This is trans Dazai au there will be some angst(not really it has a lot of angst for story purpose), fluff maybe smut. The cover for the story does not belong to me credits to the creator, I couldn't find the creator's name. Disclaimer: This is the first time I am writing a story so please forgive me if you feel my English is terrible.

We write letters to ourselves as a way of comfort and closure. They both have many untold secrets... the feelings, they wish they could convey to each other, and the secrets they wish they could keep hidden. Will it come to the light or stay in the dark? A book about Dazai's day, life, and innermost thoughts. Asking himself the unsaid questions, the questions he doesn't know how to answer himself. The emotions he wishes to feel, but doubts he ever could. Chuuya? How did the brunettes departure affect him? How did he learn to cope? And who did he blame? {There will be journal entries in this book. Both dazai and Chuuya's feelings and perspectives out on paper} (this story contains angst, and the normal dazai stuff like talks about suicide, attempts, substance abuse, boyxboy, Soukoku, self harm. There will have several journal entries, but also have an actual story to go along with it.)

some very ooc angsty/fluffly/steamy soukoku fic c': (somehow this 600 word oneshot turned into this sad excuse for a 10k word fanfic) WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: mentions of suicide, self-harm, strong language, drinking, smoking and sex (it's no smut though...)

Dazai Osamu does everything just to meet his parents' expectations Then Nakahara Chuuya turns his whole life around. ---- Soukoku high school AU A few warnings: In short, sensitive topics -Depression, suicidal thoughts -Underage smoking and drinking -Swearing -Eventual smut -Psychological abuse [^how to not treat your child 101 with dazai's parents] I do NOT own nor claim to own: -The characters -The cover art -Bungou Stray Dogs This is just a fanfiction

Basically.... Dazai and Chuuya end up travelling time and well... they discover a lot more than they need to. Story art by Lex_dark_ on twitter (I thought it was fitting for my idea) go check them out their art is... nsfw but also cute sometimes lmao Includes smut, angst, fluff, time travel, swearing, drinking

''You used yourself as bait .'' Dazai couldn't see the problem here. What's the shorty upset about ? ''You could've died YOU IDIOT !'' Chuuya snapped as if he could read the question that was on the brunet's mind seconds ago. The next morning, Dazai was going to intrude Chuuya's room and aggressively pull him out of his slumber. But his room was empty. He wasn't in Mori's office, he wasn't answering his phone, he wasn't lying drunk anywhere near the bar. Where was he ? What happened ? Was he in danger ? ✨ 16 year-old Soukoku ✨ Romance ⚠️ Torture ⚠️ Blood ⚠️ Self harm 🗞️ No. 1 in #dachuu 🗞️ No. 1 in #dazaixchuuya 🗞️ No. 2 in #nakaharachuuya 🗞️ No. 2 in #chuuya 🗞️ No. 4 in #dazai 🗞️ No. 12 in #soukoku 🗞️ No. 25 in #doubleblack 🗞️ No. 69 in #dazaiosamu 🎨 Cover Art Credit : pooooochi0429 (Twitter) 🎨 Content Art Credit : *unknown*

Yeah, I woke up and chose pain. Chuuya Nakahara wasn't what he seemed. Manipulating gravity hurt, and corruption slowly tore apart. He drowned himself in anything that would dull his mind, even for a few moments. Osamu Dazai didn't know if living was worth it some days. He was ready to die, he knew that when it came he would go and not have wished for more time. They were alone. Or so they thought. (This really isn't canon compliant. It kind of is, but has very little to do with the actual plot of BSD and other characters. This is my first Soukoku story, and is going to be rather short.) (THERE WILL BE TALK OF SUICIDE AND ATTEMPTS ALONG WITH DEPRESSION, ADDICTION, AND PTSD.) Posts Wednesdays/Thursdays

When the nuclear apocalypse wipes out civilization, the only remaining life on Earth will be Chuuya and a load of cockroaches; Dazai believes that with every fiber of his being. It started out as haphazard attempts, the kind that are only meant to maim rather than kill, their attempts on each other's lives becoming more lethal over time; until the inevitable finally happens. Deep in denial, Dazai must come to terms with what he's done, or succumb to his impulses as he attempts to unravel his own mind. (crossposted from ao3)

Life is not perfect... It never has been... But for Dazai, living is a curse... After losing his parents, his life drained inside him. Which made him live in a deep, dark shadow. Dreaming of dying with someone, and wishing that he will soon be free... The story of his life is not as great as the other kids... The more time comes, the greater the challenge. When something arrives, they will leave him after. But everything changed after one simple day...

Bungou stray dogs one shot and other random stuf !!