𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢.

student during the day, writer at night

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❝I love you to the moon and back . . .❞

CHIARA ☾︎

7teen ׅ Italian (& wasian) ׅ March 22nd ׅ Infp ׅ She/Her ׅ Ambivert ׅ O Levels student ׅ Writing

𓂃 Masterlist. Pinterest. (crescentcat_) Discord.(creampied.)

ⓘ do not copy , translate , & plagiarize. Reblogging is encouraged.

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I've been writing jjk and lad fics as a hobby but now I want to write my own series with my own characters and everything 😭✌🏻

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should I continue? (CEO x Barista fic)

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this may take a while, possibly months since I'm surrounded by my studies and have been really busy which led to me being inactive 😭 extremely sorry to those who expected from me and I failed them.

however, I can continue writing drabbles and oneshots whenever I can so please bear with me. 😭

once again, I'm very sorry for my hiatus.

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♡⸝⸝ Colour me, I didn't see that one coming .ᐟ

pairings. modern!sukuna x fem!reader

genre. fluff

a/n. too tired

Sukuna doesn't know what to expect from you, because the only thing he can do is play into your silly requests. And because he loves you too much but doesn't want to say it out loud.

Because right now, he's surrounded by pretty pink bows and most unexpectedly, markers. You're straddled on his stomach as he's laying on his back, pretending to be disinterested when he's clearly amused.

You're so focused on coloring his tattoos like your life depends on it. His muscles twitching every time he feels the cold ink on his skin. You let out an annoyed scoff like he's ruining your Vincent Van Gogh painting.

"Kuna, stop moving."

"What? You're the one who decided to ruin my peace. I'm just a victim of whatever the hell goes on in your mind."

You ignore him as you add more details to his boring lined tattoos. Starting from hearts to drawing messy yet cute bunnies. Your tongue sticking out a little due to how concentrated you are.

And he's trying his best with all of his willpower to not flip on you on your back and kiss you senseless because of the cuteness aggression he's getting over you.

At last you managed to make his tattoos lines shimmering with pink and every other color ever so prettily before you sealed both of his biceps with a ribbon.

And Sukuna? Well...he did let his intrusive thoughts win and flipped you on your back to kiss you senseless. ♡

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should I continue? (CEO x Barista fic)

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ABOUT ME ✩

I'm from and born in Italy but my ancestry is a mix of Bangladesh, India and Pakistan so which means I'm half-half-half I guess...?

I'm currently in O levels. I'm a science student and have accounting as my back up so wish me luck.

I can speak three languages fluently and they are English, Italian and Bangla. I can speak a little bit of Hindi and Urdu. My plan is to learn Japanese, Chinese and Korean.

My hobbies vary from time to time and I can't stay fixated on a specific hobby. But I mostly like to play games, edit and write.

I have Anemia and Iron Deficiency so most of the time, I'm lowk passed out and weak. (and on periods? let's not talk about it)

I'm a bookworm but not from booktok because I hate it there. I prefer any genre as long as they're not written badly (like Colleen Hoover for example) and is not written by AI.

My skills are Karate and I've been doing it for two years except I missed out on everything and now practicing it again.

If you're looking for lip products, ask and you shall receive. I can also give tips on lip combos and my favorite one is Flormar 205 + Labello Blackberry shine + Beauty Glazed 105.

I like to gaze at the moon at night because it calms me and if I don't spot it, I'm very grumpy that night.

I'm a huge fan of Astronomy, Criminology and Royal era History so you'll see me dedicating some of my time solving crimes, making theories and learning the royals. (as an amateur lol)

I'm lactose intolerant but I dun care about it for strawberry yogurt and margarita pizza.

I also love cats but sadly I don't have one as my pet but you'll see me giving tons of love to a stray cat possibly having thousands of diseases which I really don't care about.

I write because this is also one of my hobbies and also because I'm delusional.

I'm a huge caffeine and tea addict so chugging down five cups of coffee or tea a day isn't a big deal to me.

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♡⸝⸝ Wanna be yours .ᐟ

pairings. fwb!suguru x reader.

genre. angst to fluff

warnings. slightly nsfw but no smut, tension, mentions of sex

a/n. finally I'm done with this draft. procrastinating begoneeee

"So you're saying that, you like him?" Shoko comes to a conclusion, as she takes another drag of her cigarette.

"No– I mean— Yeah. Something like that..."

You had to crash at her place tonight because your feelings were getting "overwhelming" and so you needed someone to keep you grounded.

"Girl, you're not even sure."

"I just don't know what to think when I felt uneasy seeing him so free with another girl!" You huff out in annoyance, trying to make sense to her (and to yourself as well).

"Then stop being a coward and tell him about your feelings." Shoko deadpans.

"You don't get it! This is supposed to be a "no strings attached" type of thing! And... I'm scared of rejection or..maybe even losing him."

She sighs, clearly done and on the verge of hitting herself against the wall. And you're just clueless and disappointed, trying to figure out these "unexplainable" feelings.

"And besides, it's pathetic you know? He can control his feelings so well and here I am, making a mess out of it."

"Why do you even like him anyway? Isn't he a fuckboy? Mind you, you could never stay in the same room with one."

Suguru is not a fuckboy, that's just a facade he wants everyone to believe. But you don't, you saw him more than that, you saw him right through everything and he let you. He even said you were the only person who actually discovered more of him than just his default personality. And the way he's with you...like you're the only one in his world, the way he does it so effortlessly and gives all of him to you...was the only thing you held onto. That was enough for you to fall.

Shoko's voice cuts in through your thoughts, interrupting you. "You're gonna be even more pathetic if you just sit here and cry about it. I taught you way better."

You roll your eyes and glare at her. "Yeah? You think it's easy?"

"Wouldn't it be easier if you declined his offer for a situationship at the beginning..." She takes another drag of her cigarette finally tossing it aside.

"Look, I'm just saying that it's better to confess and let the weight off your shoulders. If he rejects? Don't give any fuck, there's more better men waiting for you. What are you so scared for anyway?" Shoko shrugs before giving another idea, "Or, just avoid him. Unless you can't keep your hands off of him."

You groan and hug the pillow in frustration. You think she's right though. In simple words, it's now or never.

A FEW DAYS LATER ；AT THE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS —

For the past few days, you haven't seen him or reached out to him. You were ignoring him, not because it was his fault but because you needed to get a grip of the whirlwind of your thoughts. But what hurt a little was, Suguru didn't even realize.

You were walking at the campus, heading to class with your bag strap slung on your shoulder. You paused at the sight of a girl too close to Suguru and he even let her. You both lock eyes but you quickly avert your gaze before continuing to walk to class. Meanwhile, Suguru raises his eyebrows in amusement.

You enter the classroom and to your surprise, he's already at your seat, flashing you that stupid yet irresistible smile of his. You look at him in disbelief as you approach the seat. But you chose to ignore his antics and place the bag between you both, maintaining a distance. And that just adds more to his entertainment.

Suguru pushes your bag away before scooting closer to you, draping his arm on the back of the seat. You catch a glimpse of his lip piercing as he keeps looking at you. Your cheek reddened under the intensity of his gaze before you quickly cleared your throat.

"You're too close."

"I'm pretty sure I was close to you in more than one way."

You roll your eyes as more students walk into the classroom. The teacher then enters and starts the class, making Suguru lean away and sit properly. You let out a breath of relief, because you didn't know how to keep yourself sane around him. Not when he was that close to you, not when his scent dazed through your senses.

Soon the classes ended and you started packing your things up before hurrying away, not wanting to stay even for a second with him. And Suguru? He's just genuinely confused now.

It was late at night, and you were up studying for the upcoming semester in the living room, your legs rested on the coffee table while you work on your laptop and take notes. You were exhausted, but something kept you up. Not the panic for the exam or anything, but the hope that someone will come to you. Every now and then, you replay the memory of him laughing and getting so close with another girl. Did he lie to you? That you're different to him? You run your hands down your face in frustration before shutting the laptop shut. You can't study like this, not with him effortlessly finding a way to disturb you in your mind. And to make things worse, Suguru blew your phone with messages, the ones you chose to ignore and put your phone to DND. You have to find a way to clear your mind and keep him out of reach, you can't be distracted. Nope.

And so, you continue your life without paying him any attention. You don't invite him over anymore, or appear at his doorstep when he texts you. You don't get coffee together anymore or have him accompany you and study with you in the library. Those things used to be mundane for both of you. You avoid his eye contact and walk straight to class and sit with someone else. You still don't blame him, but yourself only. Which is why you're punishing yourself and keeping yourself in the walls that Suguru managed to break through.

And Suguru? No, he's not done. In fact he's relentless. You thought you were doing a great job at ignoring him fully until he made things more difficult than it is. He's everywhere as you are. Messaging you often and sending you his stupid muscular pics of his. He sends photos of his back muscles and biceps that you were (and still) so obsessed with. He's not letting you go, not after you explain this bullshit.

And so, you find yourself pinned against the door of his apartment after you let him reluctantly. It wasn't your fault! He just gave you a gentle look that said "I'm not disturbing you, Am I?" which made you feel slightly guilty for trying to deny him in.

Suguru kisses you senseless as he lifts you by your thighs and wraps them around his waist. You run your fingers in his hair, kissing him back with the same fervency as you couldn't help it.

He walks to your couch before gently laying you down, he never forgets to make sure you're alright even in the heat of the moment. That's why you forgot why you were depriving yourself of his touch and gentleness.

He doesn't kiss you yet, even when you're squirming. Sure he's staring down at you like he's about to ravish you, but behind those eyes are his genuine concerns hidden.

"You've been avoiding me."

Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are glossy and a bit swollen because of his doings. You don't reply, as you're too embarrassed at this point.

He notices your distress though immediately, sitting up before pulling you onto his lap without any struggle. He wraps his arms around your waist.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

The way he asks, like he cares. You gulp, not trusting your voice yet you do, just for him.

"No Sugu... It's not your fault... It's... It's actually me. I'm the problem."

He frowns, but doesn't interrupt when he sees you trying to keep going.

"Look, you can laugh at me or anything but I need to get this out of my head." You take a deep breath before continuing.

"I'm in love with you Suguru. Not because you're good in sex!" You quickly try to reason, "But because... you make me feel like something I've desperately wanted to feel when I was a young teenager. You were so gentle and caring towards me...even after I ignored you deliberately. I just...I just don't know how I should control my feelings like you but it's completely alright if you don't feel—"

Suguru interrupts you by capturing your lips with his, but this time with slow and gentleness. Not like the way he kissed you during sex, but in a way that he wants to savour this moment. He pulls away shortly after with a string of his saliva connected to your lips.

He wiped it away, his gaze ever so softening.

"Then you should have told me you dummy." He smiles.

"You have no idea— How badly I was holding back myself from ruining everything by my stupidity. I liked you, but I couldn't say anything. Because it was me who said "no strings attached". Can you believe the irony?" He chuckles, now caressing your cheek with his thumb. "I wanted to tell you, but my coward ass just kept getting in the way. I wasn't just having sex with you, I was trying to keep you close to me. I wasn't ready to let you go. Not now, not ever. You understood me, all the sweet nothings that I whispered in your ears were never fake. They were a moment of my vulnerability. I always wondered about how you took my words. Hell I even tried to gaslight myself into thinking that another girl is as same as you, but it's all wrong. You proved that wrong. They wanted me for sex, you wanted me for me. But now that the moment that I dreamed is finally happening? I couldn't ask for anything better."

Suguru didn't even give you a chance to react before crashing his lips on yours and already pushing you back to the couch again.

And you? You're just glad he's finally yours, and you're finally his.

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♡⸝⸝ I want to eat you . . . Literally. .ᐟ

pairings. sukuna x reader

genre. fluff && crack

warnings. mentions of cannibalism but not in the way that you think, that's just it.

a/n. inspired by two fics based on this but I dunno the authors but their ones were actually cute bsisnsismjsns-

Sukuna wants to eat you. At first, you'd think it's probably because of his cuteness aggression, but you're not even close to the truth.

It all started when you were at the kitchen smudging Nutella on the bread. He stood right behind you, eyeing you. He looked hungry, but a hungry person normally looks at the food right? But no! He's staring at you up and down, like he's assessing his meal.

"Woman."

"Yeah?"

"I feel starved."

"Do you want me to make one for you?"

"No."

"Then? Anything else?"

"Yes."

After a long beat, he finally answers,

"You."

You started chuckling, he was being silly and romantic. But he wasn't, judging by his seriousness. You blink at him, actually taken aback.

"Wait what? Are you actually serious?"

"Yes."

Blunt response... nothing more. But his next actions catch you off guard. He dips his head and goes for your neck before latching the skin between his teeth, making you squeal and protest.

"What the—! Kuna!"

He pulls away, grumbling and slightly pouting like a kid getting denied his favorite food.

"Get a grip! I'm not food or edible! You see this thing that's in my hand? That's real food! Now take it or leave it."

"Your hand...is more scrumptious."

You glare, he's hungry. What can you do?

"I want to consume you alive. I cannot deprive myself of such nutrients that I require."

"How the hell will I give you the nutrients?!"

Sukuna then stops trying and walks away, leaving you with your Nutella bread.

Just when you think he's finally done, he appears again.

"Just a bite."

"Oh my— no!"

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♥︎⸝⸝ LET ME IN . . .

pairings. visitor!satoru x reader

au. I'm not a human

genre. horror

warning(s). reader is mentioned as [name], mentions of blood and murder, horror themes

a/n. the game is actually so cool ong I had to do a fic on this. 😛 (the ending is so fuckass though I ran out of ideas 💔💔)

Knock knock

Another guest who's probably going to ask for shelter. You sigh and walk to the door to open it. Surprisingly, you find a handsome white haired man with frightening light blue eyes standing at the doorstep who grins when you opened the door.

"I'm not like them by the way." He doesn't sound desperate...nor human. You can't really distinguish anything about him because he's wearing a hoodie. And you forgot to pay attention to his gums when he grinned because let's be real, you weren't expecting a handsome guy at your porch asking for shelter. You're not even sure if you're supposed to be alerted or... let your guard down. Because honestly? You're kind of lonely. All the friends that you had either got killed by visitors or probably died by the scorching sun. The lockdown has been keeping you unsocial for a month, you don't even know how to communicate at this point. But at the same time, you don't want to be seen dumb or a person who has no survival instincts.

"Show me your arms." You cross your own and shift your weight on one foot.

His grin doesn't falter, instead he just shrugs.

"No can do, I'm not clean y'know?"

Oh, so he's that type of person. You didn't press any further, didn't persist because you're a kind person who believes that he's uncomfortable showing his scars. So, you let him in.

"Thanks by the way. Got any rent I should pay?"

"Not really. Actually, the landlord is dead and I haven't paid rent for weeks." You casually admit, unbothered.

He hums in amusement, nodding before he chuckles.

"You don't even care? That...he's dead?"

"Nah. If anything, it made my life easier. He was an asshole, always doubled my rent when he had spent all his money gambling. I would never let him in if he was alive."

"Well he really did torture you a lot..."

There was a brief of silence before you asked for his name.

"Huh? Oh I'm Satoru." He replies while walking to the living room and plopping himself on the couch, yet being careful about his hoodie so that it doesn't ride up to reveal his skin.

"Well I didn't investigate you much but if you try to kill me, make sure it's not boring." You joke as you take a seat beside him.

He laughs at your request, clearly surprised but really amused.

"Okay well... someone's got zero survival instincts, but don't worry. You're...safe." For now.

The first few days with Satoru were going normal, nothing about him felt suspicious. Not that you care anyway but it was nice to see some changes in your house, you really got some light and noise in your once depressed place. He filled the empty spaces with something, even if it's small and unnoticeable. He made sure to do his laundry and take turns in making dinner and breakfast, only for him to not eat. Really normal for a visitor.

As time passed by, things were going a bit too...uneasy. You found him going static before turning back normal. His once light blue eyes would turn bloodshot. But his nails and gums are perfectly...clean. He tried to conceal what he could. Whenever you'd ask for a picture together, he would decline, saying that he wasn't really "comfortable" with the idea. And his way of outfits were baggy clothes, ones that you lent him which your ex used to wear. Sometimes when you sleep, you'd hear him talking to someone, about finding someone and...the rest were inaudible.

He doesn't kill you, maybe he's waiting for the perfect time. But it wouldn't make much of a difference if you confront him because sooner or later, you'll die anyway.

"So you're like them." You bluntly utter out at the dinner table as you're the only one who's eating and he's just...there, not eating. But you continue,

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

Satoru smiles, too wide to reveal his perfect teeth. He hums, but doesn't answer.

Because the next morning? He's gone, out in the scorching sun. He did leave you a note though... written in blood.

"I'll come back."

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♡⸝⸝ Happy Wife, Happy Life .ᐟ

pairings. kento x reader

genre. fluff

It has been a long time since your husband Kento has gotten a proper time to spend it with his family. With work coming between the ways of his life with you guys, he felt more than grateful that you, his precious wife understood his hard-works. In fact, you wake up way too early in the morning to make breakfast for him, make lunch and dinner which he can eat in the office. You always made sure that the portions were enough for the day and sometimes slid in occasional snacks that he can munch on.

Kento insisted on helping you with dinner tonight, but you gently declined, saying he should rest because it's not everyday he gets a time like this. He was stubborn for sure but you weren't any better. It's no wonder he loves you to the fullest.

His ever so precious 5 year old twins, Keiko and Kiyoko eased him. They also don't get their fathers like this everyday, it makes him so disappointed in himself knowing that he can't even be there for his daughters except financially. But they always make sure that their daddy is reassured enough.

As you started filling their plates, Kento once again volunteered to help, after being a gentleman in nature.

"Darling, Let me—"

"Kento." You start, playfully glaring at him.

"Relax baby, I've got this. I need to make sure my husband is well fed and taken care of." You smile, which earns a chuckle from him. His unique dimples showing out.

But something is...off. You made baked potatoes with steak, however your plate has less steak whereas the girls and your husband have much more of it.

"Love?" Kento pauses.

"Mhm?"

"...Why do you have less steak?"

Ah, so it did go noticed by him... Sharp observation. What did you expect from your husband who's always attentive to his wife?

"Oh! Well...It's...I just don't feel like eating much y'know?" That earns him a bemused yet concerned expression.

"My love...are you perhaps... feeling down?"

"No no! Kento I'm fine, really! But when I went to the market, I didn't realize the shortage of the steak so...yeah. But I promise, I'm alright!"

Before you could even explain any further, he's already putting a piece of his steak on your plate, while you blink at it.

"Kento..."

"You could have said so, I hate to see you eat less than us...I don't stay at home so I don't know how well you're feeding yourself, but now that I'm here, I won't let that happen."

Your gaze softens and your heart melts, but you're also thinking exactly like him. You pack him lunch and dinner but what if it's not enough? What if he doesn't speak about it so that it doesn't hurt your feelings and make you feel less? So you put it back on his plate, giving him a cheeky smile.

And it keeps happening back and forth, both of you as stubborn as a mule. Until Kento finally sighs and cuts the steak in half before sharing it with you.

"Don't return it... please."

And so you don't, but then another thing occurs that surprises the both of you positively.

Your daughters are already cutting their steak too, Kiyoko cutting it in half in a messy yet heartwarming way and placing it on Kento's plate. Keiko cuts her one and puts it on your plate as well.

That warmed the both of your heart as you couldn't help but chuckle. They're already starting to pick up both of your traits.

And Kento? He was smiling, the wrinkles appearing on the corners of his eye. His sweet girls are learning, and there's no way there's anything better than coming back home to this.

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♡⸝⸝ Heater to your cold feet & hands .ᐟ

pairings. satoru x reader >.<

You can't help your cold feet and hands...If anything you should curse anemia but lucky for you, your boyfriend Satoru is your personal heater who's more than happy to warm your feet daily!

The first time it happened was when you both were watching a movie. Your feet was cold but the AC was turned off. You tried to keep them under the blanket but nothing helped, and Satoru was so fixated on the movie that he wasn't paying attention to whatever was going to come for him. So you did what you had to, slide your feet in his hoodie and let out a relieved sigh while him? He let out a loud gasp at the sudden cold contact. From that day, being a personal heater for you had begun.

The second time it happened was when Satoru was peacefully sleeping while drooling. The sight was adorable really, but the nagging cold of your feet was getting in the way of you admiring him. And if you didn't warm it by now, it would lead to muscle cramps and you weren't having any of that. At first you were contemplating whether if you should wake him up or not, to talk about the problem. But looking at him, you didn't have the heart to do that so instead...you placed your cold hands against his warm abdomen. That jolted him up before softened his gaze once he saw your guilty expression. He gently took your hands in his big hands and warm them up before kissing each of your hands. (He made sure to cover you with multiple blankets before cuddling you as your personal heater ︎♡)

Satoru knows that you suffer iron deficiency, which is why your feet and hands are always cold. But even if your cold temperature catch him off guard, for you he'll always chuckle and warm you up because he's Satoru Gojo, your goofy yet loving boyfriend. <3

a/n. This is pretty much self-indulgent because I also have anemia but to those who also faces the same problem I just wanna say, you're capable of doing anything and you're doing great. We are in this together !!! 🫶🏻

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♡⸝⸝ tastes so different, oh and your scent... .ᐟ

pairings. (any fav) x reader

genre. fluff

He swears that every time he kisses you, you taste so different! One day you'd be tasting like cherry, another day like strawberry and then coconut. He doesn't mind, if anything it adds flavors to kisses! Each time he kisses you, his brain short-circuits. He even buys you tons of flavoured lip products so that he can keep discovering more tastes !!♡︎

And let's not forget your scents, he's basically addicted. Like you'd be walking past by and then the whole space would be filled with your scent. He'd be pathetically trying to sniff it, to get a good ol' whiff. And if he wants a premium sniff? Hugs. Like you could be minding your own business and he'd be right behind you ready to pounce. His mind gets so dazed whenever he's around you, like he forgot how to function.

You just so happen to be very clean and demure about it so he can't help it if his girlfriend has flavors...

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♥︎⸝⸝ A Silent Goodbye... .ᐟ

pairings. zayne x reader

genre. angst

warning(s). hurt/no comfort, reader is mentioned as [name] (because I don't like the usage of y/n sorry 😭😭), major character death, mentions of hanahaki disease

a/n. my first take on angst and...I tried to make it light as much as possible:D

"You know I feel guilty now. I pulled the best doctor away from the hospital just to watch the moon with me." You joke, which makes Zayne smile.

"Don't be. It was my decision to spend some time with you anyway. Don't worry, let's just make the best of our time together before any calls for surgery appear." He reassures you softly as he looks at you with a warm smile.

It makes your heart flutter, but is it because of his smile? No...It's because of the Hanahaki Disease. The doctors told you that it's rare and probably occurs to one in a hundred. It only happens when your love is unrequited, or one-sided.

You have been keeping your feelings for Zayne hidden for a long time because he's already sealed to someone else. You can't blame him...They had a history of longing and love...So wanting him makes you feel nothing but an obstacle. Zayne has waited enough for her, and you're selfless enough to not pull him away. Even if...your heart reacts as a warning.

Tonight, Zayne chose you. Not her, not his duty and work... only you. But it wasn't romantic...he didn't look at you like you hung the moon. Instead, you were another person in his life. Nothing more. The funny part is...he isn't even aware of your diagnosis.

Zayne thinks this is another normal night, he'll wake up again and see you...when he's done spending his time with her. But only you know...what this means.

You scoot closer, as if testing the water. Zayne looks at you with puzzled eyes, and when you rest your head on his shoulder, he stiffens. As if his shoulder was curved for her head. But he doesn't say anything, instead he smiles.

"Are you alright?" He asks before he wraps his arm around you.

"Mhm...I just feel like sleeping." You murmur, feeling his warmth.

"Then go ahead, I'm not going anywhere."

He's not going anywhere...but you are. Once you sleep, you're never waking up. Because your heart succumbed to Hanahaki Disease and now, you're approaching the end of your time in this world...with him.

Zayne feels you fall asleep, he looks at you and brushes some of your hair from your face. And then he looks back at the moon, thinking about something. Not the person rested on his shoulder...but her.

You go limp, completely. You stop breathing yet...your face is the epitome of a sleeping beauty. Zayne doesn't feel your breath anymore. Your body is cold against him.

"[name]...?"

His eyes widen when he shakes you to wake up, only to be met with a motionless body. The medical instinct rushes in his body and he starts checking your pulse and your heart for a beat, when there's no sign of life...he couldn't believe it. How? And why?

Zayne stood near your funeral, hair tousled from running his fingers in it. He looks so out of his usual neatness... He still doesn't know why you're gone...but one thing for sure is that...he lost you in his arms. He even bought jasmine flowers for you, he thinks you like them but what he doesn't know is that, you've always admired them because you wanted to be his jasmine.

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♡⸝⸝ Happy Wife, Happy Life .ᐟ

pairings. kento x reader

genre. fluff

It has been a long time since your husband Kento has gotten a proper time to spend it with his family. With work coming between the ways of his life with you guys, he felt more than grateful that you, his precious wife understood his hard-works. In fact, you wake up way too early in the morning to make breakfast for him, make lunch and dinner which he can eat in the office. You always made sure that the portions were enough for the day and sometimes slid in occasional snacks that he can munch on.

Kento insisted on helping you with dinner tonight, but you gently declined, saying he should rest because it's not everyday he gets a time like this. He was stubborn for sure but you weren't any better. It's no wonder he loves you to the fullest.

His ever so precious 5 year old twins, Keiko and Kiyoko eased him. They also don't get their fathers like this everyday, it makes him so disappointed in himself knowing that he can't even be there for his daughters except financially. But they always make sure that their daddy is reassured enough.

As you started filling their plates, Kento once again volunteered to help, after being a gentleman in nature.

"Darling, Let me—"

"Kento." You start, playfully glaring at him. "Relax baby, I've got this. I need to make sure my husband is well fed and taken care of." You smile, which earns a chuckle from him. His unique dimples showing out.

But something is...off. You made baked potatoes with steak, however your plate has less steak whereas the girls and your husband have much more of it.

"Love?" Kento pauses.

"Mhm?"

"...Why do you have less steak?"

Ah, so it did go noticed by him... Sharp observation. What did you expect from your husband who's always attentive to his wife?

"Oh! Well...It's...I just don't feel like eating much y'know?" That earns him a bemused yet concerned expression.

"My love...are you perhaps... feeling down?"

"No no! Kento I'm fine, really! But when I went to the market, I didn't realize the shortage of the steak so...yeah. But I promise, I'm alright!"

Before you could even explain any further, he's already putting a piece of his steak on your plate, while you blink at it.

"Kento..."

"You could have said so, I hate to see you eat less than us...I don't stay at home so I don't know how well you're feeding yourself, but now that I'm here, I won't let that happen."

Your gaze softens and your heart melts, but you're also thinking exactly like him. You pack him lunch and dinner but what if it's not enough? What if he doesn't speak about it so that it doesn't hurt your feelings and make you feel less? So you put it back on his plate, giving him a cheeky smile.

And it keeps happening back and forth, both of you as stubborn as a mule. Until Kento finally sighs and cuts the steak in half before sharing it with you.

"Don't return it... please."

And so you don't, but then another thing occurs that surprises the both of you positively.

Your daughters are already cutting their steak too, Kiyoko cutting it in half in a messy yet heartwarming way and placing it on Kento's plate. Keiko cuts her one and puts it on your plate as well.

That warmed the both of your heart as you couldn't help but chuckle. They're already starting to pick up both of your traits.

And Kento? He was smiling, the wrinkles appearing on the corners of his eye. His sweet girls are learning, and there's no way there's anything better than coming back home to this.

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saving money to buy a laptop because I can't keep writing on my phone (it makes my eyesight really blurry after looking at words in a cramped space for minutes) 😭😭

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♥︎⸝⸝ LET ME IN . . . .ᐟ

pairings. visitor!satoru x reader

au. I'm not a human

genre. horror

warning(s). reader is mentioned as [name], mentions of blood, death and murder, horror themes

a/n. the game is actually so cool ong I had to do a fic on this. 😛 (the ending is so fuckass though I ran out of ideas 💔💔)

Knock knock

Another guest who's probably going to ask for shelter. You sigh and walk to the door to open it. Surprisingly, you find a handsome white haired man with frightening light blue eyes standing at the doorstep who grins when you opened the door.

"I'm not like them by the way." He doesn't sound desperate...nor human. You can't really distinguish anything about him because he's wearing a hoodie. And you forgot to pay attention to his gums when he grinned because let's be real, you weren't expecting a handsome guy at your porch asking for shelter. You're not even sure if you're supposed to be alerted or... let your guard down. Because honestly? You're kind of lonely. All the friends that you had either got killed by visitors or probably died by the scorching sun. The lockdown has been keeping you unsocial for a month, you don't even know how to communicate at this point. But at the same time, you don't want to be seen dumb or a person who has no survival instincts.

"Show me your arms." You cross your own and shift your weight on one foot.

His grin doesn't falter, instead he just shrugs.

"No can do, I'm not clean y'know?"

Oh, so he's that type of person. You didn't press any further, didn't persist because you're a kind person who believes that he's uncomfortable showing his scars. So, you let him in.

"Thanks by the way. Got any rent I should pay?"

"Not really. Actually, the landlord is dead and I haven't paid rent for weeks." You casually admit, unbothered.

He hums in amusement, nodding before he chuckles.

"You don't even care? That...he's dead?"

"Nah. If anything, it made my life easier. He was an asshole, always doubled my rent when he had spent all his money gambling. I would never let him in if he was alive."

"Well he really did torture you a lot..."

There was a brief of silence before you asked for his name.

"Huh? Oh I'm Satoru." He replies while walking to the living room and plopping himself on the couch, yet being careful about his hoodie so that it doesn't ride up to reveal his skin.

"Well I didn't investigate you much but if you try to kill me, make sure it's not boring." You joke as you take a seat beside him.

He laughs at your request, clearly surprised but really amused.

"Okay well... someone's got zero survival instincts, but don't worry. You're...safe." For now.

The first few days with Satoru were going normal, nothing about him felt suspicious. Not that you care anyway but it was nice to see some changes in your house, you really got some light and noise in your once depressed place. He filled the empty spaces with something, even if it's small and unnoticeable. He made sure to do his laundry and take turns in making dinner and breakfast, only for him to not eat. Really normal for a visitor.

As time passed by, things were going a bit too...uneasy. You found him going static before turning back normal. His once light blue eyes would turn bloodshot. But his nails and gums are perfectly...clean. He tried to conceal what he could. Whenever you'd ask for a picture together, he would decline, saying that he wasn't really "comfortable" with the idea. And his way of outfits were baggy clothes, ones that you lent him which your ex used to wear. Sometimes when you sleep, you'd hear him talking to someone, about finding someone and...the rest were inaudible.

He doesn't kill you, maybe he's waiting for the perfect time. But it wouldn't make much of a difference if you confront him because sooner or later, you'll die anyway.

"So you're like them." You bluntly utter out at the dinner table as you're the only one who's eating and he's just...there, not eating. But you continue,

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

Satoru smiles, too wide to reveal his perfect teeth. He hums, but doesn't answer.

Because the next morning? He's gone, out in the scorching sun. He did leave you a note though... written in blood.

"I'll come back."

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♥︎⸝⸝ A Silent Goodbye. . . .ᐟ

pairings. zayne x reader

genre. angst

warning(s). hurt/no comfort, reader is mentioned as [name] (because I don't like the usage of y/n sorry 😭😭), major character death, mentions of hanahaki disease

a/n. my first take on angst and...I tried to make it light as much as possible:D

"You know I feel guilty now. I pulled the best doctor away from the hospital just to watch the moon with me." You joke, which makes Zayne smile.

"Don't be. It was my decision to spend some time with you anyway. Don't worry, let's just make the best of our time together before any calls for surgery appear." He reassures you softly as he looks at you with a warm smile.

It makes your heart flutter, but is it because of his smile? No...It's because of the Hanahaki Disease. The doctors told you that it's rare and probably occurs to one in a hundred. It only happens when your love is unrequited, or one-sided.

You have been keeping your feelings for Zayne hidden for a long time because he's already sealed to someone else. You can't blame him...They had a history of longing and love...So wanting him makes you feel nothing but an obstacle. Zayne has waited enough for her, and you're selfless enough to not pull him away. Even if...your heart reacts as a warning.

Tonight, Zayne chose you. Not her, not his duty and work... only you. But it wasn't romantic...he didn't look at you like you hung the moon. Instead, you were another person in his life. Nothing more. The funny part is...he isn't even aware of your diagnosis.

Zayne thinks this is another normal night, he'll wake up again and see you...when he's done spending his time with her. But only you know...what this means.

You scoot closer, as if testing the water. Zayne looks at you with puzzled eyes, and when you rest your head on his shoulder, he stiffens. As if his shoulder was curved for her head. But he doesn't say anything, instead he smiles.

"Are you alright?" He asks before he wraps his arm around you.

"Mhm...I just feel like sleeping." You murmur, feeling his warmth.

"Then go ahead, I'm not going anywhere."

He's not going anywhere...but you are. Once you sleep, you're never waking up. Because your heart succumbed to Hanahaki Disease and now, you're approaching the end of your time in this world...with him.

Zayne feels you fall asleep, he looks at you and brushes some of your hair from your face. And then he looks back at the moon, thinking about something. Not the person rested on his shoulder...but her.

You go limp, completely. You stop breathing yet...your face is the epitome of a sleeping beauty. Zayne doesn't feel your breath anymore. Your body is cold against him.

"[name]...?"

His eyes widen when he shakes you to wake up, only to be met with a motionless body. The medical instinct rushes in his body and he starts checking your pulse and your heart for a beat, when there's no sign of life...he couldn't believe it. How? And why?

Zayne stood near your funeral, hair tousled from running his fingers in it. He looks so out of his usual neatness... He still doesn't know why you're gone...but one thing for sure is that...he lost you in his arms. He even bought jasmine flowers for you, he thinks you like them but what he doesn't know is that, you've always admired them because you wanted to be his jasmine.