#skk fanfic

[timefospookies]

“Chuuuuuyaaaaa!”

That grating voice…

“Dazai?!”

The skinny man gave the redhead a friendly wave from the couch- which he was comfortably sprawled out on with a wine glass in hand, and the TV on to a barely audible volume.

“Welcome home!”

“How the hell did you get in here?”

“Broke in.”

Chuuya stared for a few seconds, contemplating the scene with an air of resignation.

“I shoulda known,” he sighed, giving in.

He was too damn tired to even get angry. He’d been working his ass off for weeks on end and now that he finally had time to go home, he wasn’t planning on wasting that time on this idiot. So he continued on his way, closing the door behind him, removing his shoes, and placing his coat and hat on the hanger by the door. He stretched out with a groan as he walked past the couch towards the kitchen, sensing Dazai’s hazel eyes lazily tracing his every move. The brunette swirled the wine in his glass and took another sip.

“That better not be one of my good wines!” Chuuya yelled over his shoulder.

“Ha! As if!” Dazai shouted back, “Wouldn’t be caught dead downing one of your stupid snobby wines. Talk about embarrassing!”

The redhead felt his ears heat up as he twitched in visible annoyance. He scoffed as he eventually shuffled back to the couch with a bottle of wine and another glass in hand.

“Oh, shut up! You know what’s really embarrassing? Thinking that cheap sake actually tastes good!”

“It does,” the man retaliated blankly.

“Yeah, if you like the taste of piss! Now, move your ass!”

Chuuya roughly shoved Dazai to the side in an attempt to slip into the couch.

“Wha-hey! Ow?! Go sit on the other side, it’s literally completely empty!” he cried.

“It’s my damn couch, I get to decide where I wanna sit!”

“Oh my godddd, Chuuya’s so childish,”

“Chuuya’s gonna kick you out of his fucking house if you don’t move!”

Dazai scoffed, rolling his eyes, but regardless he ceded a bit of his space to him.

After an extended physical struggle, the two settled into a comfortable enough position in which neither would complain- leaning against each other, practically shoulder to shoulder; Chuuya’s foot dangling off the arm of the couch, and his own arm rested around the couch’s back; Dazai with his legs clutched to his chest, and head rested on Chuuya’s shoulder. Their wine glasses had been abandoned at the foot of the couch. As the movie on the TV droned on, the redhead felt his eyelids grow incredibly heavy. He had to make an active effort to keep his head from falling forward, as the sudden weight it gained was far too much for him to handle. He sighed, and he sighed again, and again.

“Long day?”

“Hah,” he sneered, “Try month.”

“They’re working you to the bone, huh?”

In response, Chuuya sighed once more.

“Well, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that,” the other chuckled. “Sucks to be you.”

“Yeah, that’s real helpful, asshole.”

Dazai shifted, peeling himself away from Chuuya and adjusting their position to bring the shorter man closer to his chest.

“Mmm,” he murmured, running soft slender fingers through the mafioso’s hair “My poor, poor slug...”

He scratched gently at his scalp and Chuuya couldn’t help but give a content hum as he allowed himself to melt into the man’s chest, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“Jus’…gonna lay here a sec…” he mumbled as he slowly drifted off.

His eyes fluttered shut and soon he was snoring softly into Dazai’s chest, to which the man could only smirk. It was endearing. The warmth of the moment. The comfort. Dazai wrapped his own arms around Chuuya’s body and settled into a more comfortable laying position, so that as he fixated on his lover’s steady breathing, he too could drift into peaceful slumber.

[flapjacksboi]

Taking a lil break from the Bungo fics so I thought I'd give y'all some of fic recs

@weewooooweew I'm looking at you, if you like the stuff I write then you'll probably like these as they are the fics that got me to start writing in general

^chuuya getting the comfort he deserves

^don't even know where to start with this one but god it's amazing (get the tissues in preparation)

^Ranpo and Ed t4t comfort, always a good read after a bad day

^oh god, this one, yeahh this one gets me right in the abandonment issues

[soukokumychildren]

@sensitiveheartless Tis done yes I imagined the mermaids like that because...well, I was only raised on two types of mermaids >:) Everyone else, enjoy my most favorable angst from Dazai's moving castle lol (If anyone's wondering which chapter it was featured in, it was the 13th :})

[scarletgray]

SOUKOKU ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING FIC RECS!!

⚠️WARNING⚠️ some of these are ANGST with a hopeful ending you will cry scream throw up maybe hallucinate but all's well that ends well amirite. Also some of these are just a little teeny tiny angsty and full of fluffy happy happy so you guys can play russian roulette.

This is how it feels to take a fall by forest_raccoon (FERAL DAZAI UNHINGED DAZAI WE STAN)

Willful Neglect by Anonymous (just search by title on ao3)

I'll Always Come for Chuuya by Anonymous

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter (slowest burn in the world but istg a few scenes made it so worth it for me)

A Lesson in Thorns by arkastadt (read tags!!)

When I Awake by wildflowertea

Because I'm not me without you by millelav (laugh and cry so adorable 10/10)

For One Day by StarshipDancer (oh yk its good when its starship dancer)

A peer behind the mask by karmicMayhem (dazai backstory I REALLY LOVE THIS ONE definitely my top 10 fics ever)

it's easy, if it's you by lunarumbra (I LOVE fake/pretend relationships)

Lie, Lie, Truth by StarshipDancer

i'll bleed out for you by StarshipDancer (RATTATA IS ADORABLE I ACTUALLY CRIED KILLED MYSELF)

Linger by iskendaris (I CRIED SCREAMED DIED)

Six peculiar things about Chuuya Nakahara according to Dazai. by BlowingYourMind (more like hurt comfort but CUTE)

Untainted Memories by serenathea (CRYINGGGG CRYING)

Narrow Staircases by rutu14 (ik i added this in my previous fic recs but i just have to mention it again bc it is ANGST with a hopeful ending and just so so good go read it again even)

No longer... Adult? by Windztone (i need to hug baby dazai or i die)

picking a flower that blooms on the heart for you by burgundytshirt

home is where the heart is by setosdarkness

360 degrees by setosdarkness

dearest hatrack by xxalwayssofia

This Isn't Giving Up, No This is Letting Go by Erica45

Do I Get My Worthless Reward Yet? by World_Ender22

[thedarkdisgrace]

This is a thread/little mini fic from my twitter about my head canon that Chuuya has one freckle that sits just at the top of his upper lip, right where the cupids bow meets his lip. This was a 3am brain rot of mine lol

Dazai goes crazy over this freckle in particular. He discovers it on one of their PM missions early on in their partnership, when they have to share a bed. Which they’ve been doing more often lately.

After some initial bickering about making sure the ‘dumbass mackerel’ doesn’t invade his side of the bed, Chuuya’s out like a light quickly, exhausted after the mission.

Dazai stays awake, he’s used to it since he barely sleeps anyway. Though as he looks over at his sleeping partner, he realizes just how close they are. Much closer than the past few times they shared a bed.

His eyes wander over Chuuya’s features, eyes catching as for the first time he sees just how many freckles dusted his partner’s skin. They had never stayed close enough for long enough to see them *this* clearly.

At least not without one of them making excuses to move away when they lingered too close too long.

Dazai challenges himself to try to count them all, memorizing their placements, the patterns they make, making them into constellations within his mind.

That’s when he notices the one, lonely freckle sat on his upper lip. Right where his cupids bow connects to his lip, slightly off set.

For some reason, this sight of this lonely freckle incites a need in Dazai, one he quickly dismisses and attempts quash within himself. Yet, the need persists against his will, coiling in his gut. Much to his chagrin.

For some reason, his mind seems to believe *kissing* that one particular freckle is something he should do. Preposterous, he thinks, why would he kiss the slug?

Yet, even as he tries to shift his attention to other parts of Chuuya’s face, to continue his mission in counting the other freckles that dust his skin, his eyes always find their way back to that one particular freckle.

Dazai huffs quietly, frustrated, and he sets to composing a plan to appease this lingering impulse if it was going to be this stubborn. He a needed a solution that wouldn’t involve waking the sleeping chibi.

He decides on a light touch, a light graze across it shouldn’t wake Chuuya, he is often a heavy sleeper. Ideally it would be enough to quiet his insistent thoughts.

Dazai pulls a hand from beneath the covers, inching it slowly toward Chuuya’s lips. Stopping just before he makes contact, choosing to watch him for just a moment.

Chuuya didn’t stir, his soft snores filling Dazai’s ears, after a few beats passed Dazai was satisfied the slug was indeed sleeping deeply. So, Dazai pushes his hand gently forward, closing the few centimeters between them.

The moment his fingertip connects with Chuuya’s skin, it sends a spark of electricity down his spine.

The touch was light yet that seemed to intensify the feeling burning beneath his skin. His chest slowly tightened & he froze in place, his finger lingering longer than he ever meant against his skin.

Dazai wasn’t exactly a stranger to touch but he wouldn’t say they were familiars either.

Doctor after doctor’s rough touch, either patching him up or searching for more problems. Then it became only Mori’s precise, callous touch.

Dazai knew how to manipulate through touch, be it a firm handshake or a caress to loosen someone’s lips. Cold. Calculating.

And there was the *harsher* ways of getting someone to talk.

Things that require a steady, cruel hand and lack of what a decent person might call *morals*.

But this, was *different*.

This… *tenderness*. This touch without a real goal or ulterior motive.

Choosing to touch because of nothing more than a whim…a desire that was dancing in the back of his mind.

Or the *front* of his mind, in this case. It was almost as if he was allowed to *want* things.

Almost as if he was *human*.

The “demon prodigy” didn’t know *tenderness*.

He would never use a gentle hand. His hands were cold and harsh, matching his gaze towards anyone who would challenge him.

Yet, this *was* different.

This was different, he realizes, because it’s *Chuuya*.

Chuuya, who crashed (quite literally), into his life. Stunningly vibrant and loud compared to the sea of grey that was everything else.

Chuuya, who had the *awful* habit of surprising him without trying.

Chuuya, who was so painfully, viscerally *human*.

Chuuya, who gave Dazai something he thought long gone.

A reason to keep going.

Interest in what the future would hold.

And maybe, if Chuuya can do that, maybe Dazai can allow himself his moment.

This moment where he doesn’t need to be the “demon prodigy”.

He can reach out with gentle fingers & tell himself he’s human too.

Giving into the temptation further, he delicately presses against the freckle on Chuuya’s lip. Getting lost in the sensation of his soft lips under his fingertips.

Dazai doesn’t keep track of how long he stays like this, he’s only vaguely aware of the way his fingertip started drifting to trace the outline of his lips.

His hand drifts down further, the tips of his fingers lightly gathering to one side of his jaw while his thumb presses back against the freckle.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Chuuya shifts.

He expect Chuuya to wake, to question what he was doing while hurling insults. Likely while kicking him completely out of their shared bed.

But that doesn’t happen.

What does happen is Chuuya, despite seemingly still asleep, presses ever for slightly into Dazai’s touch. A sigh escaping his lips, his warm breath brushing against Dazai’s face.

Dazai freezes, stunned at this reaction. Ah, of course the slug can even surprise him in his sleep.

He feels heat rising to his cheeks as Chuuya settles even closer to him. After a moment, he allows his hand to press a little more firmly against Chuuya’s face.

He caresses Chuuya’s jaw for a moment longer, a bit more sure of himself, thumb still comfortable in its spot resting on his lips. His eyes wander over Chuuya’s face.

Dazai will allow himself this moment. Maybe it’ll be his only moment like this, that seems most likely.

But a traitorous part of him hopes it’s *not* going to be the only one.

Dazai lets a smirk slip across his face, he would need to remember to tease his dog for breaking his own rule, crossing over their assigned sides.

But as a yawn takes him, he realizes he actually feels tired for once.

Dazai lets his thumb sweep over the freckle one last time before removing his hand.

He slips it back under the blanket & adjusts to a more comfortable position for sleep.

And if he also settles even closer to Chuuya than before, that’s no one’s business.

Dazai sweeps his eyes over Chuuya’s face one last time before shutting his eyes & slipping easily to sleep. The sounds of Chuuya’s slight snoring lulling him even further.

He’ll have to finished counting them another evening.

End~

This was the first “threadfic” I had attempted and my first attempt at writing a little something in a long time.

I hope this read alright and if you read, that you enjoyed. I am kinda working on a part 2 of this.

[negativ3o]

something I imagined in my head at 2 am

I bet dazai still picks his boogers and probably eats them when he's bored enough prove, me wrong

and then some time later..

[mirsvintagesonytv]

Help guys I need more skk modern soulmate aus PLEASE I CSNT FINF THEM I NEED MIRE IM STARVING

[shadyteacup]

I don’t know if you take requests but I just binge read your stuff so could I request a Soukoku Drabble it can be whatever you want as long as it’s fluff thank you have a nice day/night. Don’t force yourself to do this if you don’t want to or have no inspiration. <3

Hehe thanks for the request! This helped me break out of my writers block<3

Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara || Fluff

My Way Or The Highway

Dazai winced as his eyes were blinded by harsh, laser like beams.

He groaned and made his displeasure very evident, too.

“Ouch! My eyes have been burned!”

He covered both his eyes with his palms, wiggling dramatically in his bed.

A certain ginger sighed at the window, him being the culprit of the brunettes misery.

“Shut up, idiot.”

Chuuya further pulled the curtain apart, making Dazai gasp in horror.

“How could you do this to me?!”, he said, finally peeking from under his palms to give Chuuya a devastated look of betrayal.

Chuuya stood with his hands folded, giving Dazai a deadpan look.

“You need to get up and wash your stinky ass.”

Chuuya pulled at Dazai’s blanket, making the tall man shriek as the cold morning air hit his comfortably warm body.

Dazai rolled around on the bed, trying to find an ounce of warmth to curl into.

Chuuya, clearly irritated, decided to forcefully pull the manchild out of bed.

They both had work to do, and Chuuya hated being late.

He tried to yank Dazai’s feet, but Dazai’s limbs were flailing everywhere.

“Aaaa! Chuuya is kidnapping me!”, Dazai yelled, continuing his mindless wiggling on the bed.

Chuuya leaped at his leg again, only to be accidentally kicked in the head.

That was his breaking point.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic!”, the red head yelled, finally losing his patience.

“Can’t you act fucking mature for once?!”

Dazai suddenly stopped his flailing, and froze. He looked up at Chuuya with wide eyes, not having expected him to raise his voice.

Chuuya immediately felt guilt stab his heart as he realised what he had done, and felt even worse when he saw the slow build up of tears in Dazai’s eyes.

“Shit shit shit, I’m so sorry love..”

He hurriedly climbed onto the bed and hugged Dazai. Dazai smushed his face into the crook of Chuuya’s neck, sniffling timidly.

Chuuya felt immense pain as he heard Dazai cry softly, and weaved his fingers in Dazai’s soft brown locks to comfort him.

“I’m so sorry. I know you were just being silly, I was so angry for nothing.”

Chuuya went on to explain everything that had happened at work yesterday and how he was frustrated and tired, and maybe that’s why he suddenly yelled at Dazai.

“I know that this is not a valid reason in any way, but I just thought that you should know.. And that I wasn’t mad because of you, and-“

Dazai listened to the ginger ramble on, guilt evident in the tone of his voice. He smirked into his hair, away from Chuuya’s view as he realised that he really had his lovely chibi wrapped around his finger.

Dazai suddenly flipped the both of them, surprising Chuuya as his back hit the mattress.

“What the-“

Dazai hovered over the ginger, a smirk evident on his smug face.

“This is going to be your apology, chibi.”, he said, eyeing Chuuya’s wide ocean eyes, and admiring the slight blush on his freckled cheeks.

Dazai traced a finger along Chuuya’s lips, making them involuntarily part. He invaded the gingers mouth, lightly pressing down on his tongue, reigniting memories from the night before, making Chuuya blush a deep shade of red.

Dazai chuckled, “Your face matches your hair.”

Chuuya looked away, embarrassed. His breathing deepened in anticipation. If this was how he had to apologise, then he’d yell at the brunette everyday, he thought.

Suddenly, Dazai collapsed on top of him, getting comfortable before snoring.

Chuuya was left stunned.

“Did.. did you do all that just to get more sleep?!”

Chuuya’s shocked question was met with sound snores and a hidden cheeky smirk.

Chuuya sighed as he, too, got comfortable.

There was no way he could do anything that his tall idiot didn’t want to do.

I guess I’m going to have to skip work today, he thought, smiling fondly at the brunette sleeping on his chest.

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[doublesuicide19]

No memes today. I just want Soukoku fans to read this fic if they haven’t because it’s fcking beautiful.

[xlillyle]

Duck, Duck,...Dazai?!

🪿 a SKK fanfic

🪿 1.7k

🪿 fluff & crack...a lot of crack

🪿 and a goose. yes. Dazai is the goose. Good luck, Chuuya. Also me because this apparently is my SKK writer debut, woop woop!

Oh, and happy Valentine's Day.

The fic is locked for ao3 users, but I have retrospring and tumblr for anon comments!

[soupthatistohot]

Atlas Drowning

skk | 3.6k | rated T

Silence fills the space between them as Dazai still stands unmoving and Chuuya tries to read his blank expression. Then, he turns with a huff, headed toward his bedroom with the intention of slamming the door and barricading himself in there until Dazai finally gives up and leaves, but he’s stopped dead in his tracks by what the other man says next.

“So we’re really not that different, then, are we?”

Or:

Chuuya buckles under the weight of shouldering the world's burden.

[Ao3 link]

[fsiw]

matching pfps <3

[instantsandwichkingdom]

Ok so my absolute favorite thing is anything Taylor Swift paired with BSD, I literally love it so much

[scarletgray]

[sawiet]

after the absurd amount of soukoku fanfics i was really starting to forget that arahabaki is not chuuya's house cat

[minusboy]

soft launching my skk band au for valentine's day! read here.