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[steleir]

itoshi rin matches the "i hate everyone but you x golden retriever girl" trope to a t. i do not care what you say. he shows this in many ways. 

1) could be the way his gaze quickly switches when he's looking at you. you often find yourself being dragged to his friend's hangout, which he just so happened to be dragged to as well. you see his cold eyes piercing dagers into their souls, but then he turns to you, and the cold gaze is replaced with one of fondness and love. everyone can see it. he does not have to be big on public pda, the way that he looks at you, even when others are around, is enough. 

2) the way he speaks to others compared to you. anyone who isn't you gets to speak to the rude rin, the one that looks at everyone else as below him, the rin who does not care for any single atom on this earth. but then, there's you again. the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, the only person he sees as his equal, no scratch that, someone even better than him. (of course, rude rin is still there; he lets that part of him slip simply because being cold is the only emotion he's known for so many years now.)

3) the way he's so touchy with you. it takes a while but eventually, when he gets comfortable, there's no getting him off of you. once he puts his head on your lap, wraps his hand around your thigh, and closes his eyes, it's over for you. you're not leaving until he says so.

4) it takes time and baby steps, but you finally get him to talk about his emotions, and all he can do is cry to you and tell you how much he loves you, knowing damn well no one else has ever seen him break down like this, and no one other than you ever will.

wanted to make this longer but i’m fighting 2029292929 demons as k try not to fall asleep rn

[steleir]

“would you still love me if i was never born?” you asked, a serious look on your face. “…” he averted his gaze from your’s as he huffed and puffed, completely baffled at the question. how do you even answer a question like that? “the real question here is, would you love me if i was never born?” he asked, a sly grin in his face as your bright smile quickly faded. “no fair!” you yelled, crossing your arms across your chest. “not so fun now, is it?” he chuckled, as your tackled him onto the bed, planting soft kisses on every corner of his face and jaw.

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১. isagi , oliver , chigiri , yuji , yutta ? , kaiser , geto , dazai , chuuya , nikolai , ranpo , atsushi + your fave!

[steleir]

𝓿oice . ꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱💭 a 𝓈ℴ𝒻𝓉, familiar voice, one he treasured in every life.

0.4k wc. ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ fem! reader x choso kamo, fluff, pure fluff, non! curse au. @omitea and enjoy some fluff for u<3

“i love you,” you murmured into his ears, his arms wrapped around your waist.

in every life, choso kamo and y/n l/n fell in love. no matter what position they were in.

of course they didn’t remember it at all, but there was always this nostalgia your voice brought to him.

soulmates. people who fell in love in every life—they recognised each other no matter what—made it work no matter what, and if they couldn’t, there was always the next life.

death, wasn’t the end.

soulmates always recognised their lover, whether they had a different face and body, different hair, or if they were completely different.

“how?” one would think. well because there’s always that tiny detail—that thing that brings you comfort, that you recognise, that makes you feel at home.

and for choso, it was none other than your voice.

the one he loved listening to. the voice he wished he could live in, fill the house with books while your voice was in the background, and relax at the touch of your voice that blessed his ears, in every single life.

“your voice, it’s so…familiar.” he whispered as he absentmindedly played with your necklace.

“how so?” you giggled, a smile on your face. “it like. i can’t even explain it, so soft and beautiful; like i've heard it before, just not from you,” he explains, a tone of uncertainty lingering.

“well, for me, it’s something about your laugh. it’s like, so nostalgic,” you said, looking at him lovingly but simply not quite like how he looked at you.

how he looked at you—it was inexplainable, like you hung the stars and the mood in the sky, like you were the goddess of it all.

“something else in the matter?” you raised a brow as he seemed to still be pondering about something.

“do you think we’re together in every life?” he questioned, quite a goofy smile tugging at his lips.

“i don’t necessarily believe in that stuff, but if it’s real, then of course. what can separate us?” you replied honestly, and he took a moment to think about the last part of your sentence.

“god, he can.”

“then, we have to hope he doesn’t.”

“i guess we do.”

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[steleir]

໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ fem! reader x kunigami rensuke, angst. i’m in such a writing block writing this alone had me fighting my demons.

the apeathetic look in his eyes was funny, almost. your heart beating faster than it ever has. the raindrops that landed on the windows, slowly sliding down the clear glass, mimicking your own tears. 

it was humbling when you rushed to hug him when he stepped through your front door with a copy of your keys in hand. 

he was the only one allowed to barge in like this. just like how he barged into your heart and carved a perfect place for him to sit, right at the centre of your heart. you ran to hug him, only to be met with coldness—no arms wrapping around you, no hand that would be placed at your head as kunigami placed a kiss right at the crown of your head.

nothing, just the feeling of his hard abs through his t-shirt and silence. silence that rang into your ears so loudly. "kuni..." you mumbled, pulling away and looking up at his dead eyes.

dread rushed through your body at the sight, the boy you once knew—the boy you once loved—wasn't there.

...at least not anymore, and he wasn't coming back any time soon. was he?

what happened in bluelock to make him like this?

"we're never getting back together, got it?" he said demandingly. 

it was only a day after he revived the letter from bluelock that he broke up with you, saying he couldn't bare the thought of having to make you wait for however long this program could last.

but when he returned, he promised, that if you still loved him, you could be together again.

but, look where that led you. to you having a throbbing heart and souly yearning for the orange-haired boy. 

you went quiet, struggling to figure out what to do—what to even say. 

"kuni, you can't just leave me like that..." you whispered to yourself, though deep down wishing he heard. "i can; i don't love you anymore," he shrugged, his apathetic eyes staring daggers into your own empathetic ones.

you got on your toes and placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning closer and closer. lips yearning for his.

for some reason, he hasn't pulled away; he just froze. and somewhere behind the shock, you swore you could see the boy you once loved hiding. from you—from the world. 

you lips smashed against his as he found himself kissing you back, the tears that still tripped down from your eyes squishing against his cheek.

you pulled away eventually, and you couldn't help but notice how his lips still chased after yours. like his mouth said one thing, but his body said a whole other thing.

"tell me if you change your mind," you mumbled, trying to hold back tears, to no avail, however. 

they ran down all the way to your neck.

in a way, you hoped his didn't change his mind, because you knew if he did, you'd run right back, causing yourself even more hurt. you had to move on.

[steleir]

KISS, KISS FALL INLOVE!

໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ (content) . fem! reader x oliver aiku, rlly rlly suggestive so again 16+ !!! mentions of sex, fwb, college au, mentions of parties.

૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა‎ ‎ (sum) who knew letting your dorm mate throw a skmole party would lead to you and your best friend becoming a little more than that?

kissing was a foreign concept to you—you'd never expected the touch of a man's lip, but your best friend, oliver aiku, it was one of the three things he was an expert in. 

your heart raced uncontrollably, the sound of music was still blasting into your room even after you'd closed the door. 

when you agreed to let your roommate host the party in your dorm, you didn't at all expect this to happen. 

there was this pleading look in his eyes for you to just do it, even when that sly smirk that also resided on his face said otherwise—that he was amused with how hesitant you were. 

"a-are you sure you want to do this?" you stuttered, "i'm not very good."

he chuckled. his hands held your waist. "you've never even tired," he smiled as he pushed your head down, lips brushing against one another. 

you weren't exactly sure how you ended up in here, moments away from doing it with your best friend, not knowing if this would have severe consequences after. 

you sighed as you sat up on the bed, causing oliver to furrow his brows. "what's wrong?"

"i don't know..." you murmered, holding your hair up with your hands as you tried to calm yourself. what were you doing? 

you dressed yourself in the prettiest dress you had that night, hoping you'd meet a guy—a guy you didn't know. not a guy you were more than well acquainted with.

maybe it was how desperate you'd gotten by now, after all this time, you still never had your first kiss. "c'mon, nothing's going to happen, just tonight," he smirked as he got closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist once again, foreheads touching. 

"i'll i want to do is spend my night with the prettiest girl i've ever seen—heck, the prettiest girl in the entire world."

you must be as red as a tomato right now. no wonder oliver was so popular with the girls; his words were seductive so convincing.

you took a sharp breath before smashing your lips against oliver's. you were sloppy and fast; it was your first kiss, of course you were, and oliver didn't seem to mind.

his hands roamed your body, almost hungrily, and when you tried to pull away from the kiss, he didn't let you. "not enough," he groaned against your lips, his hands never seeming to stop exploring your body, but now he was like a mad man.

he was rough—too rough for a man with a girl who's never done this before, but you didn't mind, even though it shocked you at first. 

oliver shocked himself as well; honestly, he'd never been like this, so needy for more, but it was you. the girl he's always wanted. 

"please," he moaned softly into your ear as he began to place kisses from your jaw down to your chest. you didn't say anything; you didn't have to; he already knew what your response would be.

you felt dirty, so weird, and disgusted for doing this with the man you grew up playing football with in his backyard.

peculiar isn't it? how life is? 

how this one party lead to this, something that may or may not ruin your friendship with aiku.

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