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crow-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Horror movie as a prompt?

Thank you for letting me hardcore project onto Chuuya this time haha

Prompt: Horror Movie

Chuuya regrets every single choice that has led him to this moment. Starting with ever having met Dazai. Which, to be fair, he regularly regrets. He knows he shouldn't have given in. He knew Dazai was manipulating him! Doesn't change the fact that he still fell for it. Which is why he's currently sitting curled up on the couch in his apartment, facing the tv and holding on to a pillow for dear life. Because of his own stupid pride and need to prove himself. And Dazai is living for it. He keeps looking at him, not even bothering to hide his grin. Chuuya is going to kill him once this is finally fucking over.

Chuuya isn't easy to scare. He's confident in his ability to deal with any potential threat. This is different. This is a stupid fucking horror movie. He can't just attack the monsters because they're not even real. So why the hell can he barely keep his eyes on the screen?

"If you just admit you're scared-" "Shut up!" Chuuya snaps not for the first time. Like hell, he's going to admit anything. There is only like an hour left of this shitty movie. He can deal with it.

Chuuya can not deal with it. At a particularly scary scene, he jumps up with a curse. Dazai just looks at him, amused. "I need to go to the bathroom." Dazai grins. "No problem, we can just pause until you're back." "Uh," Chuuya says, "you don't need to. I don't mind missing something." Of course, Dazai shakes his head. "No, no, I'll wait until you're back." Chuuya bites back another curse and accepts his fate. At least the few minutes in the brightly lit bathroom are a welcome relief from the dark living room. He might take a little more time than strictly necessary. Of course, not enough to make it seem like he doesn't want to return. Chuuya sighs after he's finished thoroughly drying his hands. Time to go back.

As promised, Dazai has paused the movie and is waiting exactly as Chuuya left him. Chuuya takes another quick detour, getting the still-hot water kettle from the stove and refilling their tea. Finally, when he's run out of excuses, he settles back down on his side of the couch.

Dazai unpauses the movie, and the psychological torture continues. Both of the characters on screen and Chuuya. He has returned the pillow from before to his chest, curling around it as he forces himself to keep watching.

At some point, Chuuya manages to zone out. Not enough to ignore everything, he still startles from time to time, but enough to get to the end of the movie.

Dazai lets out an audible yawn, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, that was fun." Chuuya carefully uncurls himself. He feels stiff from keeping still for such a long time. "Sure," he mumbles, reaching for his already cold tea.

"We should do this more often." Chuuya knows Dazai is taunting him. He shoots him a glare. "No, thanks." Dazai grins and scoots closer on the couch. "Why not? You're not telling me you were scared, are you?" "Fuck off." Chuuya stares at his tea. He's not looking forward to trying to sleep tonight. It's already been weird getting used to sleeping on his own. He never had to do that while with the Sheep.

Dazai is looking at him, he realises. Chuuya huffs and drains his tea before getting up. Dazai follows, letting out another yawn. "You know, it's gotten quite late. Do you mind if I crash here?" "Whatever." Chuuya shrugs. This is far from the first time they stayed the night at each others place.

He is a bit surprised though when Dazai follows him to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" Dazai shrugs. "Your couch is really uncomfortable. And it's not like your bed is too small for two." Chuuya doesn't think his couch is that uncomfortable. Though Dazai had complained about it before. He sighs. "Fine. But if you hog the blanket, I'll kick you out." "Understood," Dazai replies cheerfully already heading to the drawer where his spare clothes are stored.

The night isn't as bad as Chuuya had feared. Dazai is the first to fall asleep, though Chuuya soon follows after his partner unconsciously throws an arm over his side. There are no nightmares.

#i hate horror movies #it was fun writing about it though #and I made the ending cute again #I guess I've really thrown the whole 'short scene' thing out of the window by now #oh well #as long as no one complains #prompt #horror movie #bsd #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #soukoku #Anonymous

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heresathreebee · 4 years

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Garrote part 2

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez X Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word Count: 1591 words

Warning(s): Rated teen (until like chapter 6?). Language, more mentions of human trafficking. Previous Masterlist Next

AN: I got excited and I couldn’t wait to post this tomorrow. The OC finally appears here. (Diego looks like he’s trying to incite a three way and/or sexy shenanigans in this photo)

@1zashreena1 @nicke0115 @mental-bycatch

Diego didn't like Agent Healy. He didn't like anything about this scenario or the way the man just knew about the baby or where to find them. Alicia and Diego were some of the biggest criminals in North America and nobody was supposed to know they were even on this side of the border. There was no doubt in Diego’s mind that Alicia blamed him for it. But regardless of fault, Healy did know, and for that, the man had Alicia's confidence (if even by a frayed thread) and his instructions were easy to follow.

Healy hadn't given him a name nor a description, so Diego, with nothing but an address and a time, walked into a convenience store at 6 in the afternoon. She'll know you, was Healy's only explanation. Diego deeply regretted this already.

The bell on the door rang twice and as his eyes swept across the floor, it was mostly empty. The employee behind the counter barely looked up at him. There was an old drunk woman leaning over the beers and a younger woman in deep contemplation over which trail mix she wanted.

Feeling out of his element, he wandered through the snack section, glancing over to the young woman again. She was kind of cute. Straight hair pulled into a high ponytail and glasses perched at the end of her nose. He was going to say something (he didn't know what) when she looked up angrily and tossed the bags in her hands back onto the rack.

"When are you going to get vegan options in this store," she yelled at the employee.

The employee's exhausted eyes lifted from inspecting her fingernails and she pointed lazily, "next to the beer. It's only drinks, sorry."

The young woman looked nervously at the swaying drunk woman standing guard of the path, then caught Diego's staring and disappeared as quickly as possible. The sour gummy worms Diego had in his hand returned swiftly to the shelf in a calmer imitation of the fit the other customer had thrown not seconds before. He grabbed a case of beer and twizzlers before heading for the counter. He felt foolish– he didn't know what to do or who he was meeting or even what the next step would be. The employee looked over him seeming to sense his disgruntlement.

"Just this?," she asked. He nodded, watching her try to scan the items, fail, sigh in annoyance, and then manually enter their item codes to the register. He took a second to admire the radius of her curls. The black hair turned a caramel color at the ends and he imagined her hair tie holding on for dear life to contain the thick mass. Should it snap, the poof would be magnificent.

"OK, $7.23."

"That's it?" He gave her his card and ID but looking over his items, he decided to take it back. He was overpaying for this garbage. He noticed her stiffen as she spotted the name on his card.

"You're Diego Jimenez?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes…?"

He didn't like the way her shoulders slumped suddenly. Women didn't react like that– scratch that– no one reacted that way to him. Fear or arousal, but never… resignation? She looked like she was mourning something. Finishing the sale, she gave him back his cards and grasped his wrist to keep him from leaving. This shocked him– nobody was stupid enough to lay hands on a guy like him.

"I'm Jazmine." As if he couldn't read the name on her tag, but then she continued, "I'm your new girlfriend."

"What?"

"Just"- the bell of the door chimed behind him– "play along," she whispered.

"Bella!" An overly joyful white man walked over to the counter with a bright, familiar smile. "Mi primadonna. So lovely to see you again."

Jazmine chuckled in that 'I get paid to do this' sort of way. "Well, you know I'm always working!"

"Of course, of course," he replied, fishing for his wallet. He wore a suit– not expensive enough to be tailored but it wasn't overly unfitting– and his hair was beginning to thin at the top. Jazmine reappeared from the store's office with a bag of prepared items in it seemingly just for this guy. Upon noticing her, he gasped in surprise and pouted his lip like a young girl reacting to getting a present from her first boyfriend. "You hold the key to heart, and every time I see your face it makes my day just a little brighter."

Jazmine bowed her head to hide behind her bangs (were they bangs? They were textured and fell over her forehead short of her eyes). "No need to thank me, I always enjoy your visits."

If Diego wasn't so confused, he might have noticed her lying through her teeth. At the present, he was distracted when this cheery, overly doting man looked down to find Jazmine's hand touching the wrist of this stranger. Something dark flashed in his eyes.

"Who's this?"

Jazmine hopped over the counter, planting herself directly in Diego's personal space, and caressed his arm. "This is my boyfriend Diego. Diego, say hi." Diego looked between him and her. "This is Jeremy. Jeremy Haagen– the guy I've been telling you about."

"Oh," Diego managed. Go with it. "Hi. Nice to finally meet you."

Jeremy Haagen's jaw ticked but he reclaimed his smile, albeit with a chip on the shoulder. He spoke to Jazmine, not Diego. "It's nice to know I am on your mind even when I'm not around. I think I'll be going– I've got an early day tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss. Mann. And, uh, it was nice to meet you as well, Di-e-go."

He disappeared quickly into the rapidly growing cover of night. Jazmine was practically giddy. She lay backward across the counter top like a happy cat and stretched so a sliver of her belly showed. "I've never had him leave so quickly. I should have thought of this months ago!"

Diego hummed resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. To satisfy his lust or his annoyance, he couldn't say which. He watched her roll back into a sitting position and meet his eyes, now a little sheepish.

"I guess I've probably got some explaining to do… I can't do it right here, right now, it's probably best if we wait til we're somewhere less public..."

His phone showed it was 9:45 pm in bold font, indicating it had been hours since the strange incident. Jazmine Mann was indeed the woman he was supposed to work with– a specimen he never expected to tangle with. The good news was that she knew a little of Healy's scheme– and the better news was that she wasn't overly fond of the man either.

The terrible, terrible, awful news was that her shift didn't end for fifteen more minutes, and her replacement was always late to their shift. Jazmine watched over the store, stocked shelves that looked virtually OCD with how untouched and organized they were, and finally she escorted the drunken Chinese woman out the back door and across the street, then returned and immediately went back to cleaning. Diego was beyond bored. His soul had left his body and was back at his penthouse suite getting sucked off by that vegan yoga instructor from earlier. He was nearly asleep when his head hit the window and woke him up with a growl.

"Can we fucking go?," he snapped. "Fuck your job. Nobody's been in here for hours."

Jazmine sighed, unperturbed by his lack of etiquette. Her hand drummed on her thigh until she shrugged. "OK. I have to lock up first, then we can go over to my place and talk about things."

Diego grunted and pushed off of the counter opting for a smoke to calm him. He made it a point not to watch her work because watching her was like watching molasses on a hot summer sundae. It didn't mean he didn't notice whenever her shadow passed by, or when the lights behind him finally went out. He was lighting a second cigarette when at last, she locked the front door. She had traded the dull red work vest for a jean jacket, allowing the music band logo of her shirt to show proudly. They walked seven goddamn blocks through city streets to get to her apartment and even with his gun tucked into his pants he had never felt more unsafe.

"So what did Healy tell you?" She secured every lock on her door and sat down without offering anything to drink. So she didn't get many visitors-- alright then, he wouldn't put out his third cigarette.

Diego cleared her coffee table none too gently and sat facing her. "A whole lot of bullshit. Said he's trying to dismantle and trafficking ring and that you were going to need some help getting the job set up."

Jazmine bobbed her head. "OK. Healy let me be in charge of the details, but since the set up was already in affect, he's just taking advantage of an opportunity." She said the word opportunity while making air quote gestures with her hands. "That guy you met– he's the target. He's been coming into my store for the better part of a season and making unsutble passes at me almost every day. Healy says he runs most of the human trafficking around these parts– specifically the underage scene... and he left it at that so as not to compromise the integrity of my 'character.'

"I guess you and I are going to be a team." Jazmine leaned so she had his full attention. "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend while I draw him out so Healy can snag him. Understand?"

"Not really."

"Good, we're on the same page then," she joked with a note of sincerity.

#Diego Jimenez x OC #Starz Power #Diego Jimenez #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒#Garrote

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