#domestic soukoku

[luneariann]

*Rises from the dead like a zombie* Hey guys what’s up

[soukokutruther]

EVERYONE I FINALLY DID THE THING

[pillonemelody]

skk fluff (we all need it )

new design idea i had because of a post my dazai now has moles (and chuuya has freckels) (❁´◡`❁)╰(*°▽°*)╯

[yurislotusgarden]

One of those night's

ʚїɞ Soukoku fic!

ʚїɞ ship: Dazai Osamu x Chuuya nakahara

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ First work

ʚїɞ cross-posted on ao3 under @Yuri_LotusFlower

ʚїɞ word count: 691

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just married soukoku fluff to heal your soul!

A  pair of chestnut eyes were looking at the small digital clock on the nightstand. The clock showed 4:57, an hour he would usually be asleep at, but not today, sleep just didn't want to come to him, no matter how long he laid in his bed. It was that night again. The ginger was so in his thoughts, that he did not notice the small movements of the body behind him until they spoke.

“You’re awake” spoke the voice from behind in a whisper, normally the voice would be speaking in a teasing voice, yet not tonight. The smaller male could feel the arms around his waist tighten just a little.

“Yeah, I guess I am Osamu” the ginger whispered back -no bite in his words like usually there would- turning around in the brunette’s -Dazai Osamu’s- arms to face him.

“May I ask why, my dear?” Dazai asked back, his voice soft so as to not ruin the calm atmosphere in their shared bedroom. He planted a gentle kiss on his lover’s hair.

Chuuya hesitated, yet answered back after a longer minute, “I know you already know, you bastard” after which he let out a heavier breath, already feeling a little bit better by just the small conversation between himself and his husband.

Dazai chuckled quietly. “Yeah, I do”. Soon after, the ginger-haired male felt a hand on his head, fingers running gently through his hair, carefully getting rid of any knots in Chuuya’s hair. Something the brunette knew calms the other down.

“Do you need water? or anything else to help you fall asleep?” Dazai asked quietly, eyes barely open, keeping himself from falling asleep yet again only by remembering that his beloved chibbiko may need something. 

“Water would be nice” Chuuya answered quietly. Shortly after, the taller one sat up and stood up from their bed before going out of the bedroom. Dazai came back maybe two or three minutes later, with a cup of water in hand, before giving it to his short-tempered husband.

After Chuuya drank the water, he put the cup on the nightstand, planning to take the cup back to the kitchen after he gets up from bed in the morning. Noticing that his spouse went back to laying in their bed, he did the same. 

Both males stayed in silence, the ginger on the brunette's chest, Dazai’s fingers running through Chuuya’s hair, Dazai’s other arm on his back, rubbing small random shapes - calming them both. 

“Why are you even awake?” the male on top of the other asked quietly, only now realizing that his husband should be asleep as he didn't really do anything to wake him up. The male under him lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Is it really something to worry your small head about chibi?” Dazai spoke, the slight teasing clear in his voice, wanting to put at least a little smile on the other one’s face. “I bet your tacky hats are the reason why you care about such a small thing! Nothing bigger can probably fit in that small brain of yours” The other one in question looked up at him, a fake offended look on his face.

“Excuse you? My hats are not tacky! And they’re perfectly well done!” Chuuya spoke up, trying hard to not let a smile show up on his face.

“Hmm, are your clothes also oh so perfectly made? Let me see” Before the ginger could react, he's on his back, trying not to burst out laughing from the fingers moving on his sides.

“Hey!” Chuuya tried to stop Dazai’s tickle attack but was unsuccessful. Leading to quite long misery in the position he got himself into.

Sometimes no banter.

Sometimes teasing. 

Sometimes no words.

Sometimes just silent affection.

Sometimes wanting to show as much affection as possible.

Sometimes little fights with no meaning and sometimes with one.  

Chuuya may be a mafia executive, but he loves little, calm moments between them. And Dazai? Well, who’s to say he can’t appreciate the little moments with his short husband? He may be a suicidal maniac, but he's a suicidal maniac in love. 

[name-less-things]

A convo between me and my brother (but I Soukoku'd it) + Other stuff

Dazai, from the bathroom: Chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuya Chuuya: What? Dazai: C'mere Chuuya: *Walks to bathroom door* What do you want now? Dazai: Is it possible to shit yourself to death? Chuuya: ...I dunno...maybe? *Walks away* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Chuuya: Dazai, where the fuck are my tide pods? Dazai, eating through the bag of tide pods: ...I dunno. Chuuya: ... Why are we dating again? Dazai: Because you love me? Chuuya: ... Dazai: ... Dazai: I'll call the ambulance. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chuuya, very drunk: 'zai? Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaazai? Dazai, carrying Chuuya on his back: ...What. Is. It? Chuuya: Look! 'S a cuute doggy! Les take 'im homeeeeee. Please Dazai: No Chuuya: Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? Dazai: Because no. Its a stray and it's smelly and I hate dogs Chuuya: *sobbing violently*

[kyouka-supremacy]

Good to know Chuuya is Dazai's personal rubber duck

[sableeira]

so Chuuya was conscious throughout BOTH confession speeches?!? Oh Dazai will never hear the end of it.

Dazai does anything to piss Chuuya off and Chuuya just smirks and pulls out an entire notebook of embarrassing things Dazai said in Meursault

Chuuya, impersonating Dazai: You remember when our hearts reached out to each other? And our paths can’t end like this because we are destined to…

And Dazai just kicks him because he has heard this speech 20 times since they have come back home

[petitesmafia]

married skk where Chuuya's removing his gloves while activating Corruption, but he stops the chant midway to take off his ring to hand to Dazai so he doesn't lose it in the fight

Chuuya: oh grantors of— oh wait Dazai: ? Chuuya, turning back and tossing his ring to Dazai: hold onto that for me i don't wanna lose or break it Dazai, biting down a grin: ok <3

(post-corruption, as Dazai's bringing an exhausted Chuuya back to base, he can't resist going "sooooo...." — Chuuya just rolls his eyes and immediately is like. don't even start)

[caelanglang]

Shhhh…. They’re busy recharging and being in love

[everdistantstars]

Dazai won't help put the groceries away at home unless he gets to ride around on the cart at the store.

[luneariann]

Them core frfr

[xlillyle]

Thinking about Dazai breaking in Chuuya's apartment to annoy him, but it takes the slug too long to come home and his stupid couch is really comfy, so Dazai ends up falling asleep and after a rare full-sleep night he wakes up in a fluffy blanket and to the smell of pancakes.

(Chuuya was very annoyed coming home and finding an uninvited guest, but he remembers how much trouble the stupid mackerel used to have with sleep, so he decided to be merciful for once.)

(He also remembers the way Dazai would always freeze at night so he gets a blanket.)

(And when he happens to make too much batter for the pancakes next morning, the bastard is just lucky that some are left for him.)

[i-eat-mold]

Work in progress babes (its 4:54am and I can’t sleep and im beginning to suspect im a brain in a vat, this is just a mere cry into the abyss to reach for an answer of acknowledging my existence)

[kamapon]

It's Sunday and that means cleaning spree!

[calmlb]

Domestic skk where Chuuya gets home after a long day at work, only to find the apartment empty, with no Dazai in sight.

The lights are off, not a sound to be heard, but Chuuya can feel Dazai’s presence— some kind of sixth sense they’ve both been cursed with since they were 15.

Chuuya slowly removes his coat & shoes, letting his eyes rove over the empty kitchen & living room, till his eyes finally catch the top of a familiar head of mussed, brown waves.

Tension he didn’t realize he was holding releases at the sight, & Chuuya takes a deep breath before padding around the couch. It would do no good for his own stress to add to Dazai’s, if tonight was indeed one of those nights.

As Chuuya rounds the sofa, he finds pretty much what he expected. Dazai is curled up against the armrest, looking small despite his gangly limbs.

What Chuuya hadn’t expected was for Dazai to be fast asleep— soft breaths puffing against the expensive fabric of the armrest.

Chuuya blinks in disbelief, but can’t help the fond smile that steals across his face. Dazai always has such a hard time sleeping, so finding him like

this was a welcome surprise. Especially compared to the more somber situation that Chuuya was worried he’d be faced with.

Chuuya removes his hat & gloves, laying them aside as he crouches in front of the couch. He shamelessly studies his partner while he can’t be teased for it.

Dazai looks peaceful— cheeks rosy with sleep, & unfairly-long lashes dusting his faint spattering of freckles.

Those freckles felt like Chuuya’s little secret, because the only way to know they existed was if one got close enough to see.

And it was no secret that Dazai didn’t let people get that close.

Chuuya finds himself brushing a finger over those freckles, following the perfect slope of Dazai’s nose, tracing his high cheekbones down to the contour of his smooth jawline.

Chuuya pinches Dazai’s chin between his thumb & forefinger, tilting it at just the right angle to press a gentle kiss to Dazai’s forehead. He bites his lip to hold back a laugh at the way Dazai’s nose scrunches at the disturbance, but he really doesn’t want to wake the brunet. He obviously needs the sleep if he fell asleep here, still in his work clothes.

Why is Dazai out here? If he knew he was this tired, why not at least lie in bed?

Chuuya absently brushes Dazai’s bangs away from his eyes as he leans into the touch, releasing a contented sigh.

Oh. Chuuya’s eyes widen. He was waiting up for me.

Or, trying to, at least.

This time Chuuya doesn’t stop the warm chuckle from slipping past his lips. He presses another soft kiss to Dazai’s temple, then carefully scoops him into a princess hold. He carries his sleeping partner to their room, smiling as Dazai nuzzles his face into Chuuya’s neck.

His partner really is such a cat.

Chuuya sets Dazai down on the bed, careful not to wake him, & draws the blankets up under his chin, just the way Dazai likes it. He doesn’t bother getting him into comfier clothes— obviously, he was comfortable enough to fall asleep as he was.

Chuuya does change his own clothes, though, & brushes his teeth before turning off the light & slipping into bed next to Dazai.

He turns to wrap himself around Dazai from behind, but before he can, he finds himself with a face full of mackerel.

Soft hair tickles Chuuya’s chin as Dazai snuggles into him again— always seeking out the nearest heatsource.

“I thought you were asleep, you malingerer,” Chuuya scolds quietly.

“Shh, I am asleep,” Dazai whispers, nose digging into Chuuya’s breastbone as he tries to burrow into his partner’s chest.

Chuuya rolls his eyes, but he can hear the grogginess in Dazai’s voice that tells him he wasn’t faking it. He doesn’t fight the urge to bring a hand up to card through Dazai’s fluffy waves.

Dazai doesn’t grant him a response other than to press himself even closer to Chuuya, so that they’re practically melded together. Chuuya smiles, pressing one more, languid kiss to the crown of Dazai’s head— pausing to breathe him in— before closing his eyes & letting sleep overtake them both.

Chuuya version

[lotus-pear]

do you guys ever think abt what if mori made chuuya and dazai room together when they became partners instead of just having dazai live in a shipping container? bc i do.