#chuuya plays the guitar

[djbeatz]

Chuuya and Guitars (Stormbringer Spoilers(?))

Chuuya headcanons my friends~

Chuuya really likes to play the guitar, he likes how it sounds from the gentle rumbles to the smooth riffs. Contrary to popular belief, he likes most of all to play gentle melodies on the guitar, the types that soothe his soul in a way he didn’t realize he needed.

But he only really feels like playing the guitar when he’s at the beach, strangely enough. There was something relaxing about sitting on a big rock by the water, enjoying a gentle breeze as a slow and calming song is played on the guitar. It’s one of the easiest ways for him to relax and the fastest as he isn’t the kind of person who relaxes often nor easily.

(Manga Spoiler below the cut)

Before the flags died, once every two weeks they would all find some time to go to the beach, Chuuya would be playing his guitar while the rest either relaxed or messed around. Of course, he’d join them too, but most times, he was happy to just sit around and play.

Doc and Iceman were the ones who usually sat around to listen. Albatross would drag Lippman into playing volleyball or play in the water with him and Pianoman would go either way depending on his mood.

There was always one specific beach that they went to where the waves were a bit bigger than normal and the sand was white; they’d set up an umbrella, chairs, towels and Lippman and Chuuya would bring food that they made in baskets, Albatross would bring a ball, frisbee and a swan floatie that they all tried to fit on once before. Iceman would bring the alcohol and other drinks in a cooler, Doc would bring glasses for those drinks. Pianoman would play music on the rare occassions that Chuuya wasn’t playing his guitar and he’d be the one taking pictures of them, mostly for Lippman who liked to take pictures of these moments but often forgot to as he’d get distracted.

After their death, in honor of them Chuuya did not stop going to that beach. He goes there once every two weeks and play his guitar, he’d set up the chairs, umbrella and towels like they always did, he’d bring a ball sometimes to bounce around with his ability, he’d bring a frisbee to toss around, hell he got a floatie to float around in. Chuuya got that same cooler, that same alcohol and other beverages to place in it and he’d pour himself a glass of wine that floated at his side; he made sandwiches and a fruit salad to eat. and he’d play the guitar.

He played his favorite songs and sit there for hours on that rock, the scene he lived many times before recreated for himself, alone and lonely. He’d play a few songs and then played some more, all the way until the sun began to set, then he’d pack up his things and leave and wait for the next two weeks to pass so he can do it all again.

This wasn’t a private beach by any means so more often than not, children would come running, asking if they could use his toys or listen to him play the guitar. He didn’t mind any of it, it reminded him of the days when that scene was livelier. When he didn’t feel as though he had been robbed of his most prized possessions, the bond he had made with them.

There were times when fellow mafioso would stumble upon him at that beach. He never said anything, and they’d never say anything either. Most times he was left alone, in fear of what he’d do to them if they interrupted. Other times, there was something of a silent understanding that as long as you did not lose or break anything of his than he did not care what you did or what you are there for.

Some people he knew very well would find him. Akutagawa, Gin, Tachihara, Hirotsu, Higuchi; they’ve all seen him and spent time with him, either playing with the toys or listening to the vibrato of his string instrument. He’s been caught by the agency and while there was some alarm there, Chuuya never did anything to them, he honored his friends’ deaths so he would honor this routine and it didn’t take long for the Agency to realize he meant no harm and even there, there was a mutual understanding that in that time, they would not fight.

No one really knew why he did all this. Only Ranpo and Dazai managed to guess why. For Ranpo, this gained Chuuya a level of respect from the older. It went unsaid and mostly ignored between the two that Ranpo knew everything. It wasn’t like he had any use for the information anyway.

Dazai had mixed feelings about it. In the past, he would have teased Chuuya for it, made a lot of noise, insult his playing and distract him just to piss him off, but as someone who knew what it was like to grieve and grieve for years over someone dear, he understood the feeling as even to this day, he routinely visited Bar Lupin and ordered a whiskey on the rocks, the last drink he had with Odasaku. It was an understanding that they both acknowledged and said nothing about.

He’d always grieve the death of the Flags; but he refused to let it consume his life so at the same that this was an honor to them, it was a release for him, so that he could remember to let go of the pain in his chest. He’d never truly get over it, but he knew how to manage it.

And if Adam ever visited him, just for a day. Then he told no one.

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Wow, okay that was supposed to be a headcanon but I went off, whoops-

Enjoy?

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #stormbringer #chuuya nakahara #chuuya headcanons #Dazai Osamu #the flags #port mafia #armed detective agency #manga spoilers #chuuya plays the guitar #chuuya likes the beach #this was a lot for absolutely no reason #grieving #reminiscing #adam frankenstein

[originalartblog]

Good morning~

#chuuya just scooted over to Dazai's side during the night. stole his pillow and everything #vee (@videogamelover) started sending me pictures of orange and black cats and saying they were skk (and co) #and of course there was a picture of two cats cuddling and it's been proven that it's the easiest way to make me draw cuddles #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #skk #soukoku #nawy's art #me drawing chuuya's legs: harukawa this is 4 u #featuring my (correct) opinions on what chuuya's living space would have in it #which are mostly music-related and some trinkets/pictures to remember people by #that guy is 22 and didn't have his own space + the will to make it his own until he was like 16-17 i will not accept 'fancy' designer looks #it's 2 sound systems some collector edition guitar mounted on the wall a vinyls collection and general punk/rock vibes all around #no he can't actually play any of the instruments in his home

[antoniosio]

imagine that adult soukoku acts like 15!skk when they're drunk. Since they had kinda fucked up teenage years, so they make up for it when they're drunk by doing activities they would do if they were teenagers once again.

#I actually have fanfic based on that #it's called #brush on a pale red ocean #and it's on ao3 #you can check it out #they will be playing on guitar in future chapters #boapro #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd #bungou gay dogs #skk #soukoku #15 soukoku #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #chuuya #chuuya nakahara

[kentopedia]

chuuya can secretly play the guitar send

#it fits him so so well #like ooh #an electric guitar #arctic monkeys esque songs u know #he bought one just bc it looked cool #an all black one #and then he was like u know what.. might as well see if i can play it #then he decided it was actually fun #but hes embarrassed >:( he won't tell anyone about it #and you walk in on him playing it one time when he's not expecting you #guitarist chuuya ... drools. #thoughts ꨄ

[aureatchi]

⚕ ᡣ𐭩 . ° . AND IF THERE WAS A PLACE I HAD TO CHOOSE…IT’D BE IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT. (bedroom session) ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa, sigma

— how the bsd men treat you when you’re sick. (& more)

a/n. started writing when i was sick djsjsja. tagging my moots who were under the weather anytime this month <3 to them & anyone else unwell, feel better soon !!

info. fem!reader. fluff. established relationships. light angst & hospital in akutagawa’s. chuuya plays the guitar. you play the piano in fyodor’s. sigma’s a chef. some inspo from RED for dazai & fyodor’s (our hcs!)

DAZAI will cuddle with you anyway, even when you are buried under bundles of blankets. he still thinks you need a little more warmth…and you look just too cute wrapped up in what resembles an igloo to not nuzzle with you! however, don’t be surprised when he blames you for making him sick once you recover, as if it wasn’t his fault.

“A-choo!” Your eyes were watery, you felt too cold for your liking, and it was harder than usual to breathe through your nose. Your sneeze made you sit up in discomfort, and you hastily pulled the covers toward you.

“‘Bella? Are you alright?” Dazai sat up next, meeting your eyes as you turned your face toward him.

He noticed how flushed your cheeks were and how watery your eyes were as you frowned—no, the first thought Dazai had wasn’t Oh no! You’re sick!

“Aw, love! You look so cute!” And he tackled you back down.

“Osamu!” you shouted as he lay practically atop you, squeezing you like a teddy bear.

“‘Samu!” you repeated once more. “You’re going to suffocate me!”

“You feel so cold, though, darling!” His reply was muffled as he buried his face into your neck.

“It’s like you’re trying to get yourself sick!”

He sat the both of you back up.

“H-huh? What’d you mean? Why would anyone willingly get sick?”

“Oh, I’m not sure either!” you exclaimed. “Maybe so you can use it as an excuse to skip wor-“

You sneezed again, interrupting your statement, seeing through Dazai’s plan.

“Bless you ‘bella!” he replied, a bit too excited. “What were you saying?”

“I. Was-” you sneezed again. And then twice. And then thrice.

“Aw, my poor baby!” Dazai spoke in his infantile voice. “Looks like you’re super sick…don’t you worry your pretty head about that. I have a solution.”

“Yes, please,” you responded—as best as you could with him pinching your cheeks—thinking Dazai would finally get up and bring you medicine so you didn’t have to do it yourself. That was, in fact, a terrible assumption.

“You trust me so well you didn’t even wait for me to tell you!”

“Uh-”

He then proceeded to pepper your entire face with kisses.

“Get-well kisses! They work better than medicine, trust me. Because these ones are made from lo-ove~.”

“Osamu!” you shouted. “You’re really going to get sick!”

“Do you really think I care, pretty?” He moved his face so his nose was touching yours. “I’ll tell you a secret. I know why I’d get willingly sick. So that I’ll be taken care of by my favorite girl in the world-“

“You’re so stupid!” you facepalmed. “You see being ill as a reward?”

“Yeah, I’ll make you believe so by the end of the day,” he winked. “I’m not going anywhere.”

…

Thankfully, Dazai did give you medicine to clear your stuffy nose. And then he told you to stay in bed while he would prepare you…breakfast.

“Oh no,” you said, knowing well that you mostly cooked the meals for a reason. Dazai was good at many things, but there were exceptions. He wasn’t the worst cook, but he certainly wasn’t the best.

“Wait, please trust me on this one!” he pleaded before you could get up. “I promise you I won’t burn the house down.”

The brunette was staring at you with dramatic puppy-dog eyes, and you were too tired to object any further.

“You have to make sure it’s edible, too,” you glumly replied.

…

It felt like almost an hour passed. You started to get worried—was he really struggling with cooking you something? You imagined the kitchen would be a chaotic nightmare by now, and it was enough to make you want to check on him.

But the moment you decided to get up, the door opened with Dazai bringing in a bowl of hot soup. Surprisingly, you could smell the aroma—and it was good.

“You really underestimated me, ‘bella?” Dazai smirked as he placed the bowl on a portable bed tray. “Bon appétit!”

“I haven’t even tried it yet,” you smiled back. “It might be the worst soup I’ve ever had.”

It wasn’t bad. You hated to admit it, but it tasted delicious.

“The virus must’ve affected my taste buds, too,” you chuckled. “Because for someone whose forte isn’t cooking, this tastes really good.”

Dazai wiped his head with a phew! “I actually…put in a lot of effort. I wanted to make sure I did it all right for you. Sorry it took so long.”

You wanted to hug him. You found it so adorable that he had really taken his time to make you something.

“Awe, thanks, Osamu,” you responded. “This was really sweet.”

“So…do I get a few kisses and back rubs as a thank you?” he asked.

“Sorry, back rubs? I’m the one sick; you should be the one giving me them!”

…

Dazai ended up giving you the massages in exchange for continuing to cling to you without complaint. You accepted and were defeated at this point—the man really wasn’t going anywhere.

He continued to stay with you until you felt better, and very unsurprisingly he spoiled your recovery celebration by becoming sick himself.

“Heh…” he mumbled as you looked at the thermometer with a frown. Contradicting was Dazai with a large smile, despite just finding out he had a fever.

“Your turn, ‘bella!” he exclaimed. “I already called Kunikida saying I’m going to be out for another week! This almost beats a vacation.”

“Osamu!”

“What? Any time spent with you feels just as amazing. And this is just a result of how well I’ve taken care of you.”

CHUUYA wants to make your recovery as comfortable and entertaining as possible—he doesn’t want his darling feeling mopey the entire time. after all, enjoying something distracts one from the botherations of being sick, right?

You hadn’t done as much as you would’ve liked today. Unfortunately, you were sick, but not to the point where you had to visit a doctor or were stuck in bed. It was an inconvenient gray area, where you were still able to do things but accompanied by the mild symptoms of a cold.

“Nah, doll, you’re just a workaholic.”

Chuuya laughed as you pouted while trying to do your laundry. Just because you were sick didn’t mean you should skip your chores. You would probably still go to work the next day, too—as long as you weren’t dying, you’d be alright.

You sort of felt like you were, though. You were overcome by a haze of debilitation, whether you wanted to admit it or not. But you couldn’t just sit around all day.

“I’m fine though, Chuu,” you replied, but a contradicting sneeze immediately followed.

“Your nose is saying something different,” he replied, handing you a tissue. “If you’re so bored, how ‘bout we do something actually fun? And won’t exhaust the life out of you?”

“Well, what are you thinking?” you asked, curious as you wiped your nose.

…

Chuuya had you sat by the table with a bowl and a box of cornstarch.

“Out of all people, it was Q who showed me this.” You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s not dangerous. It’s weird, but I can’t deny this entrances me.”

Chuuya poured some cornstarch into the container and added a cup of water. “It gets a little messy, but…” he started combining the contents until it became a gooey mixture.

You started giggling. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t the sort of crafts experiment you did as a kid.

“Chuu, this is quicksand. You’ve never made it before?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Quicksand? Nope. But look—if you play around with it, it becomes solid—isn’t that amazing? But if you let it go-“

“It turns back into liquid, yes,” you replied before you sneezed again.

“It’s so weird! What kinda manipulation is this?

You couldn’t help but laugh at how the Port Mafia executive was captivated by such a simple science project. You watched as he played around with the oobleck.

You realized you could live this day simply as well. You proceeded to make your own cool mixture as well.

“You got some on your face,” Chuuya said a little after you were finished with your venture and were washing your hands.

“Where?” you asked, about to touch your head.

“Right here,” you felt his thumb gently rub your cheek and then move around your neck to tug you closer.

“Just kidding.” He stole a kiss in its place.

…

Chuuya sat down on the edge of the bed with his guitar. It was late afternoon, and you decided for once a very needed nap. But not before your lover entertained you with one more thing.

“I’m gonna give ya a little performance.”

He strung his guitar several times and ensured everything was correctly tuned.

Your widened eyes in curiosity made his heart warm. You were so enamored with everything he did—just as he was utterly obsessed with you.

He started playing a familiar tune. Your favorite song. You immediately smiled despite your oncoming headache.

“One day, I think I’ll write my own song for you,” Chuuya said. “You work so hard, how couldn’t you be the inspiration of a ballad?”

You cherished times like these. Even though you were sick, you had the company of the soft, sweetheart side of the Mafia Executive.

FYODOR is full of surprises, and you falling ill is no exception. unexpectedly, he decides to let go of his schemes and responsibilities for the day, to make sure you’re feeling better.

He could already tell by your unusual exhaustion yesterday evening. You didn’t do anything that required more exertion than usual, and it was too frigid in the year for you to feel so hot.

Fyodor already knew you wouldn’t feel so good when you woke up the following day. Your cheeks were flushed, and your head was pounding. It even ached to sit up. It was the worst combination.

Feverishly, you sneezed. A tissue was immediately placed over your nose.

“Blow, milaya.”

You looked up at Fyodor, who was standing by the bed. His amethyst gaze fell upon you—his usual amalgam of tranquility and complacency looked a bit different today…was there a hint of concern shining through his eyes?

You took the tissue from his hands and blew your nose.

“You’re supposed to be at work, no?”

You tried your hardest not to get sick because of this reason. You would be another hassle on Fyodor’s list of endeavors. You hated the thought of contributing, especially when he was already stressed and occasionally neglected his own needs with what he already had to do.

“You would really expect me to when I had to carry you to bed last night?”

The previous evening was a blur. Sometime after dinner, the weather immediately flew over you, and all your energy just drained out.

“Ah.” You sneezed again into the tissue. “Well, I think I’ll be fine on my own. I know you have a lot on your hands. I can take care of myse-“

“Please believe me. You’re not being a burden,” Fyodor cut you off and directly addressed the point you had been dancing around. His hand found yours and started to massage your fingers. He felt ice cold against you—or perhaps, you were on fire.

“Is your throat sore? I’ll make you some tea.”

…

He didn’t leave you alone for too long. Fyodor returned with a cup of hot ginger tea that you immediately took, desperate for some relief for your throat. Your nose was quickly soothed by the warm, sharp aroma of the ginger as you held the mug close to your mouth.

If there was one thing you learned, there was a type of tea for every occasion. Fyodor had an entire cabinet dedicated to those beverages—all precisely arranged.

“Is it alright?” Fyodor asked as you sipped, the liquid alleviating the soreness in your throat.

“Yes, of course,” you replied. “Maybe after I can try to get up…” your voice trailed off as you struggled even to shift your position.

“What’s wrong?” Fyodor moved beside you again as you frowned.

“I feel really sore. Like I ran a marathon without stretching at all yesterday,” you dryly chuckled, even though that had not been the case at all. Your whole body ached; it felt uncomfortable to move anything, and you felt awfully weak.

Fyodor didn’t respond for a moment, thinking.

“You can still entertain yourself without moving. Do you want to read? I’ll bring you to the living room.”

You curtly nodded your head and picked out one of the many books on the large shelf before Fyodor carried you to the sofa in the next room.

“Stay on my lap,” he said, holding you by your waist when you tried to move away.

“I don’t want you to get sick too,” you replied, confused.

“I won’t, don’t worry. Besides, I’m doing a favor for you.”

He motioned for you to enjoy your book and not pay attention to him. So you did as he said—you flipped to the page you left off on and tried to immerse yourself in the plot.

It got easy to do so and lose track of reality because Fyodor started to massage you—hands moving in circular motions on your shoulders to ease and relax the pain on your joints.

You felt both too hot and cold alone on your bed earlier. But here, in the embrace of your lover, you could see the end of your little tunnel of fever.

“Thank you, Fedya,” you whispered sometime after.

…

He got up to do something on his own a little later, but not before tucking you into the softest blankets you owned on the couch. He admired you for a moment right after—a touch of amusement in his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” you asked with a pout. You felt like you were made into a burrito.

Fyodor had thought the same.

“Milashka,” he simply smiled.

You thought he went away to attend to the business he was able to at home—Fyodor was infamous for being a workaholic after all, but you were surprised once again when amidst your reading, you heard a melody coming from the other room. Rich and resonant, you realized he was practicing his cello.

You placed your book down and freed yourself from the warm blankets before making your way over to the next room, disregarding the dull pain that still accompanied you.

Fyodor didn’t pause as you entered and sat down on the piano’s stool. You opened the cover and placed your fingers on the keys before smoothly joining in with the composition you had secretly been learning while he was away so you could play with him.

He probably suspected it anyway, but you still smiled and felt a little pride as you harmonized with him without error—and while sick.

♬♩♫♪

There was a moment of silence after the final note. You felt at peace. The tune made you sleepy.

Fyodor stepped towards you, and you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

“You played it perfectly, lyubov,” he said before kissing your forehead. “How about a nap now as a reward?”

…

After a glass of water and an adjustment of the heater, Fyodor tucked you back under the covers. He checked your temperature with the back of his palm, and he was appeased to find that your fever had noticeably gone down.

You suddenly giggled, catching Fyodor off guard.

“Why are you giggling?”

“I had an observation,” you chirped. You wanted to tell him it was evident he had been stealing physical affection from you throughout the day and that he wasn’t sly, but alas, exhaustion had overcome you again.

You took his own hand in yours. “Wash your hands after,” you whispered before placing a kiss on his fingertips. “This was nice. I feel better because of you staying.”

AKUTAGAWA feels that the roles have been reversed because it is usually him who is sick, and you helping him get better. however, this time it’s you, and so he wants to repay all the care and love you showed him. for once, not to prove something, but to show proof of your adoration towards him.

You didn’t want Akutagawa to visit you that day. You had sent him a text earlier that you were sick—your pneumonia was so severe that you were admitted to the hospital. He immediately rushed over right after.

You told him he didn’t have to—truthfully, half of your heart didn’t want him to because of his already weakened immune system and his tendency to get sick easily.

Yet he still showed up at your bedside with a “get-better” box and pink tulips, a mask covering half his face.

“Ryu, I appreciate this so much,” you told him, a cough accompanying your statement. “But I promise you don’t need to stay—I don’t want you to get sick too.”

He didn’t respond before striding over to the sink as if he were in his own house, grabbing a vase and filling it with water. You watched him trim your flowers, place them in the container, and then putting it on the counter.

“Ryu…”

“You’re in the hospital. Do you think I could just go about my day like my girlfriend isn’t sick?”

Even though his tone was straightforward, his hand gently brushed away the hair covering your eyes.

He was visibly bothered. He hated seeing you in the hospital gown, lying on the bed. He hated the IV line attached to you and the distant beeps! of your vitals. Akutagawa went through this experience more often than not, and if not painful, it was always irritating and unpleasant.

He would never want you going through this, even once.

“Are you comfortable? Should I move you to one of the VIP rooms?”

“That’s not necessary, thank you though,” you replied. You noticed the exhaustive distress in his argentine eyes.

“I’m going to be okay, Ryu,” you reassured him. “I promise. Just don’t touch me for now.”

Akutagawa nodded. “Are you hungry? Is there anything you’re craving?”

“I want…something sweet,” you bashfully replied. “All the hospital food was savory…they missed a dessert.”

You could see the corners of his mouth slightly lift up—an unlikely smile, especially in a place like this. “No explanations are needed. I’ll be back.”

…

He returned with one of the sweets you always picked up whenever you went grocery shopping and a couple of figs for himself. Akutagawa didn’t like sugary things that much, but this fruit he could eat for days. He indeed ate one a day—you were able to observe how long he would be gone on a mission based on how many figs he brought with him.

Akutagawa had brought two today. Was he planning to stay with you overnight? You knew he hated the hospitals—he would never willingly go to one.

Yet here he was, pulling up a chair by your bedside.

“I brought a book,” he said. “Can I read to you?”

“Of course,” you replied. “I didn’t feel like using the TV here anyway, so nothing’s been entertaining.”

The onyx-haired pulled out a book from his coat.

“Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest,” he started.

When Akutagawa was sick, you often read him children’s stories to combat his restlessness. He was calmed by your voice and fell asleep faster than any over-the-counter medication ever worked.

The first time you had found him in the hospital before you were even in a relationship with him, you introduced him to The Little Prince. At first, he scoffed and turned his back the other way, pretending not to listen. But his furrowed brows relaxed, and his frown lifted as you continued with the story—the theme of the openmindedness of children compared to adults, loneliness, love, and loss all gave him something to think about.

Eventually, the book became a source of comfort and light to Akutagawa, and now he had his own copy.

"‘And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.’” By the time Akutagawa had gotten to that part, you had dozed off into a nap.

…

When you finally awoke, the curtains were closed, and the only source of light came from an ambient lamp on the nightstand. And in this night, you also felt a soft pressure on your legs—Akutagawa’s head. He had fallen asleep too, with the book still flipped to a page.

You felt both adoration and woe in your heart. He was sacrificing comfort and possibly his health for you. You desperately felt the need to stroke through his white-tipped raven hair, but you didn’t want to heighten any more chances.

You fell asleep again after minutes of watching your lover’s chest delicately rise and fall, just as he carried his true self without his violent front.

…

Akutagawa stayed until you woke up the following day. He went out to do some errands and then returned with a small gift for you he picked up during the day. That was the routine he followed for the next three days, always content to find you better than the previous day until you were all better.

A nurse came in with a final evaluation and discharged you. You changed into new clothes Akutagawa had brought you before running up and embracing him.

He hugged you back tightly, relieved that you were finally out. He turned to the vase of the pink tulips, which were starting to wither.

“Just in time,” he said.

“The get-well-soon flowers,” you giggled, taking your first good look at them. You loved how he knew of flower symbolism.

“Let’s get out of here,” Akutagawa said, holding out his hand for yours to take. “I despise dwelling in this place any longer.”

SIGMA is worried sick, even though you’re the one sick. how could he not, especially when he isn’t with you? are you feeling alright? drinking enough water? eating well?

“You’re sick?” Sigma asked over the phone.

“Is it my fault? I mean, I was feeling unwell last week, but I got better in a day, so I didn’t think it was that serious…”

“No, it wasn’t; please don’t worry,” you replied. You hated when your lover blamed your problems on himself. “But yeah, it sucks. I even lost my smell! I can’t smell anything.”

“Really?” You sensed his worry through the call.

“Do you need to go to a doctor? I can pick you up and take you there—or I can call the doctor to your house if you’d prefer that-“

“No, it’s okay! It’s not that serious; I’ll be fine in a few days,” you said. “I just wanted to let you know because I won’t be able to see you for a week. But don’t worry about me. I’ll update you.”

“Oh, I see,” Sigma responded. “Alright then.”

Firstly, Sigma was most definitely worried. Secondly, you couldn’t smell? He knew how much you loved the dulcet scents of the desserts he created and the delicate fragrances of your favorite flowers. You must’ve been even a little upset when you realized that sense was gone.

Of course, he wasn’t going to leave you to battle the viruses alone, despite you having just said you didn’t plan to see him until you got better. So, the part lilac, part pearly-haired immediately set out to plan a sweet surprise for you.

…

The next day, Sigma showed up at your front door with a homemade bento box and a few bags of groceries.

“What are you doing here?”

“I at least have to check if you’re eating well.”

One thing that hadn’t changed since meeting Sigma was the butterflies in your stomach feeling. He always showed nothing but ultimate consideration and compassion towards you, treating you like royalty.

“I’m trying,” you replied honestly. “Everything tastes the same. I can’t smell any of it.”

“Maybe it’ll be more appealing if the food looks nice.” With that, he walked to the dining table.

“You haven’t had lunch yet?” You nodded, expectably to him.

“Sit down, love.” He pulled out one of the chairs. You followed him, taking a seat as he prepared your meal—putting a placemat on the table and setting the bento box on top.

You opened the container, and you were revealed with an assortment of the prettiest foods. For the first time this week, you were hungry.

The ones that caught your eye the most were the rice balls decorated to look like chibi versions of you and Sigma. A part of you didn’t want to ruin something so cute.

“What—this is so cute, Sigma! You’re so creative,” you complimented him. “It’s like you cook with magic.”

You noticed Sigma’s cheeks tint a rosy pink. “T-thank you. Go ahead and eat while I prepare your dessert.”

“Dessert?” you asked as you eyed the remaining grocery bags he was holding.

“You’re going to bake here?” You weren’t complaining, but you wondered why he didn’t decide to do it at his place.

“Yeah. That way, it’ll taste the best. Everything tastes the best when it’s freshly baked.”

…

You ended up eating everything. Sigma’s cooking never failed to impress you, even for a previously sated stomach.

“I finished!” you exclaimed, earning a smile from Sigma in the kitchen.

You hadn’t paid attention to what he was making in the meantime. He had put the tray of mystery into the oven a few minutes ago, so you were unable to see what it was.

“It’ll be done in twenty minutes,” Sigma said, walking over to you and taking your hand. “Was it good?”

“Very tasty; I’m full now,” you replied, looking up at him. His ashen eyes shone a gleam of fondness once he made eye contact with you, causing him to fluster again. He was so cute—at times, Sigma still acted like a schoolboy with a crush on you.

“You know your body makes room for dessert,” he noted coyly.

He guided you to stand up, and as you did, a familiar scent softly breezed past you.

The smell of your favorite muffin—and the smell of Sigma’s kitchen. It was faint, but it was there. Your eyes widened in wonder.

“Wait, Sigma—I can smell this!”

Even though it was a bit dramatic, you were cheerful to finally be able to smell any thing after a couple of days. You spun with Sigma around the room in delight. Surrounded by the aroma that made you feel truly at home and the sunrays through the windows, you started to dance together.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked, a bit concerned you were spinning around while feeling unwell.

“Yes,” you reassured him, drawing Sigma into an embrace. “I’m just thrilled right now. I think you’re cooking does have magic.”

…

The muffins were out and looked mouthwatering. Sigma took the first one from the tray and peeled down the wrapper.

“First taste is yours,” he said, taking your palm and placing the pastry in your hand.

“Today, I’ll be Sigma’s food critic,” you joked among the two of you. “He’s baked my favorite muffin—I’m rea-ally picky about this dessert, for your information. So I’m going to be really harsh on this review…”

Catching him off guard, you ate the entire sweet in one bite. You started laughing when Sigma abruptly gasped.

“Mm! That was delicious!” you declared, trying to sound like you were trying this for the first time. However, it contradicted the way you were reaching for a second one. Sigma had made this for you hundreds of times before—there was never one time you refused a muffin from him.

“Eleven out of ten!”

“And so are you,” Sigma added, bopping you on the nose. “If my cuisine does involve magic, then I hope that the food works better than medicine.”

bea’s acoustic songs are always so calming & pretty; in my mind, this is what chuuya plays for me. <3

i saw you said you were sick on the dash this month, i’m glad you’re feeling better by now/feel better soon, this is for you <3 @lovedazai @cheriiyaya @chuuyrr @osaemu @atlasnessie

i heard if you rb, your fav will give you get-well kisses until you feel better !! reblogs are cherished; they are what support me the most <3

© AUREATCHI 2024. no reposts or translations. do not steal. dividers by cafekitsune.

#₊ ⊹˚✉︎𑁤 with love; reverie #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai fluff #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya fluff #bsd chuuya #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor fluff #fyodor bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa fluff #bsd akutagawa #sigma x reader #sigma fluff #bsd sigma #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd headcanons #aureatchi

[chuuya-fan-page]

Between Dazai and the Flags they probably managed to introduce Chuuya to Dumb Teenager Shit™ right? Because I doubt the sheep did all that much kid shit, sure they had the arcade but other than that?

Dazai dragging Chuuya to the movie theater and pausing outside and saying something like "Oh no they don't allow dogs, too bad let's go home" and Chuuya being like "Fuck that, we are watching this movie"

Albatross telling Chuuya that it is necessary for Mafia members to know how to play Go Fish and Spoons and Old Maid and Garbage and other dumb card games.

The Flags playing Never Have I Ever with Chuuya and then Albatross dragging him out the next night to "give him a fair shot at winning next time"

Parkour attempts. Chuuya getting told using his ability i cheating. Chuuya telling them they're just mad they suck.

Sticking Chuuya on a skateboard, handing him a jumprope and pulling him down a street in a car. Letting Chuuya drive next and pull someone else.

The Flags piling into the back of a truck and fucking gunning it down a road bc one of them knows a spot. They come back smelling like weed and having learned Chuuya gets drunk very fast.

Them playing Mario Cart with shopping carts in a parking lot. Chuuya being told if he keeps making people lighter they're gonna make him play with Dazai.

Chuuya picking up random skills because his dumbass friends coworkers kept getting him into situations where he needed it.

Chuuya finding out that a lot of the flags know how to play at least one instrument and deciding to learn how to play two. Drums and guitar.

Of course now most of the city is covered in memories that make Chuuya remember that his friends are gone.

-E

#bsd #i love nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya fan page #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya bsd #skk #soukoku #bsd the flags #the flags #the flags bsd

[lapetitebabydoll]

Hii lovelies I'm Azaiyah!💌

She/her

A white swan 🦢

5teen

January 22

Christian 💕

ྀི♡

I enjoy fashion, reading, daydreaming, studying, playing my instruments (piano, electric and acoustic guitar), baking, music (espically romantic or classical), journaling, scrolling through pinterest, shopping, playing tennis, and golf, watching new movies, rewatching gilmore girls!!

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

My color pallet ~ light pinks, cream, beige, white, brown

Most cherished bands/ artists ~ beabadoobee , twice, Ariana grande, laufey, radiohead, lana del rey, sza, the beatles, tchaikovsky, cigarettes after sex, artic monkeys, etc

Beloved movies ~ the prince of Egypt, Joseph king of dreams, black swan, mr church, beautiful boy, to all the boys, girl interrupted, Jennifer's body, princess diaries, the virgin suicides, the perks of being a wallflower, everything everything, monster in paris,etc

Shows dearest to me ~ Gilmore girls, when I fly towards you,criminal minds, ghost whispers, pride and prejudice (1995, the summer i turned pretty, the nanny, Anne with an e, strawberry shortcake (the old versions), etc

Books & poems I adore ~the bible, veil,the little prince, valley of the dolls, the virgin suicides, crime and punishment, Anabel lee, for Annie, the tell tale heart, gone girl, to all the boys, the summer I turned pretty, lolita, the poems of chuuya nakahara, no longer human, the bell jar, the pictures of dorain gray, etc

My sports ~ tennis, golf, figure skating, and cheer 💌

Admired quote ~ "She smelled like white roses and felt as fragile and satiny as her dress"

Dream job ~ l&d nurse, florist, appeal designer

Other socials

https://linktr.ee/cheriezai

Other blogs ~ @cheriezai (french blog), @angelfashion444 (fashion blog)

#coquette #pink #coquette dollete #sweet #pinterest girl #lana del rey #girlblogger #it girl

[akutasoda]

omfg dazai and chuuya with a rockstar gf bro 🙏🙏

love that can light up a stage

synopsis - they truly are your number one fan

includes - dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, reader is a rockstar, fluff, slight crack?, wc - 459

a/n: genius. wasn't quite sure if you wanted them together so i did them separate, lmk if you wanted otherwise!

osamu dazai ★↷

↪he probably listened to your songs unironically but never bothered to learn who you actually were, not until he heard you speaking and started connecting some dots about your voice.

↪so before you two even got together he was secretly fangirling over you as he did quite like your music. and that only increased tenfold when you two actually got together - but you never found out until later.

↪absolutely would buy any of your merch should you choose to have some, either way your albums/cds are kept safe and sound in pristine condition. that's probably how you found out he was a fan, after he asked if he got special access to your stuff.

↪if you did live events you bet he would show up regardless. front row and everything, cheering you on and helping you relax backstage afterwards telling you how well you did.

↪he called himself your number fan and you definitely didn't doubt that. would shamelessly glare at your fans and, if you were okay with it, would gloat about your relationship and be more than happy to show it off.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪probably just stumbled across your music, a stark contrast to his normal taste but a welcome one nonetheless. he immediately took a liking too it and decided that you were someone he thoroughly enjoyed listening too on repeat.

↪however you met, he probably would immediately recognise your voice but became so confused on what to do as he never wanted to come across as a creepy fan but he still wanted to greet you. so going into the relationship you were well aware of him being a fan.

↪you even were the one that joked that because you were dating he was your number one fan unknowing that he took that very serious and did start claiming he was your number one fan. and he probably was and not just because you two were together.

↪he definitely keeps a whole separate case specifically for your albums/cds and keeps them so clean you start to doubt they even were sold that shiny. and similar to if you sold merch, he owns all of it and keeps it in perfect condition.

↪the type to but you the best if whatever you played, mainly guitars, always insisting and would buy the most expensive tickets for your live events if you did them. even though you would tell him it wasn't necessary constantly.

↪he would also like to join you backstage after your shows. treating you to whatever as you did so well constantly during your performances. even if he sent some fans death glares as he could get quite jealous sometimes.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Thinking about a student s/o whose friend see her with Chuuya when he’s doing something expensive or like idk and after that they’re like "Wtf aren’t you supposed to be broke ?"

not really a request I just wanted to say it somewhere.

Honestly, thats a cool idea if you think about it. Like??? Normal student Y/N to tired to self care makes her image broke and the next moment the mean girls trio see her and her boyfriend at idk? A 5 star icecream parlour?(Trust me, where I live, Icecream parlors ARE SO EXPENSIVE) Arcade? 5 Star hotel's resturant? OR A FUN PLAY AREA LIKE TRAMPOLINE PARK? MAYBE A BAND'S CONCERT???

Like hear me out: Chuuya literally never thinks a second for making a payment for you, and it breaks him everytime when you pay for your stuff but he DOESNT stop you from doing it because He wishes you would be independent and that he respects your decision.

yk those secretive meets with an artist and there are handful of ppl in the room with the artist? Yeah think of that and:

Singer: Thank you for coming today, Let me get my guitar.

People wishpering: BLAH BLAH BLAH (its not important here anyways)

Rich girl 1: wishpers Arent that Y/N???

Rich girl 2: She is???

Rich girl 3: Y/n arent you suppose to be broke to afford this smirks

Y/N: Yeah yall dumb

Chuuya: Sorry am late

Rich girl 2: Whispering She probably takes money from her boyfriend

Rich girl 3: Ngl he's hot

Y/N: Noo worries, Brother would be here any moment

Rich girl 1: Naw She's trippin

Singer: ANyways ThIS soNG is fOR mY SibLINg Y/N

ok so i lost creativity in the scene but HEAR ME OUT an alternative scene where Y/N and Dazai and Chuuya are there and the girls make comment smthg smthg and:

Chuuya: Do they know you work part time in the mafia

Y/N: If they knew, they wouldnt be alive rn

Dazai: YK, Its not illegal to murder someone if it means as an act of defense.

THIS THOUGHT WOULD BE THE TYPICAL FANFIC HC but dazai being like a sibling to y/n>>>>

Personally I think rather then the 'older brother' aura, Dazai would be a 'Younger Brother who cant spell apple' Kind of brother and 10/10 steal Y/N from Chuuya or rather kidnap her during their date.

Hide and seek Y/N edition.

#sbd on crack #sbd chuuya asks #bungo stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd headcanons #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd crack #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #x reader #chuuya x reader

[rocker-chuuya]

ooo~ Another chuuya who plays rock music (. ─ ᴗ ─ .) you both clearly were attracted too the guitar too!! - @haitoku-no-kodou (popstar!dazai au)

God, not another Dazai... When will it end..

#ask #band chuuya #bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya #chuuya nakahara #roleplay #bungou stray dogs chuuya #band #band au #bsd roleplay

[kryptonian-in-winterfell]

Soukoku 50 First Dates AU

Just Know I Loved You All Along

“This is Chuuya. Apparently, he’s my boyfriend. According to Kunikida, Chuuya has been harassing me for the past six months. According to Yosano and Ranpo, we’ve been dating. Chuuya hates it when I make fun of his height. His favourite colour is red. He loves his motorcycle. His favourite drink is red wine. He’s really good at playing the piano. Not as good at the guitar. Chuuya loves you.” Or: A 50 First Dates AU, in which Dazai wakes up in a stranger’s bed, but apparently this stranger is his husband? At least he’s cute.

Quick fluffy one-shot.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs #ao3 fanfic

[n0t-vzin1s]

bf!chuuya headcannons

gn!reader x chuuya

a/n: i'm so surprised at how much attention dazais hc post got so here's chuuya

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small nsfw warning?? only mentions sex

where do i even begin with him

he's probably never been in a relationship before, and if he has it was only for sex

so when you (undoubtedly) ask him out he's a little hesitant

and by that i mean

he probably outright avoided you for two weeks straight until you surprised him in his office

and even then he puts his career in first place

"i'm an executive, you'll be targeted"

ok and

what if we can defend ourself?

what then chuuya

he's super sweet, i can assure you that much

gets into arguments with you about the most stupidest shit

you or him are probably super petty and will just ignore eachother until the other admits they were wrong.

hint: it'll probably be you

chuuyas got a short fuse so if he has to admit he's wrong you've got a one way ticket to hell

like dazai, he teaches you self defence

and then gets his ass beat by you

idk he probably sleeps with a stuffed animal in his bed that dazai gave him when they were teenagers

just outright refuses to get rid of it

dresses fancy. no matter the occasion. which means you have to match him. sorry.

probably plays an instrument or something

i'm imagining guitar or violin idk

his room has a lot of photographs from his younger years

(they're all him and dazai)

when you question him about them, he clams up and stays quiet

family man

he never really.. had one, growing up

so if he has any friends with kids he's already offered to baby sit

surprisingly gentle with kids

he's rich so he probably will buy you anything you so much as LOOK at once.

what's that? you glanced at this plant in a store?

he's already at the register paying for it.

romantic dates!!

walking through the park with your hands intertwined was probably his favourite

or the time he took you to a pond and went swimming with you at three in the morning, proceeded by watching the sun rise

little spoon

there is no way in hell this man is a big spoon

likes painting with you

but he sucks at painting so you'll draw something magnificent and he's got a circle

surprisingly

he has to take a lot of vitamins due to deficiencies

lets you wear his hat often

everyone used to warn you to never touch his hat but now he just straight up sets it on your head

lots n lots n lots of playing games with him

or playing with his hair while he rages in a cod lobby

when the lobby hears you talking to him and him talking back they make fun of him for being a softy

they are found dead later.

LOVES when you braid his hair

will never admit it though

watches your favourite shows and movies with you

instead of buying you flowers on your first date, he brought you a lego BOUQUET of flowers. that way they'd never die and you'd have the memory forever

has yoh paint his nails for him since he's too shaky to do it himself

cuts his own hair and offers to cut yours

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it kinda just occurred to me how much i have going on in my life

1. coding a story

2. publishing on wattpad (@/talesbyraven)

3. editing on tiktok (@/sirjuuzou)

like it doesn't seem like MUCH but it's a lot considering how much time it takes up.

i coded today for maybe 5hrs and got 160 lines done, which a CHAPTER has around 2000-8000 per chapter. 🤷‍♀️

publishing depends on my mood, although it has been messed up for the last month but i used to publish once everyday, but since it's changed i've been stressed out.

editing can be time consuming, and depending on if it's a transition edit or just shakes and whatnot it can take between 15 minutes to an hour and a half, and it's hard finding the motivation lol.

#chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #bsd chuuya #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #head canon #chuuya hcs #chuuya headcanons #chuuya fluff #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuyabsd #chuuya supremacy #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons

[sephal0pod]

Instruments I think BSD characters would play !! (ft. the ADA and the PM!)

Atsushi - Flute. Guy flute energy radiates off of him at Chernobyl levels.

Dazai - Piano, but he could probably play any instrument if he tried hard enough.

Ranpo - Alto Sax, but only because he likes using flavoured reeds.

Kunikida - Basson. A percentage of his salary goes to buying reeds.

Yosano - Oboe. Tried repairing the chips in her reed with her ability (didn’t work).

Kyouka - Piccolo! Tiny instrument for the tiny detective :3

Tanizaki - Trumpet (offensively).

Kenji - Any percussion instrument, but specifically the cowbell.

Fukuzawa - Timpani. His patience is only challenged when tuning it.

Naomi - Cello. Does everything but practice in the practice rooms.

Chuuya - Electric guitar, acoustic guitar, all the guitars and any guitar.

Kouyou - Harp, but in a casual way.

Akutagawa - Violin. Only corrects his posture when performing at concerts.

Gin - Bass clarinet. She’s just so cool so obviously she has to play the raddest instrument.

Higuchi - Trombone. Wishes she could carry the PM as much as she carries the band.

Tachihara - Drumkit, and refuses to play anything else except for the snare drum.

Mori - Mainly conducts, but also knows how to play piano + other string instruments.

Hirotsu - Tuba, but had to switch to percussion because he doesn’t have enough lung capacity.

Kajii - Tenor Sax. Whenever he makes a mistake he says it’s just “jazz”.

Verlaine - French Horn.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #ada #headcanon #pm #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd yosano #bsd kyouka #bsd akutagawa #bsd fukuzawa #bsd kouyou #bsd kenji #bsd kajii #bsd mori #bsd tachihara #bsd gin #bsd higuchi #bsd ranpo #bsd hirotsu #bsd verlaine #bsd tanizaki #bsd naomi #bsd kunikida

[wtowingedtragicobsidian]

DEH "Requiem" but reimagined to fit Chuuya

It would be a rock ballad cover that starts w/ heavy instrumental accompaniment and ends acapella (electric guitar/drums/bass->bass/piano->piano->vocal only)

Why should I play this game of pretend? Remembering through a secondhand sorrow? The youngest executive and other half of double black Oh, don't the tears just pour? I could curl up and hide in my room There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow I could give in to all of the gloom But tell me, tell me what for Why should I have a heavy heart? Why should I start to break in pieces? Why should I go and fall apart for you? Why should I play the grieving boy and lie Saying that I miss you When I saw there wasn’t any light behind those eyes? -I don’t miss you-

I let you into my world, but you wouldn’t stay Leaving these broken pieces behind you Everything wasted, nothing to say -I don’t care-

I hear your voice, I feel you near We’re trading insults, you lean in too close And now that I know these memories won’t let me escape you -It doesn’t matter-

Why should I have a heavy heart?

Why should I say I'll keep waiting? Why should I go and fall apart for you?

Why should I play the grieving boy and lie Saying that I miss you I always knew there was never light behind your eyes? (maybe I should have looked harder)

I will not miss you Tonight 'Cause when the traitors flee, the kingdoms never weep No one lights a candle to remember No, no one mourns at all When they lay them down to sleep So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white After all you put me through Don't say it wasn't true That you were not the partner demon That I knew

'Cause I cannot play the grieving boy and lie Saying that I miss you And that you might have actually meant something

I promised myself I wouldn’t care

I promised myself I wouldn’t miss you

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, tonight

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #skk #soukoku #the original song fits his character surprisingly well #but i needed to make i just slightly angrier #could be platonic or romantic #song transcript

[maxwritesalot]

Ships And Ship Headcanons For The BSD High School AU Fanfic I’m Making🥳🙌

(I began writing this yesterday :0)

(This is really long lol! These also aren’t all the ships, I’m thinking about making headcanons of the other ships that’ll be in the fanfic! There will be angst/NSFW, but mostly SFW !)

Warning.

These headcanons/soon-to-come-out fanfic will have PROSHIP/COMSHIP/DARKSHIPS, and some graphic/triggering topics that might make you or some uncomfortable, so, if you don’t like it, RESPECTFULLY LEAVE!

[ None of this art is mine/belongs to me, but I did edit/make the images for the ships you’re about to see! ]

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Ships/Headcanons:

Junichirō x Tachihara (TaniTachi)

Best Friends ➜ Crush ➜ Dating

♪

𝄞

• They play guitar together!

• They take a bus to school and they always sit next to each other and listen to music with headphones!! 🎶🤍

• Junichirō enjoys taking walks, while Tachihara rides a skateboard:3. After school, they sometimes go to clothing stores, Junichirō walks while Tachihara rides his skateboard!

• Junichirō buys Tachihara bandaids with little cats and bears on them lol! Tachihara thinks it’s cute 🩹

• (a little nsfw) Tachihara and Junichirō skip class sometimes to make out behind the school😭. (They got caught once)

Akutagawa x Chuuya (AkuChuu)

Friends ➜ Best Friends ➜ Crush ➜ Dating

⌖

. ‘⟡

• Akutagawa fell for Chuuya, and Chuuya fell for Akutagawa harder❤️‍🩹

• Chuuya likes to take Akutagawa in a field and they just shoot at trash cans lol! (Idea from my wonderful girlfriend @catmelonwriting ❤️)

• Akutagawa and Chuuya go behind the school to smoke. No reason much, just to be with each other. (They’re also the ones that caught Junichirō and Tachihara one time)

• Chuuya and Akutagawa always have lollipops and always swap them hehe!

• Akutagawa enjoys biting and kissing Chuuya’s neck. :3

• Akutagawa and Chuuya go on double dates with Junichirō and Tachihara!❤️🤍

(Bratty Sub Akutagawa and Hard Dom Brat Taming Chuuya🙏❤️)

Dazai x Atsushi (DazAtsu)

Crush ➜ Friends ➜ Dating

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• They met on Atsushi’s first day of school, but met again in the Library (when Atsushi began to have a crush on Dazai:3)

• They go to the Library together a lot!

• When they started dating, they went on dates to Café Uzumaki all the time hehe! (I love Café Uzumaki if you can’t tell)

• They write poems together!! (TOTALLY not a reference to me and my lovely girlfriend)

• Dazai buys Atsushi flowers and plushies, Atsushi buys Dazai bandages and coffee.

• (nsfw) Dazai and Atsushi don’t make out a lot, but if they do, they do in the school bathroom because why not hehe! Atsushi sucks Dazai off a LOT😭.

• Dazai gets A’s and B’s, and only gets one D. While Atsushi has B’s and C’s and only one A, so they help each other :3

Fyodor/Fedya x Nikolai/Kolya (Fyolai)

One-sided friendship ➜ Crush ➜ ? Dating ¿

( kinda S/A warning ? )

🃁

, 𓆩♱𓆪

𖦹₊⊹

• Fyodor plays with Nikolai’s hair a lot! He always puts Nikolai’s hair in braids, ponytails, buns, etc.

• Nikolai sometimes holds Fyodors hand during class! Fyodor doesn’t like it, but Nikolai loves it!:3

• They both try to manipulate each other which rarely works.

• (Angst?) Nikolai has wanted to date Fyodor but Fyodor refused (internalized homophobia) . Nikolai kind of forced him into a relationship with him. Their relationship is very one-sided.

• Nikolai always gives Fyodor kisses (even without consent). 😣

• Nikolai sometimes forces himself onto Fyodor, which Fyodor of course doesn’t like at all. Sometimes Fyodor just goes along with it.

Higuchi x Gin (HiguGin)

( teacher x student )

teacher/student ➜ Crush ➜ Dating (slightly toxic)

( warning pedophilia, slight S/A )

ꫂ  ၴႅၴ

ּ ֶָ֢. ( ၴႅၴ

• Gin is the student, and Higuchi is the teacher💚

• At first, Higuchi had a crush on Akutagawa but he rejected her. Gin, being Akutagawa’s sister, of course looking like him; Higuchi went after her instead.

• Gin, like Akutagawa, refused. But Higuchi continued to pester Gin anyway.

• (Angst?) Higuchi would S/A/do sexual advances on Gin until Gin finally gave in.

• Gin actually fell in love with Higuchi a little after they began dating.

• They try on lipstick together and kiss each otherrrrnnn!!!:3

• Higuchi sometimes asks Gin to stay after class so they can kiss, hug, etc. Higuchi always says it’s about Gins behavior so no one suspects anything.

John x Lovecraft (SteinCraft)

Best Friends ➜ Dating

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࿆ ⟢

• They love drawing on each other’s papers!

• John’s really good at doing hairstyles, so he always does Lovecraft’s hair because Lovecraft doesn’t know how to do it much since he has so much hair!

• They hug a lot in every class they have together :3

• During lunch they always go under the school stairs to eat there! (Like most couples do irl except to have sex which they rarely have😭)

• They are known as the “perfect couple” ❗️💜

• John and Lovecraft like to eat fruits together, especially grapes!!!!!!!! :3

Shibusawa x Atsushi (ShibuAtsu)

( teacher x student )

teacher/student ➜ Obsession ➜ Dating (toxic)

(I love toxic/abusive ShibuAtsu💕)

( warning pedophilia, grooming, S/A )

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• Shibusawa is the teacher, and Atsushi is the student!💕

• Atsushi is the “teachers pet”:3

• Shibusawa nicknames Atsushi “angel”. (Dead Apple ref lol)

• (Angst?) Like Gin and Higuchi, Shibusawa makes Atsushi stay after class. The first time he did, Shibusawa groomed him and S/A’d him. Atsushi was confused and didn’t understand why it happened.

• They started dating after Shibusawa forced Atsushi to because he threatened to drop his grade to an F!:(

• Shibusawa and Atsushi don’t go on dates, they just stay in Shibusawas classroom :P

Wow! Thanks so much for reading this! This took 13 hours in total 😭 ! I really hope you like it❗️

Also, I’m so sorry if I don’t post for a while again! I’m dealing with a very serious problem going on in a few days, so, my dearest apologies!

#bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd hcs #headcanon #proshippers please interact #proship #fanfic #bsd junichiro #bsd tachihara #bsd akutagawa #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd atsushi #bsd fyodor #bsd nikolai #bsd fyolai #bsd higuchi #bsd gin #bsd john steinbeck #bsd lovecraft #bsd shibusawa #bsd nakajima atsushi

[kaeyx]

16!reader showing 16!chuuya their new ps2 and then they play guitar hero and then they kiss (based off of my childhood experience)

Omg.... yes absolutely. But Chuuya needs to rage quit through the fire and flames before you calm him down with a kiss

#chuuya.bsd