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.”

“We are connected

by our strings and stuffing”

@santsukii — Miya

@quimichi — Antonia

@luminescentmagic - Lumine

@xiaolia - Cecilia

IN THE SAME NIGHT, I WON TWO FIFTY-FIFTIES AS A FREE TO PLAY

“Baby, I’m yours

with Leona Kingscholar”

He’s very protective of what he believes to be his, and luckily for him, you permit this act of desire. How could you not when you are given treatment from him that no other has received. A seat by his side, without judgment.

Of course, you are not easily escaping his teasing as he calls you clingy when you sneak into his bed. But you can make him go a bit quiet in some occasions.

Such as the very day when you were sure he was asleep. You crawled into your side of his bed, designated for you only. And whispered in his ear, playing with his hair. “You’re mine, Leona, and I’m thankful that you can call me yours as well.”

You closed your eyes, drifting to sleep, while he laid awake. Shocked by the sudden knowledge.

He had something all to himself. Someone, who he won’t have to worry about losing.

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

“And the lawn is dead

with Malleus Draconia”

“I no longer love you, Malleus.”

Those words lingered in his mind, engraved into his brain like a branding. The man who loved and adored you so dearly, was now left to his own devices. He might have just been a cat left in the freezing rain. That would be less pitiful, less pathetic.

He wanted, so severely, to believe it was a prank. Even going as far as to choke out a bitter and empty laugh. But your face was devoid of the smile that would make his face heart melt.

He had almost snapped at Sebek, as the freshman vowed to make you regret breaking the heart of his retainer. No amount of pleading, begging, anything would make you return to him willingly. He’d come to that cruel realization when Lilia brought it up.

His whole life, he’d been given anything and everything he desired due to his royal status and place of power, except the absence of loneliness . And then you offered company, without any care for such nonsense.

Why did you take away the thing he held so dearly?