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      daffodil // desire for affection to be returned  akira kurusu x reader      He sighed deeply, the shine on his glasses masking the tired bags beneath his gray hues. Akira’s face might have shown nothing but his immense boredom for the class lecture, but his eyes were on the gorgeous blonde-haired woman in front of him.      The beauty that was easily oblivious to his affections.      Ann Takamaki, the half-Japanese model whose splendor simply blew him away as soon as he had laid eyes on her. Emerald jewels, locks like the sun and a body that any man would desire. His mood soured when his thoughts returned him to the time when

[sarcastic voice] you tried. -orihara izaya - orihara izaya x f!reader word count: 1142 - “So, we keep the girl here as a hostage against that Izaya guy, right?” A nervous rookie asks his gang leader. He's clearly new to the entire gang warfare and street life thing, being the member with the cleanest clothing and unblemished skin. While chained with your hands behind your back on the floor, you smirk coyly. Despite the blood caked across your lip, you retain your sly expression. A loose strand of hair falls across your face, but you can do little except blow it out of your view. “At least as a bargaining chip. If we don't

record. -dazai osamu - dazai osamu x f!reader word count: 2114 - stop. Chattering about, work carries on as usual in the Armed Detective Agency. Kunikida is diligently working, Ranpo is having the time of his life indulging in sweets, Atsushi is contemplating his life choices, nothing’s out of order. Except for their newest addition, a little girl with black hair dressed in a red kimono. Oh, and Dazai’s still absent. The door to the agency is unceremoniously kicked open, so hard that the wall it hits might as well have ended up dented from the amount of force. Everyone turns their head towards the intruder, though instead of

The faucet drips. The sound the fat droplet makes as it leaves the stainless steel and hits the water --a few degrees below scalding, and filled to the brim in it's porcelain cage-- resounds off the tile walls. It's a vacant sound; it's empty and, despite the warmth of the water and the steam confined in this space, it's cold. Both resonate with Dazai because it's exactly how he feels. Bandages lie haphazardly with his clothes across the floor, but there are some he hadn't bothered to remove. Those that remain attached to his skin are now soggy, and their ends float in a lazy attempt to unravel completely. Dazai's back is propped up against

Crepuscular light, rustic oranges and vibrant violets, gave a serene feeling to the more often than not chaotic office space, marking the end of another day. Desks long since vacated, papers put away, void of bantering; though it's not the first time you've been the last one to leave, it's silence is a foreign entity --one that reminds you just how much you prefer the quirky, and sometimes obnoxious habits of your friends. In the midst of your scribbling, you pause to survey the room, only to intentionally stare at the desk across from you. It wasn't hard to imagine Dazai's reclined posture, or even his hunched one as his head of unruly loc

    Hi! This is the fourth chapter in the series! To read the rest, click here! -----> http://le-petite-une-fleur.deviantart.com/gallery/59999144/Something-worth-fighting-for    Chapter Four: All men are wolves, but even wolves have some sense    It had been about a week since you had been injured, and so far, it was healing pretty well. The wound had stopped bleeding, and although you still had bandages wrapped around your waist, the cut itself was starting to close up. Katsura on the other hand, had completely recovered, and was happily making new bombs.    “[y/n], do you mind bringing me some gunpowder? I’m going to ru

//shinsuke takasugi x reader The next couple of weeks I had been regularly visiting the one-eyed man. This had been going on for a few more people who wanted to quit smoking, who needed advice from a different perspective. From a perspective where smoking was a bad thing and not relaxation material. As the days I spent with Takasugi passed, I found myself growing fond of him. He seemed dull, but he was very energetic when it came to it. We'd joke around and that was basically my way of getting his mind off of smoking. The laboratories in Edo had just released another batch of gum, which possessed a tiny molecule that released the stresses

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To Save you from this Corrupted World ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        He was bent on the world's destruction.  Because after all, it was this corrupt world that took away and continues to take away everything that he held dear.  It took his beloved teacher.  It robbed him of his left eye.  It stole what was left of his humanity.  And it was taking her away from him.  His dearest (Y/n).        He was hell bent on vengeance.  Taking the path of complete destruction, he knew that he keep wandering further and further away from help, falling into the pit of depravity.  Yet, as deep as he was in the void of darkness, she followed him s

She'd always assumed that it was fate that brought the two together, fate that had entwined their lives together. And when she was still young and naïve, it had seemed that only the most beautiful and gentle of destinies could have matched the two to be in the same generation, same school, same dormitory. She did well at school, sitting comfortably in the top 10 as the 7th best cook in the school. She had friends, maybe not as close as she would have hoped to have- but pleasant to hang around with and not the kind to backstab. Her skills with a knife, allowing for the thinnest cuts of the harshest materials kept up her good grades, few