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The hard cardboard was opened and right there, and then, in front of his very own eyes, was a big speaker, standing majestically, it's black frame glowing with it's newness.
If Atsushi had never been surprised before, today was a good day to say he had been absolutely baffled.
Who the fuck gifts an enormous bluetooth speaker to a person living in an apartment?!
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the inherent unromanticism of plane rides by Deca_Suffrage
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
13 Jun 2020
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atsushi's stomach lurches the moment that he gets on the plane, and doesn't stop lurching the entire way through.
akutagawa can only handle ignoring him for a little while.
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the giving tree by Deca_Suffrage for OpticalCrown, Brolan, GhouliGhost
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
27 Jun 2020
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Atsushi tried very hard to be a good houseplant—since he was cursed to not be a human and all.
Of course, that was made much harder when his owner very much seemed to hate every aspect of his existence.Series
Bookmarked by helpidkwhatoputhere
24 Dec 2024
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pls im dying this was so sad ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡
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The moment Akutagawa sees a small tiger-colored cat sleeping on the cobblestones next to the fire, he immediately knows what’s going on here.
Nice try Dazai-san, but I refuse to play along.
Why doesn’t he immediately kick out the Atsushi-cat? Akutagawa has no clue.
(Dazai smirks to himself as he watches through a window. His plan is going just as expected.)
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Akutagawa is sent on assignment to cover a local University team with many contenders for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. He finds a little more than a story when he gets there.
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Bookmarked by helpidkwhatoputhere
08 Dec 2024
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Where was this masterpiece all tjis time.
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What are you counting?” Atsushi whispers, unable to find his voice in the maddening jumble of thoughts rushing through his mind.
The small smile that grows on Akutagawa’s face is shy, but he doesn’t relinquish the eye contact that they are trapped in. His free hand settles against Atsushi’s face, brushing his fingers through a few stray bangs. He thumbs Atsushi’s cheekbone, pulling at the redness and the warmth splayed across it.
“Nothing important,” Akutagawa mumbles.