#soukoku drabble

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

BSD fandom, I bring to you my very first anything for y'all. And it's Soukoku! This is a very, very short drabble that popped into my head yesterday. I can't even remember what it was exactly, but me and @burningtrashgentlemen were talking yesterday and suddenly my brain came up with the first line of dialogue below and now we have this short lil thing. So enjoy (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

~*~

Dazai hums to himself as he walks through the apartment leisurely, making his way to the living room where Chuuya is. He peeks around the corner and sees his boyfriend reading something on his phone, curled up on the couch.

He grins wide as he walks over and flops down onto the couch, laying on his back with his head in the redhead's lap. "You know, Chibi, you're the only dog I can really stand."

Chuuya scoffs. "That's too bad. I can't stand your feline ass." Even as he says this, one of his hands falls to the brunette's hair and runs through it gently.

Dazai immediately lets a pout overtake his expression, looking up with big, round eyes. "Hey, I have it on very good authority that you love my ass."

A smile plays at Chuuya's lips that he tries to hold back. "Maybe, Mackerel. Maybe."

Dazai just closes his eyes and sighs in content. They continue their quiet morning, which eventually transitions into an even quieter afternoon.

[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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[roseyjean]

RIP Chuuya, he was well loved and he lived a good life

Imagine tho- O///O

Drabble Sunday [#42]

Bet

“I bet, Chuuya isn’t brave enough to play a game with me!”

Before Chuuya thought for a moment what was up with that sudden bet from Dazai, his mouth had already answered: “I am!” The smug grin on Dazai’s face, half covered in bandages, made him flinch back warily. “What game?” Not that he would chicken out, he would be able to win any game against this shithead.

Dazai put his hands into the pocket of his long black coat and a moment later he held a paper box in his hand.

Pocky.

“Still sure you can win that game?”

[kamapon]

Long cat is long

[soukokuforthesoul]

chuuya and dazai who were always so loud and chaotic, but then there were times when they were anything but. calmly, quietly, sitting in the corner. tired days where they're almost lulled to sleep during meetings. busy days where they tuck away from everyone else—and are found hours later, curled beside each other, somewhere in a closet. painful days where they lock the bathroom door and wash each other in the bathtub, patiently cleaning wounds and wrapping bandages. happier days where they decide that alone time is the best time and find a secluded spot in the city to watch the airplanes overhead. isolated days where they separate, unwilling to see each other. and then, even, days when they refuse to leave one another's side, going as far as threatening their subordinates to not tell mori where they are. just days when chuuya and dazai shrink into the children they truly are—quietly observing everything from afar, hand in hand, side by side. days where it's Chuuya And Dazai, and not Soukoku or the Demon Prodigy or the Sheep King, but chuuya and dazai. days where the birds were allowed to sing and the sun was allowed to rise, so that the chattering of the city and the walking of footsteps remained far away for the time being, and they sat under the shade of a willow tree, fingers interlocked and eyes closed. there would be time, later, to argue and fight. but that was later, and right now, this was enough.

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[carrotcouple]

"Are you in love with me?" Chuuya asks suddenly as Dazai is putting the finishing touches of the house he created out of all of Chuuya's toothpicks.

The house collapses into a heap.

"You made me lose my concentration, chibi!" Dazai cries out.

"Unfortunate," Chuuya deadpans.

"Just because you're jealous that-" Dazai begins.

"I'm not jealous of your toothpick skills," Chuuya clarified.

"Just because you want to sabotage me at every turn cause you want all my attention, doesn't mean you can ruin my projects," Dazai sniffs.

"Aren't you talking about yourself?" Chuuya asks.

"The deflection-"

"You're in love with me," Chuuya says. It's not a question this time.

Dazai silently stares at him, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Good," Chuuya says. He hadn't been expecting an answer. "I am too."

Dazai's fingers twitch. Chuuya resists the urge to laugh, but a satisfied smile does spread across his face. He holds out his arms.

"Come here," he says.

Dazai shoots out of his seat, arms wrapping around Chuuya too tightly to be comfortable, leaning forward with all his body weight making Chuuya bend backwards.

"Now will you explain why you've been sending stalker mail to Port Mafia members?" Chuuya asks.

"No," Dazai breathes.

[double-black-ink]

knock, knock

concept: skk college!au

chuuya likes his new dorm. he's finally moved out from the mess that was shirase and him, and now he has no roommate to even think about. he didn't even need to move to communal bathrooms!

if there's one thing that he wasn't prepared for, however, is the random knocking from the people in his hall...

sometimes it's to prove a point. most times, it's to settle silly arguments.

he even gets tied into breaking ties.

but at the end of the day, chuuya figures he likes to get a knock on his door.

[gigglemite]

Soulmates but in the way a lighter perpetually keeps another alive even as it drains them of fuel. Soulmates in the way they're together in every universe, for better or worse. Soulmates in the way they don't need each other to survive, but put them together and they will thrive. Soulmates in the way it's them, it's always been them, and it always will be them.

[emilywaters]

"I don't know anything about you anymore. And you know too much about me. Tell me, what do you want me to do? Just give me the book."

"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to say. Just give me the book. Then I'll leave and you can forget everything you know about me and then we'll both be strangers again."

"I don't want to do that."

"I need to pull this knife out; you are killing me too slowly. Please just let me have the peace of leaving!"

"I don't want you to leave."

"Please, just give me the book."

"No, I don't want you to leave."

"You did what you wanted. Why do you think we're here? The least you can do is let me do what I want this once."

"I don't want you to leave."

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Keep the book. Do whatever you want. Go find someone new to screw over. I'm done."

[rae-writes]

what could've been

soukoku x reader

wc : 0.4k

warnings : none, skk giving me fEElinGS, it's not [exactly] angst but it still makes you wanna *throw table* yk??

synopsis : sweet dreams and reality

a/n : inspired by kayssuxx -> ‘if only’ skk art on tiktok

“Kunikida is going to have your ass if he finds you slacking again~” You sang-song with a smile as you entered the cozy coffee shop that resided beneath the Agency office. The sight of Osamu’s relaxed face, foam coating his upper lip, made your heart swell. 

The brunette licked the mess off his face with a grin, standing up with a dramatic flair before bounding over to you, “Not if he doesn’t catch me! What Kunkida doesn’t know won’t kill him!...probably.” 

“Because I keep covering for you.” Chuuya’s voice rings out pleasantly in the quiet shop, tone both exasperated and amused. His red hair contrasts the beige color palette he wore beautifully, giving a lighter air to him. 

Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched them share a kiss before they both turned to you and pressed their lips to your cheek. Your fingers curled in the material of Chuuya’s turtleneck, breathy giggle escaping as you returned their affections. 

“C’mon, let’s take our stuff up to the office or else Kunikida will have all of our asses.”

Dazai gave a bubbly laugh and snaked his arm around Chuuya’s waist, mouthing off about something, but you were too busy focusing on how bright the redhead’s eyes were as he playfully bantered back with Osamu and held out his hand for you to come closer.

As the three of you trudged upstairs to the Armed Detective Agency’s office, it felt like you were floating with how many butterflies swirled around in your chest.

⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

With the haze of your dream-addled mind wanting desperately to go back to sleep so it could continue, it was difficult for you to begin waking up. 

The light peeking through your curtains told you it was day, as did the sounds of your boyfriends bantering playfully while they got ready. Hearing your name being thrown around forced your eyes to flutter open, ears finally picking up on Chuuya’s voice as you slowly sat up in bed. 

“Come onnn, Doll, ‘n wake up! If I’m late again, the boss will have my ass and you know I hate not seeing you before I leave—“ Chuuya’s eyes widen at your glassy eyes and at the singular tear that streaks down your cheek. 

His sudden silence immediately alerted Dazai, who’d poked his head out of the bathroom to see what was going on, before rushing to your side. “Belladonna? What’s wrong?” 

“Ah…” You blink, fingers brushing away the wetness from your cheek; you hadn’t even realized you were crying. “I’m alright…just..” 

The sight of Chuuya in his typical mafia wear brought you back to reality, forcing a weak laugh from you as you tried to ease their worries (and the faint ache in your heart for what could’ve been). 

“Just a dream, is all…”

[tapewormfound]

Like He'd Meant It

“One day, you’ll miss me.”

“Not in this lifetime,” Chuuya muttered, but the words didn’t land like they used to–even he didn’t believe it this time.

He stared straight ahead, refusing to slow his steps. Regret had a way of showing up dressed as anger, and he’d worn that too long to tell the difference anymore. 

The wind didn’t answer, but it felt like Dazai would’ve–probably with a smirk and something half-true, half meant, and impossible to forget once it landed.

I'm going to be so incredibly honest,, I have no plans for this fic. Kinda just wanted to dip my toes into the water yk?? Anyways,, I hope people actually see my blog or this will be embarrassing

[aurorahrt]

sskk post-amenogozen holding each other... ;_;

There was barely any hesitation in going back to Akutagawa's apartment. Not even after Kunikida's protests, and especially after Lucy had offered to stay with Kyouka for the night.

(She'd given him a look, eyebrows raised and arms folded. Go, it read, we'll see you tomorrow.)

Everything was done. Atsushi went to the core of amenogozen, came out alive, defeated the bastard thing with Akutagawa and won.

(Akutagawa was in tears when Atsushi came out. They didn't talk about it, simply exchanging a glance of I see you and doing what needed to be done.)

There was even less hesitation when Akutagawa had come out of the shower, Atsushi waiting quietly and replaying everything over and over and over in his head, and climbed into the bed, nodding the space beside him.

Atsushi climbed in.

They'd already held each other—physically, twice, but a lot more than that if Rashomon over Atsushi's shoulders had counted—briefly when Atsushi returned and briefly after the fight was over.

This, though, in Akutagawa's dark bedroom, nothing but the sound of their still-laboured breathing, is different. It's intimate and ridiculous and necessary and painful. Akutagawa tugs him down and holds him so tight he feels like his bones are going to break all over again.

He reciprocates it.

His head nestles on Akutagawa's chest, curled inwards as Akutagawa's legs kick inbetween his. He presses his ear as close as he can, listening to the rapid thuds of Akutagawa's heartbeat and swallowing down every other sentiment.

Akutagawa had lived, after all. He's not sure, even with the weeks that had passed and the lack of control over himself, why he thought a stubborn bastard like Akutagawa wouldn't live.

When Atsushi reaches up to press his thumb against the jagged mark on Akutagawa's neck, Akutagawa's breath hitches. "Weretiger-,"

"Don't," Atsushi interjects quietly, tracing over the scar with a thick throat. "Not now. Not here."

It's not them, he knows that. It is, however, what they could be—what they could've been—pushing and pulling at each other when needed, but quiet and tender when all is over.

It's what Atsushi wants. At least, that's what he thinks he wants. They will never not be the opposing side of the same coin—but can't that be put to bed when it's just them?

[kamapon]

caption this

[soukokuforthesoul]

married soukoku au but they married in secret at like 17-18 years old at first for fun then took it very seriously (when they were alone)

and then dazai defecting from the mafia, and he wants to go home because it’s where all his stuff is…but soukoku had moved in with each other at some point, and chuuya’s probably there waiting angrily for him

so he stays away, at hotels or crashing in random people’s houses until he deems it safe, and mostly because he thinks chuuya’s at work and his initial plan is to grab his things and go, but chuuya is right there and catches him immediately (dazai definitely knew he wasn’t at work but told himself he didn’t because why would he even want to see chibi he wasn’t in the mafia anymore anyway and what did it matter and …ok maybe he did want to see chuuya but that’s not important)

and chuuya ties dazai down or tapes him to the wall or whatever other form of restraint he can think of and demands an explanation

anyway a few days later they’re happily cuddling in bed and chuuya gets up, saying he’ll make them breakfast and over some coffee and toast he asks dazai if he’s planning on finding work eventually and dazai just shrugs, but he probably will in all due time, and chuuya nods and gets himself ready for work, and dazai wonders how he ever made it out in one piece but then again this is chuuya and he somehow ended up understanding dazai’s frantic ‘i need to leave the mafia that is what odasaku would’ve wanted from me except i don’t know what i’m doing but i’m still leaving’ departure and agreed to not let dazai’s presence slip into the knowledge of mori and equally let him still live here

[warabidakihime]

Hello! If requests for you are still up then I was wondering if you could do my request? It's completely fine if you can't^^

It's a dazaixreader at first and slowly turns into a chuuyaxreader type of short story(?) Reader is female or gender-neutral^^ it's a fluff to angst to comfort to fluff I guess?

The reader was a young executive alongside Dazai at the time and because of that, they were good friends that have grown to love each other deeply. Their love for each other then bloomed and they were in a relationship, making them known as dengerous duo/couple within the Mafia and Yokohama. When they had recruited Chuuya into the Mafia, Chuuya had started to develop feelings for reader because of their close friendship but was well-aware of her relationship with Dazai making him just keep his feelings to himself. Chuuya, reader and Dazai were then known as the 'Dark Trio' of the Port Mafia because of their ability to finish such dangerous missions assigned to them at such a young age, with such high intellect and strong abilities at hand. When Dazai left the Mafia, the reader was left heartbrokened and Chuuya along with some PM members(Kouyou, Elise, Higuchi) tried to comfort the reader. By this, Chuuya and the reader became more close as their bond grew more stronger and eventually, the reader reciprocated Chuuya's feelings.

Now I'm wondering how would Dazai react at this? I know that this isn't really a new idea since I think someone has made something very similar to this but I just wanted to see how it'd go because this is what I had in mind for my OC

hello! i am SO sorry it took me this long to respond. to be honest with you, i'm not taking any request at the moment cause i don't want to leave people hanging should something hold me back from writing (like what i did just now ;-;), but! i was in the mood to write again after so long and after i finally got the time to actually sit down and write.

i actually written a very similar fic to what you requested but i also went ahead and wrote this for your request and i hope you like it! i also hope i'm not too late HAHA.

ENJOY!

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Within the Port Mafia's hierarchy, you stood as a formidable young executive, sharing this position with the enigmatic Osamu Dazai, the organization's youngest elected executive.

Your friendship had blossomed into a deep, passionate love, making you a dangerous duo known across the Mafia and beyond. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with, your bond only strengthening your effectiveness in the dark world you navigated.

When Chuuya Nakahara was recruited into the Mafia, he quickly formed a close friendship with you, but despite his growing feelings for you, he respected your relationship with Dazai and kept his emotions hidden.

The three of you, with your unmatched skills and intellect, became known as the "Dark Trio" of the Port Mafia.

Though life took a cruel turn when Dazai left the Mafia, leaving you heartbroken and lost, the once powerful duo was shattered, and you were left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

Chuuya, along with Kouyou, Elise, and Higuchi, stepped in to provide comfort and support during this difficult time.

"You're not alone," Chuuya had said one evening, his voice soft but firm as he sat beside you. He found you downing a bottle of Bourbon all by yourself, and seeing you so brokenhearted propelled him to aid you the best way he could. "We'll get through this together."

As the days turned into weeks, you and Chuuya's bond grew stronger. You spent countless hours together, finding comfort and strength in each other's presence. Slowly but surely, you began to heal, and your feelings for Chuuya deepened. Chuuya, once hesitant, found himself falling even more for you, unable to resist the connection that had blossomed between you.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourself alone with Chuuya in a quiet corner of the headquarters. The two of you just got back from a very dangerous meeting, and during it all, so many realizations hit you.

Specifically, your own budding feelings for the redhead.

The sound of raindrops tapping against the window filled the silence between you.

"Chuuya," you began, your voice trembling slightly.

"I... I think I have feelings for you."

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing.

He had waited so long to hear those words.

"I feel the same way," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and happiness. "I've cared about you for so long."

Your relationship indeed evolved into something beautiful and comforting, a beacon of light in the darkness of your world, but the past was never far behind.

Dazai's sudden departure had left a mark, and it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed again.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over Yokohama, Dazai appeared at a battle scene where you and Chuuya were also there by sheer coincidence.

He walked in with his usual nonchalant air, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you and Chuuya, who stood close together, your bond evident.

"Dazai," you said, your voice a mix of surprise and apprehension.

Dazai's eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion as he took in the sight before him. "It seems things have changed," he remarked, his tone light but his gaze intense.

Chuuya stepped forward, his stance protective. "Dazai, you left," he said, his voice steady. "And we moved on."

Dazai's lips curled into a faint smile, though his eyes remained distant. "I'm glad to see you're happy," he said softly, his words carrying a weight that only you could fully understand.

You took a step closer to Dazai, your heart heavy with the memories you shared. "I was heartbroken when you left," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But Chuuya was there for me. He helped me heal."

Dazai nodded slowly, his expression contemplative. "I made my choice," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "And I'm glad you found someone who can be there for you."

Dazai turned to leave, as he didn't exactly have the luxury to stay longer—Atsushi and Kunikida needed his support—but as he was about to take one step away from you and Chuuya, he paused, glancing back at you both.

"You know," he began, his voice carrying an edge of bitter irony. "I never thought I'd see the day when I regretted my choices. But seeing you two together... maybe I'm the one who deserves to be alone."

He then fixed his gaze on Chuuya, a spiteful smirk playing on his lips.

"But Chuuya, don't think for a second that you'll ever replace me. You're just a consolation prize."

Chuuya's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, his voice steady and filled with defiance.

"Maybe I was just a consolation prize for a while, Dazai. But at least I wasn't a coward who left without saying goodbye. At least I stayed and fought for her."

His voice rose with each word, and his anger reached its boiling point.

"To the very end, you're a selfish bastard. Go to hell."

Dazai's smirk faltered for a moment, his facade crumbling just enough for you and Chuuya to notice. For a split second, you saw the pain and regret buried beneath his harsh words.

It was clear that a part of Dazai didn't truly mean what he said; this was just him giving in to his urges to be childish and spiteful.

The grand picture revealed a man hurting because he was too late to get you back, which he had originally planned to do, but here he is, paying the price for the pain he caused.

Dazai quickly regained his composure. After briefly revealing his vulnerability to both of you, his hard, cold mask swiftly returned.

He turned to you and offered a languid smile before walking away.