#ssk fic

[leelumpolelum]

eternal sunshine

so this is inspired by my fic which is inspired by the move eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

i spent on this way to many hours but it was worth it??? (i actually think this is the best thing i made by myself so far)

if you like it thats awesome

if you want to read my fic it’s on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62588731

<3

[tittysuckersworld]

@ph4ntomv1k arts ya! finally have reblogs again!!! this was inspired by their lovely fic here and yee! enjoyy

(EDIT I USED THE WRONG PICTOR-)

hate instagram anyways- heres girlies in full<3<3

[saneandrocking]

There are not many good takes on sasusaku relantionship, but this fic is a good example of a sensible and realistic way to go about these two characters, even if it's not canon compliant. Beautiful and pleasant to read too.

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[intheticklecloset]

3 AM (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Primary Universe

Summary: After a late night out, Chuuya helps Dazai back to his place to sleep. Unfortunately, Dazai has other ideas.

A/N: The initial idea for this fic was inspired by this AMV (there are SO many good BSD AMVs, btw!). I of course put a tickly spin on it because that's what I do. Enjoy!

Word Count: 973

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Nothing good ever happened after 3 A.M.

Chuuya grunted as he and Dazai stumbled through his front door, no thanks to the detective, who was so drunk he could barely stand upright. “Lightweight,” he muttered, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door and kicking it shut behind them. He fumbled for the light switch.

“Oww, Chuuya,” Dazai whined, nearly toppling over as he tried to shield his eyes from the soft yellow glow.

“Stop being a baby. I’m putting you to bed.”

“Ooh, I must have been a good boy this year~”

“Shut up! Not like that, you idiot. Come on.” Chuuya angled them so they were headed toward his bedroom.

“Chuuya’s dragging me to bed,” Dazai sang drunkenly, giggling a little as he stumbled across the carpet, over the threshold, and toward the surprisingly simple twin bed that Chuuya rarely had time to actually enjoy thanks to his work.

The redhead wrestled Dazai around so he was sitting on the mattress, swaying a little. “You forgot to take your shoes off, moron.” He leaned down to do it for him, but the next thing he knew arms were wrapped around him and he was being yanked off his feet, lying staring up at the ceiling with Dazai’s body beneath him. “Asshole! Let me go; you’re so drunk I don’t know how you aren’t dead already.”

“Chuuya’s grumpy,” Dazai hummed, snuggling his face into the redhead’s neck and hugging him closer, digging his fingertips into his partner’s ribs. “Grumpy, grumpy Chuuya~”

The redhead froze, eyes flying wide open. The touch was gentle, but it didn’t matter; Chuuya was ticklish enough that even that much was enough to do the job. He squeaked, biting his lip hard to keep from giggling like a little girl, thrashing in his drunken boyfriend’s grip. “I-Idiot! Don’t touch me! Let me go!”

Dazai giggled for the both of them, switching from digging to random poking, like he was drumming his fingers on a tabletop out of boredom. Chuuya hated that it tickled so bad.

“Dazai!” he cried, trying and failing to get away. He managed to fall off of the detective’s body onto the mattress, but as soon as he had a momentary glimpse of freedom Dazai was on him, rolling over so he was pinning him awkwardly to the bed, fingers poking and pinching along his ribs. Chuuya snorted. “Shihihit! Dazahahahai! Quit it!”

“Grumpy, grumpy Chuuya needs to learn to smile more,” Dazai slurred.

“Asshohohohole! I’ll kihihihill you! Let me go!”

“No can do, Chuuuuya~”

Chuuya would deny the scream that left his lips until the day he died once his infuriating partner found the spot at the top of his ribs that drove him up the wall, forcing loud, desperate cackles out of him whether he liked it or not. “AHAHAHA!! DAZAHAHAHAI!!”

Dazai giggled again, fingers flying across his ribs, up and down like he was playing a xylophone. “Tickle, tickle, little chibi~”

“Dazai!” Chuuya wheezed, fisting the comforter on his bed into one hand while frantically trying to punch any part of his boyfriend that he could with the other. “Stahahahahap it! I dohohohohon’t like being tihihihihickled!”

For a brief moment, everything stopped. Chuuya gasped for breath while he could, trying to shove Dazai away, hoping his strength would be greater since he wasn’t the one who was drunk enough to pass out at any moment.

“You don’t?” Dazai asked, sounding genuinely surprised, standing up of his own free will and toppling sideways onto the bed so he was looking the redhead in the eye – kind of.

Chuuya flushed at the question. “No.”

The detective observed him for a moment, eyes bleary yet trained hard on his partner. He hummed after a while, flopping onto his back with a sigh. “Then why do you look so disappointed that I stopped?”

“Idiot,” Chuuya grumbled, jumping onto his waist and digging into his hips, smirking at the too-loud squeal of delight Dazai let free. “You’re the one who’s disappointed I wasn’t tickling you back until just now.”

“Ehehehehehehe!” Dazai laughed with such childlike glee that it made Chuuya blush for the both of them, though he kept tickling anyway, fingers flying from his hips to his belly to his neck and even into his underarms, which made the detective shriek so loudly the redhead had to stop lest they wake up the neighbors.

“Okay, dumbass. Take your shoes off and go to sleep, all right? It’s almost four in the morning—”

Dazai grabbed his waist and rolled them over so he was on top again so fast Chuuya got whiplash, but he didn’t have time to worry about that since his ribs were being played like a piano again, this time without the benefit of being able to hide his face or muffle his sounds at all, staring up into Dazai’s eager grin as he was.

“Ahahahahaha! Whahahahahat did I just tehehehehell you, you bahahahastard?! I dohohohon’t lihihihihike it! Lemme gohohohohoho!”

“That’s what you said,” Dazai agreed, flopping down so his entire body weight was pinning Chuuya in place, his chin nestled into his boyfriend’s neck so his ear was as close to Chuuya’s laughing mouth as possible, fingers still digging with an expertise that was absolutely unfair for a drunk person. “But I think you were lying.”

Chuuya raged and fought as much as he could, but it soon became apparent that he wasn’t going anywhere until Dazai was either satisfied or passed out from his alcohol intake, and so – laughing up a storm and letting out embarrassing squeals and snorts – the redhead let himself go limp and accept his ticklish fate, color staining his cheeks as he submitted to the playful torture.

It wasn’t like Dazai would remember any of this in the morning, anyway.

He never remembered anything after 3 A.M.

[moccabunie]

lucid dreams 🌙🔮

When Chuuya left, Dazai broke into a million pieces. And then, two young boys knocked on his door.

☁ modern with magic

☁ a/b/o

☁ growing up together

(or: Dazai raising two pups while rescuing his soulmate)

[chuuyasb0yfr13nd]

Angsty Soukoku story, with linked playlist in the first chapter!

Description:

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨. TOTAL WORD COUNT : 12628

TW IN THE TAGS !! - V

[omegalawliet]

[merlyn-bane]

🧙🏻 Trick or treat-- what's the writing trope or art technique you want to try someday, but you're still psyching yourself up for?

Happy Halloween!! 🍬🍬🍬

Hmmmm. Very good question!

As far as art goes, I've been wanting to try a somewhat more lineless/less cartoon-ish style, but I'm super intimidated by it because it would be totally reliant on shading/highlighting that I really don't do a lot of right now.

As far as writing--this isn't really a trope, so I'm not sure it counts, but there's a fic that's been rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken for a long while that I want to write, but it would end up being super long probably and I think to really pull it off I would have to be a lot more nuanced with a character that...isn't really my favorite.

There was a post going around a while back (fuck I wish I could remember whose it was) about wanting to see stories about Jedi returning to the Order when the war started rather than just stories about them leaving, and I've always thought that it would be a fantastic character and general meta study to explore a universe where Obi-Wan had decided to stay on Mandalore with Satine, but finds that he cannot sit idly by once the war breaks out and decides to don the robes again.

It would probably be end-game Codywan (bc I am who I am, and I'm very interested in the concept of the clones being very why the fuck are they sending us some fucking New Mandalorian Duke to be our general and eventually coming around, because it's Obi-Wan), but it would also be way too easy to fall into that nasty trope where the protag's current spouse is just an irredeemable bitch, especially since she isn't really my favorite character like I said, and I hate that trope, so writing that story would require me to be cognizant of what I was doing and how things were reading pretty much the entire time.

That said, I do also think it would be a very rewarding story if I was able to pull it off, so I probably will give it a try eventually. I'm just really intimidated by it lol.

Thanks for playing, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby!! :))

[caffernnn]

If I had a nickel for every time I hit tag limit thinking about makoharu, I’d have a few nickels, etc etc

[tittysuckersworld]

new wip eheee

bark for more info/the spicier ideas >:)

[moldy-flowers]

Actually tweaking bc in the little modern naruto au in my head that I'll never be able to write something about bc it changes every 4 seconds, I'm realising that I might have to make Naruto transphobic against Sasuke. Purely bc Naruto was canonically transphobic against an armadillo.

Anyways that's how my day is going hbu.

[tonycries]

Omg pls pls PLS tell me you're going to write this Siren reader x tourist Gojo fic 😭 TELL ME IT'S NOT JUST A THOUGHT UNDER AN SSK PLSSSS TONYYY 😭😭🙏

ALL I'M SAYING IS-

[himi-wiz]

Unfortunately I don't quite have a lot of recommendations, I'm rather lazy to scroll through ao3 since there's a lot of fic content but not tasty enough to be my cup of tea sadly and so I'll have to hunt but again, lazy.

There are a couple faves tho, mostly with SSKK:

- A Prank Gone Wrong (Magical Bucket)

Not that fluffy/crack (practically angst) of pinning SKK w SSKK:

- Nothing but Time (Magical Bucket)

- Love, huh? It might have been that, once upon a time (Generasi_Micin)

More platonic but the interactions are still hilarious:

- O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! [Aka Chuuya accidentally becomes a part of ADA and it's all Dazai's fault] (aptlydapper)

ayee , so i just finished watching BSD ( S1 - S3 ) and ive fallen in love with soukoku , and i love reading fics about them

i particularly liked the " soukoku flirt-fighting/pining infront of the ADA with chuuya and ADA member interactions " type of fics

and so , does anyone have any fic reccomendations that falls under that category ? or, any fluff / crack mutual pining soukoku fics ? :D please and thank you !

[irazai]

ᝰ paradise, the pied piper's tune. .ᐟ

• racer!zai

current fic

• Rockstar!chu

discontinued. will be rewritten.

• ssk! x reader

• accidentalfather! dazai x accidentalmother! reader

• Ada!zai (/pmboss!zai) x sculptor!reader

• dilf!zai

• yandere!beastzai x reader

• beastzai

• stalker!fyo x reader

• ada!zai x single mother!reader

• ghost!zai x reader

• dictator!zai x reader

● rockstar!zai

• pmzai x civilian/collegestudent!reader

• delinquent!chuuya x reader

• popular!dazai x reader

• king!chuuya x reader

• pmboss!chu x reader

• immortal!reader x dazai.

• buissnesswoman!reader x pm!dazai

• fakedating!au dazai x reader

• wife!reader x simp!husband (dazai/chuuya).

• rich!ranpo x daddyissue suffering reader.

• dazai x gov!reader

• pilot!reader x chu.

• pmzai x actress!reader

[punishing-eden]

congrats on 151 follows, i enjoy your writing a lot and hope to see more !! 🫶

may i request a oneshot of lee comforting commandant after a long day? hyperreal's idle animation where he carries skk to bed melts my heart..and i'm sure my fellow lee simps can agree

Author's note:

🥺🥺🥺Thank you, I am glad you enjoy my work! And, I do have some more fic ideas on that back burner, both for PGR and other fandoms!

I heard about Hyperreal's animation, although I've seen his victory animation, I haven't seen the one where he carries SSK.

Lee simps unite! ✊

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Night Time Over Time...

Lee (Palefire) x Commandant/reader

Not beta read, but proof read

Summary:

Working overtime became a habit for you, and it became a natural occurrence for your constructs. Lee wants to give you a piece of his mind.

Tags: Wholesome, one-shot, short fic, request

The chattering outside of his room took Lee's attention from what he was doing.

He listened to the faint chatter of two Babylonia candidates walking along the corridor during this hour of the night. It was usually these two who were the last ones to head to bed, and the ones responsible to wrap things up around the living-quarters of the base.

Lee took a glance at the time reading at 11:55 pm. The two candidates were heading to bed earlier than usual. It was an occurring sign for Lee.

Placing the screwdriver down, with a heavy heart, Lee stood up from his seat. He went out of his room with a destination in mind.

He walked through the corridor and turned left. Continue walking until he reaches the large double door of the practise room.

Lee took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He paused and ruminate the scenario in his M. I. N. D once again. To make sure, he has the correct wordings and sentences to go against your stubbornness.

Something must be done about your habits, and Liv was too soft to tell you, no.

Without a moment to waste, Lee approached the door and it automatically opened.

As it was expected he sees you sitting on the floor with your legs crossed staring at the empty shooting range.

In several instances, Lee had seen fooling around by yourself. Doodling on a piece of paper, singing to your heart's content, or just talking to yourself; procrastinating from the ever-growing amount of work.

However tonight, you were quiet and it felt a little off. Your eyes looked tired, your lips held down with a small frown, and your brows were furrowed.

He knew something was bothering you.

You didn't greet your construct. Too lost into your own thoughts, the fact of someone came into the practising room flew over your head.

"Commandant..." Lee spoke

Upon hearing your title, you turned your head and saw your construct standing by the door way looking at you.

Startled, you quickly put up a smiled and plied, "Oh hey, what are you doing here?"

"I should be the one asking," Lee crossed his arms, "It's late. What are you doing?"

"Just taking a break," you answered simply.

"...are you working overtime again?" Lee asked. He sounded a little concerned.

You became a little embrassed from his statement. It wasn't the first time your constructs has expressed their concerns about working overtime, "... It's nothing, just had a long day that's all..."

Your voice faded a little as you spoke while your expression shifted. And, Lee had caught a glimpse of how the stress has began to take a toll on you.

"What happened?”, Lee asked, genuinely curious about your troubles. He added, “ I can see your stress levels are gradually increasing again. Going any higher than 40%, will contribute to hair loss." Lee stated. His had his usual scowl of disapproval, looking at you made you feel a little nervous.

Letting out a small laugh, you tried ease Lee's worry. Nodding your head in acknowledgment, you said, "I will be fine, Lee," Standing up from the ground, you brush the dust off of your uniform," just let me finish my work first then I will head off to bed, I promise."

Lee held a skeptical look. He reckon you would work your way around the promises.

"No." he said it out flatly.

"Please~" you tried to convince him, you looked at Lee, "I just need three more hours before bed."

"No."

Putting your hands together, you begged Lee to let you off the hook, "Just one, one report and I will be done for the day."

"No."

For five minutes, the negotiating went back and forth. You continued to stand on your ground, opting to finish the most urgent report first before resting. Which was a good enough reasoning to convince Lee to agree.

"Fine, one report only," he crossed his arms and said, "I suppose I can help out too."

Sitting by the desk in your quarters, you began to type away in your report. Meanwhile, Lee helped writing the supporting report and sorted all the other related paperwork.

As minutes went by, you continued to work, asking Lee for assistance from time to time.

As your construct, Lee diligently obliged to every demand. Assisting you, with every detail from gathering supporting data files to the final printing of the entire report. Adjusting the angle of the staples to the colour coded indexes. Placing the hardcopy in a yellow card folder, he headed out from the printing room to place the freshly printed report on Celica's desk. Then with a transferring port, Lee submitting the digital copy to the Minstry of War.

He did a little calculation in his head before heading back to your quarters. Once the door slide open, Lee said, "Commandant, I have submitted the report to the Ministry of War. It would take, on average, 14 da-", he stopped mid sentences.

Still seated in your chair, you didn't response to Lee. You were leaning on your desk head resting on both of your arms. While Lee was away, you couldn't help but to fall asleep.

"... I told you so..." Lee mumbled with a sigh.

He slowly approach you and watched as you slumber. He had thought about the possibility that you would fake sleeping just to have him get off your back. Looking a how deep you slumber, he knew you were too tired to continue.

Whatever happened during the day, he will deal with it in the following morning. Once, you were awake.

With care, he brought his arms around your back and legs. Gently, with ease, he pick you up and slowly place you on your bed. He tucked you in with the utter most care making sure you were comfortable to get as much rest as possible.

Satisfied, Lee went over to turn off the lights and headed out of your quarters.

"See you later, Commandant," he whispered.

The walk through the corridors was quick. He had memorise the route from the your room to his, to optimise the fastest and most efficient way to reach to you if there is an emergency. Within a few minutes, Lee arrived back to his room. Still, dimly lit from the lamp on his desk.

The first thing he did was to read the time on his desk clock, 1:45am.

"... Four hours and fifth-teen minutes before dawn... That's a new record for [Y/N]," Lee said. Without a word, he sat down on his chair and picked up his screwdriver.

(C) Punishing-eden