I Love You ...

i love you ...

☆ satoru gojo x reader . ☆ you've been killed on a mission .

— "c'mon, satoru, let's go have fun. watch a movie. the new one in your favorite series is out in the cinema," suguru offered, gently shaking satoru's shoulder as the other zoned out.

he'd been like this for a while now, with suguru struggling to break him out of his shell— ever since you'd been killed by a special-grade after an ambush. you'd been wounded fatally, having fallen into his arms, and you'd told him you loved him.

'i love you,'

such a small sentence held so much meaning to satoru. he never thought it would, but.. it meant more than anything anyone had said to him.

it repeated in his head every second of every day since you'd died. all he could hear was your voice, weak and strained, as you bled out in his arms. no matter what he tried, every attempt at focusing on something else just made his ears ring.

"satoru, come on.." suguru prompted. "you've got to let them go at some point. you can't keep yourself stuck forever."

that seemingly meaningless phrase, 'you've got to let them go', broke satoru's heart a little. he'd never thought about what it'd be like to let you go and forget about the incident— even though he knew he never would.

he'd never be able to let go of you— not now that he's questioning his own feelings towards you. you'd said you loved him, but.. did you really mean it? or did you just say it because you couldn't think properly?

he'd always crushed on you since he'd first laid eyes on you— almost a year ago. and yet, now that you'd said you loved him, he couldn't tell if those feelings were real.

did you even mean to say 'i love you'? did you want to say something else, but you were too weakened to think properly? what if you didn't mean to say anything at all, and it just slipped from your mouth?

satoru's mind was shrouded in thought, dark thought— nothing he would let anyone hear. he'd just be told to move on, to forget about you and let you go. he didn't understand it himself, how he was still holding on to someone who had nothing left on earth?

suguru had long since gone silent, understanding his friend wasn't in the mood to do anything besides think. it was surreal, seeing the well-known eccentric and excitable sorcerer be reduced to a silent, overthinking teenager.

seeing his closest friend like this, the polar opposite of what he was known for, sparked some feelings in suguru as well. he had been good friends with you— obviously not as close as you and satoru had been, but still close. and satoru had always acted like this unstoppable eccentric force, who never had a bad day and was always grinning mischievously. seeing satoru like this proved that, despite his image, he was the same as everyone else— a normal teenager, with emotions and thoughts. nothing like the most powerful sorcerer other people saw him as. he was vulnerable, the most vulnerable he'd ever been, and it was terrifying.

satoru was questioning whether what you had said was even true, and whether he reciprocated or not. of course, as suguru had always told him, it wouldn't matter. you were dead, you wouldn't ever know if he felt the same way. but it mattered to him. he wanted to figure it out for himself, so he wouldn't be stuck in the void of his thoughts. so he questioned, and questioned, and questioned. he lost sleep and state, losing himself in his own tainted thoughts. yet he made it his own mission to find the answer.

until he did.

he counted each time you and him had exchanged smiles when crossing paths in the halls, each time he saw your silhouette against the lights in your dorm against your door and watched as you'd danced to your favorite song. the song he always listened to now.

he did love you. he does love you.

if only you could know how much.

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nemi!

sho!! <3

WIAT OMG?? I NEVER KNEW U HAD TUMBLR??

(I’m cheriikolya on WATTPAD btw!)

OMG HIIII <3333

i literally got it like a few days ago bc han (hamyese/goukumi) moved here and i missed her JIDFHDOFLDAF

what the fuck asagiri

(spoilers)

teruko of all people. why would you do that to my girl.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . sky high

﹙sky high﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; mentions drugs.

WC: 884

― "okay, let's get you another glass of water," dazai said with a soft chuckle, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the counter next to his partner with a half-filled glass in his hand. his partner, chuya, had been mindlessly giggling and flirting with dazai all evening, after the latter had found half-smoked drugs on the floor near the counter.

the smaller man looked up at dazai as he sat next to him, his pupils dilated and his eyes sparkling as he laughed.

"but i don't want water," he slurred. "water's gross.."

without giving dazai any warning, he flopped into his lap, his head resting against his thighs. he gazed up at the taller man, his hair falling around him and framing his sickly-looking face.

"i know it's gross," dazai chuckled, playing along with the drugged man. "but unless you want to crash and feel the effects worse than you will, you need to drink. come on."

chuya raised a hand up, holding dazai's cheek and rubbing his thumb against his skin.

"you're so pretty.." he murmured. "you're, like.. gorgeous.. like a god."

dazai's face warmed slightly as a faint blush formed on his cheeks, and he exhaled a laugh.

"why, thank you," the brunette replied. "you're quite handsome yourself."

chuya gave an open smile, his dilated pupils widening slightly.

"oh my god.. we should get married," he suddenly declared, sitting up in dazai's lap and looking at him seriously. "you wanna get married? let's get married!"

"woah, woah, slow down there, sweetheart," dazai laughed, holding chuya's face in his hands. "we can't just get married like that."

"yes we can! let's get married!" chuya exclaimed, wriggling out of dazai's hold and flopping onto the floor. he scrambled to his feet, desperately searching for something.

"you can't marry me without getting engaged to me first, chuya," dazai called out, laughing.

"then i'm gonna engage ya!" chuya yelled back, fumbling in his pockets before shouting in triumph and holding up a can tab. "gotcha!"

"you really aren't going to propose to me with a can tab, are you?" dazai grinned, unable to hold back his laughter.

"yes, i am!" chuya huffed, clumsily climbing back onto the counter and sitting on his knees in front of dazai. "and it's a ring, not a can tab!"

"it's a can tab, darling," dazai chuckled.

"no it's not!" chuya insisted. "samu, my boyfie, will you engage me?"

dazai laughed at the struggled wording and the slurred speech, running a hand through chuya's messy ginger locks.

"yes, i will engage you. but the right term is marry," he said, smiling. "hear that? marry."

"then will you marry me?" chuya asked.

"yes, i will," dazai grinned.

"okay, good," chuya huffed. "now, gimme your hand," the ginger demanded, taking dazai's hand and pulling it towards his face.

the smaller man stuck his tongue out in concentration, narrowing his eyes as he carefully slid the can tab onto dazai's ring finger.

"there!" he exclaimed once he had finished, beaming triumphantly. "now we're married! and we're gonna have a wedding, and cake, and confetti and tuxedos!"

"yes, yes, we are indeed," dazai chuckled, patting chuya's head. inwardly, his boyfriend's demeanor reminded him of an excitable young child; something neither of them really got to be. it was.. endearing, to say the least.

chuya giggled excitedly, moving closer and latching on to dazai's waist.

"my husband," he hummed. "mine."

"yes, i am yours," dazai smiled, rubbing his hand up and down chuya's arm in an affectionate manner. "and i'm your fiancé, chuya, not your husband. not yet."

"fi-what-sé?" chuya murmured, looking back up at dazai with half-open eyes.

"fiancé. in the middle of boyfriend and married," dazai explained with a chuckle. "you get it? fiancé."

"fiancé," chuya repeated slowly. "huh.. that has a nice ring to it."

"it does, doesn't it?" dazai smiled. "you're my fiancé."

"well, you're my fiancé," chuya huffed.

"okay, okay, darling, you win," dazai exhaled a laugh, tucking chuya's hair behind his ear as the smaller man nuzzled against him.

"good. i always win," chuya said quietly.

at the sudden softness of his partner's tone, dazai looked down in concern, his smile turning into a worried frown. he lifted chuya's head in his hands, tilting his chin to get a better view of his face. the ginger's face had grown ghostly pale, his eyes were barely open and he overall looked sick. dazai could only assume the high of the man's drugs were wearing off now, and he would begin to feel the after effects.

"chuya, dear.." he said softly. "are you feeling alright?"

chuya murmured incoherently, shaking his head slightly.

"what's wrong, darling? what feels bad?" dazai asked, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap.

chuya just made a soft noise, collapsing against dazai's chest and passing out cold. at first dazai felt a jolt of panic through his body, but at the realization that chuya was just resting from exhaustion, he exhaled a breath of relief and just held him close. he rubbed gentle circles on the ginger's back, his other hand loosely around his waist to hold him in place. he rested his chin on the smaller man's head, resting his eyes and letting his own eyelids fall shut for a moment.

chuya was coming down now, but it wasn't all bad when he was sky high. at least for dazai, anyway.

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rough day ...

☆ kento nanami x reader . ☆ he comforts you after a difficult work day .

― "hey," you called quietly as you twisted the knob in your apartment door and closed it. taking a short glance at the doorknob as it glinted slightly in the dim ceiling light's embrace, not even the distortion of your reflection could hide your exhaustion. you sighed, dropping your coat on the floor and not even bothering to place your shoes in their normal spot next to your fiancé's. instead you kicked them off, not giving a damn about where they were scattered to.

your fiancé hadn't heard you arrive home as of yet, though his silhouette was immediately noticeable blotted against the bleeding sunset as he stood outside on the balcony, a steaming cup of what was most likely tea in his hands.

instead of using words, since that wasn't exactly your favorite idea at the given time, you stepped through the sliding glass door and wrapped your arms around his waist- giving him a soft squeeze to make him aware of your presence.

"oh, welcome back," he soon spoke to you, feeling you loosen your hold around him as he turned his body to face you. he set his cup aside on the small terrace table nearby, before locking his strong arms around your much smaller body and lifting you up. you immediately reciprocated with your legs resting around his hips, and you laid your head on his sturdy shoulder.

"rough day?" he asked softly, to which you left a simple murmur in response. that was all he needed for confirmation- he transferred you to his left arm, his hand and forearm supporting the backs of your legs as he took his cup back into his spare hand and stepped inside the apartment.

tipping the remainder of his tea into the sink and leaving the now-empty beverage holder on the counter, he carried you effortlessly as you clung to him like a koala to a branch. eventually reaching your shared bedroom and sitting down on the edge of it, he ran his hands up and down your spine in a comforting motion.

"do you want to talk about it?" he questioned, his voice low and deep- enough to envelop you in a stateless blanket of warmth. after receiving his wordless answer, a slight negative shake of your head, he exhaled through his nose and nodded in understanding.

"i get it," he hummed, carefully adjusting himself to be able to lean back and lie against the soft covers and pillows adorning your shared bed, allowing you to rest on top of him. your small limbs surrounded his hulking, muscular body, as your head remained comfortably against his collarbone.

the pair of you laid in relative, comfortable silence for a while, him occasionally reaching to run a large yet gentle hand through your hair as his fingers threaded through the strands and curls. eventually you decided to break the silence, with a quiet phrase.

"i love you," you mumbled, causing a smile to grace his usually-unmoving features. his small dimples poked his cheeks as his eyes crinkled like little crescent moons, the attributes nobody but you got to see.

"i love you too," he replied quietly, giving you a gentle squeeze with his arms that were wrapped around you, before leaning forward and placing a kiss to your forehead.

it had been a rough day, but it wasn't all bad if this was how it would end.

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