SpaceX Sends Super Science to Space Station!

SpaceX is scheduled to launch its Dragon spacecraft PACKED with super cool research and technology to the International Space Station June 1 from Kennedy Space Center in Florida. New solar panels, investigations that study neutron stars and even fruit flies are on the cargo list. Let’s take a look at what other bits of science are making their way to the orbiting laboratory 250 miles above the Earth…

New solar panels to test concept for more efficient power source

Solar panels generate power well, but they can be delicate and large when used to power a spacecraft or satellites. This technology demonstration is a solar panel concept that is lighter and stores more compactly for launch than the solar panels currently in use. 

Roll-Out Solar Array (ROSA) has solar cells on a flexible blanket and a framework that rolls out like a tape measure and snap into place, and could be used to power future space vehicles.  

Investigation to Study Composition of Neutron Stars

Neutron stars, the glowing cinders left behind when massive stars explode as supernovas, contain exotic states of matter that are impossible to replicate in any lab. NICER studies the makeup of these stars, and could provide new insight into their nature and super weird behavior.

Neutron stars emit X-ray radiation, enabling the NICER technology to observe and record information about its structure, dynamics and energetics. 

Experiment to Study Effect of New Drug on Bone Loss

When people and animals spend lots of space, they experience bone density loss. In-flight exercise can prevent it from getting worse, but there isn’t a therapy on Earth or in space that can restore bone that is already lost.

The Systemic Therapy of NELL-1 for osteoporosis (Rodent Research-5) investigation tests a new drug that can both rebuild bone and block further bone loss, improving health for crew members.

Research to Understand Cardiovascular Changes

Exposure to reduced gravity environments can result in cardiovascular changes such as fluid shifts, changes in total blood volume, heartbeat and heart rhythm irregularities, and diminished aerobic capacity.

The Fruit Fly Lab-02 study will use the fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster) to better understand the underlying mechanisms responsible for the adverse effects of prolonged exposure to microgravity on the heart. Fruit flies are effective model organisms, and we don’t mean on the fashion runway. Want to see how 1,000 bottles of fruit flies were prepared to go to space? Check THIS out.

Space Life-Support Investigation

Currently, the life-support systems aboard the space station require special equipment to separate liquids and gases. This technology utilizes rotating and moving parts that, if broken or otherwise compromised, could cause contamination aboard the station. 

The Capillary Structures investigation studies a new method of water recycling and carbon dioxide removal using structures designed in specific shapes to manage fluid and gas mixtures. 

Earth-Observation Tools

Orbiting approximately 250 miles above the Earth’s surface, the space station provides pretty amazing views of the Earth. The Multiple User System for Earth Sensing (MUSES) facility hosts Earth-viewing instruments such as high-resolution digital cameras, hyperspectral imagers, and provides precision pointing and other accommodations.

This investigation can produce data that could be used for maritime domain awareness, agricultural awareness, food security, disaster response, air quality, oil and gas exploration and fire detection. 

Watch the launch live HERE! For all things space station science, follow @ISS_Research on Twitter.

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The great thing about dogs is that if they didn’t exist, nobody would believe you if you described them.

They’d think you just invented some kind of mary sue animal that can perform any job from drug detection to fire rescue to hunting to leading the blind to therapy to sniffing out fucking diabetes, keep up with human endurance, and is so loyal that it’s sometimes hazardous to their health.

Dnd 5e spells for the aspects

Locate objects
Dimension door

Expeditious retreat

True strike
Dancing lights
Dark vision
Scorching ray

Chill touch
Fog cloud

Fire bolt
Disguise self
Detect magic
Speak with dead
Spirit guardians

Minor illusion
Modify memory

Produce flame
Sacred flame
Unseen servant

Shocking grasp
Hideous laughter

Thorn whip
Speak with animals

Eldritch blast
Spare the dying
Detect poison and disease
Bestow curse
Animate dead

Feather fall
Gust of wind
Gaseous form

Charm person
Animal friendship
Comprehend languages
Dominate beast

This is not extensive or final by any means

Stiles wasn’t stupid. He had ADHD which led to trouble focusing and he might not be the most popular person, but he was far from stupid.

He scarfed down his lunch quickly, ignoring the other teens milling around him as he read on his phone. He’d finish his food quickly so he could leave and go to the library, as usual.

He glanced a few tables down to nonchalantly study the new popular table. Scott McCall was the newest edition, brought up the social ladder by his Disney princess of a girlfriend, Allison Argent. Once upon a time, Scott and he had been inseparable, but then middle school had happened and they’d drifted apart. Stiles missed having a partner in crime—or someone to eat lunch with, hang out with, text, have inside jokes with, or just to call a friend—but he was living. Sure, he got lonely sometimes, but this too shall pass and all of that.

He stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and quickly cleared his table, heading for the trashcan. He meant Boyd’s eyes and gave him a nod, from one loner to another. The other boy rolled his eyes but nodding back all the same. Stiles smirked, social connection for the day completed, and slipped out the cafeteria to spend the rest of his time researching.

See, since he wasn’t stupid, he knew something was going on. There had been a sudden increase in animal attacks lately and the most recent one had been at a video store in the middle of town. Not exactly your typical mountain lion hunting ground. Plus, he’d hacked into the CCTV feed from the parking lot and whatever had been the cause of the video store’s manager’s untimely demise was definitely not a mountain lion.

Stiles frowned, tapping his pen on his notepad in thought. The school’s goddess Lydia and resident douche-bag Jackson had been there, so the rumor mill said, but both were refusing to talk. This was the third death in the past month though and, for Beacon Hills, that was a lot. Like, an insane amount. His dad was barely even home anymore thanks to the whole department being mobilized to try and catch a damn mountain lion. It just didn’t add up though.

The first death had been Laura Hale, torn clean in half on the Preserve. Her brother, Derek, had been brought in for questioning but he’d been cleared and released.

Next was a bus driver, attacked on his bus and then died later in the hospital from his wounds. Messy all around. Again, not the normal hunting grounds of a mountain lion.

And now the video store manager. It all just didn’t connect.

“We’ve got to do something; the Alpha’s getting braver.”

Stiles stiffened, ears perking as he listened to the students milling past his spot around the corner. Here he could hear conversations in front of the stairwell easily without being seen.


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Things I hope to see in the next campaign
  • Full time cleric. (My heart can’t take resurrection rituals but I’ve also noticed recently that it cant take character permadeath)
  • A wizard/sorcerer/magic user who knows COUNTERSPELL. If the battle against Vecna teach anybody something, is that counterspell is very important.
  • A wizard/sorcerer/magic user who knows identify. to identify all those evil talking soul stealing swords out there.
  • Evil talking soul stealing swords to cause drama.
  •  Teleport
  • Less Marisha hate
  • useless magical items. (Like a ring of detect fire. range is touch)
  • Magical items that should not have been given to the party.
  • curses. Like cool curses that you have to go on an adventure to undo.
  • less child killing. (for Marishas sake) 
  • less making deals with powerful creatures that want your soul in return
  • less sadness :( 
  • Dungeons
  • Dragons (or maybe less dragons this time)
  • More badass villains
  • More badass ladies
  • More badass villain ladies
  • A battering ram to open doors
  • The ability to open doors under 5 minutes

Add more if you like


I redrew/redesigned Kala Kutani and Vel Voni, them having grown up a little.

She got fired from the detective agency (One of the party members succeeded the fort DC to resist Vel’s sleep dart and immediately killed the other detectives) so she’s working as a magical teleporting courier now.

300mph  asked:

detective conan au where everything is the same except shinichi's hair is constantly on fire. like, thats the third time youve burnt the bed this month conan, jesus fucking christ,

Lake,, u come to me, u come to my house, and you place this au in my hands, it is a joke au, bUT U KNO, I LOV FIRE, AND I LOV CONE AND MY MIN D JUST WONDERS WITH THINGS,,,lake,,, my dear friend,what have u unleashed–

and then when i imagined bED BURNING…WELL…WHAT IF his hair fire is harmless but it gets dangerous when he doesn’t focus on it/is in distress sO IF HE BURNT THE BED THAT MEANS,,, MAYBE HE HAD A NIGHTMARE– third time this month conan,,, jeeze, you say to m

anD NOW A RANDOM COMPLETELY FIRE HAIR CONE [inspiredby a fire hair len i saw on twitter im loved thatlook]

Imagine your Dads, Rafael and Sonny, getting protective when they find out you’re going on your first date

Imagine your Dads, Rafael and Sonny, getting protective when they find out you’re going on your first date

There were three times in your entire life that you knew of where you had rendered your Dad speechless.

The first time was when you said your first word which was ‘Dada’. You think it meant so much to him because he barely got to spend any time with you at that point and it just reminded him that his world wasn’t centered around work anymore, it was centered on you. Or least that was Sonny thought. Your Dad denied it profusely. The second time was when you beat him in an argument for the first time when you were ten. He had no argument for the point you had made. He just stormed off angrily and he was annoyed about it for at least a week afterward.

The third time was when you mentioned maybe too casually that you were going on your first date.

“I’m sorry…what did you just say?” Your Dad finally spluttered after two minutes of confused expressions and breathing in as if he was going to start talking but stopping himself.

“I said,” You began, shooting Sonny was sitting and watching from the couch a confused look, “I can’t watch movies with you and Sonny this Saturday because I have a date.”

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McHanzo Week 2017 - Day 2

Deep within the Underdark once lived two dark elven brothers, cursed by fate to be the only Drow within their city to be untouched by Lloth’s evil. For years they hid the goodness within their hearts until one day the youngest brother rebelled against the Spider Goddess’ High Priestess. He was punished by being changed into a Dryder, a centaur-like creature with the upper body of a Drow and the lower body of a monstrous spider. His family, deeply ashamed, commanded the elder brother to kill the younger. It was the only way to bring honor back to the name Shimada.  

Things did not go as planned  


If there was one blessing about the sudden rainfall, it was that it would prevent what remained of the bandits from tracking them down. Of course, this so-called blessing from the Gods (if their newest hanger-on was to be believed) did bring up a problem that no one in their merry band had thought of before: Genji’s massive dryder body sank like a stone in the mud.

Which lead to our heroes’ current situation: huddled naked around a fire in a cave under some thankfully dry wool blankets as their clothes were laid out to dry. Hanzo had chosen to share his blanket with Jesse, even though he had to make it clear to his lover that absolutely nothing was happening anytime soon. Not while Hanzo was cold, aching, and in the same open space as his equally-naked brother.

Genji had fallen asleep the second he sat down in front of the fire. He, more than anyone, gave it his all against the bandits. Truly, the brigands signed their death warrants the second they kidnapped Zenyatta. They were curled up together, dryder legs wrapped around Zenyatta’s metal body tight, daring the world to try to take his love away from him again. Of course Genji also had a few legs around the other person they saved from the bandits. Mercy, cleric of Ilmater, was also curled up against Genji and Zenyatta.

“I don’t know how he does it,” Jesse finally said. “First a warforged, and now an aasimar. In record time, too.”

“Genji said they had met previously,” Hanzo replied, not sounding so sure himself. Genji had scarcely left his side since they stumbled out of the Underdark. He didn’t think Genji had the time to become so closely acquainted with anyone outside their group.

“Pretty sure I’ve seen her travelin’ with Sir Morrison before.”

“That doesn’t make her the enemy.”

“Yeah, but she might also be itchin’ to shove that holy staff right up my-”

Genji let out a half-snore half-cough before rolling over onto his back, taking Mercy and Zenyatta with him. There was a brief fight over the blankets before the three of them fell back asleep. Hanzo watched as the feathered wings on Mercy’s back flexed once before folding against her body. Before Jesse could say another word Hanzo moved his own hand to scratch right under Jesse’s leathery wings.

“Mmm, darlin’,” Jesse purred. “Thought you said we were keeping our hands to ourselves.”

“I did not wish to imply we could not cuddle as well,” Hanzo said as he pressed against Jesse’s side. In return Jesse wrapped an arm around Hanzo to hold the drow close. If Hanzo didn’t know any better he could have sworn the tiefling was warmer than the fire. They sat there like that, lost in the sounds of the crackling hearth and the rain echoing against the cave walls.

“Million gold pieces,” Jesse said, ruining the moment.

“That is quite a lot of gold,” Hanzo replied.

“Million gold pieces, but you have to lick every magic item you come across.”

Hanzo rested his head on Jesse’s shoulder. “Do you mean every magic item I find and wish to keep for myself?”

“Nah, it’s every magic object you can directly see. Even if you don’t know it’s magic! The good news is that you now have a sure-fire way to detect magic.”

“Mmm.” Hanzo shook his head. “I must pass. If I ever find myself in front of royalty it might end with my beheading.”

“Good point. Wouldn’t want that to happen to you, darlin’.” Jesse kissed the top of Hanzo’s head. “Your turn.”

“Very well. A million gold pieces.”

“Sure is a whole lot of gold, sugarpie.”

Hanzo scratched between Jesse’s wings, earning another happy whimper from the man.  “A million gold pieces, but everything you read has a one-in-twenty chance of being enchanted with Explosive Runes.”

Jesse shifted his body under the blanket, which just so happened to pull Hanzo closer. “Can I hire someone to read for me?”

“I said everything, Jesse. Signs, labels, graffiti, tattoos, everything has a one-in-twenty chance of exploding in your face.”

“Better not then. Hate to have someone’s tattoo blow up just because I looked at them.”

Hanzo felt Jesse’s hand move and squeeze his thigh. Suddenly Hanzo couldn’t really remember why they were just talking instead of acting. It would be so easy to pin Jesse down on the cave floor, take his time to appreciate every inch of Jesse’s body, to-

A deep groan from the other side of the cave snapped Hanzo right out of it. One of Genji’s back legs lifted up in the air as he grumbled “I’ll give you both a million gold pieces if you shut up!”

And like that Jesse and Hanzo’s hands were back to themselves. Neither of them spoke until Genji’s leg went back down and the cave once again was filled with the sound of his snoring.

“Well,” Jesse said as he risked an arm around Hanzo’s shoulders. “Wouldn’t want a million gold pieces anyway. Already got everything I need right here.”

Hanzo laid his head down on Jesse’s shoulder and smiled. “Agreed.”

Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen from Arrow (a bitchy comparison)

I recently made it through the first two seasons of Arrow and just wanted to get some shit off of my chest. Some spoilers below, but if you’re like me, you don’t really give a shit. Let’s go. 

1. Tragic Backstory

Bruce Wayne: Both parents murdered tragically on a street, was left to cower in the blood, traumatized for life™

Originally posted by fygeneralzod

Oliver Queen: Mother was really shady, tried to kill his dad (?), Dad almost dies on cruise ship accident and then kills himself so his son lives (??) but he was also really shady and was lying the whole time?

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

2. Secret Identity

Bruce Wayne: Batfamily, two or three doctors/CIs, the JL and MAYBE a few other people know Bruce’s secret identity. He guards this pretty well, and wears a full cowl/mask most of the time. Pulls off the “Brucie Wayne” character so well, people don’t even question his stupidity. 

Originally posted by couplenotes

Oliver Queen: Tells EVERYONE his secret identity ASAP, including people who don’t even need to know, and then fails ridiculously at covering up his extra-curricular activities that, by the end of season 2, the only person who doesn’t really know his identity is his sister (?) and somehow his mom magically knew too? 

Also, for most of season 1 and 2 he wore only green face paint under the hood, which meant a lot of strategic turning/talking so they couldn’t see the blond stubble/clearly outlined facial features (wtf ollie?)

Originally posted by olivergifs

3. Skills they learned in the mountains/the island

Bruce Wayne: Trained with Ra’s, ninjas, like 60 different teachers, was gone for more than a decade, came back wise and tall and ready to exact vengeance on his city once he’d learned enough. 

Originally posted by kane52630

Oliver Queen: Got stranded on a desert island/prison, learned archery for a year (?) and some hand-to-hand combat from Slade Wilson, still, his only true skill is pissing off women, was only gone for 5 years? 

Originally posted by olivergifs

4. Relationships with Law Enforcement

 Bruce Wayne: Jim Gordon is his go-to man, drops off hints/clues, discusses cases on abandoned rooftops, slowly builds a camaraderie

Originally posted by julien-perron

Oliver Queen: Gets Detective Lance fired/demoted/arrested like 12 times, Lance hates his guts whether he’s Oliver or the Hood, really just yells cryptically at him through a voice modulator 80% of the time, 90% of the time is has something to do with Laurel, but he can’t put two and two together. 

Originally posted by no-one-seesyou-likeido

5. Killing

Bruce Wayne: Absolutely never, not even the Joker, it is his one cardinal rule™, not gonna happen, sorry

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor

Oliver Queen: Killed a fuck-ton of people who were pretty bad, then had a moral crisis and stopped, then decided to start killing again, then had another moral crisis and stopped, then decided it could only be in really necessary situations (read: all) and just ends up doing a lot of pointless pontificating

Originally posted by aaronswarner

6. Sidekicks

Bruce Wayne: Adopts like 20 batkids, rolls his eyes but lets them do what they want, gets into arguments but tries his best™, even with Jason. Values them as a team player even when he’s being an asshole. Loves Alfred dearly. 

Originally posted by padmeahmidalas

Oliver Queen: Literally shot Roy Harper in the leg because he didn’t want him going to a crime scene alone (and then pulled the arrow out himself while Roy didn’t know his identity and pretended to be all concerned)

Yells at everyone when things go wrong (read: Felicity) but then apologizes later? always 100% wrong, but the second he makes puppy eyes and says “on the island…” all is forgiven

Originally posted by yourlovelyfelicity

7. Hideouts/Caves

Bruce Wayne: Has a cave, might have real bats in it, lots of computers, a dinosaur (?), a penny, bunch of random scientific shit

Originally posted by kane52630

Oliver Queen: A…table? lots of tables. Some computers (product placement) and a mannequin with his suit on it (always perfectly on the doll even when he just got back from patrol?) and six arrows (ONLY six) on the table, pointed upwards dramatically like he doesn’t remember his safety training (oh wait, he didn’t get any, thanks Shado)

Originally posted by michaelam1978

8. Love interest/Lead Female characters

Bruce Wayne: Likes Selina, nothing serious, treats female characters fairly well. Has meaningless sex all the time, is too serious for a real relationship

Originally posted by camrenbicondova

Oliver Queen: Supposedly likes Dinah (Laurel) but also cheated on her with her sister (Sarah) and then flipped that, then flipped it again, endlessly flirts with Felicity (who is the real catch here, if we’re being honest), calls Laurel out on her faults but still toys with her affections (and Sarah). Has the BEST idea ever and decides to have sex with Huntress, only for that to MYSTERIOUSLY backfire on him. Chooses Sarah over Shado (who he actually loved? I think?) and is directly responsible for Shado’s death and Slade’s transformation into Deathstroke

Originally posted by ms-jully


Some similarities:

1. They both love doing pull-ups/shirtless exercises

Originally posted by iwannakarnezi

Originally posted by fponthedl

no really

anonymous asked:

Soukoku pls. Dazai goes home from the ADA with a very bad migrane and chuu gets home later. After dazai throwed up everywhere while he wanted to reach the bathroom. He is all miserable and sick. But also the ADA thinks someone should look after him so they send someone and find chuu and dazai together after he helped dazai and cleaned up. Thank you~ love your works!!!

A/N: Thanks, anon!

When Dazai woke up that morning to a blurred, distorted world, he never questioned it. He thought it was because he had fallen asleep with a face mask on (he had stayed up until 3:30am working on a report that was due and after finishing it had tried to treat himself but fell asleep instead) but even after washing his face, everything was still blurry. As he got dressed, ate breakfast and commuted to work, he constantly wondered what was causing his eyesight to go so bad. It was an overcast day, and by the time Dazai stepped out of the train station rain was pouring down.

Dazai spotted Yosano on his way to work, and walked quickly to catch up to her. “Yosano, my vision has been blurry all morning,” He complained to her. “Do you know what’s wrong with me?” Yosano stopped in the middle of the footpath, face darkening.
“Go home,” she warned him. “You have a migraine.”
Dazai looked at Yosano in disbelief. “That’s impossible. My head doesn’t even hurt.”
“You should probably believe me, Dazai. I’m a doctor, and I know a migraine when I see one.” Yosano replied sternly.

Across the road, Dazai noticed a blurred Atsushi making his way to the detective agency.
“Well, I don’t like your answer to my complaints and you can’t SEE a migraine so your argument is invalid. I’m sure Atsushi will give me a better response. ATSUSHIIIIIIIIIII!” Dazai called, dashing across the road.
“You’ll see, Dazai! Just remember I warned you!” Yosano called after him.

“Atsushi, everything has been blurry all morning! Why do you think this is?”
Atsushi blinked at Dazai with a puzzled look on his face. “It’s raining, so why don’t you just wash your eyes out with the rain?” He suggested curiously. Dazai liked this response much better, and it seemed like a good idea, so Dazai happily caught the rain in his hands and wiped at his eyes. However, everything was still blurry, so he decided it was best to drop the topic for now.

All morning Dazai caught Yosano watching him from across the room, eyes gleaming psychotically. Dazai had no clue why she was bothering. She had already tried to tell him it was a migraine and he had proved her wrong. He still felt completely fine, and was more concerned about why his eyesight was suddenly so bad. Surely people couldn’t go blind overnight?

Close to midday, Dazai learnt that no, people could not go blind overnight, when he was suddenly shocked by a sharp pain in his head. He sat up with a start, eyes wide in surprise. It felt like someone was driving a screw into his temple. Dazai glanced up and his eyes found Yosano, who was grinning smugly, finally able to make the ‘I told you so’ face at him. Dazai only felt half bad for not believing Yosano. He had never had a migraine in his life, so why would this kind of thing start when he was twenty-two? It seemed ridiculous to him. Dazai stood up, but he was so dizzy he simply crashed to the floor, accidentally taking a stack of important looking documents down with him.

One hour later Kunikida’s car pulled up outside Dazai’s house.
“Thanks for driving me home….” Dazai said weakly.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Kunikida asked for the fifth time.
“I’m fine….bye….” Dazai replied before staggering out of the car and cautiously making his way inside. He had taken painkillers and a nap before leaving the detective agency just so he could be in good enough condition to make it home. Even so, he was barely holding himself together. His head pounded, his vision was tunnelling with each second he spent upright and the pain of it all was enough to make him feel physically ill.

In the entrance to his house, Dazai shut the door and slid to the ground, hearing Kunikida’s car drive away. He really didn’t feel good. At this rate he could have happily slept right here on the floor if it meant not moving, but it seemed Dazai’s stomach had other plans. Dazai moaned in pain but was cut off by a wet burp. It was only then he realised that he may have been about to be sick and should probably go to the bathroom. Dazai grabbed the wall and pulled himself up. Immediately his vision darkened and the intensity of the throbbing in his head increased. He was so stunned and dizzy that he could only manage one step before crumpling to the floor. His stomach lurched and hot acid shot up his throat.

Dazai curled over as a wave of sick spilled onto the floor. He could only take one breath before he coughed up the next wave, retching and gagging loudly. He was glad Kunikida hadn’t stayed after all. This would have been humiliating. If anything, it still was humiliating. As he coughed up his stomach’s contents, all Dazai knew was he needed to clean this up immediately, as soon as he was done.

Dazai’s stomach gave one final heave, leaving him empty and lightheaded. He sat, panting over the mess on the floor, reeling with dizziness, and spat to get rid of the lingering bile in his mouth (he was doomed to clean this up anyway). Despite his head burning like it was covered in branding irons, Dazai was already thinking about how to dispose of this mess. Straight after any disaster Dazai would always be planning his response, as was his calm and levelheaded nature.

Dazai tried once again to get up so he could put his plan into action, but the moment he put weight on his legs he wavered and fell back to the ground. His head pounded. He felt so helpless that he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper. Changing his strategy, Dazai decided it was best to lay right there next to his pool of vomit and wait for the world to steady itself. Or maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly after all and this was just the migraine and his desire to give up and sleep.

As expected, the world never steadied itself, at least not before Dazai became aware of the reverberation of footsteps on the wooden floor. They grew stronger and closer, until Dazai felt a hand on his shoulder. “Dazai,” the voice of an angel called softly from the heavens above. “What happened to you?”

It was none other than Nakahara Chuya, Dazai’s ‘hot mafia boyfriend’ (he hated when Dazai called him that) who would probably get Dazai fired from the detective agency if anyone knew they were together. None of that mattered right now, though. Dazai just wanted to melt into Chuya’s arms and achieve a blissful state of unconsciousness.

“I have a migraine….” Dazai whispered faintly. “Sorry…. that mess….” he murmured, and got up to try cleaning again. That went about as well as anyone could have expected. Dazai’s head spun from the sudden movement. He stumbled and fell, only being saved by Chuya’s fast reflexes. Chuya put one of Dazai’s arms around his shoulder and helped him into the bedroom.

There were two bedrooms in the house; this particular room was Dazai’s but they usually shared it. Chuya carefully laid Dazai down, and Dazai felt that he had never been so relieved in his life. It felt like Chuya had placed him on a cloud and he was floating through the bright blue sky…. just how strong were those painkillers Kenji had given him?
“Don’t worry about the mess,” Chuya assured Dazai softly. “I’ll take care of it.”

Dazai squeezed his eyes shut, wishing Chuya had closed some curtains before he left. He stayed like that for a good five minutes, until Chuya returned and pulled Dazai into his lap. Dazai responded by rolling over and nestling his head into Chuya’s stomach to block out all the light. Chuya ran a hand through Dazai’s hair, but Dazai’s sensitive skull caused him to reflexively slap Chuya’s hand away. Chuya jerked back, crying out in surprise.
“Please do not touch my head….” Dazai whisper-asked politely. Chuya ran his hand up and down Dazai’s back instead, apologising quietly. Everything about him was so gentle and soothing right now. Chuya was only ever like this when he knew something was wrong with Dazai. Despite his suffering, Dazai was starting to relax. Everything felt muted and distant. Perhaps the painkillers and Chuya’s presence were having a good effect on him.

That was all ruined when the door to the room opened. The click of a gun had Dazai sitting bolt upright, causing his vision to tunnel for a second. Chuya rose from the bed, pistol trained on the intruder.
“Back off.” Chuya growled. Dazai’s vision came back into focus and he froze. Standing in the doorway, surrounded by bright halos of light, expression fearful but also determined, knife pointed at Chuya, was Tanizaki Junichirou. A member of the armed detective agency was pointing a knife at Dazai’s Port Mafia boyfriend. Two alternate figures of Dazai’s double life that never should have clashed were staring each other down in Dazai’s bedroom.

“Tanizaki?” Dazai inquired in a tone of casual confusion. It was best not to give away his alarm right now.
“Step away from him and leave!” Tanizaki yelled at Chuya. He was great at looking tough, but Dazai knew poor Tanizaki was probably scared out of his wits. Dazai sighed tiredly.
“Both of you, put your weapons down.” He ordered. Mind foggy from the painkillers, Dazai wanted nothing more than to lay back down and sleep. He screwed his face up in pain and massaged his temples. This was not the time to lose his rationality.

“What’s going on?” Chuya demanded, not taking his eyes off the young detective.
“Chuya, this is my coworker. Tanizaki, what are you doing here?” Dazai asked. Chuya tossed his gun onto the bed, no longer feeling threatened, but Tanizaki kept his knife pointed tensely at Chuya.
“Everyone was really worried about you, so I was sent to make sure you were okay. The door was unlocked when I got here.” Tanizaki explained nervously.

“Looking after Dazai is MY job. You can go home now, kid. It’s past your bedtime.” Chuya gloated. Tanizaki put his knife away, but the expression he shot at Chuya was icy.
“Chuya, you’re half his size. Please don’t talk about my coworkers like that.” Dazai intervened calmly.
“What are you to Dazai?” Tanizaki demanded. That was all it took for Chuya to go from 'scary criminal mode’ to shy and flustered. His whole face turned red and he ran a hand through his hair, eyes dropping to the floor. All he could manage was a tiny 'um’ before Dazai decided to do it for him.

“He’s my boyfriend.” Dazai stated bluntly, grinning affectionately at Chuya, who winced and turned even redder. Dazai leaned forward and teased Chuya with a smirk, “What, still not used to that word?”
“You’re supposed to be sick.” Chuya hissed, glaring back at Dazai.
“Thanks for your concern, Tanizaki. Send my word to the armed detective agency.” Dazai concluded, wishing to hurry things along, and then added with a nervous laugh, “Will you please not tell anyone about Chuya and I? We’re both still very shy about this topic.” Chuya’s embarrassed face only complemented Dazai’s lie. Dazai himself was not shy at all about having a boyfriend. He would show Chuya off to the world if they weren’t from enemy organisations.

Tanizaki gave a kind smile. “Your secret is safe. Also…. I’m sorry for pulling a knife on you, sir. It’s just…. I thought for a second because of all the black clothing that you were from the Port Mafia. Ah, I feel so foolish for thinking that now!” Luckily, Tanizaki had never heard Chuya’s name or seen him before so he truly had no idea Chuya actually was from the Port Mafia.

Chuya laughed nervously. “I’m sorry for pulling a gun on you,” He replied, causing Tanizaki to pause.
“Wait…. why DO you have a gun?” He asked uncertainly.
“I gave it to him to keep him safe.” Dazai answered hastily. Tanizaki nodded skeptically.
“I hope you’re feeling better soon, Dazai!” He said, waving goodbye. “Sorry for the intrusion!”

Once they heard the front door shut, Dazai’s dull pain and drowsiness came crashing back down onto him. He fell back onto the bed, eyes falling shut. Chuya, equally exhausted from the tense encounter, sank onto the bed beside him. He turned his head to the side and whispered to Dazai, hot breath tickling the side on his face. “You’re such a smooth liar, Dazai….”
“Maybe lay off the black a little if you want to keep our secret safe.” Dazai slurred tiredly before he lost consciousness.