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☆ married man
kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis: nobody at the agency knew that kunikida was married, and kunikida is reminded why he never tells anyone. (meant to be viewed as romantic)
the lowercase is intentional !
- warnings: suicide [mentioned once].
there was a ring always seated on kunikida's ring finger. many at the armed detective agency noticed it, but they didn't question the man on it. many wondered why kunikida had it on his finger in the first place, but they knew that if they asked about it they wouldn't get an answer. kunikida wasn't one to openly talk about his private life and matters.
of course, there were people like dazai who always questioned and annoyed kunikida. ever since dazai noticed the ring on his partner's finger, he didn't stop teasing the other about it.
"oh nice ring! it seems like you have a mrs don't you, kunikida?" dazai asked the blonde, a laugh escaping his lips after he finished speaking. the only answer dazai got was a grunt.
dazai also tried multiple times to look into kunikida's notebook, trying to pry for something about a spouse. his efforts were of no use, however. it seemed like kunikida was prepared for every situation regarding his colleagues (or rather just dazai) finding out about his spouse.
nobody, not even dazai, could crack kunikida into making him talk about the ring that he wore. no matter how much attempts were made, kunikida kept quiet, not letting even a single peep escape about a spouse.
however, on one unassuming day, a certain visitor came to the agency. it was a young man that nobody knew, perhaps a new client or person who needed the help of those with abilities. but, all those ideas were wrong. someone in the agency knew this man very well.
"i'm very sorry to disturb your hard work.. but kunikida left his lunch at home today." the man explained politely to dazai, who just happened to open the door for him, holding a wrapped bento box in his hands.
dazai's face turned into a wicked grin, knowing that he could take this as the opportunity to tease kunikida. this teasing was probably going to last forever now.
dazai could see the glint of a ring resting on the man's ring finger, and his grin only grew. the ring was similar to kunikida's and now everything made sense. this stranger and kunikida were married.
"kunikida!" dazai called out, turning to face the inside of the agency's office now. "there's someone here for you!" dazai continued to call out, trying to keep himself from laughing.
kunikida was confused, he didn't expect someone to be at the door for him. then again, he wouldn't be surprised if dazai was just lying to him about someone waiting for him.
the blonde haired man walked over to the front door, standing besides dazai to look at the person standing on the other side. kunikida was shocked, to say the less. he didn't expect his husband to be here of all people.
"[name]? love? what are you doing here?" kunikida muttered under his breath, trying to be subtle so dazai didn't hear what he had just said. of course, it was of no use. dazai heard what kunikida had said and his smirk just continued to grow.
"you forgot your lunch at home." [name] replied, a soft smile on his face as he held out the bento box for kunikida to take. [name]'s voice was clear, he wasn't muttering like how his husband was.
kunikida sighed and he took the box from [name]'s hands, smiling back at him before nodding. he was grateful that his husband was so kind and considerate, but now his secret was going to be spilled to everyone in the agency because of dazai's big mouth.
"thank you, love. i'll see you later at home, okay?" kunikida responded. he then leaned towards [name] and gave the other man a kiss on the forehead. he figured he might as well since dazai probably already knew what was going on.
then, [name] walked away from the agency and he made about his day as usual. he had no worries in the world currently, unlike his husband was going to have in a moment.
kunikida shut the door and he turned towards dazai, his eyes narrowed on the brunette. "you do not utter a word of this to anyone, got it?" kunikida spoke, his tone harsh and authoritative. it was a similar tone to that of when he was a maths teacher.
dazai just nodded to kunikida, putting on a facade that he was going to stick to kunikida's words. but, everyone and their mother knew that that was not going to be the case.
"did you guys know that-" dazai started speaking as he walked back into the agency's office. there was a wide smirk still plastered on his face. "kunikida has a husband!"
the brunette's voice was heard from multiple detectives. everyone turned to look at dazai, a few of them with shock on their faces - some more than others.
"oh? a husband?" yosano asks, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at kunikida. kunikida was standing not so far behind dazai, an unamused expression on his face. "i always figured you were married. i mean, the ring on your finger gives it away." yosano continues, grinning at the married man.
a string of whispers followed yosano's comments. the other members were all talking to eachother about this news, wanting to find out about kunikida's husband, wanting to meet the man too.
"i knew you were married this whole time, kunikida." ranpo continued speaking, standing up and giving the younger man a pat on the shoulder. "my detective skills helped me figure it out a while ago." ranpo hums.
"now that we know, it would be rude not to introduce us to the man of honour properly!" dazai said, putting an arm around kunikida's shoulder. kunikida immediately shrugged the other man off of him.
kunikida pushed up his glasses and he sighed, shaking his head at all of these comments. "you just met him, dazai. i don't need to, or quite frankly want to, let you met him again." kunikida muttered, looking down to narrow his eyes at dazai.
the man pouted back at his parter, the smirk now wiped off of his face. it seemed that his efforts had gone to waste. dazai was definitely upset now. he wanted to meet kunikida's husband, see if he was 'double suicide' material.
"what a shame!" dazai cried, wiping a fake tear off of his face as he slumped down onto the floor. he couldn't believe kunikida's hurtful words.
"what is your husband like, kunikida?" someone asked. "is he handsome?" another person asked. "can we please meet him?" dazai asked kunikida again.
kunikida just sighed for the nth time. he was now bombarded with questions about his partner, not having time to answer one before getting asked another.
and thus, kunikida was reminded why he had never mentioned his spouse in the first place.
☆ author's note: hope you guys enjoy :) kunikida is literally my husband.. we've been together for almost 3 years actually ☝️
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☆ the truth unfolds
kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis: [name] was an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. eventually, his motives for becoming a detective at the agency soon unfold and everyone knows the truth. kunikida happens to be the most devistated.. (meant to be viewed as romantic)
the lowercase is intentional !
"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.
you happened to be an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. you worked for an underground organisation trying to get information about everyone and everything in the armed detective agency. you managed to get all of the information and you were about to give it to your boss, but it was too late.
the members of the agency found out using ranpo's ability. ranpo had his suspicions about you, but he decided to not say anything about you. then, a few months after you were accepted into the agency, ranpo decided to check up on you. you were exposed for being a liar, a fraud and a spy.
it was inevitable, of course. you knew about ranpo's 'ability' beforehand. people warned you about it, saying it's the greatest ability ever known to mankind or some other bullshit. yet, you were so naive. you still decided to go through with the job your boss gave you - infiltrate the armed detective agency and get all of the information you can. of course, you were found out.
you had grown close to practically all of the members of the agency. for the job, or your own satisfaction? nobody will know. however, you had gotten extremely close to the idealist - kunikida doppo.
you two spent practically every day together. whether it was on missions, working on reports or complaing about dazai - you two were together. the two of you were so close even that kunikida fell for you. he forgot about searching for an ideal woman because all he needed was you, his ideal man.
but of course, you were a spy and the word spread quick throughout the agency and kunikida found out.
"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.
you scoff as you hear kunikida's words. "why do you need to know about what i do with my life? you can go and play the good guy, but every good guy needs a bad guy to complete the story!" you yelled back of him. "i don't care if you trusted me or loved me, i don't feel the same! i never did." you lied, of course. you couldn't act vulnerable infront of kunikida. you couldn't tell h how you truly felt.
"you're not even a bad guy anymore." kunikida stands there with his fists clenched by his sides and his jaw tightened. he felt so heartbroken by what you did. he really though you were special, that maybe the two of you could've actually been something. "you're evil! horrible! despicable even! i can't believe you'd do something like that." he was still yelling at you, but this time tears were welling in his eyes and his voice was breaking.
"i really thought we had something, [name]. i thought that you felt the same as me.. but of course i was so naive and blinded by what i felt for you - love. compassion. two things you didn't have for any members of the agency. not a drop." tears were now flowing down kunikida's face. "i hate that i trusted you. i hate that i loved you." those were his last words to you.
all of the words kunikida said to you suddenly struck deep. you were in the wrong. you always were. yet, you also fell for him the same way he feels for you. but, you couldn't tell him that anymore. he hated you, along with the other members of the agency.
you chuckle slightly mockingly, realising the weight of your actions. "well.. i guess the truth unfolds eventually, doesn't it?"
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☆ birthday dinner
kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis : it's kunikida's birthday and you decide to treat him to some dinner after work. (can be viewed as romantic or platonic)
the lowercase is intentional !
it's a normal day at the agency... except for the fact that it happens to he kunikida's birthday. kunikida wasn't the type to boast about his birthday like others, he kept personal stuff like that to himself. kunikida either mentioned his birthday to you before or you overheard him slip it out of his mouh when speaking to someone else. either way, you knew kunikida's birthday - it was today, the 30th of august.
you spot kunikida sitting at his desk, writing something in his notebook whilst muttering something to himself. you decide to walk up to him and clear your throat. "hello kunikida." you smile warmly at the man infront of you. he looks up at you and gives you a small smile back. "good morning, [name], what can i do for you?" he asks before closing his notebook.
"today's your birthday, right?" you ask him with an eyebrow raised. he's a bit taken aback by the question - he didn't think you knew his birthday or even remembered it if he mentioned it to you. "why yes.. it is my birthday today." kunikida rubs the back of his neck, a slight pink tint on his cheeks out of embarrassment. "well, i was wondering if you have any plans after work then?" you start, breathing in deeply. "i know you're always caught up with your ideals and your schedule, but, i was wondering if you were free? so we could.. go out to dinner! my treat, of course." you smile a bit wider, hoping kunikida didn't think your question was weird or out of the norm.
kunikida's eyes widen. did he hear correct or was he dreaming? "you want to.. go out for dinner with.. me, correct?" he asks, just to make sure you're not messing with him. you immediately nod at his question. "yeah, if you're not busy of course! i just want to treat you for your birthday.." you spoke nervously, fiddling with your hands that were out of kunikida's view.
kunikida pondered for a second. he opened up his notebook again and flipped through the pages to his schedule for today. "it seems to be your lucky day. i have no plans for this evening." he looks up from his notebook and at you with a small, soft smile. "great! we can go as soon as we finish work then, just as i planned!" you grin even wider, happy that kunikida accepted your invitation. "i'll be waiting for you till then!"
you start to make your way back to your own desk before turning around. "happy birthday, by the way!" you call out, finally making it to your desk. kunikida's face flushes as he hides himself in his hands. he really hopes nobody overhead your yelling, he didn't want the attention on him. unfortunately for kunikida, dazai overhead your yelling and started laughing. "ooh~ kunikida it's your birthday?" dazai asks, making his way to now tease and pester the blonde.
the day went by quickly and soon enough, your day at the agency has come to an end. you walk over to kunikida's desk and wait for him to finish. he spots you and smiles. "are you waiting for me now?" he chuckled, standing up from his chair and tucking it in. "we can go now, i'm ready." kunikida says, straightening out his outfit to look more presentable. "alright then, follow me." you hum, exiting the agency's office.
eventually, the two of you reach a nice, cosy restaurant. there aren't much people inside so a server seats you two quickly. you both sit down and scan the menu before ordering for yourselves.
"thank you, really, [name]." kunikida spoke softly with a smile on his face. "i'm glad you asked me out to dinner, i don't ever do much for my birthday but this year it's different because of you." he's genuinely estatic. his insides felt so warm because you decided to treat him for his birthday. "oh, it's no problem really!" you blush slightly, looking down at the table infront of you. "we can do this more often.. not just for your birthday, you know." you look back up at kunikida and smile. "of course." kunikida nods at you, pushing his glasses up.
"this has been the best birthday ever, [name]." kunikida whispered. "thank you again."
☆ author's note: my first post on tumblr hope you enjoy. yes kunikida's birthday was yesterday but whatever. do request if you want me to write something for you!
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If you take requests, can I have Atsushi being comforted by the reader when hes crying because they saw him as a weretiger? Please?
Request?: yes Summery: The reader runs after Atsushi, as he lost control of his tiger form, getting hurt in the progress. Character?: Atsushi nakajima Genre: Angst to fluff
A/n: hi hi! Thank you so much for your request, it was different than most of them and I'm glad I made it! Please feel free to request more for it to be written in the near future. For now enjoy the fanfic! <3
All you could think about is ‘Run as fast as you can’.
You ran through the screaming crowd, trying to reach the one you love with all your heart. Atsushi and you have been assigned with a mission, it wasn’t a difficult mission at all, but someone had did their research on the agency and their members, and all it took was a little bit of information about Atsushi’s past to get him out of control.
He had fully turned into the were tiger without ever meaning to do so
“ATSUSHI!” You screamed for him, as you used your combat skills to get onto objects like trash cans, bus stations or even cars. You needed to calm him down before anything would happen to him.
You jumped over the cars, seeing him in the distance as you received a call from none other than kunikida.
“Y/N WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?” You heard him scream, as you realised this is all being broadcasted, looking up as you saw the news helicopter fly above the two of you. ‘Shit.’ You muttered, as you speed up.
“Someone got sensitive information kunikida, He went out of control and almost killed the guy have they not gotten away since I stopped Atsushi.” You explained, your legs aching while you still speed up after Atsushi, hearing more screaming people of fright.
“SECURE THE AREA FOR ME OKAY THANKS BYE-“ You rushed the call before you heard kunikida scream on the other side.
You ran as fast as your legs could, as your eyes widen, seeing Atsushi about to attack. “ATSUSHI!” You screamed as you came in between the innocent people and the tiger that was about to attack. He couldn’t stop on time, as his claw made contact with your arms, giving it a nasty scratch mark.
You screamed out in pain and held onto your arm, whimpering slightly as you saw the blood and clothes being ripped off your body.
That’s definitely going to leave a nasty scar.
“Run!” You screamed at the innocent people, as they quickly scrammed, leaving you alone with a clearly distressed tiger. “Its okay baby its okay..” You whispered softly, holding your other hand out, treating him like a cat. “Its just me, your safe Atsushi..But you have to get control again.” You put a step forward, as him bumped his nose against your hand, smelling in the scent and his pupils dilated to a normal size again, as you heard whimpers come out of his mouth.
You slowly pet him with your good hand, as you squad down.
“We have to get out of here, can I ride your back?” You asked him as he nodded gently. You hopped onto his back, leaned forward and whispered, ‘Make sure to lose the helicopter first dear”
As you guys moved like the speed of light, going directly towards the Agency.
They immediately stood their ground, as Dazai and Kunikida came to your rescue. You were bleeding quite a lot on the floor as your vision began to blur because of the amount of blood you had lost by the wound that needed treatment this instant.
You heard screaming, Dazai nullifying Atsushi’s ability, Seeing the doctors coat of Yosano flash in front of you, as you slowly fade away out of consciousness.
As everything around you became black pool of darkness.
You woke up, slightly feeling your arm being sore, as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust at the light of the room. You groaned softly, as you felt a weight at the side of your bed. You looked down, seeing a sleeping Atsushi with red puffy eyes, sleep by your side.
A sharp pain in your side snapped you back in reality, as you realised you also had been bandaged by the side of your body.
“Your lucky it wasn’t something that touched our organs.” A sudden voice spoke as you were eye to eye with Yosano herself. “A shot like that could’ve been nasty if you weren’t here on time.” She stated, something that you nodded your head in agreement on. “He’s been worried about you, He basically cried like a small baby when I told him your state and that you were okay.” Yosano chuckled as you smiled gently, stroking his hair with the hand attached to the bandaged arm.
You heard him groan slightly, as yosano took that as a cue to get out of the room.
He slowly woke up, as you smiled softly at him, your hand on his cheek as you whispered softly. “Hi baby..” You let out a small smile as he started to cry again, His arms and body flopping on top of him.
“Y/N!!” He sobbed, as you groaned slightly but rubbed his back and kissed his cheek gently. “Right here dear..right here..” You smiled gently, as you cupped his face, making him look at you. “Oh Y/n Im so sorry I shouldn’t have lost control and that was just- he just-“ He stuttered, trying to get his words in the right context.
You kissed him gently, immediately shutting him up. “Its okay its okay trust me it is okay-“ You stated, as he still kept crying. You hugged him close, as you guys slowly calmed down together.
“We’ll train some more sushi, you need the emotions and those powers of yours under control.” You teased him as he kept crying.
“Okay- I love you”
“I love you too”
Hiii! I have a BSD request! Its a bot dark but its related to something that Ive been working through lately. Can you do as many bsd characters as you can reacting to their S/O getting emotional on their birtgday because they "didn't think they would make it this far"? Like they struggled with severe depression and suicidal thoughts/SH in their childhood and honestly didn't expect to make it to the age they are now? Its almost my birthday and I've been struggling with the same thing so i wanted some fluff with my favorite characters to help me through it! :) thank you so much!
Request?: yes Summery: Characters reacting on you getting emotional during your birthday Characters?: Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Yosano, Chuuya, akutugawa, Fyodor and Nikolai. Genre: Angst, but mostly fluff.
A/n: Hey hey! I hope I did this on time before your birthday where ever you are- Happy birthday! I hope your doing well and got/ are getting the help you need. If anything my dms are open just for a nice talk if you ever feel lonely, and I'm proud of you of how far you've come. My dm's are open for you and anyone else in need! Anyways I hope you enjoy this fanfic
Dazai Osamu:
Obviously this man, would want you to have the best birthday of your whole entire life.
I mean, he probs didn't have any good birthdays considering his years of the mafia and how Mori had treated him over the years.
So when he knew that your birthday was coming up, he was planning it all carefully.
He got the perfect gifts, the cake, everything was done by the day it arrived.
So when you were alone with him, as he smiled at you, saying "Happy birthday belladonna!" with such a loving tone while carrying the cake (No he didn't bake it himself please don't let him in the kitchen-) You just started to cry.
He slightly panicked, cause we all know he isn't the best when it comes to human emotions.
He carefully set down the cake on the table as he hugged you, kissing on top of your head once in a while letting you cry in his chest
He carefully asks what's wrong, as you explains about your past and what you've been struggling with.
He frowned at the thought of his lover struggling so badly in life, relating to it himself. He cupped your face, and kissed your nose gently.
"I'm glad you're here, cause my birthday girl makes me the happiest man on earth."
Cue the water works again-
Atsushi Nakajima:
Sweet baby Jesus this poor baby-
He has absolutely no idea just him waking you up with breakfast on bed would automatically result into you crying badly in bed
"I-I'M SORRY! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG-?"
He panicking please make sure to make sure he knows its not his fault.
as you explain to him what exactly happened, with you talking about your past, he can't help but get sad himself.
He loves you dearly and he doesn't want you to feel this way ever again.
He makes sure you will have the best day of your life
"let's go out! My treat!" He smiles brightly, that stupid dorky smile you absolutely adore.
Let's just say you feel extremely loved that day
Kunikida doppo:
Watch this man have your birthdays for the upcoming 10 years planned out completely-
He is a planning maniac after all😭
That's his love language though, act of service and for his partner he would gladly do so-
So he woke you up at 7 am in the morning cause of all the activities he had planned for you
"Y/n, wake up we have to leave in 15 minutes for your birthday activities."
"doppo its like 7 in the morning please-"
But after progressing the work he all did for you, going to your favourite restaurant, having everything you ever wanted ready for you, you couldn't help but cry silently with a smile while looking at him
This dude got caught of guard by your tears
You quickly had to explain that it was because of whatever was playing in the past
He looked at you with a sad look when you were done explaining
"Those times are over now dear, You've made it this far, You did it and I'm proud of you
Yosano akiko:
This absolute queen prepared everything besides her busy schedule, bless her heart-
She took you to the cafe beneath the agency, smiling gently as she let someone from the cafe bring out the cake with a small candle on it.
"Happy birthday my love" She chirped, as she had settled the gifts for you besides her.
Cue the water work from your end-
Being a doctor and all, she also took a hobby on studying people on the daily, so seeing how you reacted, she smiled gently and pulled you in a hug, letting you cry on top of her.
You told her about your past, as she listened carefully.
"Your safe and sound now Y/n, I love you"
Chuuya Nakahara:
Money money money-
he ain't scared to spoil you rotten with love on your birthday.
He cares a lot about the people he cares about and would do everything to protect them, especially the love of his life.
he took you on top of a rooftop somewhere in the city, watching the stars as he gifted you tons of gifts
Your bright smile couldn't distract him from the tears rolling down your cheeks
He cupped your face in worry, as you explained the reason why you were crying.
His face was slightly angry, not at you, but at the people who possibly could've cost this mind set.
"don't worry princess, I'll protect you with my life, now come on lets open another present."
Akutugawa ryunosuke:
He's interesting alright-
he never really had the best life, but he really wants to make you feel loved, even if he finds it hard to express it.
You don't really mind how he is, and you know how hard he tries.
So when he was done with work, and came at your doorstep with flowers in his hands, your favourite flowers, and your favourite snacks in a basket for your birthday, You began crying of happiness.
He immediately thought he did something wrong
please tell him its not him-
You explained your past and why you began crying, and he couldn't really help but feel bad for you
He set the gifts down on the table, and kissed your forehead gently
"You're fine and alive now, and thats what matters to me, You being happy and alive.
Fyodor dostoyevsky:
This man, with dazai, confuse me and interest me all at the same time-
He would not be the best with you crying, as he hardly really shows any sorts of sadness, guilt, rage, etc etc.
he does try his best though!
His reaction to you crying cause of your birthday is just to stand there, not knowing what to do-
eventually he just lets you cry and pats your head gently as you slowly start explaining why you are crying right now
He does feel bad for you, but he just pulled you closer to him as he let you rest on top of him.
"No need to worry about those days anymore Y/n, you got through them."
Nikolai Gogol:
This man was more excited than you were over your birthday-
legit jumping next to your bed to wake you up and open his gifts
and goddamn did he get a lot for you
he had prepared anything you could dream off, as he looked at you like a puppy waiting for his reward.
what he didn't expect was you to full on cry.
he quickly turned into a Serious Nikolai and pulled you in a hug.
You explained while crying about your past and reasons and he just held you even closer.
"I'll be here for you, always and forever, till death does us part."
airing...
Hello! My Name is Sunny! And I'm gonna start writing this blog full of stories cause Im Hyper-fixated in all of these fandoms so I have to start rambling somewhere right-?
Anyways some quick things, English is not my first language, as I am bilingual, so I'm sorry for the amount of spelling or gamer mistakes I make in my posts-
The Fandoms I write for:
-Bungou stray dogs
-The marvel universe
-Genshin Impact
-Stranger things
I might add fandoms as I go into it!
Just to clear some things if you decide to request:
Absolute no weird shit, like Kid x Adult unless you request a parent figure x kid.
I am comfortable enough to write smut, so feel free to request
I write a little bit off everything, I just rather not write some angst unless I'm intrigued by the idea itself or I'm in a good mood cause all the fandoms I'm in just is full of hurt and fluff keeps me distracted from that HAHA
It might take a couple of days/weeks cause of my own life off social media, so please have patience with me! <3
Alrighty! That's It! Can't wait to write for you guys and I hope you guys enjoy my stuff <3
Kunikida & Yosano 🤝 Creepypasta's chaotic brothers
CONTAINS: mentions of a fictitious car crash, the occasional threat of death, gender neutral reader
While some may disagree, nothing is as painful as boredom.
Now more than ever you believed this, seated in the back corner of your classroom, cheek resting in the palm of your left hand. You didn’t even want to take this class; World Music has nothing to do with your major. However, it fulfilled some stupid university credit that everyone needs in order to graduate. Glancing down towards your empty notebook, you grabbed a pen with your free hand.
big drum = big sound
You scrawled the four words down before lazily looking back up at your professor. He had spent the last 20 minutes explaining the difference between the same two drums, and you weren’t excited to listen to the rest of his lecture… So, you didn’t. Your focus shifted from the tall, orange-haired man in the front of your class to the bickering just outside it, head tilting slightly to the side. The walls in the basement of your university’s Fine Arts building were thin, so even though your seat was situated at the other end of the classroom’s closed door, the pattering of footsteps still made its way through. Along with that, you could hear the tick of the clock that was hung up above the teacher’s desk at the front reading 1:27 pm—you still had 23 minutes left of this horribly boring class. What that also meant is that any student walking through the halls must be from a class that was let out exceedingly early.
Only two pairs of footsteps echoed outside the classroom, a pair of bickering voices accompanying them. If a class got out early, surely there would be more—both in terms of footsteps and voices. Maybe two students were arriving to a class early? This far in the semester, it was safe to say this would be a common occurrence if true, however, you had never heard anyone pass by at this time before today. These two weren’t students arriving early to a class, or leaving early from another. Two people wouldn’t be arriving 30 minutes late, at that point they’d skip the class. You put the tip of your pen between your teeth as you thought.
Maybe the pair had been getting out late? The basement of the fine arts building does house just about all of the campus’ art classes, maybe they had a project coming up and decided to stay and work late. No, all of the art classrooms are situated to the left of the basement, these two were coming from the right. Perhaps they were lost kids, visiting colleges for the following year? Maybe professors, bickering over lazy students and assignments they had yet to grade. Or maybe, piggybacking on your earlier idea, the two had come early to work on a project outside of class…
“Are you still with us?” You realized Mr. Patrick had stopped banging his drums when he called out your name. Oops, you zoned out. Your coworkers always warn you that you tend to zero in on one thing and need to work on being more aware of your surroundings. A small smile pulls at your face. Maybe you should drop out of school: you’re learning more from your current part-time job than your stupid World Music class.
“Yes, sorry. Just listening to the difference in the drums.” I’m listening to the muffled conversation happening in the halls, you thought to yourself. The pen you were chewing on a moment earlier was placed next to your notebook.
Your teacher hummed in response. “Is that so? Then maybe you can explain the difference for the rest of your classmates.” Maybe you can explain the need for this class— you held your tongue, choosing to clear your throat instead of being gifted a lecture from your professor.
“I’m willing to try,” your voice was lighthearted and playful as the hand that was holding your head up dropped to cover your suspicious lack of notes. “While both drums are marketed the same and share the same size, the one on the left has a richer, deeper sound when played,” You almost let an embarrassed smile slip as you improvised your explanation. “I would guess that there was a miscalculation during its production, and the left drum is likely a tiny bit bigger than the right, creating said deeper sound.” By the end of your explanation, your cheeks were slightly tinted. While you had coasted through school by bullshitting answers, you truly had no idea if you could get away with this one. Damn those two outside of the class, this wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t been here.
The longer the teacher didn’t respond, the worse your red cheeks got—and your cruel professor remained silent for what felt like a while after your little speech (which, in reality, had only been a few seconds).
“So you had been listening, glad to hear it. Yes, the difference is…” as Mr. Patrick went back to explaining the drums, you let out a sigh of relief, head dropping ever so slightly as your eyes closed. The confidence you had just shown as you gave your answer was an act, one you weren’t sure you could’ve kept up if he had urged you to continue. You couldn’t afford to zone out again: you had to let the strangers outside go.
With newfound determination, you grasped your pen once more and looked back up to your ginger music professor. Paying attention isn’t that hard, you can do this.
At least, that’s what you hoped, until the same strangers that had helped soothe your boredom for a moment stopped just outside the door to your classroom. You clicked your tongue in disdain—it felt as though they were tempting you, telling you you’re so close, just think a little harder! Those assholes—no way would you do that again. You had a feeling Mr. Patrick wouldn’t be as kind if you were caught zoning out for a second time. Besides, it hadn’t even been five minutes. Whoever was bickering outside your classroom could choke for all you cared, as long as they stopped distracting you.
“Fine, then let’s just ask!” was the first full sentence you could make out from the pair before the cheap wooden door on the back left corner of your small white classroom swung open.
This was definitely distracting you.
Glancing over from your place in the back right corner, you finally got to see the people that caused you to anxiously ramble in front of your whole class even if you’d done so correctly and confidently, the assholes you’d end yourself.
Holy shit.
Your eyes widened when you noticed who had burst into your classroom: a bandaged brunet and a bespectacled blond, two of your coworkers. You wondered if you had ever looked away so quickly before this moment. It suddenly made sense, why the bickering seemed so familiar and why you couldn’t pinpoint the reason for the pair’s appearance. They weren’t supposed to be here, and you made sure to scratch a quick fuck you into your notebook so you’d remember this later. After all, if you forgot, how could you make sure to complain to your boss?
“May I help you?” Mr. Patrick was careful to put down the two drums he had been cradling very delicately as he addressed the two men that had barged in.
Feeling embarrassed, you placed your hand flat against your cheek, turning your head down and hoping your face was hidden. You can’t believe these two would pull such a stunt as this, especially the blond. Wasn’t he a teacher at one point? Shouldn’t he know not to interrupt a class?
“We’re sorry to-“ before the aforementioned blond could properly explain the situation, his brunet partner started talking over him.
“I believe you can help us, you see, we’re looking for a student that goes here,” he punctuated the sentence with your full name. Seeing as the teacher had recently said your name to humiliate ask you a question, every student in the class turned to the back right corner, directly to where you sat—or, rather, where you slouched, as you had curled your body in on itself in an attempt to hide.
“Is that so? May I ask why?” You silently cheered, hoping Mr. Patrick would scare these two morons away so you wouldn’t have to deal with all of your peers’ eyes directed towards the safe back corner you resided in.
But of course, nothing was that simple. The tall brunet you had come to occasionally appreciate at work started tearing up, ready to give the performance of a lifetime.
“It’s hard to vocalize,” he started by stuttering. “You see, we came to tell them that their dear sister has…” the man paused briefly as you peaked through your fingers with an amused smile, ready to see how this would play out. “Their sister got into a car crash,” and he burst into tears. Quite the actor, but it’s a good thing you are, too.
You didn’t really have a choice but to play along. What were you supposed to say? ‘No, he’s lying; Please resume your boring ass lecture?’ So, you contorted your face to make it seem like you were about to cry (fake crying was something you had yet to master) and pulled your hands down your face. “She what?” Spinning from your spot, you looked directly at the two.
“We need you to come with us, so we may escort you to the hospital where she is being held.” The blond did not look comfortable with the brunet’s show, and simply walked out of the classroom as he continued.
You’re the worst, you wanted to say. Instead, you stood up, packed your nearly empty notes into your backpack, and followed your blond coworker into the hall.
“You see, sir, they need to visit their sister. If you can excuse their absence this once…”
“Of course, I won’t take any points off; This is an emergency.” You rolled your eyes as you overheard your teacher’s voice. You were supposed to save me, Mr. Patrick.
The tall brunet slipped into a hallway and immediately his eyes dried, a cocky smirk appearing on his face.
“I hope you get into a car accident,” you whisper, swinging a backpack strap over your shoulder as you start following the blond, who now stood at the end of the hallway. He stood impatiently, as was indicated by the tapping of his foot and him checking his watch repeatedly.
“Not the first time I’ve gotten that.”
“I find that extremely easy to believe.”
The two annoyances in the hall were none other than Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu: employees at your part-time job.
AKA: the only people that could make you miss the torturous boredom.
Why did Kuninkida shoot twice? What happened to Tanizaki's hands?
If I had a nickel for every time I meet boy who has two friends who always argue but remain the best partners, one of which is an organized grump and the other an extreme lazy ass, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Если бы мне давали пятак каждый раз, когда я встречаю парня, у которого есть два друга, которые всегда спорят, но остаются лучшими партнерами, один из которых — организованный ворчун, а другой — крайне ленивый осел, у меня было бы два пятака. Это немного, но странно, что это произошло дважды.
I love Kuninkida but
THE PHOTO ON HIS PASSPORT/ID CANNOT BE PERFECT
NO ONE CAN GET A PERFECT PASSPORT/ID PHOTO
I SAY NO ONE
"Oh my math teacher on the news wanted for mass murder. Who said math teachers are boring?"
i didnt post them here... yeah this was for a friend :)
I have a silly little headcanon that if Chuuya was a part of the ADA, him Yosano Dazai and Ranpo would be the ultimate gossip girls of the agency. They would round up on the break room tabel spilling the hottest tea of the day.
+ Yosano and Chuuya feed off of each others moods so when Chuuya shows up to work pissed Yosano picks up on his behavior quickly. They end up roasting the living shit out of everyone and Ranpo simply sits back and enjoys the show with a pack of potato chips. Dazai is the biggest victim of it all because Chuuya.
+ Yosano having a secret wine stash at the infirmary. On some fridays they stick around after work, Yosano and Chuuya share a bottle of wine while Ranpo enjoys his hot chocolate because wine tastes like vinegar. Dazai is long gone wandering around a rooftop or a bridge. They are pretty much already drunk when Kunikida arrives at the agency to pick up a document he needs because he works even outside of working hours. His priceless reaction and the scolding that falls onto Chuuya and Yosano's drunk - deaf ears, gets dutifully recorded by Ranpo every time for them to laugh their asses off on monday alongside Dazai.
The Matchless Poet v2
A redraw of one of my old kunidrawings and Heavily Inspired by this artist (chickfish1 on twt) :3
ATSUSHI WITH A MENTALLY ILL S/O
Atsushi always gets concerned about your health and safety he just wants you to be alright and comfortable.
He noticed you bite your nails a lot and he knows it's not good to do that so he always tries to stop you from doing it but you actually never stop.
You hate to make people worry about you so you don't tell him much about how you're doing mentally. That just makes him more worried.
He really just wants you to be alright.. but you don't understand that.
He wants to get you a therapist. Although you may not be comfortable with that so he just doesn't.
He told kunikida about this, and kunikida requested that he would talk to you about it but atsushi just said that he will just find a way to deal with it because atsushi feels that would be a bit weird for you.
¡¡ATSUSHI MASTERLIST!!
¡FYODOR MASTERLIST !
