I Dont Like How Things Change

“I don’t like how things change

with Lynette”

In a world that has been less than kind to her, you were one of the few exceptions. When others would be upset by her seemingly monotonous behavior, you saw past it. You saw her for who she was. Just another person in this chaotic mess of a world.

When she is woken up from nightmares of past events, you offer her comfort, in whatever way she needs. Whether it is holding her, or speaking words of reassurance. You are there. And what she fails to inform you, is that in some scenarios, that is more than enough.

And though she struggles, you never mind her struggle to express her emotions. The universe has been less than kind to Lynette, but even as the world turns and changes, one thing remains unchanging. Your love and devotion towards her. And she hopes someday, you’ll be able to see the full extent of her gratitude.

“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

“You’ve become my ceiling

with Yae Miko”

“You don’t even care, do you? You never do, and probably never have.”

The woman in front of you didn’t even appear hurt, simply maintaining a face of indifference. But inside, her mind was racing. When you’d invited her to this beautiful forest, she’d expected a grand gesture of a date, as you’d done in the past. Not your decision to end your relationship.

“I do care, quite a deal,” she moved her hand up, to cup your face. Perhaps to even talk you out of it, as foolish as it was. But you stepped away from her.

And spoke with tears brimming your eyes, “which is why you can’t even pretend to be affected.”

You humans were so conflicting. You were the one who broke up with her, and now you’re crying over her. Even as you faced the ground, she knew your face was puffy and red. As it usually had been when you broke down.

“Because, I learned how to maintain my composure, after so long of practice.” What you didn’t know, was how badly she wanted to hold you, teasingly comforting you as she’d done many times before. “If you’re simply trying to leave for my seemingly lack of care, then I cannot make you stay. But I do implore you to think.”

“If I didn’t care, why would I stay with you for so long, dear?”

I am attempting to branch out more in terms of characters I write

“I want to buy you something

with Ruggie Bucchi”

(With a crafty? reader)

“It’s not a lot,” he mumbled.

In your hands was a grocery bag that he had just previously handed to you. It was your six month anniversary. Something you’d both been excited for, but he did show some anxiety as the day approached.

When your gaze became fixed on him, he looked away.

“You can open it instead of staring, you know.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him flustered or shy, but it still made you grin when the cocky and sometimes arrogant Ruggie Bucchi would get all red from being watched.

You sat down on your dorm bed, while he didn’t seem to follow you. Though you found it odd, you were just too excited to see what the contents were.

“Just— don’t expect too much, alright?”

You ripped open the bag after struggling a bit with the tightly done knot. And in the bag, he was right. There really wasn’t a lot.

But what you did see, was random items of unknown origin. Keys that lead to who knows where, rocks that you assumed he found from the ruthless chores he completed, and even colored and patterned bookmarks and scraps of paper.

“You mentioned that you liked crafting, so being the generous boyfriend I am, I figured I’d surprise you.”

The longer that you stared at the contents of the bag, the more nervous he got.

“Because I love you. So can you say something?”

gah your writing is so beautiful you’re amazing :cryign:

You’re so sweet! I’m excited to read more of your works <3

“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.”