#it’s soukokover

[mitskiluvr]

bsd anime onlys and bsd manga readers are unified for the rest of this week in not knowing what the fuck is gonna happen

[yuyonyu]

Love that is bound to end in tragedy

[2383-lines-of-code]

“it’s soukokover” is one of the funniest phrases to come out of us observing skk’s insane courting rituals

[vino-shumuye]

[average-dragon-enjoyer64]

fellas is it gay to admit to daydreaming abt your enemy and then declare that your fates are intertwined before he shoots you?

[kuriverr]

Some soft skk for the feed

[the-bloody-sadist]

Healing skk for this months 3rd reward 🖤 full here

[hyaha-ha-ha]

Skk 15 when attempting to flirt are as hopeless as their 22 y/o self

[shadowmoonarts]

GUYS IM SO SCARED NGL

[mitskiluvr]

it gets less and less funny with every preview

[yuyonyu]

Kyouka and friends 🤍

ft: skk

[i-eat-mold]

Ok but like. Can you imagine Skk’s play facade dropping after chuuya shooting dazai? When fyodor wasn’t looking anymore? Can you just IMAGINE the moment they have to stop pretending and dazai is like “OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT WAS THAT SCREECH” and chuuya is like “WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH Y O U R CORNY ASS SPEECHES” and then bursting out laughing. Also like most of the things they did while faking the entire thing were probably inside jokes from their years together. And just. Yes.

[jounosparticles]

what if chuuya kept shooting dazai so that he’d die quicker, since dazai wished to die quickly and painlessly. he had to follow his order to shoot but at least did what he could to make it as comfortable for dazai as he could possibly do.

[astrayember16]

like what do you mean i have to write the fanfic??? is it not enough to think really hard and listen to soul crushing music. asking genuinely here

[6zero6]

I’m now processing the demons won again

Im going to go crawl in a hole now

I’m out here fighting demons yall

Homosexuality is a sin,,,,,,/j

I say in ace identification

[youaremyspecialz]

I don't know what to do without you.

suicidal and immortal! dazai x mortal! chuuya. content warning; major character death, attachment issues, mourning of loss, mental breakdown, slightly graphic description of wounds, suicide (it's dazai, come on), overall pretty sad and angsty.

╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼ thirty minutes. if osamu would've gotten there thirty minutes earlier, he wouldn't be here today, dressed in black and placing flowers on a coffin, on his beloved chuuya's coffin. he would most likely be at home, chatting with chuuya, or having a glass of wine to kick off their afternoon. but here he was instead, being met by mourners, though none would weep and sob as much as he did. he remembers the day like it was yesterday, despite it taking place one month, five days, fourty-seven minutes, and nineteen seconds (and counting) ago. he had been all the way on the other side of yokohama when he got the call that chuuya was losing control of his ability. dazai was the only one who could stop him, but of course he just had to be so fucking far away. he sped through those streets, not having a care in the world for who he'd nearly hit, who got in his way. he just needed to save his beloved, just like his beloved had 'saved' him so many times. that was the difference between the two of them, actually. dazai may have tried to kill himself so many times, either it be by him trying to hang himself from a bridge that would ensure he'd break his neck one way or another or floating down the riverbank in the middle of a hot summer afternoon, but he could not die no matter how many times he had tried. he was immortal. chuuya, on the other hand, was not. he was but a vessel for the god of calamity, arahabaki. although he could control gravity as he pleased, he was also a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at any moment, if dazai was there or not. this was one of those times that dazai was not there to stop him and his reign of destruction to whatever his eyes were laid on. finally arriving, thirty minutes after getting the call, it was too late. it was far too late. poor chuuya had so many burn marks in his skin, his clothes damn near torn to the very threads that first sowed them together, blood spilling from every part of his body, the land around him that once was their shared garden now looked like the aftermath of a tornado that that francis guy from america described to them once.

immediately running over to him, dazai shook his figure, his hot tears pouring down his cheeks like the riverbanks he'd try to kill himself in. this couldn't be happening, no. he swore to protect chuuya, he couldn't let this happen to him. he saved him all those other times, surely, he would save him this time too, right? right? right?

but no, he couldn't. that wouldn't stop him from trying to, though.

"nakahara, don't- you dumbass, you absolute dumbass.." osamu cursed at the man he held in his arms who was blinking in and out of consciousness, his ability activated in an attempt to get him out of this state. oh, he got him out of that state alright, but there is one thing his ability couldn't do, and that was heal what damage was already done.

"dazai, you're here.. boy, is it nice to see you." chuuya spoke, his vocal cords sounding like they were ripped to shreds. he sounded so sarcastic as he spoke, but he genuinely meant it. it really was nice to see dazai, even if it was for one last time. "i'm so sorry, babe.. i just-" one of dazai's slender fingers cut him off from speaking, a ragged 'shhh' sound escaping from his trembling lips. "don't waste your breathing on words, please.. just hold on a little longer, please chuuya. for me." he begged him quietly, his hands now covering as many wounds as he possibly could to stop their bleeding, his hands becoming soaked in crimson as a result. "no, dazai.. i don't think i'll be able to bounce back from this one." those words hit dazai harder than a train he'd thrown himself in front of once. "chuuya, no! you're going to live, you absolutely must live, there is so much we.. there's so much we still need to do together, just hold on, please?! for me?! for our future?!" dazai wailed, shaking him gently, but a smile formed on the others face. "i'm so sorry for all the trouble i've caused you. from when we were younger til now." chuuya shook his head, sighing. "i think my biggest regret will be not giving you this sooner." after saying that, he takes one of dazai's hands, placing a beautiful ruby ring in its palm. "it's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, chuckling slightly. osamu felt his heart break into a million pieces hearing this, before he smiled too. although he was sad, the least he could do was show chuuya a sign of happiness, to give him even a sliver of hope. "yeah, it is.. it's a ruby ring, isn't it? my favourite gem?" he asked, earning a nod from chuuya. "yeah, it is.. i remember when you told me that you favored rubies above any other gem, so i just.." he began coughing up blood. "so i just had to, you know? anything for my dazai.." he places a hand on his cheek, a sigh of infatuation escaping his lips as he admired dazai's face. "you know, the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" he asks. as much as dazai wanted to look at the full moon that was in the sky before him, he didn't want to take his eyes off of chuuya in his dying moments. "yes, it is.." he slowly nodded, more and more tears hitting chuuya's neckline, rolling down to his chest. "but.." more blood he coughed up, this time a wheezing sound getting out of his lips as he did so. "but you're more beautiful than that damn ball in the sky.." his smile didn't waver.. "i'm so glad i got to see you one last time, even if it was like this." his eyes slowly shut.. "i hope in another universe things didn't end this way." his breathing slowed down.. "i love you, osamu dazai." "i love you too, chuuya nakahara."

"i love you most.." chuuya spoke quietly before his breathing stopped, and shortly after, the hand that held dazai's cheek fell. dazai held onto him as tightly as possible, wanting to scream into the night sky, but he did not want to disturb his beloved's eternal slumber. "rest easy, chuuya. your work here is done." were the only words he could get out of his mouth. he let his clothes get soaked with the other's blood, he let the other's warmness absorb into him for one last time. his eyes glancing up into the night sky after what seemed like forever, a small smile formed on his lips. he could've sworn he saw a dimmed star him and chuuya always stared at grow a little brighter that evening. ╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼╼ authors note; first post and i actually like this fic what, shoutout to some instagram reel that gave me the idea for it and shoutout to my partner that helped me develop a plot!!