Funky Playlist

“Funky playlist

With Suna”

(Platonic to romantic!)

There you were, in your usual spot of his passenger seat. As you sat down to put on your seatbelt, you heard him snort.

“Might as well get ‘passenger royalty’ as a tattoo with how often you take up that spot.”

It’s not like you couldn’t drive. You very much could, although your confidence in comparison to the volleyball player was no match, which meant in his eyes, you weren’t ready to “handle him.” Whatever the hell that meant.

“Okay, smart guy, does that mean you want to be the passenger princess?”

His grin only widened at your reply. He loved this. He loved you. You weren’t afraid to be a smartass or joke with him.

Something in him, though, made him choose to hold his tongue in reply. Not because he was afraid of anything, but simply because this was a night drive to calm you two. Wouldn’t be too calming if it was full of bickering.

“Alright, alright, weirdo. Put on some music or something.” Looking at you in the corner of his eye, he could see how excited you were as he pulled out of the driveway to your place.

“If you don’t like this playlist, I may actually jump out the window at 50 miles per hour. Or throw you out.”

Beside you, your bestfriend just whistled

“I’d like to see you try to throw me, and on the flip side, I can just throw you in the back with child-locks.”

Even when you doubted if he could really lift you or hold you, he always proved able. The asshole would go as far as to say you were crushing his spine before carrying you with absolute ease.

“Whatever,” you sighed. You just hooked your phone up to the car and prepared the playlist. It was originally your plan to confess through this playlist. But with how teasing he was being, maybe you’d hold off. “What do you think?”

“Geez, it’s only the first song and you’re already asking? It’s like you’ve been waiting for this,” he responded.

You don’t let your act break, yet.

“Perhaps I have, but you’re a lot of effort,” earning a dramatic sigh from him.

He sped up a tiny bit, before going back to the normal speed limit, just to watch you squirm a little in your seat. The asshole.

After couple songs, you guys arrived at your destination. It was a small park with a swing set. Although you weren’t sure how high you could really go, Suna was always trying to see who could get to the top.

You both undid your seatbelts, but he didn’t move from the car. He was waiting for something. You just couldn’t tell what it was.

“Rin, what are you doing?”

“Waiting to see if I’m right.”

“Huh?”

He took a second to reply.

“I like you, and judging by these songs, you like me too. Or I’m being a complete idiot.”

“Maybe you’re correct in both.”

“I can live with that, if it’s with you.”

“In case you are lost

Follow my heartbeat”

Hot Pink

Represents fandom chatter, or me musing in general, but mainly rambling about my interests

Dreary Magenta

Represents works I’ve created, although I do plan on updating this in the future.

Hazy Brown

Represents blog-related items, which is as stated previously, subject to change

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今日 i write the second best baizhu fic cuz beau already wrote the best of the best ever

“Life is a cycle that ends too soon

With Lilia Vanrouge”

You slept soundly in his arms and in your unconscious state, failed to notice or feel his grip tighten. His head swirled with the sudden realization and dread that one day, you will die. Of course. It’s inevitable for all living beings, but for you. A human. Who was to say how long you really had in comparison to him.

Within less than a decade you would, without a doubt, pass away. And where does that leave him? Alone once again as Silver and Malleus mature and leave as well.

He hated getting negative, but was this really being negative, or being realistic? He will eventually be all alone, without his children, or the love of his life, to watch him fall into disrepair.

And while he is thankful none of you will witness him reach that point, he can’t deny how terrifying it is. He is an old man at heart, but that doesn’t mean all his years of life have prepared him for that moment of truth.

“Hey, lover, won’t you treat me right?

with Freminet”

Imagine being with Freminet, someone who’s never been well-versed in how or how not to be treated in relationships. He’s anxious, thanks to Lyney’s constant fussing and Lynette’s warnings.

And then, he has the luck of finding you. Someone who adores him and only wants to love and care for him. Helping him with his underwater adventures, or assisting him in social situations. Just being there without overstepping or forcing your way into his space.

Easing him out of his comfort zone without practically shoving him into overwhelming discomfort. You show him patience that he’s unfamiliar with. Even within his family, it feels foreign with the level of caution and care you take to ensure his safety.

And while he may not be the most sure of his judgment, he’s sure of one thing. You are one of the best things to happen to him.

“We are connected

by our strings and stuffing”

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