#skk angst

[kyoukamybeloved]

the moon will sing - the crane wives

I feel like this is very niche but I couldn’t get it out of my head and out of my heart so here ya go

[nori-draws-sometimes]

This really fits their dynamic imo, both emotionally and in terms of their abilities. or maybe I'm just a sucker for dazai being helplessly in awe of chuuya like the homo that he is

[sleepibugg]

Tried doodling angst I have no idea what I'm doing..

Also I tried making a skk playlist .. ithink it's pretty neat 🥺

[luneariann]

... chuuya and dazai except they keep doing shit for each other. neither ever acknowledges it. chuuya makes crab one night and almost has a breakdown before throwing it out the window. dazai's passing under and it lands on his head. stuff like that.

Sorry to twist your prompt a little! The angst took over me

[avocadotoastii]

THIS IS AN ANIMATIC!!!!! just so you know, it’s Dazai’s eyes in the beginning :DD

[jay72664]

Pent up

TW: Suggestive, mentions of not eating properly.

Dazai sat with Chuuya on his lap, his lips along the brunette’s neck as he worked to unbutton his shirt.

Finally Dazai was going to get some action, it had been too long far too long-

And then Chuuya’s phone rang, just like it always did when he was finally getting what he wanted.

He let out a small whine when Chuuya pulled back.

“I have to take this, I’ll be right back,” Chuuya said, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he got up, as if that would tide him over.

Dazai flopped back on the bed; he knew precisely, how this would go.

Chuuya would come back and tell him he had to go, then he’d be gone the rest of the day, leaving him pent up, horny, and unsatisfied.

Then he’d come back, exhausted, and apologize to him for being gone so long, promising he’d make it up to him tomorrow.

Of course the next day the same thing would happen.

“Osamu, I have to go, I’ll see you when I get home, okay?” Chuuya told him, peering in through the doorway; his eyes were guilty looking.

Dazai pushed himself up, tilting the ginger’s chin to face him with a carefully place finger. “Don’t worry about me Chibi, I’ll be okay.”

The taller man pressed his lips to his husband’s, but it didn’t last too long as Chuuya pulled away.

“I love you, I’ll make it up to you; I promise,” Chuuya said, Dazai knew he meant it, right now anyways.

“I’ll see you later,” Dazai says with a wink.

“There’s food in the fridge. Eat.” Dazai gave a mock salute at Chuuya’s order, but he did not plan on eating.

And then Chuuya left.

Dazai didn’t blame the ginger, no, but he still missed him, he just wanted to spend time with the man he loved, was that so much to ask?

[ranpos-autism]

Having to deal with the VERY REAL fact that this season may end with chapter 109

[little-blurry-stars5]

[nonexistence1199]

A place where seasons never change

Soukoku - Beast AU!

Warning: Angst, mention of death, hallucination

Currently playing: Heads in the clouds - Hayd + Memories at the end of the world - AZALI

Author's note: Could anyone happen to know the artist of the fanart above?! Please tell me I wanna worship their talent oh my god (っ °Д °;)っ And thus, this whole thing.... maybe it's just about flashbacks fr:v

[...]

-"Chibi~!"

A voice rang through the Port Mafia's hallway, a certain brunette drag his annoying ass to "accidentally" hit the short ginger, who was caught off guard and stumbled a bit.

-"Tch, get back here, you annoying waste of bandage-!"

The shorter male growls, quickly chasing after him. Who else could it be? Yes, the "certain brunette" is Dazai Osamu, his annoying partner in crime- no, more like rivals in crime.

-"Awww, our little Chuuya is extra grumpy today~ Poor you, that grimaced face makes you look like a thirty-year-old man, you know that?"

With a flicker of wind, Chuuya feels something lifting off his head. He quickly looks around - the front door is open, and… Wait, what?!

-"Damn you, Dazai!!"

Running towards the open door, Chuuya rushes through the garden in the backyard. Successfully grabbed Dazai's coat to pull him back, the bandaged boy let out a playful squeal.

-"Woah, no need to be so harsh, Chuu Chuu~"

Chuuya rolls his eyes at the other's giggles, covering his messy red hair with the Fedora which is now back on his head. A sudden pull on his arm from his supposed "rival" caught Chuuya off guard, and his eyes went wide for a second.

-"What the hell you think you're doing, huh?"

-"Ahhhh, enjoying life! Today's quite a beautiful day don't ya think?"

Chuuya almost did a double take when he heard the words coming out of his partner's mouth. Is he serious? This suicidal bastard, enjoying life?

-"And I'm not in the mood to do a little "experiment" about death today…"

At this point, Chuuya had choked on the air.

-"No, are you okay? You, mackerel, won't try to commit suicide? Not in the mood?"

The ginger-haired boy was dumbfounded, even when Dazai dragged him by his arm out of the building towards the small secluded garden.

And Chuuya's eyes twitched slightly when the other started rambling with his signature smug smile.

[...]

The crystal sky turns grey. A summer rain crashes by, causing Chuuya to pull out his black umbrella. The messy bangs are even messier because of the wind from before, and he start walking down the street.

It has been exactly 1 year 9 months 6 days since the day he lost his most regretful bet.

The cold and wet drops of rain, the sound of them hitting the hard ground, were once soothing for him. It once felt warm. And there was once someone who stayed by his side, wrapping his coat around him with a teasing smirk plastered on his stupid face.

Chocolate eyes, and the way his pain-in-the-ass laughter echoes in the air whenever Chuuya was tricked.

And the Port Mafia executive wonders, where is that certain someone now?

[...]

-"...Dazai, so you're here?"

Chuuya frown, crossing his arms as he gaze down his so-called "boss". Dazai Osamu, now he is the godamn boss of the mafia.

It is funny, but it really is.

But it is still ironic, considering Dazai has just discreetly sneaked out from work again.

-"Get back to work, you idiot"

With that, Dazai whine like a child. The poor executive gasped slightly when the Port Mafia boss pulled him down on the grass, and with a soft "thud", his back landed on the ground with Dazai on top of him, his usual stupid grin makes Chuuya's veins pop up.

-"Get off me, you idiot!" he snapped, trying to push the other man away. Dazai just laughed, the sound light and carefree, not caring in the slightest about Chuuya's irritation.

-“Come on, Chuuya! It’s a beautiful day!” Dazai exclaimed, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at him with those infuriatingly charming eyes. - “Why so serious?”

Chuuya's face flushed a deep shade of red, half from anger and half from the ridiculousness of the situation.

-“You’re such a pain”

Dazai tilted his head, still grinning.

-“But you love it. Admit it!” “Love it?” Chuuya scoffed, trying to maintain his tough facade.

-“I can't stand you!” “Oh, so you do love me!” Dazai winked, clearly enjoying the banter.

-“Shut up!”

Chuuya snapped, finally managing to roll over and shove Dazai away, climbing to his feet with a huff. He brushed the grass off his back, glaring down at Dazai.

All he see is a wide grin from his boss.

-"Aww, Chuuya, you look like you're going to have a heart attack or something!"

Scoffing, he sits down beside Dazai. The view down the hill is kind of... calm, he must admit. Sunlight strands lingering on his small figure, and a drop of silence wash by.

-"What would it be if the seasons never change?"

Chuuya raise an eyebrow, glancing skeptically at the boss.

-"Well.... I don't know. Only one weather over the years, I guess?

His confusion grows when Dazai burst out of laughing. Is there anything funny at all..?

-"...Well, Chibi, that's a tolerable answer."

-"And what's you 'better' idea, huh, boss?"

Dazai smiles slightly, staring at a distance. Surprisingly, it looks as if Chuuya has caught a glimpse of light in those dark, lifeless pupils.

-"...You'll know soon enough..."

A pause cut through the air, and Dazai returns to his snarky attitude,

-"Or you would never know, considering how stupid you are, I suppose."

[...]

The rain finally stops.

Hot summer air burns through the streets, which lead down a secluded part of the city. The sky is clear with not even a drop of cloud, and sunlight streams down every pedestrian who walks by. Chuuya's small figure casts a shadow on the ground, cooling down the area where the grey tombstone is standing.

Dazai Osamu.

Chuuya wonders, where is he now?

That freak.

His rival, his enemy, his number one assassin target, his boss, his love, and his everything-

Maybe he was just stupid - like Dazai said - too stupid for not realizing the meaning of the question he asked that day.

He must find him. He must find his boss. He has to drag him back to work after all-

But he doesn't realize - there's no place where the seasons never change...

If the seasons never change, maybe we could stay together for a little longer.

Except for the place where souls linger after death.

.

-Chuuya, don't cry.

The ginger's head immediately turns towards the voice. He turns around, and his sapphire eyes snap wide with surprise. Is that him?

-Dazai?!

Boss...?

The familiar voice now held a raspy tone, caught Chuuya off guard.

-...I'm sorry, Chuuya.

-The fuck do you mean sorry-?

-Wake up, back to reality, Chuuya. I'm no longer here.

...Oh. Oh.

He knows it now.

His boss was no longer human.

And Chuuya stands there, drowning in the memories that have never been once forgotten.

[yuyonyu]

Love that is bound to end in tragedy

[kyoukamybeloved]

”In other words, the suicidal maniac wants to live. Is that it?”

“I’ve come to think it’s worth trying.”

"You used Corruption, believing in me? How beautiful."

skk webweaves: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

//strange gods - Roxane Gay// the portrait of a lady - Henry James// art from @/_mwk19_ on Twitter// say yes to heaven - Lana del Rey// the grudge - Olivia Rodrigo// litany in which certain things are crossed out - Richard Siken// art from @/suya1414 on Twitter// Kyoto - Phoebe Bridgers// we’re in love - boygenius// writings prompts for the broken-hearted - Eden Robinson// anyway - Richard Siken// art from @/AB0to on Twitter// things I never give myself permission to say - Chelsea Dingman// art from @/ssmi_0215 on Twitter// the whetting of teeth - Jamaal May// no light, no light - Florence + the machine// cosmic love - Florence + the machine// letters to Felice - Franz Kafka// art from @/rokkyun1 on Twitter// the sorrow festival - Erin Slaughter// norman fucking rockwell - lana del rey// remember my name - mitski// art by @bananana2217// townie - mitski// misheard lyrics - car seat headrest// you couldn’t just leave - Trista Mateer// art from @/T__rate on Twitter// your love finds it’s way back - Sierra DeMulder// a pearl - mitski// humpty - mitski// art by @yuyonyu// abandon me - Melissa Febos// where did you go - Hishaam Siddiqi// I should hate you - Gracie Abrams// art from @/qmthtdy on Twitter// killer - Phoebe Bridgers// a poem for Haruko 10/29 - June Jordan// crush - Richard Siken// pandemonium - Lauren Oliver// art from @/1110yu_ku_si on Twitter// catalog of unabashed gratitude - Ross Gay// steamboat - Adrianne Lenker//

hey remember when I said last part would be the final one? yeah uh about that, turns out I still have some inspiration yippee. hope you liked it :)

tags:

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[nori-draws-sometimes]

beast angst beast angst beast angst (i haven't even read it yet)

[therosebookshop]

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

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Warnings: Angst angst angst, I slapped this together before I lost motivation, homosexuals in denial of their homosexuality, skk, Dazai (man's a warning in himself istg), alcohol intake, third person but with Chuuya's thoughts so sort of first person, slightly ooc because I suck at writing fully in character, no spellcheck because I fix my writing mistakes the first time 😎, swearing,

AN: @nugget-child is the demon who requested this- my first ever request RAAAAAAH, I’m reposting this on my new account :3

It's short er then chuuya but I like it

Song: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys

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It was three am when Chuuya's phone started ringing.

He didn't have to roll over to know who was calling him. Only one person ever called him at three in the morning, when anybody sane should be asleep. It happened every week, sometimes twice a week. Sometimes more.

Sometimes he wondered why he continued to pick up the phone.

It did him no good.

It only made it all hurt more.

Still, he stretched his arm over and picked up the phone, sliding the answer call button up and pressing the phone to his ear. Immediately was the annoying voice of the person he loved hated the most.

"𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢~" Dazai slurred. "𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵' 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳~~"

Chuuya wanted to say no. Dazai was the enemy now, a traitor of the Port Mafia. He should just ignore him, let him deal with the consequences of his actions alone.

But he never could make himself say no.

"I'll be right over."

He hung up the phone and dressed, grabbing his motorcycle keys and his wallet and setting off. The streets of Yokohama were mostly deserted at this time, and he made it to Dazai's apartment quickly, parking his red motorcycle in the parking lot and killing the engine.

He paused for a moment, not getting off his bike. Why did he do this? Dazai could've called any of the people he worked with. So why did he have to call Chuuya, his old partner? They hated each other. They always had, ever since Chuuya first joined. He'd never wanted to like Dazai. He was a stupid, selfish, suicidal prick.

Yet he still got off his bike and tromped up the steps to the apartment and knocked on the door. "Mackerel. Let me in."

Silence. No shuffling, no swearing, nothing. With a frustrated sigh, Chuuya tried the doorknob. The door swung open easily.

The apartment was a mess. Clothes, alcohol bottles, and loose bandages were strewn about. This was how it looked every time. Sometimes he wondered if Dazai knew the meaning of the word 'picking up after yourself'.

Speak of the devil, there was the shithead himself, laying slumped on the battered couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. As soon as the door opened, his eyes focused on Chuuya.

"𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪~" He slurred, raising his arms. Bandages trailed from his limbs, unraveling, and patches of pale skin, covered in silvery scars, showed. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘵.... 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘬𝘬𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩~?"

Chuuya hated Dazai. He really did.

He cleaned up the clothes, and the bandages, and the alcohol bottles. He wrestled the bottle of whiskey from Dazai's hand and undid all the bandages from his body- arms, legs, torso, neck- and forced him to put some pajamas on. And he waited for him to fall asleep before he left, locking the door behind him with the key he kept on his keychain.

But he always came back.

[luneariann]

Continuation of the other comic I made earlier as @fixation-central s prompt! And in honor of my dear friend @evilkaeya who came up w this specific scenario :)!!

[flamie-42]

I want out…

Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) - alternate Beast AU

Tags: slight angst with a happy ending, NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (I promise), fluff, cannon typical suicidal ideation from Dazai, nothing more graphic than the cannon, Dazai and Chuuya being stupidly in love

Content Warnings: slight gore, suicidal ideation, typical Dazai CWs,

A little skk mini fic, while I gain the mental capacity to update my actual fics

Dazai is tired.

Every morning he wakes up. Goes to a meeting. The meeting is boring. Someone probably died. Or supplies aren’t getting past law enforcement. Or someone is mad at him. He can’t really bring himself to himself to care.

No one has noticed this shift in his attitude, to them the boss has always been a cold piece of shit with no emotion. “The demon prodigy is as cold as ice” he hears whispers in the halls of the Port Mafia building. He doesn’t bother to try and change his way, they are mostly correct.

Mostly…

Osamu sighs as he opens the door to his penthouse suite. He would have rather just slept in his office if it wasn’t for a certain … someone.

“Osamu you’re fucking late!” A familiar voice calls from the kitchen. He sighs as the cold mask he is so tired of falls off in the comfort of the warm inviting suite.

Most of the Mafia assumes that a man like him lives in a dark cold flat. That he only sleeps and eats there. Little do they know that the lively ginger that remains at his side most days lives there too, brining his noise and color.

A flurry of reds envelops him as he sheds his coat and tight suite shirt. The smell of spice and wine takes over his senses as he melts into Chuuya’s arms.

“Long day, huh” his partner only slightly mocks him as he leads the exhausted man into the kitchen.

“I don’t know how you’re not, Chuu” osamu sighs as he collapses onto a stool to watch his love cook. Long ago Chuuya had taken on the job of cooking for the both of them. One, so Dazai would eat and two, so he wouldn’t burn down their place. Now he was cooking up some ramen for the two of them.

“I’m not running the whole operation, I just gotta follow orders” Chuuya winks at his boss as he serves up the food.

“We both know how much you *love* following orders” Osamu smirks at his partner as the redhead laughs deeply.

Later as they lay in bed, limbs tangled together, Osamu sighs deeply and quietly states,

“I want out, Chuu”

It wasn’t a question, just a soft firm statement shared between lovers.

“You sure?” The sleepy response came from the redhead.

“Absolutely”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

Chuuya pulled him closer and softly kissed his hair, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that for a long time.

Atsushi walked into his Boss’ office for the early morning meeting they had scheduled. The office was empty but Atsushi assumed the man would be in soon enough. After a few minutes without the dark haired man arriving he noticed a letter on the desk with his name scrawled on the front.

Atsushi,

I’m sorry it had to happen like this, you know how the mafia is about deserters. Hirotsu will take over in my stead and Kouyou and you will be his seconds.

You’ll do great.

The weretiger looked terrified at his partner who was standing quietly behind him. A commotion drew their attention to the large windows in time to see a flash of black and red falling.

Reaching the ground floor they were in time to hear the rumble of gravity breaking concrete. This only confirmed the suspicions of the two. As they walked out the front doors of the Mori Corp. they were just in time to see the red headed exectutive collapse the sidewalk.

It had been a long suspicion that the boss and his prized executive had a relationship more intimate than the partners they claims to be, though no one dared voice those rumors. Both members of Double Black were ruthless and violent if provoked. Though in most eyes the display in front of their eyes confirmed how close the duo was.

Red markings creep onto Chuuyas skin as he feels the weight of gravity bend to his will. The concrete he stands on cracks and buckles. Rebar screeches and snaps as immeasurable stress is placed upon it. His eyes blur as he sees the body beneath him, laying much too still.

The body is mangled and bloody, its dark coat crumpled as it hit the pavement. But what hit Chuuya the hardest was the scarf. The blood red scarf that Chuuya has given Dazai so many years ago.

It was a cold night when Chuuya had gotten a call from his new partner to meet on the roof of the skyscraper the Mafia called home.

On that rooftop the two of them had made a pact to remain loyal to eachother, above all else.

Dazai had given him the leather choker that still lay on his neck. A “collar for my faithful dog” the brunette had said. And despite chuuyas chagrin he had been a faithful dog to Dazai since that day. Not that Osamu had made him do anything he would have protested (much) to.

In return Chuuya had given him a blood red scarf that adorned his bandaged neck since that day. “A reminder of your job” Chuuya had said bitterly, referring to Corruption. But since that day Osamu had always been there to bring him back.

The concrete finally collapsed and Chuuya floated down with the rubble. Each progressive story of the underground the gravity punched through. Corruption had fully taken over Chuuyas body and there was no stopping it…not anymore.

He knew what people would say, the rumors he had confirmed by this but he didn’t care anymore. There was no point to continue like this, without him there.

His consciousness fell away until there was only red, Arahabiki fully taking over his mind and body until Chuuya was shut in a little corner.

He sat in an empty room, looking through his own eyes and watching the chaos that the god inside him was inflicting on the world. It appeared Arahabiki wanted to take both him and the body beneath them to a deep grave where no one would find them.

We must be deep at this point

I wonder how much father we need to go

Arahabiki will find him

The windows closed and the room fell dark around him. Chuuya laid down and closed his eyes, simply waiting.

And waiting…

And waiting…

And finally a soft blue light enveloped the room. It was a comforting, familiar light. He had felt it many times before… and at this point it felt like home.

Chuuya opened his eyes, his real eyes, and saw a pair of bright brown eyes waiting for him. A hand held his cheek tenderly.

“Did you have a fun time princess” Osamu’s mocking tone flowed into his ears.

“You asshole, you put your scarf on the body” Chuuyas bit back, his voice rasping.

“I thought it would sell it more” Osamu had now picked up Chuuya, who was in no condition to walk, and began to walk towards a tunnel that was poking into the hole they stood in.

“Asshole” came a quiet response from the redhead.

“Sorry Chuu” he whispered back, he knew Chuuya had a much harder role in this to play but he did it beautifully as always.

Chuuya awoke in a soft, clean smelling bed. He stretched, feeling his bones pop as he looked around him.

Dazai sat a few feet away, drinking something and looking out the open door of a shipping container. Beyond him was the vast blue ocean, now a new shade of teal that he knew belonged to the tropics of Oceania.

He stood up and stumbled over to his partner who looked up at him, a happy smile plastered on his face. Chuuya had waited years to see that smile grace his lips again.

“Welcome to our new life, love” Osamu whispered as he pressed a kiss to Chuuya’s lips.

“Thank goodness it worked” Chuuya slumped into his arms, body still exhausted.

“You should have seen the explosion! It was magnificent” Osamu smiled as he wrapped his arms around the redhead. “Could have fooled me that Arahabiki imploded deep underground”

So everything had gone to plan

The mafia would think them dead and they could live out their lives, far away from the violence and destruction.

Just them on an island Dazai had bought years ago and spent days untying it from both their names.

“I think you should go blonde” Chuuya mumbled, combing his fingers through his partners hair

“Only if you go brunette” came the laughing response

[jay72664]

We’ll talk in the morning

TW: Drunkness, and mentioned argument, no detail is gone into.

The ticking minute hand on the clock only furthered Chuuya’s agitation, and his worry.

Dazai had been gone all day because of a stupid fight, a fight Dazai himself was responsible for!

Now he was throwing a fit, and ignoring Chuuya’s calls.

A quick glance at the clock told him it was three in the morning.

Where was he?

Chuuya tried calling again, but there was no answer, just the ringing of the phone echoing throw the silent apartment.

He didn’t know what to do, if he left; Dazai might come back while he was gone, and if he stayed Dazai might die somewhere, it was driving him crazy.

Staying home turned out to be the right choice though, because after another thirty minutes, he saw a car pull into the driveway; Dazai’s car, it was a miracle he hadn’t wrecked it.

Chuuya stood up and crossed his arms, unable to hide his anger, he clenched his jaw and made his way to the front door.

He could hear Dazai struggling to open the door, and could instantly tell why when the smell of cheap alcohol hit his senses, causing him to scrunch up his nose.

“Really? You had me worried sick because you felt like getting wasted?” the ginger snapped, but upon not getting a reply from the brunette he sighed and softened.

“You’re really drunk, huh? Let’s get you to bed.” He made his way over to his husband, swinging Dazai’s arm over his shoulder, and his own around Dazai’s waist and led him to their bedroom.

The taller man leaned heavily against him, barely able to walk at all, how had he managed to get home in one piece?

Chuuya set him gently on the bed, crouching down to remove his shoes, when he got up Dazai was staring at him, and mumbled a, “sorry.”

The brunette could be apologizing for a million different things, but Chuuya decided to assume it was for picking a fight this morning, and replied, “we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

He helped him lie back, and before Chuuya could even think about going and changing, Dazai had pulled him into the bed.

Chuuya was going to object, but noting the slight tremors in his husband’s body, he decided sleeping in his clothes would be okay just for tonight.

He carefully maneuvered to turn out the light, before getting more comfortable, his arms coming around the other man, gently stroking his back and hair.

“Don’t leave,” Dazai mumbled, nuzzling into his neck.

“I won’t,” Chuuya promised softly, knowing he was likely in another world, a world his mind had made.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the brunettes forehead before closing his eyes.

They’d talk in the morning.