled down the sides of his lips and into his thick beard. The raven crown that he had worn so proudly before his people only minutes ago had already been thrown across the room in disgust, his robes ripped from his body and his jewels abandoned on the floor to be trampled on later or completely forgotten about at all.

Fili reeled his head back, sculling what was left of his chalice before pouring himself another. It was his fifth already if Kili had counted correctly, and his brother was making no attempt to stop any time soon. The darkness that plagued his mind surrounded him like a shadow, dulling the spark in his striking blue eyes and bringing his chalice to his lips once more. The sight broke Kili’s heart.

The dwarves in the room skittered around him like frightened deer, none of them wanting to enrage their King or disturb him while in one of his ‘moods’. Though, nowadays it was more common to see him in one than not.

Reaching the bottom of his cup once more Fili stood, abruptly swiping the full bottle of wine that waited for him and stormed out of the room in the direction of his chambers. Kili followed with feather light footsteps, watching his brother with a sad expression. He watched however uselessly, as his brother swayed on his feet, sometimes stumbling, almost tripping over his own feat in his drunken state. Kili stayed by his side the entire way, just out of his reach yet always there.

Fili squinted and glared at the bottle as his clumsy fingers failed to open the cork, resorting to gnaw at the top to open it with his teeth. He spat it to the side as his door came into view, taking a swig and throwing his body against the wood to open the door, Kili silently slipping in behind him.

The deep crimson liquid sloshed down his chin, staining his tunic and the floor where it landed uncared for. He kicked of his boots with irritation, stripping himself of his top and tripping into his bed, his knees hitting the hard stone floors and his head resting against the mattress with closed eyes. He gripped the soft furs under his fingertips as the sobs broke through.

“Oh brother,” Kili sighed, his voice as quiet as a whisper as he moved to sit on Fili’s duchess. He knew his brother had had a hard life. The battle had striped almost everything from him; his mind was left broken, his heart shattered, and his will vanished. The only thing that had survived was his body, no matter how scarred it was, and he lost that too as it was hoisted onto a set of invisible strings, forced to play as a political puppet for the council all because he found himself with the title of King.

The brother Kili knew and grew up beside was a fighter through and through, but this fragmented shell of a dwarf before him had nothing left to fight for.

“This is all your fault,” Fili blubbered to himself miserably, slowly sliding to the floor as the covers of his bed slipped under the weight of his body. He laid there for a moment before throwing a dirty look across the room and crawling to his feet, “What are you looking at? Come to laugh at your dear brother’s misery?”

“Fee, you know I would never do that,”

“Is this what you want to see? Your beloved brother sunk down to nothing but anger and cheap booze?”

Kili cringed at his words, his eyes watering as he held back tears, “You have no idea how much it hurts me to see you like this. To see you this broken. I know it hurts brother, but this?” he gestured around to the broken furniture scattered around the room then to the pile of empty bottles littering the stools and table tops, “This has to stop. You will drink yourself to death,”

“I’ve tried to stop you know?” Fili whispered as he stopped to sway before the duchess Kili sat upon, his eyes wondering across the piles of empty bottles, “I have, really. But… but the nightmares keep coming back… the ghosts that linger in in the shadows of the room. I can’t escape them. I can’t even walk past a mirror without seeing someone else’s face,”

The King tilted the bottle in his hand ever so slightly, his eyes boreing into the reflection of his face as his words settled onto Kili’s mind. Fili’s lips quivered and his knuckles turned white as he watched what no one else could see in the reflection, his grip on the bottle tightening until he could stand it no longer. With all his might he threw the bottle against the wall and let the building scream spill from his lungs.

Kili’s eyes widened as the bottle came towards him and he clenched his eyes shut as it connected with the mirror behind his head with a defining smash, the shards of glass flying out like daggers and falling to the ground around them both.

Only one of them felt the shards hit however.

Fili yelped and reeled back as the glass pierced his skin, digging into his flesh and oozing a dark red. He whimpered as he stumbled back, glass digging into the soft parts of his bare feet until he hit the bed. The blond Durin curled in on himself against the soft furs, and let the rest of his tears out, his pain, fear and emotions threating to drown him without a release.

Kili sighed again, slipping from where he sat in front of the now broken mirror, walking over the broken glass and climbing into the bed at his brother’s side. No glass spilt his skin as he walked, just as no divot in the bed showed as he sat.

“You must forgive the ghosts that linger too close Fili,” Kili spoke quietly, desperately wanting to reach out to his brother but knowing he can’t, that I was no longer his place to do so, “for they only wish to see you live where they cannot,”

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” Fili sniffled as he peeked out from the blankets with tired eyes.

Kili merely smiled down at him, “But you must brother. Your people need you. Your friends worry for you, even if you shut them out to deal with your pain,”

“I’ve never felt so alone,”

“I know and for that, I will never forgive myself,”

“I don’t know how to be King,” he whined, a resemblance of a young dwarven prince breaking through his broken shell.

A deep laugh sounded from the other side of where Fili was curled up, and Kili looked up to find his uncle sat there, yet again showing no divot in the furs.

“But that does not mean you will not be a good King,” Thorin soothed, glancing at Kili for a moment before his attention was brought back to the messy ball of blond dwarf wedged between them, “you have always been the better of us Durin darrow, the kinder, more level headed one of us all.”

“He gets it from his mother,” a new voice called out from the dark.

Kili smiled as two more dwarves joined them on the muddled-up bed, one older and one quite young, but neither of them casting a shadow as the walked.

Vili smiled as crawled up to the group and pulled his youngest son in for a hug, the darrow resting his head on Kili’s shoulder as he watched his first son with sad eyes, “Dis always knew what to do when things got scary,”

“She’ll be here soon, after the caravans arrive,” Frerin piped up with a wisdom in his eyes that didn’t match the agelessness of his face, “his amad will make it easier, they can morn together then. It helps, sometimes, to have someone else know your pain,”

Fili sniffled again, but the lines of anger had begun to disappear from his face. His blond lashes fluttered against his tear-stained cheeks as sleep called to him for the night.

“I miss you Kili,” he mumbled into the darkness.

Kili let his own tears fall as he watched his older brother fall asleep beside him, gently reaching out to brush his hand against his cheek despite knowing he would never touch.

“I will never be far away Fili,” he whispered back with a shaky voice, “one day, when the loss stops burning and the world gets brighter and easier to live, you need only look to a mirror to see my face once more. And I’ll be they, by your side, waiting till you do,”

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See full 31 day whumptober 2022 Master List here

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quotidianish · 1 year

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A smidge more of these guys. Landmine Sanvich in united fear of homeboy dell.

#STILL A LANDMINE SANDVICH TRUTHER. if they have 10 supporters I’m one of them #if they have 1 I am that one. If they have 0 I am dead #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #heavy drinking #demoheavy #art #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #quotidianish #Defense dumpling #TO AN EXTENT

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kply-industries · 1 year

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#animated gif #animated gifs #gif #gifs #old ads #old advertisements #skiing #tilt #heavy drinking #retro #90's #vhs #snow

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foxywrites · 9 months

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all my agony fades away (when you hold me in your embrace) - CH 2

Dazai calls Chuuya drunk from a bar on a stormy night at 3 am, and things just escalate from there on.

WORD COUNT; 3,274 words

RATING; Teen (SFW)

CHAPTER; 2/3

STORY WARNINGS; Attempted Rape, Depressed Character, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Heavy Drinking, Murder

FANDOM: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

RELATIONSHIPS/PAIRINGS; Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

CHARACTERS; Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs)

JULY BREAK BINGO PROMPTS || @julybreakbingo

- “You should be with someone that respects you.” - “You are all I have left.” (this one isn’t exactly said but is thought by Chuuya in a different way) - Bumping into someone just coming out of the shower. - “You feel that way, because you’re falling in love.” - Helping a friend move and finding a gift they got them a long time ago - "You're still hung up on (insert)."

JULY BREAK MINI BINGO PROMPTS || @julybreakbingo

- Sharing Clothes or Using Someone As a Pillow - “You can stay, it’s fine.” - “You’re more than just friends, it’s obvious.”

ANY FANDOM ANGST BINGO PROMPTS || @anyfandomangstbingo

- All I Need - Within Temptation

ANY FANDOM FLUFF BINGO PROMPTS || @@anyfandomfluffbingo

- Free Space

LGBTQ BINGO || @lgbtqbingo

- Showing love without words

#july break bingo 2023 #jbbingo2023 #fandom: bungou stray dogs #ship: Chuuya x Dazai #ship: Soukoku #trigger warnings :#Attempted Rape #Depressed Character #Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms #Heavy Drinking #Murder #any fandom angst bingo #any fandom fluff bingo #lgbtq bingo #foxy's updates

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