Jay

I post short Soukoku stories, Random headcanons for stories, and fanfictions, And just random shit that comes to mind. Banner art by lotus-pear, here on Tumblr. Profile by chronocherry, I think, again, from here.

[juicebox72664]

New year, same Dazai

TW: mentions of wanting to die (nothing in detail), self-loathing (again, nothing in detail), suggestive (again, not detailed, just strongly hinted at), look, it has Dazai in the title, so if you didn’t g expect these warning I don’t know what to tell you.

It was loud, maybe too loud.

Dazai didn’t want to go to this New Year’s party, but there was free food, Chuuya wanted to go; and the rest of the Agency was going so here he was.

Alone, because Chuuya had wondered off and was probably shit faced, and-

When did it get so loud?

Of all the places to hold a New Year’s party with both the Agency and the port mafia, why choose somewhere so small?

Needing fresh air he pushed the doors to the balcony open, and then closed behind him, the cold sharp air of Yokohama hitting his longs as he walks over to lean on the railing.

He considered jumping.

But after a few moments he realized he’d at most break his legs, and he wasn’t a fan of pain, not to mention the fact Chuuya would scold the hell out of him.

He smirks, it’d serve Chuuya right for leaving him all alone.

He hears the door open, and glances over his shoulder to see the familiar red haired man holding a drink.

“You weren’t thinking about jumping, were you?” Chuuya asks, standing beside the taller man.

Dazai shrugs. “Are you gonna hit me if I say yes?” He responds playfully.

Chuuya’s hand of course hits the back of his head.

“Chibi is so mean to his loving, adoring, husband.” Dazai whines, though he wasn’t really upset, Chuuya hadn’t hit him hard enough to hurt.

“You’re such a baby.” Chuuya scoffs.

Dazai leans his head on Chuuya’s shoulder. “How long till midnight?” He asks, bored of the topic at hand.

Chuuya glances at his new watch, which Tachihara had gotten him for Christmas. “Three minutes, why?”

“Just wondering when I’ll get my kiss.” He muses playfully.

“Mh-hm, nothing to do with you wanting to leave?”

Dazai puts a hand on his chest in mock-hurt, lifting his head up. “Me? Want to leave a boring, loud party? Never.”

Chuuya playfully nudges him, taking a sip out of his glass, as he rolls his eyes. “Plans for the new year?”

“You, mostly.” Dazai remarks with a smirk.

“I meant a resolution-and I swear to god if you say to die.” He quips in mock-agitation.

Dazai chuckles. “To fu-owe!” Chuuya had jabbed him in the ribs, knowing damn well where that sentence was going.

“Forget I asked.” He huffs, and Dazai chuckles beside him.

“Well what’s your resolution?” The brunette asks, a hint of genuine curiosity slipping into his tone.

Chuuya blushes, and looks down at his watch. “You know it’s less than two minutes till.”

“You’re dodging the question.” Dazai points out, now really curious.

Chuuya’s blush darkens and he entwines his fingers with Dazai’s. “To give you a reason to live.” He mumbles.

Dazai blushes in return, a small somber smile coming to his face. “I think you’re wasting your time.”

He glares at him. “Shut the hell up, I’ll do it.” He states it with so much conviction that Dazai almost believes him.

Almost.

Dazai presses a kiss to Chuuya’s forehead. “You really are hopeless.” He teases

“Why am I hopeless?” He questions.

“Because only someone who’s hopeless would try so hard to save someone as hopeless as me.”

Inside the building they could hear people chanting-

30.

“Have you considered you’re not as hopeless as you think?” He asks quietly, setting down his drink on a small table that was put out here.

29.

“I think you’re giving yourself false hope.” Dazai remarks, looking down to avoid Chuuya’s unyielding gaze.

28.

“Osamu, look at me.” Chuuya requests, cupping his face.

27.

Dazai turned his face up to look at his husband.

26.

“Nothing you say will make me give up on you.” He states it like a promise, Dazai’s not sure he deserves that.

25.

“So stop trying.” He rests his head against Dazai’s, and the bandaged man can feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

24.

“I don’t deserve you.” Dazai whispers, voice cracking.

23.

“Don’t say that, of course you do.” He kisses his nose.

22.

Dazai musters a small smile. “I love you.”

21.

Chuuya smiles back, bright, and real, and so beautiful. “I love you too, so much.”

20.

“Now stop crying dumbass.” He chastises lightheartedly, wiping his tears with his thumb.

19.

“Okay.” Dazai mumbles, sniffling.

18.

Chuuya presses a kiss to his forehead.

17.

And then his left cheek.

16.

The right under his left eye.

15.

Then the same in the right side.

14.

And his cheek there too.

13.

Dazai giggles. “What are you doing?”

12.

“Trying to hear the laugh that I so love, and it’s working.” He whispers.

11.

“We should probably head back inside with everyone else, huh?” Dazai asks, clearly not liking the idea.

10.

“We can stay here.” The ginger states, stroking his husband cheeks.

9.

He presses their foreheads together, and they both count with the crowd, though quieter, just for them to hear.

“8.”

“7.”

“6.”

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

Chuuya presses his lips to his husband’s, his arms going around his neck as Dazai’s go around his waist.

Maybe the party wasn’t such a bad idea.

Still, Dazai couldn’t wait to go ho and have his Chibi all to himself.

I mean, it was new years, isn’t it suppose to be a night to remember?

He’d make sure it was one Chuuya would never forget.

[juicebox72664]

I’ve been on here

For a year, time sure flies.

Anyways, I saw originalartblog do this, and since I’m too sick to write anything, I though I might as well.

So here’s my 2024 round-up I guess, I’m just gonna share my top five posts, idk, I’m rambling you can do it here.

I had a total of 597 notes, nice, especially since I had a total of 34 last year, that’s the power of Soukoku I guess.

My top five posts where.

#5 Incorrect Heartstopper quotes

At 41 notes.

Which is exactly what it sounds like.

#4 I don’t write Shin Soukoku

At also 41 notes.

Which is an idea for a Shin Soukoku fanfiction, which has a cross over from beast.

#3 Soukoku’s rings

At 45 notes.

Which is a headcanon for married Soukoku about their rings, it’s canon in my fanfiction btw.

#2 Yes, Dazai’s jealous

At 66 notes.

Which is a little married Soukoku fanfiction. Also, little secret, it was named that because of the way less popular, No, Chuuya’s not jealous, which for some reason wasn’t shown in my 2024 thing, I’m not sure why, it has more notes then some of the other things that it did show, but not enough to be on this list, so moving along.

#1 Is Soukoku had a handshake

At 68 notes.

It’s just a cute little handcanon about the stupid little gay teenagers.

I plan on writing much more come 2025, and hopefully, beating 68 notes.

[juicebox72664]

Does anyone know

Any ai role play chat bots, that AREN’T Yodayo, Janitor.ai or character.ai?

I don’t like the ai used in Yodayo.

Janitor.ai doesn’t work on my computer.

And Character.ai removed all Soukoku bots, and I can’t role play mentally ill people, it’s fun.

[ariesstyx-deactivated20250212]

Stormbringer manga is releasing on 24 jan

Bring your popcorn and tears, it's going to be a long ride !

[juicebox72664]

This is good because I suck at getting myself to read books, and Stormbringer is so long; but I want to read it.

[juicebox72664]

New idea

SPOILERS FOR BUNGO STRAY DOGS BEAST.

I don’t have time to write this, but I may well in the future.

Also, this may already exist.

But hear me out anyways.

Right, so in post what happened in Beast, Chuuya is obviously very sad about Dazai’s death, and for this fic I think it would make more sense for Soukoku to be canon in Beast, though Chuuya just pinning after Dazai also works.

Anyways, he runs into an ability user, who has the ability to send people to different universes (or maybe only the canon universe, I don’t know), point is, Beast-Chuuya gets sent to canon.

And originally he’s rather confused, and of course he’s gotta run into either Akutagawa, Atsushi, or Dazai first, all have wonderful options.

Like Akutagawa being confused about why he seems seconds away from attacking him.

Or Atsushi being confused as to why he’s asking him questions.

And of course, Dazai being very confused as to why he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

I don’t know how, when, or if Beast-Chuuya would be sent back, but I think it’s a good concepts, there’s just one problem.

I would not know how to write a ‘reunion’ between Beast!Chuuya and Dazai, I just don’t know how Beast!Chuuya would react.

[juicebox72664]

Mornings

TW: Slightly suggestive.

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, hitting Chuuya’s eyes.

He’d been up for awhile, just staring at his husband.

He’d knew he should get up, should go take a shower and make breakfast.

But Dazai looked so pretty.

So peaceful.

His hair was a curly mess, and there were hickeys on his collar and neck, hinting at their activities from the previous night.

His mouth was curved in a small smile; his smile, while less rare than it used to be, was a rarity, and an awful pleasant one, and Chuuya found himself unable to look away.

He wanted to stay like this forever.

Alas, the world did not slow down, and as much as he wanted to laze about in bed all day with the love of his life, he knew he needed to be productive.

So be brushed the hair out of Dazai’s forehead and called his name, “Osamu.” He says, quiet so as to not annoy him, but loud enough to wake him up.

Dazai grumbles, pulling Chuuya closer as if by some miracle it’ll convince him to sleep more.

“Osamu, we have to get up.” Chuuya stated with mock-annoyance.

“Five more minutes.” He grumbles tiredly.

Chuuya tugs his hair. “Wake up dumbass.”

Dazai lets out a whine. “Chibi’s so mean to me.” He pouts, pushing himself up to a seated position.

Chuuya rolls his eyes, sitting up too. “We have work.”

Dazai lets out a huff, glancing at the ginger, his gaze softening. “Fine.” 

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching, before hopping to his feet. “I call the shower first.” He declares, trying to get under his husband’s skin.

“What? You don’t want to take a shower together, a shame.” Chuuya remarks, mock-disappointed lacing his tone.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be against-“ Chuuya interrupts him, not dumb enough to shower with his clingy, and rather perverted husband, when they need to get to work.

“Kidding.” The gravity used taunts with a smirk, climbing of bed and sticking out his tongue at the taller man.

“Meanie.” Dazai pouts, crossing his arm.

Chuuya walks over and grabs his collar, pulling him down to plant a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll go make breakfast.”

Dazai’s pout instantly vanishes, unable to hide his smile, or his blush. “Chuuya is such a good housewife.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “Fuck off.” He retorts playfully.

“So rude, I thought you loved me.” The brunette whines.

“I do love you.” He remarks, solely because he knows it’ll make Dazai blush.

And he’s right, the man blushes bright red and covers his face. “I’m going to shower.” He squeaks, heading to the bathroom that’s connected to there room.

Chuuya chuckles to himself, heading to make breakfast.

He supposed it wasn’t the worst to have to get up every morning.

[juicebox72664]

I don’t like it, but-

I understand it.

Character.ai no longer let’s you edit the starting messages, I liked being able to because no one ever used proper grammar, and it makes the chatbot not use proper grammar, but I understand their reasoning, so I can’t be too upset about it.

[kusuodotpng]

I think we all can't shrug our suspicions about those two.

[juicebox72664]

Is this the thing Tumblr was abuzz about a new season or something coming out?????

[equalistmako]

every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

[damianmcgintleman]

he stole christmas, kayla! stop with your #notallgrinches propaganda!

[equalistmako]

you know what if someone told me i was a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce i’d probably be bitter enough to steal christmas too 

[prokopetz]

Interestingly, though The Grinch Who Stole Christmas is narrated by Boris Karloff, the big musical number is sung by the late Thurl Ravenscroft - an American voice actor better known as the voice of Tony the Tiger.

My headcanon is that the Grinch and Tony the Tiger had a bad breakup, and “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” is the resulting breakup song.

[snickerslizard]

Did this really HAVE to be the first thing I see when I opened up Tumblr?

[prokopetz]

Yes.

[iguanamouth]

[star-spangled-jackass]

oh god theres art

[tediousfeline]

@altadude you know what must be done.

[altadude-deactivated20190418]

[lesbopsappho]

ive been avoiding reblogging this honestly but just. What the fuck. What the fuck tumblr

[magickspills]

I apologize to all my followers for this

[watfordwallflower]

if i had to read this you do too

[quinintheclouds]

I have a hate-hate relationship with this

[theepitomeofamess]

………

[anony-phangirl]

Good grief… I’m sorry, but I can’t not reblog this…

[broadwaytheanimatedseries]

Tis the season bitches

[theresneverenoughfandoms]

DAMN IT WHY WOULD YOU BRING THIS BACK YOU HEATHEN

[logan-exe]

Why is this on my dash?

[princeanxious]

…..I’m.. Bothered? by the fact that I’m not bothered by this.

[randomslasher]

You’re not bothered?? I’m not only not bothered, I’m freaking invested. I’m having actual empathetic sadness for The Grinch. I want them to go into couple’s counseling. I want the “ten years later” when Tony visits Whoville on business and meets the reformed Grinch whose heart has grown 3 times its usual size. I want them to reminisce over a shared dinner of roast beast and wine, then spend a drunken night together, then realize that maybe things are different and people really do change. I want a 3-act story where there’s a long dark night of soul searching and the realization that maybe we’ve all got a little bit of bad banana with greasy black peel inside us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make a damned fine banana bread if someone will give us a chance. 

[leethepiper]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

I’m bringing it back 5 years later, tis the season!

[madronasky]

Oh it’s deeper than that folks. Right @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses ??

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[juicebox72664]

I saw this earlier in November, and I don’t know how to feel about out this new information.

[sowecoulddance]

its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr

all of us

[sharper-and-bigger]

Jesus also spent Christmas in a barn full of animals

[juicebox72664]

It’s now actually Christmas, and we’re still on Tumblr.

[juicebox72664]

I just finish MHA

SPOILER FOR THE NEWEST SEASON WARNING

I thought this was the last season man!

Now I have to wait like another year; and there’s another FULL SEASON OF CONTENT.

I was not ready for any of this, I got emotionally destroyed.

I wasn’t ready for the Todoroki fight, and I wasn’t ready for Toga’s fight either, I didn’t realize just how bad her parents were until then.

I can’t wait to see what’s going on with Kurogiri, I think he might change to their side.

Bakugo better not die though, I’m still holding out hope.

I think I might ship TogaChako now, they’d be canon in another universe man.

[juicebox72664]

Soukoku’s rings

I don’t really have time to write today; so here’s a Soukoku headcanon.

On the outside of their rings, Dazai has the word ‘Slug’ because he thought it was really funny, especially since it’s in such a fancy font, Chuuya just to get back at him got ‘Mackerel’ engraved in his.

On the inside of the rings they definitely have something really cute, like ‘promise’ or ‘forever’ or something.

[juicebox72664]

I love

That we’ve all just kind of agreed Atsushi purrs, even though tigers can’t purr, Atsushi can.

[juicebox72664]

Talk To Me

“Chuuya, I’m home.” Dazai called, but there was no response, odd, Chuuya had off today.

He made his way through the house into this bedroom, nothing.

He listened for the sound of the shower, nothing.

Checked his phone to see if he had gone out, nothing.

Checked the fridge to see if he had left a note, nothing.

He sat down on the couch, something felt off, even if he couldn’t put his finger on it.

He opened his phone back up, and scrolled over to his messages, clicking on his husband’s contact, ‘where are you’ he texts.

It goes unread.

Dazai got up, unable to sit still and paced around the house.

He went out onto the balcony, and there was Chuuya.

Something was wrong.

“Chuuya?” He calls out hesitantly, not moving towards his husband, as if his feet are rooted in place.

Chuuya turns to face him; his eyes were the same color they were when he was using corruption; but they didn’t have that maniac look in them.

No.

They had hatred.

And disgust.

He spoke but they weren’t really words, he could feel the hatred radiating off of him.

He couldn’t look away though, even as tears blurred his vision.

The floor below him fell, and he landed on his knees, Odasaku was below him, just like he was that day.

But it wasn’t like that day.

“It was all your fault.” Oda spoke, Dazai felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“It’s your fault I died, Osamu.” He felt like he was being shaken.

“Osamu.”

“Osamu!”

His eyes snap open, and he’s met with Chuuya concerned eyes.

He was at home.

And Chuuya was here.

And Chuuya loved him.

Dazai’s breathing evened out slowly.

“You with me?” The ginger asks softly, his hands going to his hair.

Dazai nods. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Dazai shakes his head. “Just… talk to me.” He pleads.

Chuuya pulls his husband’s head into his lap, trailing his fingers through it. “What do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything.” He whispers. “Just let me hear your voice.”

So Chuuya starts talking about meaningless things, going from work, to some book he’s reading and so on, the hand in his hair only making him more sleepy.

As his eyes droop, and his mind falls into the inky blackness of sleep, he hears Chuuya say, “I love you.” Softly, making a small smile comes to Dazai’s face.

[daily-spooky]

[autism-official]

What the actual fuck

[juicebox72664]

I’m gonna get a left handed one just to spite people.

[juicebox72664]

Always

Knock knock knock.

“Osamu? You’ve been there for a while, you okay?” Came Chuuya’s concerned voice from the other side of the door.

Dazai knew if he didn’t respond Chuuya would assume he tried to kill himself.

So, doing his best—which was pretty damn good—to keep the shakiness out of his voice, he responds. “Yeah, sorry, had some trouble with the bandages.”

There was silence in the other side of the door, and then, “I can help.”

“No!” Dazai yells instantly, and he knows any chance he had at lying his way out of this won’t work anymore.

He was gonna try anyways.

He quickly opens a cabinet door and puts the pregnancy test in there, he’d tell Chuuya, but not right now; actually maybe he wouldn’t tell him at all.

“Osamu, I’m coming in.” Chuuya’s voice states, cutting straight through his thoughts.

Dazai quickly touches his face making sure he hadn’t cried at all, and then unlocks the door so his hotheaded husband doesn’t knock it down.

Chuuya’s eyes instantly trail over him, looking for any signs of injury, finding none he looks behind him at the bathroom; no blood or anything, and there weren’t any blades out.

“I think Chibi’s a worry wort.” Dazai says, putting on his mask to cover up the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm him; and they would if Chuuya tried probing.

“Are you okay?” And of course he would.

Dazai felt like crying, because Chuuya wouldn’t look at him like that if he knew; he’d probably look at him with disgust.

Dazai brushed past him, making it seem like he wanted to sit down as he flops on the bed, laying on his back; but really he just didn’t want to look into Chuuya’s concerned eyes.

“Of course I’m okay.” He knows Chuuya won’t buy it, but he still tries.

Chuuya doesn’t say anything at first, just sits beside him in the bed. “You know you can tell me anything.” He remarks, taking Dazai’s hand in his.

For once Chuuya wasn’t wearing his gloves, and the cold metal of his ring was in stark contrast to the warmth of his palm.

“I know.” Dazai responds, cursing himself for the crack in his voice.

Chuuya squeezes his hand. “Then tell me what’s wrong.” He all but whispers, looking at Dazai with a love he didn’t deserve.

Dazai averts his gaze, and then, not feeling like it was enough, he covers his face with his arm that isn’t holding Chuuya’s hand. “I’m pregnant.” He admits quietly.

Chuuya doesn’t say anything, and Dazai’s too scared to look at his face.

Chuuya’s hand comes and removes his arm from his face, and much to Dazai’s surprise, there wasn’t disgust or anger, just love, and concern. “And you were scared to tell me?” He asks.

Asks as if he’d done something wrong.

Dazai shrugs, not knowing how to reply.

Not knowing how to put his emotions into words.

Chuuya presses a soft kiss to his forehead, “Are you okay?”

Dazai wanted to both laugh and cry, he was concerned about him, of course he was, he wasn’t even sure why he was so worried about Chuuya’s reaction anymore.

“I don’t know.” He admits, voice shaky.

Chuuya pulls him into a sitting position and holds him against him, running his fingers through his hair. “You can do whatever you want Osamu, I’ll make sure of it.”

Dazai felt his eyes fill with tears as he buries his face in Chuuya’s chest, why did he always have to know just what to say to bring him to tears?

“I don’t know what to do.” He sobs, clutching onto the gingers shirt desperately.

“Sh, that’s okay, you don’t have to decide right now, you can take as long as you want; I’ll be here.” He comforts softly.

“Promise?” He pleads.

“Isn’t that what our wedding vows were?” He asks with a chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere, and most certainly not because of this.”

“Even if I abort it?” He asks quietly.

“Even if you abort it.” He assures.

“What if I want to keep it?” He wonders, voice still shaky.

“Then you can keep it, and I’ll be right here.” Chuuya presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“I love you.” The brunette tells his husband, just wanting to hear it said back.

“I love you too, darling, always.” The shorter man tells him.

[juicebox72664]

I’ve always

Liked the song ‘Where are you Christmas’, but over the last two years it’s really started resonating with me; being an atheist in a conservative Christian family does that, especially when they don’t know you’re atheist.

Still, this year’s better than last year.