#fluff & angst

[braincellz-inajar]

angst time: so yk how beryl is obsessed and loves sharks? on his first birthday poppy decided to bring a shark balloon to his birthday that looks so real to an actual shark, yves seeing this instantly went into panic badly due to the fact his own parents died from a shark attack when he was younger causing him to be king at such a young age in his life, he almost popped the balloon with a weapon if trollex hadn't stopped him in time, he left the party early leaving a worried husband behind but beryl seeing yves leave he later sneaked out the party n swam home [ by himself ] to the hyperpop castle and searched for his baba there [ since that was the first place he'd normally look ]

he found yves crying in his bedroom and sat by the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do or say he just started saying shark facts he knows, yves startled upon why his child was here went silent for a bit just listening to his kid ramble after awhile he got up and apologize to beryl and they just snuggled and slept

[jinisnuggets]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬. 𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳 - 𝑱.𝒀𝑯

PAIRINGS | Yunho x Fem!Reader

GENRE | Angst

Word Count | 1.2k

Warnings | Missing person mentions, multiple hints and mentions of death, swear words, states of denial, hints of depression, supernatural activity?

SYNOPSIS | You felt yourself slowly losing your grip on reality as you came to accept the fact that he was gone. You knew it, yet the hope still came back, the hope that maybe he was still out there, waiting for you.

Masterlist (None Yet)

NETWORK | @illusionnet @starlit-network @k-library @blossomnet

A/N | I was going to wait till I finished writing the entire series, but I would like to post this now to see how it does. If you have any feedback, please please please tell me :D

“Another report?”

Your eyes were tired, you were tired as you noticed her stare at you, remaining silent until she finally decided to speak up.

“Listen, I know you're only doing this hell of a job in order to find your missing boyfriend, but please remember that we have limited people who we're working with and most definitely not enough for you to be solely in charge of his case.” She scolded.

You groaned in frustration, “Are you done criticizing?” you muttered under your breath, flipping through the stacks worth of valuable information.

She blinked, shaking her head shortly after in disappointment as she sighed, earning a glare from you.

“Unfortunately, you're one of our best so please hurry up and do your job right.” she murmured.

Slamming the folders onto the desk while standing up and pulling your chair near her, taking a seat with a fake smile spread wide across your face.

“Well then Ms. Know-it-all, would you please stop bickering and take the time to show me this new case?” You asked, with an obvious sarcasm in your voice.

People often had the tendency to misinterpret you, leading to misunderstandings. Becoming a detective wasn't an choice whenever he went missing many years back, and it bothered you that people commonly misconceived your agony for discourtesy.

You felt guilty. Guilty for becoming a top detective in your facility. Guilty for failing to keep that promise that was made so long ago.

Home felt like a prison; you only ever saw visions of how life was back then when everything was simply normal; had dreams that felt so real, so vivid that they almost fooled you, fooled you into thinking that everything was just a bad nightmare and in reality he was still next to you, holding you tight into the arms of his embrace.

Somehow, you still lived in denial; a slight hope that he was still out there somewhere: alive and well, though you knew the percentage of that was close to little or even none. Truthfully, the more you thought about it the closer you were to quitting that stupid job. It brought you nothing but anguish.

Afterall, it'd been 4 years. There was no chance of ever finding him by now.

Though your consciousness would never leave you alone if you ever quit without any sense of closure.

Before taking a job as a detective, you wished to study something more simplistic and take a different approach in life. Something that would allow you to live comfortably while still having time for him. You'd walk past the door everyday, always coming home to the lively smell of freshly cooked food, or the smell of a clean house.

You'd walk into the kitchen and see him, wrap your arms around his waist and allow yourself to rest on his warmth.

And now even the house seemed to have lost its color; as if it knew that there was no life occupying its residency anymore; it felt as if walking into an empty void of darkness.

The only reason you'd ever move his things was to brush away any dust that had made home on his furniture, besides that you never dared to move anything from where he had left it, not even when you got tired of seeing the same layout everyday. Maybe because it was the only thing you had left of him.

Following your steps and walking over to the door; taking a deep breath before opening it and revealing the other side, walking in as you let your legs guide you.

Dragging yourself, you moved slowly, almost limply over to the vase which was in the corner of his TV stand, carrying the brand new bouquet of red roses and placing them neatly inside, taking a seat on his bed as you forced a smile, already beginning to feel the warmth creep into your throat.

“Happy Anniversary.. Yunho..” you muttered, cheeks burning in vexation.

“It's been 8 years.”

Silence filled the room once more, almost as if you were expecting an answer.

You felt the tears stream down your face.

“My birthday's coming up… I'll be 24..”

Though it was hard, you began accepting the reality you were in, feeling yourself collapse onto his bed as your tears streamed down your cheeks furiously and landed on those blankets that hadn't been slept in for years.

Taking multiple deep breaths and sitting up. “I really wish you had finished your game. I can still recall how excited you were about it…” You muttered as your eyes landed on the game collection he'd been so enthusiastic about.

Sure, what you were doing would be considered stupid to an outsider who had no human decency on how it felt losing someone as special as Yunho; but to you it felt like therapy. Almost like you were speaking to him again.

Sighing, you stood up from his bed and walked towards the TV, wiping off some of the dust which had gathered.

“I hope you don't get upset with me for moving your things to the attic. I doubt it's healthy for me to keep it here, so I'll probably move everything soon, when I get the chance.”

You finally left the room, deciding it would be best to leave everything for the moment and go make yourself something for dinner, just to clear your mind, however, the moon came out from under the trees and soon came your bedtime.

Your room was at the end of the hall, which meant it was a requirement to walk past your missing boyfriend’s empty bedroom. Almost everyday for the last 1,460 days, you walked past that shut door that led into an empty void.

This time however, you felt strangely drawn to the room, and it wasn't until you noticed the soft light that peeked from underneath the door frame that you realized why that might've been.

The thought of an intruder was the first automatic thought that came into your mind, though instead of being fearful, you felt mostly frustrated.

Opening the door, you walked into the room with caution. It was emptied of any life except for the bright TV, which illuminated the room with a screen that had been long forgotten.

It was the game's homepage, the game that Yunho had been so excited about so many years ago. The brown bubble boxes of options dangling on the screen cheerfully; background moving with ease as it navigated through a default map from afar.

Staring and chuckling, you moved towards the remote and clicked on the off settings, which was uneventful as the screen went pitch black. You sprinted towards the door, about to close it behind you until the wall in front of you lit up with a bright light.

Once more, you turned around and saw the TV’s screen, shining optimistically on the game's homepage with the same brown bubble boxes dangling in the middle; this time, the background showed a different setting, which was that of a shop.

Maybe it was a glitch.

Making your way back, you picked up the controller, once more and clicked the off button; although the TV didn't shut off this time, the screen remained the same, unmoving except for the game's homepage animation.

You clicked again and again but nothing.

You walked towards the disk inserter, clicking the glowing button which was to release the disk contraction.

Nothing happened.

Walking back, the screen remained indifferent, mocking if not. And though you certainly weren't in the mood or mindset for it, you felt you mind ignoring what you knew you shouldn't, going into a state of euphoria as you picked up a controller from the stand and clicked the one and only option.

Start Game

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Can we get a c.a cupid x blondie lockes fic?

This turned a bit angsty and I might be exposing my own insecurities a little but with this one but hey it’s not like I’ll ever meet anyone on here in real life

Anyway I’ll be posting the Dizzie fic as soon as the poll results come in next week so keep that in mind

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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“Of course I’m a royal! My mum is a queen in her own right!” Apple blinked at Blondie as the girl animatedly looked at the princess.

“Right…. so like what kingdom does she rule?” Blondie felt panic rise inside her as Apple cocked her head to the side, staring at her in wonder.

“Oh you know… the one with the forest and umm the animals.” The silence that passed between them could be cut with a knife from the tension.

Blondie wished for nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole. Who was she fooling? Why would Apple White of all people actually believe that the village her mother ruled over was a kingdom.

It was at times like this that she regretted opening her mouth and saying anything at all. But yet she craved for that validation and attention.

From across the hall Cupid watched in second hand embarrassment as neither girls looked at each other, standing in silence as if waiting for something to happen.

She could hear snippets of their conversation earlier and as she did she sighed heavily. Why couldn’t Blondie she her true value?

Why did it matter if she was a royal or not? It all just a fancy title to Cupid. She couldn’t understand why it brought significance. Maybe she could ask Cleo De Nile when she got back to monster high in a few days.

For now, she had to do something to break that tension.

“Blondie!”

Both girls whipped around as Cupid ran up to them, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arm around Blondies shoulders.

“Oh Cupid! Great to see you!” Apple rocked on her heels as she looked around for an escape. Thankfully Cupid provided the just right one as she started to pull Blondie away.

“I hope you won’t mind if I steal Blondie for a sec. I need some… mirrorcast advice.”

“Oh no! Take her she’s all yours!”

Apple gracefully ran off without a second thought leaving the two girls to sigh in relief. “That was painful to watch.”

Blondie groaned into her hands as she started to walk away. “Don’t mention it!” Cupid felt a little sad for the girl but she really had to understand her value.

“Why are you so determined to prove your royalty? It’s just a title.”

Blondie stopped in her tracks as she gave a snappy glare to Cupid. What would she know about her struggles?

“Easy for you to say. Aren’t you a goddess?”

When Cupid didn’t reply Blondie muttered a ‘I knew it’ before she walked of her mood totally not just right. In fact, nothing seemed to be just right!

“Blondie wait! I only meant that your value shouldn’t rely on a title.” That seemed to get her attention enough to listen.

“Blondie… you are beautiful, helpful, supporting, compassionate. You are all that and more without some over glorified title. So why do you think being labeled ‘royal’ is going to change anything?”

Cupid didn’t know it, but the words hit Blondie harder than she expected. All her life she grew up not quite with the rebels and not quite with the royals.

She was always at the edge of things for when they needed her. The royal team need an extra hide and seek player? Ask Blondie. The rebels need a watch out? Ask Blondie.

But when it came to actually being part of the group and being wanted and not needed Blondie found she was stuck in the middle.

And maybe, just maybe if that over glorified title came over her head the royals might actually just let her be in their group without needing her.

Just wanting her to be there.

“Because… maybe I’ll be wanted for once. Maybe I’ll be the first choice, someone’s just right! I won’t be the backup or the replacement.”

Cupid felt her heart stir in a way that only one other person she knew off could make it stir. Dexter. But he wasn’t here, and her heart was beating for the sad girl before her.

Beating in a way that it hadn’t even beaten for Dexter.

She reached over tentatively, grabbing her hands and trapping them between hers as she grazed deeply into her eyes.

“You’re my just right Blondie. My first choice and number one. I want you… and I want to be there for you. I value our relationship more than any title.”

Blondie was at a loss of words. Why was her heart beating like this? Like it was just right. Like this girl in front of her was just right.

“And if royals like Apple can’t see that, then they aren’t worth your time or effort. You shouldn’t suddenly be wanted because of a fancy title, you should be wanted for who you are. Just like I do.”

Warmth flowed through Blondie as she gazed at Cupid with a dumbfounded expression. Was this what it was like to be wanted and not needed?

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Did anyone catch on to the monster high reference?? I like to sprinkle little Easter eggs here and there sometimes

Anyway currently supposed to be studying for my exams that are in a week but instead I’m shopping for my Halloween party outfit for tomorrow

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[storytimewithtibby]

me, earlier, deciding to write fluffy things: me, choosing the fluffy line, and spinning the Rogue wheel: the wheel: Dr. Freeze me: ... i fucked up step one.

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Author's Notes: Hello!! I am here to just post this little drabble I wrote while just listening to music and letting my mood take control of the keyboard. It's been SO LONG! So forgive me if it's not up to par with my late works. (；ω；)

Word count: 824.

Genre: Started out as a Fluff, but now it's an Angst. ( ￣▽￣)

Trigger Warnings: Mild blood, slight gore, hinted kidnapping, I guess.

ON THE RUN - Port Mafia Dazai Osamu

“Hey. Hey, I think I know who you are.”

His voice was easily overtaken by the pitter patter of rain. A steady rainfall coming down just enough to make puddles. Enough to drown out someone's voice from afar. He continued to speak while taking small strides— the last thing he wanted was to frighten you. 

You walk aimlessly. Your steps are lazy and lack direction. Something weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn't a good day, you reminded yourself while you stepped deep into a puddle of water harshly. Your shoes are soaked.

“Wait! W-wai—” 

He stopped. A sudden wall was in his way of catching up to you. 

“How irritating..” 

His first instinct was to slowly pull out his gun. That alone would send people screaming and running. But not them. And when he loaded his gun and took his aim with one hand, something stopped him. His blood suddenly turned to ice. His dark brown eyes slightly widened. 

“You haven't changed. You said you would leave this place.” 

He scowled at the man before him. Someone who he once had called a partner. His friend. 

“Shut up. It doesn't concern you whether or not I decided to leave.”

The man smiled painfully. His eyes held sorrow and pity on the man he so often viewed as a damaged child.

“I told you it didn't matter in the end… to be good. Why.. did you go back on your word?”

A warning shot was fired just past his ear. His face hot, cheek stinging in pain from such a small, superficial wound.

“I made my decision. You're in my way. I suggest moving aside.”

“It's not too late.” 

He held both arms up with open palms facing Dazai. 

There was another gunshot. Just one. Then the only sound that remained was the light drizzle of rain hitting the pavement. 

“Bullshit. I was damned before you even met me.” 

He pressed on. A heavy weight now on his back as he picked up the pace to catch up once more. There you were. Waiting at a bus stop that was clearly long out of service for the night.

“Finally.. there you are.”

He caught his breath and gave a weak smile before it quickly faded to dismay. 

You held onto both crutches tightly through the rain making it troublesome. Your left leg in a boot that was soaked from the rain. Left wrist bandaged and you had two stitches above your left eyebrow.

“..What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

It wasn't out of fear. Not anger. It was a concern. Worried. You noticed blood on him but you knew better than to think he got injured. 

“Who—”

“No one.”

He quickly cut you off. It didn't matter how many times you asked anyway. Dazai hardly ever told you who he got involved with let alone who he killed.

His hand reached out to cup your cheek. Cold rough hands caressed you and oddly enough it was warmer than the sun. But his eyes were cruel, bloodthirsty. Searching for something, someone to blame for your current state.

“It was—”

“I know. Don't say another word. I don't want to ruin the moment.”

You both went quiet. And as he continued to stroke your cheeks, you couldn't help but feel at peace. The deadliest man alive was right in front of you, and you didn't flinch whatsoever. 

He towered over you, his face leaned in to hover above your shoulder as he spoke in a low voice.

“No one can stop me. You know that already. It doesn't matter who or how many.”

Dazai exhaled heavily. This was clearly something he had been waiting for a long time to say. His breath is warm and tickling your ear. 

“ This game of cat and mouse is over. I won. I always win. And now, I'm going to claim what's rightfully mine.”

You swallowed hard. It was bound to happen. The inevitable. How stupid you were to think you could beat Dazai. You should've seen it from a mile away when he gave you such a big head start. But you tried to take him for a fool.

“The best way to trick a fool is to let the fool think he's tricking you.”

He said with snark, grinning. Dazai pushed you to sit down on the bench. It didn't take much to make you fall. Your heart was racing but you refused to break your poker face.

“You don't react like the others. That's interesting.” 

Dazai reached out to pull up strands of your hair, letting it fall through his fingers, strand by strand. Like playing with a doll. 

All you could do was watch as a small smile formed when he played with your hair. 

“It's too bad you're in such bad condition. But, I suppose it's a good change of pace. I've hardly had the chance to keep one alive before.”

[andvys]

someone send me Robin fic ideas to write!!!! I kinda wanna write oneshots/drabbles for her

[k1tk4ttt]

How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

[bloodyboi]

[ctrlzirl]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[rainedravens]

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[jinisnuggets]

𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 (7) 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᵍᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ! ᴴᵉᵉˢᵉᵘⁿᵍ ˣ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᵍᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ! ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ³.³ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴷⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵘⁿⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᴴᵉᵉˢᵉᵘⁿᵍ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵉˢʰᵐᵃⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʸᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ˢᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵃᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ʳᵒˢᵉ.

ᴬ/ᴺ: ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ...

One year meant one more rose,

It had become a tradition as time passed and things changed.

The first year meant one rose, a rose that would die out within the first few weeks of it being in a vase, petals falling onto your table and then into the floor, just to be picked up and thrown into the trash.

Two years meant two roses, yet another rose that would die out within the first few weeks, petals falling onto the floor to be thrown into the trash.

Three years equals three roses, four equals four, and so on.

And today… today you put the fifth rose into your vase, five years had passed since your crush on him, the crush you held onto since freshman year… the crush you could never get over no matter how much your friends told you to.

No matter how many times it was demanded to get over him, you just couldn't and you knew it was helpless trying… because you would never stop seeing that smiling face that you fell in love with. At night you would go to sleep thinking about his laugh, accompanied by his words of assurance.

You had seen everything he had to offer, except for his romantic care, you couldn't help but remember the old times when you didn't worry about having to hide it from him, you didn't have to shield any side of you. Even when you started out on opposite ends of the battlefield, you began fighting on the same enemy in the end. So why couldn't you get over him? Why couldn't you stop thinking about him when he already gave you more than enough?

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You entered the almost empty college classroom and found your friends sitting near the door, Jake with a turned chair and lunch on his lap and Sunghoon sitting on the opposite side of his chair, both facing Heeseung and Sunoo.

You sat down next to Sunoo, who was busy talking about the latest school drama. He would say random things like how someone just began dating someone, then going to who was absent that day and some, according to him, cool school theories that he found online or heard around from gossip.

You interrupted, “where's Jay?” questioning why he hadn't yet gotten to the table, he was really the only one missing. Jungwon and Ni-Ki wouldn't be showing up due to their own personal schedules, and since usually Jay was among the first to arrive at the designated meet up place, it was a bit confusing.

“He had to stay in class for a bit longer to help with a bit of cleaning.” Jake responded.

“What!?” Who would question you for being confused when your first automatic thought was the image of Jay deciding to be malicious and make a mess without going noticed, but it backfired when the teacher walked in on him and made him stay after class for the cleanup… which was, of course, very out of character for him.

“Voluntary work.” Jake corrected as you took a sigh of relief, you weren't prepared for Jay to suddenly shift personalities like that and if anyone in the friend group was the type to the point that if they did you wouldn't be surprised, it was obviously Jake.

Sunghoon glanced over at Heeseung, who was too busy spacing out with his thumb lightly pressing against his lip and eyes hyper focused on whatever entity could've been in front of him this time.

“Earth to Heeseung.” Sunghoon muttered, taking his fork and diving into his meal, Heeseung’s gaze shifted to Sunghoon and somewhat spaced out again before he shaked his head lightly and leaning back on his chair.

“You okay?” Jake asked, noticing his silence ever since class ended, Heeseung looked over at Jake and nodded, “Yeah… just had a busy mind all day.”

Sunoo gasped dramatically, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, “Looks like someone has a crush~”. Heeseung chuckled lightly and stayed silent, Sunghoon shared a shocked and confused expression before glancing over at you.

“Do you actually like someone?” Jake asked, unsure of what to expect, as Heeseung had only liked one person whom he was aware of, and he didn't even know he had gotten over her. Sunoo, the king of drama and gossip, didn't even know Heeseung had liked someone in his lifetime.

“I wouldn't say that- but…” scratching the back of his neck nervously, ears turning red as he began getting anxious on what to respond..

You couldn't help but jump back in surprise to his response, you hadn't heard him like this before and you weren't even aware he was capable of having romantic feelings for anyone in the first place. “Who is it?”

“Yena.”

“Kim Yena!?” Sunghoon asked in surprise, out of everyone he didn't expect Heeseung to respond with the name of a somewhat popular girl in school. He had never seen the two of them interact so it was out of place and felt strange, the only similarity he thought the two shared was the fact that they were studying the same thing and shared a couple of classes.

“Yeah- I recently got close with her after we were paired to work on a project together, we've been working together a lot on other class assignments, and I've been feeling a little strange around her recently. I don't really know how I feel about her, you know?”

You all glanced at each other in shock before looking back at Heeseung.

“Does she kinda suit your type?”

Sunoo raised his eyebrow a tad bit as Sunghoon sent a glare at him… you waved Sunghoon’s gaze because you hadn't told Sunoo how you felt about Heeseung so it wasn't at all his fault and you’d probably be the same if you were in his place.

“It's not that she doesn't, but I just don't know. I mean there's a lot of people who suit my ideal type yet I don't have any romantic feelings for them.”

“I didn't even know you had gotten over girl A.”

“Wait there was a girl A? And I didn't know!?”

Again, Sunghoon sent a glare to Jake and Sunoo for their mindless comments to which you just waved off, he was really the only one who knew in the table group and you didn't really know what he made such a big deal over.

Sunghoon stood up and grabbed his wallet from his pocket.

“I noticed that none of us have drinks so I'm gonna go buy us some, what would you guys like?”

“Water”

“Coke”

“I'll just take some juice or banana milk if there is.”

Sunghoon nodded, “Y/n can you help me?”

“Yeah, of course.” You stood up and accompanied Sunghoon out of the classroom, walking over to the vending machine that was nearest to the classroom, that was mostly a joke since it was the nearest but still a decently far walk, you helped him take all the drinks that he passed over to you.

“You okay?” He asked, still facing the vending machine but with a tint of concern filling the cleaner corners of his voice. You smiled lightly, glad he had the care to ask in the first place as you softly nodded.

“Yeah, I'm okay. I saw it coming.”

Sunghoon passed you 2 bottles of banana milk, one was for you and the other was for Heeseung, you also held Jake's coke as he held Sunoo’s water and his own apple juice.

“You've liked him for a long time, isn't it rough for you?”

“Yeah it is- I have five flowers in my vase and will probably be adding a sixth one next year, but it's okay.”

“You're still doing that rose thing?”

“Yeah, I'll continue until I get over him, I mean it's not much work, I just find a new rose every year on the same day and put it inside the vase-”

“Isn't it a bit obsessive?” He interrupted, “I thought you would've stopped by the second year.”

“I thought so too, but I guess I'm still going at it.” You chuckled, trying to make a small joke to lighten up the tense mood.

“What happened, y'all seem so moody.” a familiar voice called from the other end of the hallway, not far away but far enough for the voice to slightly echo.

It was Jay, he was coming from the other side of the school, probably from his volunteer work, you waved as he caught up to the both of you.

“What's wrong? Why are you guys so awkward? you both look like a broken up relationship who happened to run into each other in the hallway, being forced to walk next to each other because they were being held at gunpoint.”

You snorted a bit, he wasn't wrong but you couldn't hold back a grin as you hated his explanation to describe you and the tall guy who stood next to you.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “It's cause Heeseung recently confessed he likes that Yena girl.”

“Like Kim Yena!?”

“Yeah, the Yena he shares a major with.”

Jay made a face and looked at you. Jay was the only other person you had confessed your feelings about Heeseung with and now you were somewhat regretting it, he was always supportive about it but you really did dislike the extra attention you were receiving the moment Heeseung decided to have a love of his own, he was allowed to so you didn't understand the attention and attitude from it.

“Before you ask, yes I'm okay.”

Jay side eyed you and nodded lightly, “okay, that's good.”

“So what are you gonna do now?” Sunghoon questioned you, trying to hold his gaze from shifting to you in order to avoid making you uncomfortable.

“Nothing I guess, just wait and see what happens.”

Jay took the lead in the self proclaimed interview that was taking place, “What if Heeseung comes to you for advice, you're his closest female friend after all so what will you do?”

Sighing, you put your head down, tempted to burst open your banana milk and drink it all in one gulp, “I will do what any good friend would and give him good, critical advice.” You responded, turning away from the both of them to avoid them seeing your already watering eyes.

Both of them stayed quiet the rest of the way, giving you the chance to cool down from the tornado of feelings that you were probably having, Jay offered to take the drinks from you to give you a chance to go to the bathroom and get yourself together.

You really, really, hated feelings.

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Heeseung was playing with his pencil as you both sat outside your club room door.

You both had walked together but there happened to be no one else in the hallway, assuming your teacher was still in their break as the classroom seemed to be locked and empty as well, you simply sat down, resting your back against the wall and waited.

“What should I do?” You heard Heeseung mumble, it was obvious he was directing the question to you, but you were too busy on your game to even care to notice.

“Y/n- I'm sorry to put this on you but, how should I handle this situation?”

You glanced at him, ignoring him for a moment before pausing your game and looking up at the ceiling, you thought about a good way to respond, leaning your head back to allow it to rest on the wall behind you.

“I think you should take things slow with her, I used to be friends with her for some time so I can guarantee you that she's a loyal person, if she shows interest for someone it's probably not gonna go anywhere until she manages to get closer to them.”

“So she's a loyal person.”

“Mhm, I really hate to say it but if there's a person I can bet all my money on saying they will never go clubbing or cheat on a partner, it'd probably be her.”

Heesung finally looked your way, keeping his eyes fixed on you, paying keen attention to your words, “What happened between you two?”

“Eh, we kinda just shifted, just stopped talking, we didn't argue or end on bad terms or anything.”

You noticed his interest go back to you, he nodded, leaning his head on your shoulder and granting himself the permission to take a small rest on you, shutting his eyes to save them from the burning sensation they had.

“You're an amazing person Y/n.”

“Not that amazing.” You grinned.

“You are, you put others happiness before your own, I really wish you would value yourself a little more though.”

You smiled, leaning your own head on his to keep him in place, you both took some time to rest before hearing the hearing footsteps of someone approaching you, Heeseung had already fallen asleep by that point... he hadn't been feeling so well that day so he was quite tired.

Kim Yena was truly one of the most beautiful people you've ever met, she was gorgeous both inside and outside, so truthfully… You were a bit glad that Heeseung had a crush on her rather than anyone else, even though you were a bit upset, you did have to learn how to get over him even if it meant the hard way.

And so, you kept your word and gave Heeseung good, justified advice… the best you could give and Heeseung never failed in showing you just how thankful he was for you, inviting you out to eat and taking you shopping.

However, despite trying to seem happy in front of his eyes, behind the curtains you cried a lot, trying to think of why it had to be you who ended up heart broken in the end despite your loyal love for your best friend for the past five years that soon became six.

Six roses in your vase, the fifth flower already dark and gloomy from the time it's been sitting in the same place. You sat on your counter and quietly sobbed as you remembered the years you'd been with him, and the time which you presumed as miserable, freshman year. Things were no longer you and Heeseung, because he had already gone on multiple dates with Yena, all which went well.

Heeseung called you and even though he avoided bringing up the topic, you wanted to know so you always brought it up yourself. In person you couldn't look him in the eyes, when you saw him part of you felt betrayed even though you had no reason to feel that way.

All of those feelings continued until the seventh date… when Heeseung finally asked her to be his girlfriend…

“She rejected you…?”

“Mhm.”

“What!? Why!?”

“She didn't like me in that way.”

“Then why did she even go out with you to begin with?”

“I don't really know.”

“What else did she tell you?”

“She likes someone else, and that she just couldn't really bring herself to like someone else.”

“I'm sorry that happened… she just wasn't the right one…”

“I don't really know what I saw in her… I liked someone who didn't even glance in my direction.”

You didn't know what to say, you felt terrible for being glad that she didn't share the same feelings for him, even though it meant that he would probably be upset for multiple days on end.

“If it makes you feel better, I feel the same way too.”

“So you did like someone?” Heeseung asked, you somewhat regretted speaking, so you just silently nodded.

“I still do.”

“Who is it?”

You stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to respond with. You didn't think about your word choice before so now you had to bear with the feeling of the realization coming through.

“Someone who never looked in my direction.”

Heeseung chuckled lightly and brushed your hair, soothing you and getting rid of any and all tension between you both.

“I think everyone has looked in your direction at one point…”

“And this is the exact reason why I just hate you so much…”

Heeseung flinched slightly, taken aback from your harsh words, “Excuse me…?”

“You always make things so difficult for me.”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand -”

“I swear to god, everytime I try to get over you, you always seem to do or say something that just draws me right back into your stupid trap.”

“Pardon me…?”

“I like you okay? I know it's stupid and trust me I've told myself that multiple times too… but every single time I try to walk away or get my mind away from you, you just have to pop back into my mind and completely brainwash me again.”

Silence filled the room, you brought your hands up to your head and held it. Headaches coming across from all the sudden emotions that ran through your veins.

“You like me…?”

It was the moment you realized that you had let your intrusive side take over. You really just wanted to disappear.

“Crap, I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to say that-”

Before you could finish you felt a finger press up against your lips, the slight feeling of your ear being massaged.

“I like you too… a lot actually…”

“What…?”

Were you dreaming or was your brain playing tricks on you? Making you hear what you wanted to hear..?

“I liked you for a long time actually… but I thought you would never view me in that way so I forced myself to get over you… even though I knew I never could, and I never would…”

“I don't know how to respond-”

“You don't need to… actions show more than words…”

He pressed his palm against your cheek and brushed your cheek bone, kissing your lips lightly and brushing his skin against yours, allowing those few moments of contact to take control and do all the talking.

That was all the confirmation either of you needed.

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Lightly kissing your boyfriend's collarbone, allowing yourself to sink onto the couch with him below you, hearing his soft breaths and hisses brush against your neck and travel into your ear.

You slowly stood up from your topping position as he lightly covered his eyes with his arm and chuckled.

“Stop being shy now.” you teased, and he waved his arms in dismissal.

“I'm not- I'm just thinking about things…”

You rolled your eyes at the thought of him possibly overthinking things about the relationship again, you resumed your activities and went back to kissing his collarbone, putting your hand under his shirt and onto his stomach to feel his abs.

“I love you- I hope you know that…”

“You can love me as much as you want, but I love you more.”

You fell onto his chest, allowing yourself to rest on him and shut your eyes to relax, his house was always a cozy place, almost like a second home to you. It comforted you to be there just like the way the owner of the house did, you put your head over his shoulder and noticed a singular rose petal laying on the floor.

You smirked lightly at your initial thought that your boyfriend had possibly bought you flowers in celebration of your first couple of months together as a couple, so you began looking around with your eyes until your eyes landed on the counter.

Which held a small vase of roses… not any typical roses however, the roses found in the vase were very well out of state and pretty much dead, they had been there for a while.

All except one of course, which looked new and recently brought in.

And when you counted, you saw a total of 7 Roses.

[kentorus]

satoru gojo who broke up with you first, apparently because "he had too much on his mind" and couldn't handle a relationship at the moment.

satoru gojo who regretted it the very next day, waking up alone in bed instead of finding you beside him.

satoru gojo who tried to thug it out, telling himself he wasn't the type to care. he was a womanizer, he just messed around. so why did he find himself thinking about you so often?

satoru gojo who texted you while drunk one week after he broke up with you, saying "i miss u."

satoru gojo who found himself going absolutely crazy with anguish when you didn't reply for the next three days.

satoru gojo who showed up at your door at 3 am on a tuesday, begging you to take him back. saying he promised he'd never hurt you again, that your absence was killing him. that he missed your smell, playing with your hair, hugging you from behind while you made breakfast for him.

satoru gojo who thanked the gods when you finally took him back after three weeks of trying to convince you.

satoru gojo who found himself unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. buying you flowers randomly, trying his best to get out of work earlier just to spend more time with you, making dinner so you could rest, even making little diy gifts because he knew how much you loved them

satoru gojo who kept his promise and made you the happiest girl ever

written by @kentorus do not plagiarize.

[shimisstuff]

The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭

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[snail-day]

Satoru thinks he might actually be going insane.

Not in a funny way. Not in a "haha I'm so in love” way, no, like actual, clinical insanity.

Because you’re curled up in his lap again, cheek pressed against his chest, humming happily to yourself while scrolling through your phone with your legs draped over his thighs and he’s just… sitting there. Letting it happen. Pretending to watch the movie while his brain is trying to process the weight of your affection.

He doesn’t move. Barely breathes. If he breathes too hard, you might remember he’s just your roommate and move.

His hands are hovering like he doesn’t know where to put them. He wants to hold you so bad it physically hurts, but what if that’s weird? What if you’re just cold and he reads too much into it? What if you get up and say “God, Toru, you’re so clingy,” and then never touch him again?

So he just lets his fingers twitch uselessly against the couch cushion while you hum something under your breath and burrow deeper into him.

He’s so. Pathetic.

He lets you steal bites of his food. Lets you nap on his chest. Lets you crawl into his bed in the middle of the night with sleepy eyes and say “Nightmare,” expecting that to just explain everything. (It does.) He always opens the blankets and pulls you in, holds you until your breathing slows, until his heart stops threatening to burst through his chest.

He thinks you might be dating. Maybe. Possibly.

But you’ve never said anything.

And he doesn’t just want to assume.

What if this is just… how you are? Sweet. Clingy. Affectionate with everyone. What if you’re just playing house and he’s the idiot who fell in love with the fantasy?

God, he’s so embarrassing.

And then, you go and do something stupid. Like kiss his cheek when you get up. Like pout and say “Toru, come cuddle me,” attempting to guide him back to your room. Ignoring him when he tells you to stop being cute.

He doesn't follow. He just wants to ask.

To clarify.

Yet, anytime the words start to form his mouth goes dry. He stares at you. You glance over your shoulder, sipping from your cup. Waiting.

He opens his mouth.

And then closes it.

Because if he asks… if he really asks…what you are.

What would you even say?

And, can he even handle your answer?

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