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Here lies our love,

Forever out of time,

Promises broken,

Never was it wise,

Here lies our love.

You made the first call.

Broke the contract.

Never to speak to I.

Yet here we are.

You made the first call.

Fights on fights.

Words forever spoken.

We called for each other.

We broke one another.

Fights on fights. 

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Love.

Something one can grasp and lose.

The thing that makes the heart beat.

Or the one that causes the heart to break.

The thing one wishes to find.

Love.

Hatred.

The thing I feel.

The thing I bathe in.

The feeling I dip my toes into.

Hatred.

Love and hatred.

You can grasp one or the other.

Dip into it or dive right in.

Lose or grasp it.

Love and hatred.

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Words of the wise.

They spoke in messages.

Hushed for only a certain ear to hear.

Never spoken aloud.

Words of the wise.

You could find them in forests.

Trees spread all around.

Huddled around a stump.

Whispering and mumbling.

You could find them in forests.

The skies change.

From light to dark.

Clouds thickened.

Winds rush and zip.

The skies change.

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Classes filled to the brim.

Chairs pushed against the others.

All spoke with each other.

Speaking about the subject at hand.

Classes filled to the brim.

Words on the page.

Jumped through the lines. 

Passages and passages.

Messages between the lines.

Words on the page. 

They spoke aloud.

Read what was written.

High confidence was heard.

Slow in pace.

They spoke aloud.

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Words tangled together.

Spoke in rush.

Trying to just get the words out.

“I like you.”

Words tangled together.

I saw you.

Walking through the halls.

Running across the field.

Skipping towards your friends.

I saw you.

I found solace in peace.

The heartbreak was the worst.

It formed a wedge between me and you.

I stopped coming to your games.

I found solace in peace. 

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Spring and Fall.

Seasons and actions.

Vibrant and Dull.

Fresh and Crisp.

Spring and Fall.

You and I.

Loud and quiet.

Bright and dark.

Love and hate.

You and I.

Stranger and Foe.

You and I. 

Once vibrant and in love.

Now dark and loathing.

Stranger and Foe. 

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I am the moon, she was the sun.

Everyone ran to her, they run away from me. 

The room roared when she walked, it dies when I walk.

She had a group, I have none.

I am the moon, she was the sun.

Whispers echoed as I walk.

Eyes watch my every move.

I know what they say.

“She died and I killed her.”

Whispers echoed as I walk.

Shadows cover every inch of my sight.

I am laying on the dirt ground.

People gather around.

Watching as they kick and beat me.

Shadows cover every inch of my sight.

I was the moon, she was the sun.

Hand and hand.

We walked to the light.

Together again.

I was the moon, she was the sun. 

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Snowy Fonts Ranpo Edogawa x writer fem! reader

(BTW you still work in the ADA, it's just you decide to write stories based off the real crime, depending on what's going through a detectives head during a crime investigation)

As the winter fall was just beginning, many people were rushing to get the latest candies or books. One was getting lost and the other lost in words on a page.

-(Y/N)'s POV-

I decided to grab the latest book of mine to add to the collection of my very own books. I enjoyed writing the murder books of detectives thought process but reading my own work when published is very different than working on the story itself. I found my works unreadable once I had them in my hands, flipping through the pages finding every error of less detail. I got wonderful comments on my books but the very few hate comments made me shatter. I never had really good self-esteem and my writing was my escape. When someone comments hateful words to me or behind my back, I remember the nights I cried trying to figure out why my writing was not the best. My ability didn't make it any better. I may have a strong ability that lets me write about the future for only five weeks but the mental side effect wasn't the best. 'That's not going to help anyone!' 'Write a better future.' Even with the smallest mistake my brain will pinpoint it. Being in the agency helped me realise why I thought this way. My parents were the key factor. 'You're not doing your best!' 'Your gift is trash just like yourself!' The words they used are the words I use on myself.

"(Y/N) Are you lost in thought again?"

"Oh sorry Ranpo, I guess I was," I said. "Well you choose to come help me find the new winter candies but here we are having somebody's book" Ranpo said. "Oh, well I guess we can go get those candies!" I said, putting on a front to hide my hateful thoughts getting to me. "Yay! To the candy store!" Ranpo said, skipping along.

- Timeskip -

"How was the trip to the candy store Ranpo?" Kenji asked. "I enjoyed it but (Y/N) stopped at some book sale to buy their newest book," Ranpo said. "Oh that's right her newest book came out," Yosano said. This conversation was going on right in front of me. My desk was right beside Kenji's. "Good work on your writing, it was better than last time," Kunikida stated. "It truly was," Atsushi said. Atsushi was my greatest stan here. We both enjoyed books and he ended up finding out first I was a book author. "I didn't know you wrote books," Dazai said, coming over to me. "Yeah I do, but its mostly about detectives' voices inside their head and how they solve the crime," I said. "So that's why most of the time you and Ranpo have cases together," Kenji stated. "Y-yeah I guess that's right," I said. "Ms. (L/N) come here," the president called. "Coming on over," I said. "I guess I gotta go." I waved them all goodbye.

"Yes Mr. President?" I questioned. "I just wanted to say I was proud of your writing skills and how far you have come," He said. "T-thank you," I stuttered. He always would say nice things about my work, but I still never get used to it. 'He's only trying to please you.' 'They only want your ability.' My face changed from a smile to a frown. The thoughts were starting again. I guess it was noticed because the president asked "Are you alright (L/N)?" "Oh I'm fine!" I said. "I really should get back to work, anything else you needed me for?" "Yes, can you make sure Ranpo writes his report? I noticed you have only been doing the reports since you and Ranpo started working together," Fukuzawa said. "Ok," I said and left. As I was on my way, I bumped into Kyoka. "Where are you off to Kyoka," I asked. "Im off the buy your books so I can talk more with you," She said. "Aw you don't have to," I said. "No it's fine," She retorted back. "Ok have fun!" I said. Fronts were so much easier. They never really break character. They were like criminals. Also lying when really you should be telling the truth. True characters hurt people, so my front will always be there.

Once I got back to the office, I noticed that Ranpo was reading and not eating. "What is he doing?" I whispered to Atsushi. "I lended him the first book of your series, him claiming he wanted to know more about your writing," Atsushi whispered back. "Hey (Y/N) come here," Ranpo yelled at me. "Ok," I said, as I walked over. "What would you like?" I asked. "I wanted to know why this book is written about me," He said. "Excuse me?" I questioned. He knew. He was never supposed to know. "Well this first book is about the first case I solved, and the date this was published was months after I told you," Ranpo said. His eyes were opened. The prettiest emerald eyes ever. "I'm sorry, I never got your permission to create a book off it," I said. My head looking down. 'Now he hates you, how do you feel?' 'Aw, are you going to cry, crybaby?' "it's fine, I never had a book based off me before, as the greatest detective of all times I feel honoured," He said, going back to eating his food. "R-really?" I questioned. "Yes but your next book needs to be about me and yours relationship after I ask you out," Ranpo said, bluntly. "What?" Me and everyone else questioned. "You heard me, check the letter on your desk," Ranpo said, pointing to the desk. I walked up to my desk and picked up the letter. It stated:

'I hope this goes right. Will you write me like you write your books after this date I take you on?' Yes no

-Ranpo Edogawa

I checked one off and handed it back to Ranpo. He opened it and said.

'I hope this goes right. Will you write me like you write your books after this date I take you on? Yes no

'P.S Never ask someone out over a letter'

"And that is how I met your greatest father of all times," I whispered to the kids in their beds. "They truly love the story about me being the greatest detective of all times!" Ranpo laughed. "They sure do," I said back.

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Hello, I was once a writer who mostly wrote either BSD or JJK, transferring all her work from wattpad to here. However I plan to also publish my work from a pervious class of mine that I am no longer taking. Feel free to read or criticize any of my works published on this page.

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Waiting Room Osamu Dazai x fem!reader

side note - inspired by the song waiting room by Phoebe Bridgers.

A person is someone who connects well with a group of people. Someone who makes a person feel whole when they are just beginning their faction of a new identity to conceal the past. Conceal the horrible truth of a being. The being losing everything he wants once he gets it. All while he knows it for the better.

Nobody's POV

She disappeared. He disappeared. The workplace empty. The people who crowded the empty place, all hoping both return but know one will not. The dangers of the world creeping up.

Know it's for the better

A word not spoken. Not since the letter. The letter of sadness. The one he received the very day of a certain death anniversary. The words on the page stating almost the exact same thing four years ago. The act being reenacted, just with someone he values the one.

Know it's for the better

Silence haunts the workplace, all praying they come back. The room quiet as no one wishes to burn the hope they all pray for. Not a word as not to wish to burn the hopeful thoughts of the two dancing around while everyone watches. Connections between every single movement, eyes never leaving one another. The smiles matching each other's faces. The connection of two young lovers finally showing it. Neither knowing the love they have for eachother is about to all be lost.

Know it's for the better

The door creaks. Breaking the silence. Every eyes wide open. Looking desperately to see the person who enters. All the hope they gather between one another slowly grows. The person's foot enters. Fresh blood on the shoe. Dripping from the hands of one. All hope is lost.

Know it's for the better

"She's gone." All spoken from a man who was told to go fight on the good side, losing someone who proved the theory of good or bad to be true.

Once again, Dazai loses something he cherishes the minute he obtains it. The same way he lost Oda.

Know it's for the better

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Commit Osamu Dazai x fem!reader

TW: Mention of Suicide

The words on the letter was hard to grasp. One held onto the other's dead body. Wishing they would come back.

- No One's POV -

The agency was on its way. The workload piling up since Dazai wasn't around to help. He went missing for a few days and nobody knew why. Maybe he finally committed the suicide he always wanted. He never once contacted anyone after leaving a heartfelt voicemail. It sounded like crying but nobody knew why. They just continued with their days. Working harder on the cases Dazai was supposed to do yet he wasn't there to help. They tried to call him, to bring him into work, but his phone went straight to voicemail. Kunikida tried knocking on his door, but he never answered. They didn't want to parge into his house, if all he was doing was sleeping.

It's been two weeks since that voicemail.

They were worrying. He hasn't shown up. He hasn't gone to any meetings. It was like he truly did just die. Disappear if that was the right word. He truly didn't want to see anyone. The way the agency was quiet. No laughing from Atsushi and Dazai himself. Nobody bugging Kunikida, making him mess his schedule all up. They all waited for the time he walked through that door, with his smile. The smile that made everyone know it was going to be okay. They wanted him to give them ideas for plans. They needed him like they needed Ranpo. Those two were their mind and heart. They knew how to do things.

Once the door opened. And a person walked right on in.

"How is everyone doing?"

"Mr. Dazai your back!" Atsushi exclaimed. "I am Atsushi," Dazai said. "Where were you?" Kunikida questioned. "Grieving," Was all he said. Just like that. He walked over to his desk. Placing down a letter that was in his hands. He tucked it into the desk drawer.

- Two Weeks since Dazai came back to the Agency -

Everything was slowly going back to the way they were. Kunikida was getting bugged like usual from Dazai. Everyone seemed happy. The smiles that were frowns making their way back onto their faces. Cases were getting solved faster. Dazai's new motivation was shocking everyone. He finished his cases alone. He finished writing reports instead of asking Atsushi to finish them.

Until one day, that all changed by a single question.

It was a normal day at the agency. Dazai seemed like his sleepless eyes were finally gone. The red that was underneath was gone. He was bugging Kunikida, as Atsushi noticed he had a letter that was mixed between his and Dazai's work. He thought it was his since him and Kyoka decided to pass notes to talk about different cases they didn't have together. He opened the letter and it read.

Dear Osamu Dazai.

I want you to know I love you truly.

I will miss you forever but it's my time to go.

Know this was never your fault.

I want you to grow as a person, focus more on your work.

I will protect you from the heavens, as I watch over you.

The most handsome man that ever entered my life.

I love you and I wish you the best darling.

Goodbye Osamu Dazai

- (Y/N) (L/N)

"Dazai what's this?" Atsushi asked. When Dazai looked over, so did everyone else. It was the letter he held when he came back to the agency. "Did you have a lover?" Atsushi asked. "I-I did," Dazai stuttered. That shocked people. He never did. He always had the confidence in his words. Even if some were stupid words that were spit out of his mouth. "Do we ever get to meet them?" Yosano asked. "No, you can't," He answered. "Why? You want to keep this person all to yourself?" Kunikida asked. Dazai took a deep breath and said.

"You can't since she killed herself a month ago."

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Coffee Crisp Ranpo Edogawa x fem reader

It was just like a regular day in the Armed Detective Agency. People working hard on cases. The wind blew through the open windows. It was a hot summer evening and fingers were dancing on keyboards. Some on breaks, some still working away. One person however was dying for some Canadian chocolate.

- Y/N's POV -

I was on my one hour break from doing a case involving a kidnap. I ended up having five suspects. I have to call each one after the other and record their conversations. I decided it was a good idea to eat some of the Canadian chocolate I had gathered when I went to Canada to help solve a case for a friend of mine. They moved to Canada awhile back but we still kept great contact.

Just as I was opening my bag I had, some of the other members of the agency entered the room I was in. Dazai decided to sit beside me as we have a close bond from when we were younger before the agency. (yes they were in the mafia together) Atsushi on the other hand, sat to the right of me waving me a hello. Kunikida stayed standing, and Ranpo laying on the couch. "How is the case going?" Kunikida asked. "Great actually, I have five suspects and I have to record them after my break," I answered. "You're going to work overtime?" Dazai questioned. "Well yes I am, I always like to finish my work, especially if I can save a life," I responded. "What's in the bag?" Atsushi asked, switching the subject. "Oh right, yes, I have about 10 Canadian chocolate bars called Coffee crisp and I was going to try them," I answered.

Dead silence.

"And you didn't have the heart to tell the greatest detective of all time?" Ranpo stated, hinting sadness in his voice. "Well I wanted the candy all to myself, greatest detective of all times," I answered. "May I have one?" Atsushi asked. "Oh why yes of course," I answered, giving Atsushi the chocolate. "Can I have one?" Dazai asked. "No," I responded. "Well Dazai, Atsushi we have a case to get to, we will be on our way," Kunikida stated. "Yep off we go!" Dazai yelled.

Silence again.

I opened the wrapper of the candy. It making this crinkly sound. I was halfway through the chocolate in my mouth when suddenly the other half was gone. "Ranpo we are at work, we promised no relationship during work hours," I said. "I knowww, but I wanted chocolate," Ranpo whined. "Well, here have two and I'll keep three for Kunikida, Atsushi, and Dazai since Atsushi didn't get his yet," I answered, giving Ranpo one piece. "HEY Why only two?!?," Ranpo whined again. "Because you already had a half of chocolate," I answered. "Plus I have more in my bedroom." "Well," Ranpo said, getting up. "I guess," He stated, fully standing up. "I have to go to your place to get it," Now sitting in Atsushi's spot. Him putting his head on my lap.

"And get that coffee crisp and maybe something more~"