❝ 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 ? ❞ They said keep hoping. They said keep holding onto life. Because just like flower, it would bloom into new life eventually when each season passes. They are her sun, they are her source of water that keeps her alive. But since they've gone, the flower starting to wither away. Along with her life.

Y/N, adopted sister of Boboiboy, whom the elementals never knew. How would they react when their older brother suddenly brought her home from TAPOPS? S L O W U P D A T E S like srsly

𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀🖤: This is based over Boboiboy(Character belongs to Monsta) and Reader(Yourself) random little stories of each other and small scenarios. So, basically a love story. You can request (ONLY WHEN I ANNOUNCE THAT ITS OPEN) for a story idea, choose an elemental or the original one and the type,that is fluff or angst or just happy in general. Your choice, but NO lemon or smut. 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍🖤: @Eavesxaylim -I have an another account: @_CxssieJinx_ •That account is for ships but mostly is a gay couples. • Its in Malay language. 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂🖤: •May have swearing if its an angst story,but I would leave a warning. •May have broken grammar or typo's. •Don't leave hate but nice criticism can be given. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥♡: 18/9/2020 𝔼𝕟𝕕♡: -

✯𝙱 𝚘 𝚋 𝚘 𝚒 𝚋 𝚘 𝚢 𝚡 𝚁 𝚎 𝚊 𝚍 𝚎 𝚛✯ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖 - 𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚗: 𝙰 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜,𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜,𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. • 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚢 ☽︎ •𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ⚠︎ •𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚔𝚎 ♧︎︎︎ •𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 ⚡ •𝙲𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 🌀 •𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 🔥 •𝙸𝚌𝚎 ❄️ •𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 🌿 •𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 🌟 •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚊 ✴️ •𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 ❄️🔥 •𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛 🌨️ • [𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠] • [𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜:𝙾𝚗-𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐] • [𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎,𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝] • [𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊] • [𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚌] • [𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎]

✯𝙱 𝚘 𝚋 𝚘 𝚒 𝚋 𝚘 𝚢 𝚡 𝚁 𝚎 𝚊 𝚍 𝚎 𝚛 ✯ 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 - 𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚗: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞;𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕. "𝚈/𝚗.𝚆𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠,𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝" -𝙱𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚢/𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 [ 𝙱𝚢 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 ] • 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚢 • 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 • 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚔𝚎 • 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 • 𝙲𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 • 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 • 𝙸𝚌𝚎 • 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 • 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 • 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛 • 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 • 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚊 • [𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠] • [𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜:𝙾𝚗-𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍] • [𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎,𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝] • [𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊] • [𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚌] • [𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎]

{ VARIOUS!BOBOIBOY ELEMENTS X READER } The spaces between your fingers were created so another's could fill them in.

What is love to you? A question often asked, the mystery question that no one can really put an answer beside it. What lengths would one be willing to go how far? He himself doesn't understand what he's feeling, what is slowly circling around him, what is slowly eating away at him, and all he had to offer, all that grounded him. It was a never ending pit, that somehow still continued to grow all the more dark, murky. Was it love? He doesn't know, it was the right form of it, yet it was love no less, within the rather broad category of the subtopic. It was wrong it felt wrong, but how could it feel so right. Your presence was enough for him, was is the key word here, he wanted more. But he's scared, he doesn't know whats happening to him, he doesn't understand it. He wants to make it stop, no matter which way he has to, whether he is forced to shove it all down, or simply put it to rest, yet it can't stop, it wont. Even if he manages to hide it, it will only continue to grow, until it spills out until it overflows, until something shatters, whether it be sanity or bones, who could say. What happens then? You'll find out. He means no harm, he can't help it. 𝓗𝓮'𝓼 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂

🇩​​🇪​​🇱​​🇮​​🇻​​🇪​​🇷​​🇾​⦂┆ ° ♡• ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ" {ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ - 5 ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ} ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ?" {ꜱᴘɪɴᴇ - ᴡᴇꜱɢʜᴏꜱᴛ} ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ" {ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ - ᴋᴇꜱʜᴀ} ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ What You Need To Know: ❥ Reader: Gender Neutral ❥ Mature Audience: Only ❥ Requests: On ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ "ʀᴀᴡ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ." Sheer cracked white, faint imprints, the soft warmth of the substance, filled across the skin of his hand, submerged in the insides of his friend. An injury never faulted Dazai, hardly ever unintentionally that is, injuries lathered on his skin, in failed attempts of himself, do the wounds bleed now? A gnawing painful warmth falls the sides of his face, clutching his friend to his chest does he bleed to him. Biting the insides of his cheeks, does he feel himself waver, in any resolve for a better ending then that proposed, choking back a sob, does he pull the sides of his face, to bare white. "ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴᴇᴅ. ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ" The comment was almost comedic if not void of the pretense, however Dazai followed his words even beyond the grave, in black he attended to him, visiting on the effective day it'd be normalized. Clutching an umbrella in hand, gripping at the cloth of his chest, never did Dazai want to suffer, or be in pain, in death, a cal