masterfoxpin

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Sooo, I was finally diagnosed with ADHD yesterday, and will start medication tomorrow.
So I guess fuck the two psychologists that didn't want to "put me into boxes" when I said I wanted an ADHD diagnosis, and fuck the "ADHD" neuropsychologist that diagnosed me with "just tired" years ago.

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chuuya calling dazai "doll" as a term of endearment just hits different

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Literally going through my art and posting the first porny thing I find #blskycensorship #skk #soukoku #bsd

I know it's easy to confuse because the dads with issues also have sucky dads so they likely have daddy issues as well but that's not the main issue unlike in daddy issues which also does have dads with issues

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Dazai be like :

I get it, no matter where we go, eventually the same bullshit arrives to kick our asses at some point. 😩

Thank youuuu ! 🙏💕
Glad you enjoyed it.🥹💖

LMAO at this point "Chuuya needs a hug" is probably this fic's motto. 😂
Thank you for the feedback !! 🥹🙏💕

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That's it for the Control Update ! 💕✨
Thank you for reading.

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Sorry, I know you’re a doctor too but you were doing a shit job and I only got worse. He should tell Ane-san too.

It’s not like it's gonna have a big impact on his work anyway. If people respected him scentless, they’ll still do with his scent.

He probably won’t mind though. As long as Chuuya keeps doing his job, keep getting results, it’s not like he spends all his time in Mori’s office anyway.

He probably should keep him informed, though.

It’s gonna be a bit weird.

He has no reason to not go back to work now. It’s gonna be awkward, after all these years. After all the pills. Mori was so proud. To have a powerful alpha that doesn’t act or smell like one. And now ? Sorry boss, I have to act like any basic alpha, doctor’s order.

He gets a few looks, but mostly, they seem curious, so when he passes through his flat’s door, the relieved sigh he lets out is both very long, and very loud.

He doesn’t stink.

He really doesn’t, and Dazai can go fuck himself.

He feels almost out of it, floaty when he leaves the office and says his thanks to Rosalie.

In the end, he doesn't put back his constrictive clothes, and goes back home in the loose ones. It’s weird, walking the streets and being able to smell himself while he does.

Rosalie smile sweetly at him when he's done, and he can't help the blush that's spreading on his face.

"Was it okay ?"

"It was. Your scent is pleasant, just overpowering."

He sighs in relief as he hands her the pads. Is scent, pleasant. He still have trouble wrapping his head around the idea.

ven after all these years, the thought make Chuuya's insides burning up with a violent need to be here for him, to be the one he turns towards in times of need.

He can feel his body untighten and getting warmer, so he decide now is a good time to rub the pads against his scent glands.

Pathetic, that after all that, he can't think of anyone else. He lets out a long sigh, and try to envision it. Dazai in distress, needing him to calm down, needing him to be reliable and a safe-place. It's a complete fantasy, Dazai would never allow an alpha to scent him in the first place, but…

The omega that never had a genuine nice words for him, only back handed compliments, that left him without a word, without a second though.
The omega that dragged him into the mafia only to betray him and switch side, without him by his side.

He tries to think of someone around him but… honestly, the only omega in his close circle is Mori and it makes him cringe. The only omega he can think of wanting to comfort is Dazai, and that's pretty pathetic, all things considered.

The omega that told him he stinks.

There's one pads for me to present to the omega, and one I'd like to send to the lab along the other to have a different sample."

Chuuya nods, murmuring "yes" and "ok", more to himself than for Rosalie.

He can do that.

"I could, but you were pretty stressed out and anxious when you scented them, and the omega will be able to tell. If you can, I'd like you to try being in a different mindset. Think of an omega in the people close to you that you'd like to comfort.

It's not like he'll be here to witness how the omega react to his scent anyway. Rosalie gives him two new pads, and Chuuya frowns upon them.

"Can't you use the one I already scented ?"

it's not often that I came across someone who has such a potent and distinctive scent."

Chuuya still looks apprehensive enough for Rosalie to add.

"I promise your scent is alright."

Finally, he let out a weary sigh.

"Right, sure, if it can helps."