#i hate fluff

[cadhlaclysm]

aww so cute

what if i just

[theoryarchon]

Rewriting a scene for, like, the fifth time rn in TADAA au part 2, and I'm now remembering why I'm usually pretty strictly an angst writer...

I suck at fluff-

Like, wtf is this shit, I've been stuck here for two hours now, how do happy writers do this???

Anyway, incase you couldn't tell, might be a hot minute until the next chapter releases, killing characters is so much easier than making them happy-

[kenyukisser]

❝ Cause this love,, is a sure thing❞⋆｡

₊˚⊹♡ summary ; Rin would never open up to his feelings, he thinks they’re lukewarm and useless or so he thought.

RIN ITOSHI, who would never open up to his feelings, he thinks they’re lukewarm and useless, something that’ll drift away with enough time, because he can’t understand them, he can’t understand you.

And when he’s left with his pride and your feelings, he just doesn’t know what to do, what to shatter, what to choose.

“Rin Itoshi, if you go on like this, you’ll fail my class.” The teacher sighs, glancing back at him before back at the board, going on about the lesson he couldn’t care less about.

The way he shrugs doesn’t go unnoticed by you, the way he views you as nothing more than your seatmate, but you couldn’t ignore the guilt that runs through your veins when he refused to pay attention to the lesson.

You almost pitied Rin Itoshi.

Halfway in the lecture, you threw out all that pity in your body, replacing it with that sweet soft smile plastering your face when you place your textbook in between both of your desks.

“what are you–” but before he could continue, the teacher glared at him, the familiar glare that would make him want to shut up on spot, so he did.

He stayed silent, glancing at the book every now and then but its sure, Rin Itoshi was yelling at you in his head.

You pointed out the basics points of the lesson, highlighting parts of the textbook, the bright neon glow, it glows like the smile you give him every now and then when you’re explaining the factors of the lesson, Rin likes to think it’s lukewarm, and that you’re getting in his way.

The younger Itoshi has never once felt the slightest bit of grief when he gets his report cards, If anything. He’d just acknowledge the full marks he gets in English.

English kept him going in school, if he wanted to be the best striker in the world, but the way you sat beside him so comfortably, so eager to teach him with the way your features compliment you so well, maybe you’d keep him going too. ‘It’s just a troubled thought’ he would think.

But he eventually gives in, exchanging pens because ‘you can write better in this pen’. Always looking forward to your teaching every now and then, pointing out the obvious that he eventually learned, Hell. He’d learn the whole book to see the way your mouth shapes into an ‘o’.

But it never seemed like that, in your perspective, he was silent, he’d always give you the cold shoulder, the type of feeling that makes you feel you aren’t wanted, the way his cool teal eyes pierced right through your notebook, it would always leave such horrible remark, he was inconsiderate. you’d think.

But what you don’t know is, he started studying for you.

Rin Itoshi, who’s a loser at communication, the way the small smile that’s barely visible on his face disappears the moment he doesn’t see you beside him, turning and tossing his head every now and then to see you at the other side of the classroom, beside your so-called friend, sharing notes with him, and writing down notes on his textbook with the pen he’d always let you borrow.

It left a slightly bitter expression on his face, a pang of jealousy, he doesn’t know what this is, he doesn’t want to know.

He saw the way you smiled at the guy, it wasn’t brighter than the way you smiled with him, the way you explained the lesson to him, he knows he’d understand it more than he ever could. The younger Itoshi who loved to assume things, to keep his pride soaring high.

But his pride was hurt, shattering to small pieces when he realized you weren’t going to be beside him any time soon, he wanted a soccer ball to come flying to his face.

“Why did you stop?” Rin musters up the courage to ask, flinching slightly the moment you’ve heard his voice from behind, causing you to look back.

He saw every feature, the way you stopped to think, the way your hair flows so nicely, and the uniform that was tailored just to fit you perfectly.

“Stop what?”

“Stop being by my side.”

Your eyes widened slightly at how bluntly he said it, as if it was normal.

“I didn’t know you wanted me there.” You replied, the tension closing between you, as if you were his source of oxygen, because he didn’t want you there, he needed you.

There are so many things a man will never tell himself, Rin Itoshi wasn’t immune to this. He told himself he’d never love again, that is was such a mediocre feeling that’ll just frustrate him in the long run, but why isn’t any of those describing you?

Oh how hard it is, to be the only one to know the truth.

“I’ll confess to you later, will you still be here after my practice?” Rin asked, with his usual nonchalant face, but a hint of curiosity could be seen.

“What?” Your eyes widened slightly.

“Will you be there?”

“You just confessed, Rin…” you crossed your arms, chuckling slightly at his attempt, at first you were convinced he wasn’t serious. Oh dear, he was so serious.

“…No I didn’t?”

You sighed softly, he was so unaware and it was so obvious he’s never done this in his life, although. You gave him a small nod, reassuring him that you were gonna be there.

It made his heart warm, all the coldness, all the hatred he had for other people, it just melted away when he saw your smile, so pretty, that if one day, the venom that spat out of his mouth reached you, he might just never speak ever again,

( The moment he confessed he was such a loser UGH I want to pinch his cheeks :(. He made sure the right words came out of his mouth and eventually you gave in, it was so cute seeing him try to tell you about his feelings. ) THIS IS SO RUSHED I SWEAR I DO BETTERR THAN THIS.

© KENYUKISSER 2023. all rights reserved.

[chromsai]

It’s their senior year and Yuya & Yuzu’s class decide that for their school’s festival they will be putting on a play. When it’s time to decide who gets the roles of the male & female lead, somehow Yuya & Yuzu end up having to take on the roles.

The class chose the female lead first and unanimously decided that Yuzu should take on the role, much to her dismay (she wanted to focus on studying more to graduate with excellent grades and wasn’t ready for the extra responsibility). Yuya teases her for it as she hides her face in embarrassment while the class argues over who should take on the role of the male lead. 

At that moment, suddenly Yuya’s laughing comes to a halt and the next thing the class hears is him sternly announcing that he’ll take on the role in a much deeper, much more intimidating voice. The entire class goes silent for a moment and the class president reluctantly agrees to this and everyone sits back down. 

Yuzu is in awe at Yuya but before she can say anything to him, he sits back down slowly, grey eyes flashing her a quick wink along with a smug smile before blinking the expression away in surprise, his eyes returning back to their usual red. When he comes to, Yuya notices that the room has gone silent suddenly and looks up to see his name written in chalk on the board next the the words “male lead” (cue one loud ass “EEEEHHHHHHH!??!??!!!” when he realizes what that means).

Cut to the day of the festival and the play is about to begin. Despite their initial reluctance, Yuya and Yuzu managed to have rehearsed properly every day for a few days and they seem ready. They memorized their cues and exact lines without a problem. Nothing about their roles in the play seem too complicated for them- a short embrace here, a hand held there- nothing that they’re too unfamiliar with doing themselves together on the regular as entertainers. They’re just looking forward to the finale where they’ll just hug tenderly for a few seconds and be done with it and go back to pretending like they don’t actually have feelings for each other.

Well of course it wouldn’t be a play without a little bit of last minute improv. Or tampering with the script, rather.

Backstage, Yuya and Yuzu are reviewing the script one last time in preparation for the show. They each read every last line to be sure they memorized their lines and cues correctly... every... last... line... wait... that last line...!

They hear their cues to enter from stage left and stage right, respectively, but the nervousness sets in and they’re both frozen backstage until their classmates damn near drag them front & center, facing each other.

Dazed for a few seconds in the spotlight in front of a crowd of millions (it wasn’t millions?! It felt like it was millions...), they mutter their lines awkwardly at first until they catch glimpse of their class president motioning two fingers across her neck at them both from beyond the curtains, snapping them back into focus and carrying on with the play as they had rehearsed, albeit with a shakier rhythm.

Every little embrace here, every little hand held there between their characters feel like they’re both one step closer to losing what little cool they have left as they approach enacting the very last line of the final act.

And so there they stand, spotlight fixated on them and ready for the grand finale. From where the audience stand, it's impossible for them to notice what they do of each other: faces glowing beet red and sweating as they approach each other slowly, remembering in disbelief the last line of the script they didn’t remember being there at all when they had rehearsed.

“Yuya...”

“Yuzu...”

...

“...I love you,” they recite in unison.

They could swear the audience’s silence was only there to amplify the sounds of their rapidly beating hearts as the characters they play pull each other’s faces in for a kiss.

Backstage after the show, their classmates won’t stop harassing them over “how many hours they must have spent rehearsing that kiss to make it seem so real”. When they ask their class president who’s idea it was to add a kiss in the finale at the very last moment, she informs them that that line had always been there.

They’re left wondering how the hell their copies of the script were the only ones with it omitted amongst a low cackle of voices seemingly at the back of their heads.

[autistic-michael-queerler]

if regular fic writing is me putting a little bit of my soul into every story this one feels like i’m hacking off my arm

[the-inevitability-of-death]

Someone help I (ao3 author) am writing

[ladydorian]

Where do I find the hardcore Kylux art? The type where someone gets the shit beat out of them, then fucked out of them, then finally, the cum slurped out of them afterwards.

[ladydorian]

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