Murder Drones

Murder Drones

➤ Worker Drones

↳ Uzi

↳ Thad

↳ Doll

↳ Lizzy

➤ Disassembly Bots

↳ V

↳ N

↳ J

➤ Humans

↳ Tessa

Hello! How r u?

May u request a hurt to comfortt for Dazai x Fem! Reader in High school Au!

Thank you!

Ache

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

paring : Osamu Dazai x Fem! Reader

reader pronouns : she/her

You didn't speak, the entirety of your lunch was in silence. Tears stained your once perfect makeup. (e/c) orbs threatening to water up at any given moment.

It was hard without him. Yet he had hurt you, but you still loved him. It was hard to pinpoint when you started arguing during morning time. You closed your eyes, and attempted to replay everything.

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You stopped the brown haired boy, placed both of your hands on his upper arms and spoke, "You're covered in bruises and bandages again! For the last time, Dazai , what's going on?" The concern on you face and voice was evident.

His chestnut irises, darted around the surroundings. Not once making eye contact with you. "Nothing, it's fine." He finally responded. Quickly trying to brush off your concern.

"I don't believe that." Was all you said. Looking down at your shoes, not wanting to gazing into the eyes you love so dearly. Yet, you felt him staring down upon you.

"I can assure you, nothing is wrong. I promise." The words had finally came out of his mouth. He didn't want to make you worry. All he wanted to protect you, keep you safe.

"Samu, you've been getting beat up. You have all these bandage's on you, and other medical patching's on your body. Something's up, please tell me." You pleaded, you hated seeing him injured.

He let out a huffy sigh, before looking at you. "I told you already! Nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Alright?" He snapped, his voice was unintentionally raised. He could feel you hands tensing up on his arms. "I care about you okay? I'm worried! So stop telling me everything is fine when it's clearly not!" You yelled back at him. You were frustrated.

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From that point onwards it escalated, you felt horrid. You placed your lunchbox to the side of you on the grass. Looked up upon the clear blue sky, watching the clouds roll by. Enjoying the quiet, or at least trying to.

That was until you felt something on your lap. You looked down to find a familiar face laying there. Upset. You ran your fingers through his hair, as a silent way of saying it's okay.

He mumbled sorry, over and over again. Though, it was barely able to be heard. "I forgive you, just please be more careful." Was all that you said. There was a long silence before being followed with him saying one singular thing.

"I love you."

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F L O W E R S

a/n: more sal fisher fluffiness, that and likeeeee I wanna start (make a attempt) to garden so self indulgent... :p

character: sal fisher

tw: n/a

Sal was laying in bed, his prosthetic long since tossed to the side of his bed. Swamped in a sea of clothes. His blue hair not in their usual pigtails, but messily draping over his head, as a result of not leaving his bed for days. Or- most of the weekend.

It was like since Friday, when his final class for the day concluded, he was just in this slump. It was noticible to all observing and looking in to his life.

A soft knock on his door, drew none to little reaction from the caccoon of warmth he's built for himself in his bed. His eyes not drifting up from his game boy.

"Sal? You in there? It's just me."

The voice spoke from behind the door. Though muffled, it was easily identifiable, it was them. One of Sal's favourite people, someone he trusted and relied on. (y/n).

He could build up the energy to leave his bundle of warmth, but, it was warm. Safe. His voice was dry, dry to the point of him trying to talk came out as a muffled squeek. A raspy murmer.

They slowly popped their head around the corner of the doorway, their eyes settling on his form. Tucked away under a mess of blankets and pillows. Like a little fort.

They slowly entered his room. Holding a object behind their back, causing Sal to furrow his brows, trying to process what they were holding.

They pulled the item, revealing a bunch of flowers, a anxious smile etched on his face.

'You brought me flowers?' Sal remarked, sitting up from his little pile of warmth.

'Well... yeah. I noticed you were sad.... so I wanted to make you smile.' They chuckled nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of their neck.

divider by @/cafekitsune

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S C E N I C

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: n/a

a/n: not proof read, just sal fisher fluffiness. enjoy ♡︎

A soft hum escaped your lips as you tried to help Sal, helping him out with his bloody nose. The rag in your hands getting soiled with the crimson fluids.

You didn't understand why he did it. You found it reckless, from your point of view. Angering Travis... for what? That was the question looming over your head. Weighing down your thoughts.

You took another good look at Sal's face, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You seemed content whereas Sal was sobbing.

"What's wrong?" You cooed, wiping the tears off his face while his fingers fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic. Keeping that soft smile on your face.

"It's just.... you didn't scream... or get grossed out...." He mumbled, his voice strained from all his sobbing.

"Why would I? There's nothing wrong." You tried to help him regain some self confidence back, it maybe feeble, but you couldn't stand him thinking badly about his face.

You watched the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose scrunch up alongside the rest of his remaining nose skin.

"But... look at me! My ..... my face!" His adoring blue eyes seemed ready to cry again, well, one of them since one of his eyes were glass. And the nerves around the glass eye were damaged, making that eye unable to shed tears.

"Sal, you look handsome." Your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs rubbing both the scarred and unscarred skin. Feeling the textures under your fingertips and his tears hitting them.

"I am...?" His tone wavering. He looked vulnerable and precious with his face cupped in your hands.

"You are." A bright smile beared on his features and the saddened look faded into nothingness. He hugged and held you close. With a cheeky grin on his face he spoke,

"Hum to me again, I love your voice."

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Death Note

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

➤ Kira

↳ Yagami, Light

↳ Amane, Misa

↳ Mikami, Teru

↳ Takada, Kiyomi

➤ Japanese Task Force

↳ Aizawa, Shuichi

↳ Mogi, Kanzo

↳ Matsuda, Touta

➤ Wammy's House

↳ Watari

↳ L

↳ Near

↳ Mello

↳ Matt

↳ Beyond Birthday

Hi! I really like the Dazai x female reader in a high school AU!

Can I request, before dating each other, they have like a sport competition against a few other school. Then from another top school, Fyodor tries to get closed to female reader and flirt with her. Which end up with Fyodor fighting dazai (bcz Dazai like fem reader).

a/n: i literally got like zero clue what kind of sports both fyodor and dazai would do at a athletics day. work with me here. not proof read.

character: osamu dazai

pronouns: she/her

As she tied up her hair and got ready for the sports day, a day best spent running and doing other sports and try to win first place for the school. Her eyes locked on to a boy from another school.

She adverted her gaze as she saw Dazai, trying his best at long jump. Watching as his face contorts as he tries to focus on falling forwards. The want in his eyes of getting a bigger and longer distance than the other boys. The need and desire clear in his gaze.

She ignores the other boy, running up to the long jump sand pit. Cheering him on.

"Go Dazai! You got this!" She smiled ear to ear, clapping as he finally fell forwards. Planting his hands deep into the sand as he extended his score.

"10.4 meters!" Was shouted by the offical, letting his measuring tape roll back with a loud click. A happy and confidant smile painted on his face.

She was about to run and go congragulate him in person, after his remaining jumps were done. Only for a hand to pull her back and tug at her sports jacket.

"I'm Fyodor." It was that guy again, he would not leave her alone. Was she that approachable? She didn't know.

"Hi?" She responded, her voice laced with confusion and a tone that clearly read 'get away from me'. She pulled her arm away from him and closed off her body language. A distance being created to divide herself from him.

"You're from that middle school? The one in Shibuya?" He leaned in closer, wrapping a arm around her shoulders. A obvious sign of flirting, one so clear that a social hobbit could tell.

That was when Dazai strode in, drinking from his water bottle. Drinking the water as if it'd disapear before his very eyes. But the contentment from his refreshment soured as he saw the scene before him.

"What are you doing?" He snarled, shoving Fyodor back and away from her. He in turn, wrapped his jacket around her and pulled her closer. As if giding her away from a threat.

"Just meeting the opposition." Fyodor shrugged, acting as if he was pure. As if he was a saint of sorts.

This devolved to a argument, leading her only option to pull her hotheaded friend out of the way. Dragging him by the collar to a bench near the track.

"What was that for?" She chidied, swatting him playfully. But her voice was stern. Annoyed even.

"I can't stand it when someone makes you feel worried or uneasy."

divider by @/cafekitsune

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