#bsd fryodor

[eriace]

you're insufferable ; fyodor dostoevsky

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which y/n and fyodor go from sworn rivals to accidentally confessing their feelings—somewhere between sarcastic banter, flying spoons, and a very smug smile. ↷ fyodor dostoevsky ; bungou stray dogs

↳ an order of black coffee + hot chocolate from someone in the comeback cafe event !

(author's note: THIS WAS ACTUALLY REQUESTED BY SOMEONE BUT I DELETED IT ALREADY AS A REFLEX WHEN I ALREADY CREATED A DRAFT FOR THE ORDER. I HOPE THIS CAN FIND U WELL, SORRY 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻)

IF Y/N HAD a coin for every time she nearly threw something at Fyodor Dostoevsky, she could buy the entirety of Yokohama—and a small moon.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Fyodor asked innocently, sipping his tea like he hadn’t just spent ten minutes lecturing her on the correct way to hold a knife.

“Breathing judgmentally.”

“I breathe quite normally, thank you.”

“You breathe like your lungs are personally offended by my existence.”

He smirked. “Only when you insist on putting strawberry jam on garlic bread.”

“IT’S EXPERIMENTAL!”

Their relationship—if you could even call it that—was built on a shaky foundation of mutual annoyance, mutual respect, and mutual threats of murder. Y/n was a thorn in his side. An irritant. A hurricane in human form.

And yet, he kept showing up.

And yet… so did she.

It started when they were forced to work together on a case. Some Port Mafia–black market–deadly weapon situation that ended with them locked in a storage room for three hours, Fyodor dramatically sighing every five minutes like that alone might open the door.

“Are you allergic to silence?” he asked flatly, when Y/n started humming the Tetris theme out of boredom.

“Are you allergic to joy?” she retorted.

And somehow, somehow, after that, they just kept running into each other.

An accidental team-up here. An information exchange there. A coffee shop encounter that definitely wasn’t planned.

And in all of those moments, Fyodor would say something snide, Y/n would threaten violence, he’d smirk, and she’d roll her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.

Which led to now.

To a quiet evening in her tiny apartment, where Fyodor was—inexplicably—sitting on her couch with a cup of overly sweet tea, reading a book he borrowed from her shelf like he belonged there.

He didn’t.

But he’d been here so often lately that her cat, Pancake, had accepted him as furniture.

“You left this at HQ,” he said mildly, tossing her a hair clip she hadn’t even realized was missing.

She caught it with a small frown. “You went through my stuff?”

“I go through everyone’s stuff. I’m very nosy.”

“At least you’re honest.”

“Always.”

She stared at him for a second too long.

He looked up, “…What?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly. Then, under her breath, “I just hate that you have a nice face.”

His brow twitched. “You think I have a nice face?”

“NO—I mean—yes—BUT IN A PUNCHABLE WAY—”

Fyodor slowly set his book down. “So you do think about my face.”

Y/n was already halfway to the kitchen. “Nope. Forget I said anything. Bury it. Let it rot. I hope it gets eaten by worms—”

He followed her. Casually. “You like me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You called me ‘annoyingly handsome’ last week.”

“I was delirious. You were holding cake hostage.”

“You texted me a heart emoji last night.”

“THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I MEANT TO SEND THE KNIFE!”

He was laughing now, and it was unfair how nice that sounded. Soft and unexpected and entirely too charming for someone who once electrocuted a man without blinking.

“Say it,” he said, amused. “Just admit it. You like me.”

Y/n groaned and grabbed a spoon. “If I say it, will you leave?”

“No. I’ll stay forever.”

“FINE.” She slammed the spoon down. “I like you, okay?! Annoyingly, inconveniently, facepalmingly like you! You smug, cryptic, coat-wearing gremlin!”

Silence.

Then:

“…You think about my coat?”

“FYODOR.”

He was smiling—really smiling—and it was the kind that sent her brain into system error.

He stepped closer, eyes gleaming, “Well then… Y/n?”

“What.”

“I like you, too.”

“You—you do?” she blinked.

“Yes. I find your chaos oddly endearing.”

She squinted. “That was almost romantic until you called me chaos.”

“Chaotic beauty, then.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“You confessed first.”

“BY ACCIDENT.”

“Still counts.”

He kissed her on the cheek before she could say anything else.

And when he pulled back, her face was red, her heart was racing, and she was seriously considering hitting him with a frying pan just to balance the universe.

But then he laughed again, and she kind of forgot how to be mad.

Maybe.

A little.

“…Fine,” she mumbled. “You can stay forever.”

“Already planned on it.”

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[trinketville]

Was looking up fryodor Dostoevsky and found out he has a bsd counterpart

[gloomforrestrunes]

Idk if Question has a HC voice yet but, I've always imagined him with a voice similar to Fyodor Dub version or Mori from BSD!! Like a raspy old man's voice yk what I mean?

ooohh ive never watched BSD but yeah i can definitely hear both of those characters' voices for him! his """official""" voice claim is scar from the lion king, but its honestly the one im most eh on, since it is the closest voice i could find at the time to how i imagine him but its still pretty off.

i like fryodor's voice specifically, i never thought about question with a russian accent but it honestly goes hard.

[anne-potato]

Fyodor: I fvcking hate you to the point that I want to watch you die in front of me.

Dazai: That's... kinky

[nikonoi]

shipping is great and all, but it's kinda effed to make the events in the recent chapter revolve around dazai x chuuya, like there's so much from the chapter that could be talked about, but no, let's just make this about shipping

[akudalevi]

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY