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👉🏽Masterlist
Recent Works:
I Don’t Care If You’re Insincere w/ Sakusa Kiyoomi <3
Pa w/ Ushijima Wakatoshi <3
Lovers to Friends w/ Miya Osamu <3
No One Lets Me Down Quite Like I Do w/ Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei <3
☆ In the lyric that you sent me... "simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody" automatically made me think of this obtuse sweetheart! He's can be intense at times when he's super worked up, but he also calms down pretty quickly especially if you're around. He wouldn't want to lose his cool, not in front of someone as beautiful as you
☆ Now you say you have lack of discipline....well Kindaichi has discipline for the both of you! No matter what it is, he will be there next to you to help you through it. Coming up with plans and routines and expectations that you of course agree to because he just wants to see you thrive next to him
☆ He also loves to get you flowers! Any yellow flowers in particular as he knows that's your favorite color, even better if he can find the right shade or dare is say...dandelions!
Hello hazel (can I call you hazel?) Is it too late to participate in your lyric ask game? If not, can I please request one?
Cherry Blossom by Kacey Musgraves/Honey by Derivakat/Daydreaming by Chris Wallace
futakuchi knows he can run his mouth better than most people. what he doesn't know is how easily you're able to throw those same barbs right back at him. at first it confuses him - you confuse him. but he soon finds himself looking forward to trading words with you, playful conversations that turns into sharing laughs and inside jokes. before he knows it, he's absolutely enchanted by you.
literature analysis brain is going haywire so here’s a bunch of incoherent ramblings some themes motifs and symbolism i love in this movie because AAAAAAA
Love and Sacrifice.
Obviously, but like the different kinds of love and devotion and how they’re never perfect and sometimes self-destructive but they’re so powerful and just waughhh. It was so important to me how after exploding at her Tamaki (suzume’s aunt, ik im not the only one who forgets names) was like “you know I don’t feel that way all the time, right?” like not denying that yes, she has felt exhausted of taking care of Suzume and sometimes wished she didn’t have to take care of her, trying to be the parental figure she needs while also trying to not encroach on her sister’s memory. It means so much to me that she didn’t deny those feelings but instead told Suzume that it’s not how she always feels, because loving someone means sacrifice and ewughghgghfgfh im not putting this into words well but htrggfhgf.
and ALSO the reciprocation of kindness with daijin - as thanks for the taste of freedom at last, and wanting to be with someone whom you love but not really comprehending that what they want (that “suzume doesn’t love me” killed me) and how by the end daijin helped her pull souta out and sacrificed himself for suzume because he really loved her ggrgfggfhfnfnch
And just. everyday love. This is kind of a mix of themes and motifs but every time we flashed back to the memories of whatever abandoned place they were in - the simple “good morning”s and “be back soon” and “it’s so hot”s made me choke up. the mundane love of Chika and Suzume in their newly found friendship, Rumi’s kindness in picking Suzume up off the street and her love for her children, Serizawa’s platonic love for Souta letting him drive these two crazy women with crazy beef for 7 hours across Japan, there’s just so much expression of love and the hardships people go through because of it and rhgrjgrjhgdhgjhb
Mourning and Closure.
Makoto Shinkai himseld said that he wanted to write a story about “mourning deserted places” (at least according to Wikipedia) so this one is all but textual but like yeah. the motif of opening/closing/locking doors and locking the bike and things like that? AaAAaAaa
To close the gates, you need to imagine the emotions of people who once lived there - i can only imagine what Souta was thinking in the abandoned bathhouse area, but hrhggejghw the school and the amusement park and the shots we got of normal life in tokyo before the worm revealed itself in the climax, it just. really speaks to the beauty of everyday life. im a sucker for that kind of stuff as both a psychology major and just a weird person who thinks “man i wonder what happened to this person for the past 22 years of their life that led them to be here with me in this moment” whenever i pass someone in the grocery store. Hodaka could let japan be flooded in weathering with you because of his love for hina, but suzume’s whole arc was learning about the common people and living their lives and embracing all the kindness they had to offer to herself and others and it really hits that like. of course she can’t just let tokyo get destroyed to save Souta, every person in all of tokyo is just like Rumi and Chika and Serizawa and they’re all people who love and are loved. She finds herself in Souta’s place as one who stretches himself thin between being a gate closer and studying to be a teacher because he loves life as well, and-
oops i forgot i was talking about mourning and closure
anyway the doors keep getting reopened because the grief never fully goes away and the worm of “calamity” is letting yourself be consumed by the grief and destroying the people around you and not being able to move on, and it comes from the Ever-after becomes ever-after is a place where time doesn’t exist and you wish you could be there forever because it’s where you can relive the events of your past, it’s where you can live in denial that time moves forward and you have to move with it, it’s where Suzume goes after her mother dies because she wants people to stop giving her condolences and just give her her mom back. “Ever-after” in itself is a “happily ever after” - a place where mortals aren’t meant to go, no matter how beautiful it looks. Souta goes there too because he is the catalyst Suzume needs to go back and face Ever-after - and it’s no longer beautiful, but it’s torn apart by grief and everything is in flames. The idea of a keystone as well, locking the memories and hurt away, is one that Suzume removes to relive her memories and puts back in place when she’s ready to move on. htrhgfhgfghfghf. she won’t let souta be the keystone because she refuses to move on without him.
Also both Souta and his grandfather tell Suzume to just forget everything she’s seen, but it’s too late for that because connections aren’t so easily forgotten. Even when Tamaki couldn’t remember telling Suzume she’d be her new mother, that doesn’t change that she cared for her for the next 12 years anyway. Suzume visits Chika and Rumi by the end, and obviously she’s never forgotten her mother, both because her chair was still in her room by the start of the movie and because she looks like her by the end. Even though relationships change, they’re never forgotten in the movie, and I think that’s beautiful, really.
(also cool detail: 12 years ago is when the tsunami that killed suzume’s mother struck. the movie came out in 2023, and the touhoku earthquake/tsunami that inspired this film was in 2011. nice)
Reality vs Fantasy
The scenes where Suzume goes out into public again following stopping the worm from destroying Tokyo were especially poignant to me. This girl’s been going on a fantastical adventure with her talking chair and talking cat, meeting nice people and making friends, excited at the idea that she’s doing something important, but after Souta’s gone she shuts down. Her feet are bloodied, her clothes are destroyed, and people keep giving her strange looks and calling her homeless because she may have stopped the worm but even without being consumed by grief, it still isn’t pretty or picturesque. Standing out in Japanese society is discouraged, as most of us are well aware, but she’s been doing nothing but that with all the running around and talking to chairs and flying through the sky she’s been doing. Without a concrete goal in mind, without Souta as company, she’s alone in the world of adulthood and has no one to tell her what she should do, no Souta to guide her through Tokyo. And without that confidence or charm, people don’t come to her aid like they did before. It’s only once she finds her resolve to save Souta, quite literally walking in his shoes/footsteps, that the next helpful stranger (Serizawa) comes in.
She could imagine those abandoned places as alive, but the truth is that they were abandoned and will stay that way - none of them miraculously revived by the end, unless something happened in the credits that I couldn’t see through all my tears. Reality will not bring those places back, but what really matters is how we carry the memories of those places with us? I think. man maybe it’d be easier to write this post if i had actually seen the end credits
this post is really fucking long so im calling it here 😭 makoto shinkai has done it again. goddammit
isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?
Miya Atsumu x gn!reader
WC: 800
fluff
your eyes grow heavier by the second and the sweet call of sleep nearly has you in its grasp until you feel the sensation of cold toes poking at your ankles.
you shriek.
“atsumu!” you chide your boyfriend whose only response is to groan. he lays a heavy arm on your stomach before bringing you closer to his side.
he nuzzles his face against your neck and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh.
“i can’t sleep.”
now it’s your turn to groan. “and your solution is to prevent me from sleeping?”
you can feel his mouth quirk up against your neck. “’s less borin’ this way.”
you roll your eyes despite the fact that he can’t see it in the pitch black of the room. “don’t you have to be up early for practice tomorrow?”
“don’t remind me.” you can definitely hear the pout in his voice.
“why are you bothering me then when you should be trying to sleep?” you whine bemoaning the lack of sleep you know you both are going to be getting tonight.
his thumb begins to rub small circles at your side. “got a lot of thoughts running through my head.”
isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?
Miya Atsumu x gn!reader
WC: 800
fluff
your eyes grow heavier by the second and the sweet call of sleep nearly has you in its grasp until you feel the sensation of cold toes poking at your ankles.
you shriek.
“atsumu!” you chide your boyfriend whose only response is to groan. he lays a heavy arm on your stomach before bringing you closer to his side.
he nuzzles his face against your neck and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh.
“i can’t sleep.”
now it’s your turn to groan. “and your solution is to prevent me from sleeping?”
you can feel his mouth quirk up against your neck. “’s less borin’ this way.”
you roll your eyes despite the fact that he can’t see it in the pitch black of the room. “don’t you have to be up early for practice tomorrow?”
“don’t remind me.” you can definitely hear the pout in his voice.
“why are you bothering me then when you should be trying to sleep?” you whine bemoaning the lack of sleep you know you both are going to be getting tonight.
his thumb begins to rub small circles at your side. “got a lot of thoughts running through my head.”
isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?
Miya Atsumu x gn!reader
WC: 800
fluff
your eyes grow heavier by the second and the sweet call of sleep nearly has you in its grasp until you feel the sensation of cold toes poking at your ankles.
you shriek.
"atsumu!" you chide your boyfriend whose only response is to groan. he lays a heavy arm on your stomach before bringing you closer to his side.
he nuzzles his face against your neck and sucks in a deep breath before letting out a loud sigh.
"i can't sleep."
now it's your turn to groan. "and your solution is to prevent me from sleeping?"
you can feel his mouth quirk up against your neck. "'s less borin' this way."
you roll your eyes despite the fact that he can't see it in the pitch black of the room. "don't you have to be up early for practice tomorrow?"
"don't remind me." you can definitely hear the pout in his voice.
"why are you bothering me then when you should be trying to sleep?" you whine bemoaning the lack of sleep you know you both are going to be getting tonight.
his thumb begins to rub small circles at your side. "got a lot of thoughts running through my head."
"didn't think that was possible," you deadpan.
"ouch." he huffs out a laugh before giving your side a playful pinch. "forgot that ya get mean when you're tired, sweetheart." his hand splays out on your rib cage, fingers soothing over the site where he pinched you.
you shake your head in fond exasperation before shifting to your side to face him. "well, we both know sleep's gonna be escaping us for a bit here so why don't you get those thoughts out of your head, hmm?"
you see his lips quirk in a tired smile before he moves to rest his head on top of yours. you tangle your legs together and bring your arm over his side.
he's silent for a while and for a minute you think maybe he'll stay like that and let you get some sleep, but you should know better than that when you're dealing with the likes of miya atsumu.
"do you think taylor swift broke up with joe alwyn?"
"what?"
he repeats the question.
you have to resist the urge to rub at your forehead, already knowing that you'll be suffering from a migraine in the morning from the lack of sleep.
"tsumu," you start gently. "why are you thinking about taylor swift at 1230 at night?"
he sighs and moves his hand to to hold yours. "i'm thinking about taylor swift and her boyfriend," he corrects you. "or maybe i should say her ex-boyfriend? i don't know. i have a lot of thoughts, okay?"
you decide to humour him. "what kind of thoughts?"
"she's just so strong, you know? singin' all these songs she wrote about him. she wrote new year's day about him! lover! paper rings! oh god," he groans. "she wrote invisible string about him!"
you squeeze your boyfriend's hand in an effort to calm him.
"tsumu," your voice is soft. "what's going on?" you ask because you truly do not understand why your boyfriend is having a taylor swift-related crisis this late in the night.
"s just," he starts. "is love even real?"
you move your hand away from his and stiffen. "what?"
he groans and pulls you tight to his chest. "i love you," his voice is completely genuine. "don't ever question that." he moves a finger to your chin and gently tilts your head up before placing his lips on your forehead.
you bury your face into his chest. "you're so embarrassing."
he gathers his thoughts for a moment and then begins to explain,"it's just that i listen to those songs she wrote about him and think of you, ya know? and now her inspiration for those songs isn't even with her anymore and it just makes my heart ache because i never wanna listen to those songs and not think of you." his eyes remain on yours. "i never wanna listen to her sing the line 'one single thread of gold tied me to you' and not feel my heart flutter in my chest because that line reminds me of you - it reminds me of you and me."
he chuckles and you feel his large hands make their way underneath your shirt seeking comfort in your warmth.
"hey, tsumu," you whisper. "taylor and joe may not have made it, but you know i'm not going anywhere, right?"
the smile on his face lights up the room and sends your heart aflutter. the last thought you have before drifting off to sleep is that you wouldn't mind spending all of your sleepless midnights with him.
suna decides a fake proposal is a good idea to get free dessert - what he doesn't expect is for a video to go tiktok viral for 'couple goals'.
a/n: if you don't know what a cookie pizza is, then get to know bc you are missing out...
“Do you want dessert?” Suna’s asking mostly for show, since you’ve been staring a hole into the dessert menu for the better part of five minutes.
“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t need it.” you don't lift your gaze from the menu, though.
Suna rolls his eyes. This whole meal is his treat, since he’s been wanting to try this restaurant for a while—it came highly recommended by his TikTok followers—but he’d been too nervous to go to such a fancy restaurant by himself. You had pounced at the opportunity to get free food from him, but of course when it comes down to it you don't actually want to take advantage of his generosity. As if Suna wouldn’t give his life savings just to make you smile.
(Although you’ll never hear him admit it out loud.)
“Just get the damn cookie pizza, Y/N. I’m good for it.”
“No, it’s not that—I just don’t need it.”
“It’s not about whether you need dessert - do you want it?”
“I don’t!” you insist, shaking your head, eyes going innocent. Suna is very familiar with how this conversation will go—both of you will dig your heels in, arguing back and forth until eventually you’ve been bickering for so long you both forget what the original argument was about. Suna doesn’t want to do that this time, but that means getting crafty.
When his attention catches on a birthday cookie pizza sitting two tables down, he gets a Very Bad Idea.
Looking down at his hands, he estimates that the simple band on his pinky will probably fit your ring finger. He locks eyes with you and slips the ring into his palm. “Last chance. Say you’ll get the dessert.”
“No.” you say.
Suna slips out of his chair onto one knee beside the table. Your eyes widen; not out of surprise, but out of immediate, dread-filled understanding. “Stop it. Rin, that’s not funny, get up—”
“Y/N,” Suna bellows, loud enough to get the attention of what feels like the entire restaurant. (Good thing they’re smack in the middle of the dining area). You close your eyes, presumably in prayer, as Suna grabs your hand.
“Love of my life,” he says, trying to fill space as his brain searches for what to say that both sounds like a legitimate proposal and will annoy you the most.
“You are a villain,” you whisper harshly. Suna smiles wider.
“What can I say that you haven’t heard 1000 times? Not just from me, but from everyone else who’s been lucky enough to love you.” you squeezee Suna’s hand painfully—it’s a common joke that everyone who meets you falls half in love. “You’re creative, driven, funny, stubborn ” —he emphasizes this last point— “but most importantly, you’re just my favourite person to be around.”
You’re pointedly looking at the ceiling, so Suna finds it easier to look at your face and shower you with compliments. Now that he’s started, he finds he actually has a lot to say.
“You make things better just by existing. I don’t say it nearly enough, so let me take this opportunity to tell you that you’re the most caring and beautiful person I’ve ever met. It’s so easy to love you; in fact, you make it impossible not to. I’d like you to make all of my days better by spending them with me for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
Suna swears the entire restaurant is holding their breath, or maybe that’s just him. You finally look at him for a long, long moment. “I should make you suffer,” you mutter, then sigh. “YES!”
This is directed towards the dining room as a whole, which bursts into loud cheers—apparently everyone had been watching. Suna leaps up and grabs you, swinging you around in a hug with the ring still clutched in hand. You laugh in his ear and Suna’s stomach swoops and it’s easy to forget, for a brief moment, that none of this is real.
.
.
.
As it turns out, Suna’s performance may have been a bit too convincing.
He wakes up the next day to his phone ringing. After ignoring it three times, he finally picks up. “Hello?”
Osamu’s voice crackles in his ear. “Oh good, you’re awake. Are you aware that the internet thinks you’re engaged to Y/N?”
Suna bolts up in bed. “What?”
“Yeah, apparently one of your followers was at the restaurant you guys were at last night, and she recorded the whole thing and posted it. It had a couple hundred thousand likes, last I checked. All the comments are either about how you guys invented love, you guys are the hottest people alive, she’s an icon, or a combination of all of the above plus some suicidal jokes. I don’t know, Gen Z are weird.”
“We’re Gen Z.”
“Yeah, and you thought it was a good idea to fake propose to Y/N in a crowded restaurant despite the fact that you both have a mild internet following. Or maybe not mild now—it looks like her YouTube channel gained like 5000 subscribers overnight, and it’s still going.”
Suna hears an excited murmuring in the background.
“Oh, Atsumu says someone did the Feels dance to your proposal sound. When’s the wedding?”
“Stop!” Suna yells, head still sleep-fuzzy and unable to meaningfully absorb anything. “Oh my god. I still need to see the TikTok.”
Osamu snorts. “Good luck. Even I found it kind of hard to watch. You really cracked open your insides in the middle of an Italian restaurant, huh—”
“GOODBYE MIYA!” He hangs up, and takes in a deep breath.
This is a good thing, isn’t it? A harmless bit of internet clout—and for something wholesome, that paints Suna in a great light! That’s not something many victims of internet virality can say… so why is his stomach churning with dread?
Instead of pulling up TikTok, he decides to procrastinate by pulling up your YouTube channel—which, holy shit, has over 30k subscribers now. They’d celebrated your 20k milestone just a few weeks ago, and it had seemed like the biggest deal in the world back then, after years of putting out content with only a few hundred views. Suna can see that the videos at the top of your recommended are now the ones featuring him, which makes him feel icky. Your content is all amazing, with or especially without him. Are people only going to care about you when you’re next to him now?
Suna closes his eyes and takes another deep breath. No. Of course not, he’s being silly. Your content and personality speaks for itself. People will love you for who you are. And besides, no matter what happens next — your channel got thousands of new subscribers as a result, and that means the video being posted is an overall good thing.
It has to be a good thing.
Emboldened, Suna clicks on the first unopened text he sees with a TikTok link, and sure enough, there it is.
The original poster had been in the table directly behind you, so he can only see about half of your face while Suna is front and centre. The TikTok starts just before Suna got on his knee, and you hear the recorder gasp dramatically before leaning closer and zooming in.
“Y/N,” it begins. You can hear you whisper something back, although luckily it’s impossible to make out.
What follows is legitimately painful to watch. Suna gazes up at you with an expression so tender, watching it makes him feel like his insides are being microwaved. You look like you want God to smite Suna where he kneels.
You and Suna have always played a game that involves affection and flirting as a form of teasing. Suna loves making people flustered; you are very fun to fluster. You love annoying people; Suna is very fun to annoy. It’s a symbiotic relationship of love and warmth buried under 30 layers of intricately constructed rituals, and Suna has never had much cause to question it until he watches himself say:
“You make things better just by existing. I don’t say it nearly enough, so let me take this opportunity to tell you that you’re the most caring and beautiful person I’ve ever met. It’s so easy to love you; in fact, you make it impossible not to. I’d like you to make all of my days better by spending them with me for the rest of my life.”
The real problem is that absolutely none of that is untrue, and it is obvious in his earnest delivery. He might tell you to your face that you are a blight upon this Earth, but the truth is that every moment you aren't with him, Suna is wishing you were.
The only part that was a lie was when he said ”will you marry me”—which, admittedly, is kind of the most important part.
In the video he can actually hear you whisper “I should make you suffer,” although it’s not distinct unless you already know what he’s saying. A smile slowly spreads across your face, which makes Suna smile as well (force of habit). “YES!”
Suna watches himself pick you up and spin you around like a princess, but your face and laugh are so joyful that he can’t help but feel warm. However, the comments are enough to bring him back down to earth.
Osamu was mostly right about their contents—plenty of people praising their looks, or lamenting their own love life, or a good chunk of people speculating on what you said before accepting and that your reaction was “iconic.”
However, most of them are about how in love Suna is.
“I didn’t even know faces could LOOK that fond”
“@ god I SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE FOR OTHERS, WHEN WILL A MAN LOVE ME THIS MUCH”
"the expression on his face when she isn't looking... What If This Is My 13th Reason"
"no because?? it's so easy to love you?? brb throwing myself out of the nearest window"
and so on. There were also quite a few people criticizing: “idg why yall think this is romantic. she’s clearly uncomfortable?? she obviously felt pressured to say yes?? the bar is on the floor”
“what is romantic about someone giving the most beautiful proposal and hearing ‘i should make you suffer’ as a response. this is obviously toxic as hell :/”
Suna’s head is spinning. He can’t bear the thought of you watching this video or reading these comments, but he’s not sure why. His phone says it’s only 9am, so you definitely won’t be awake for another hour at least. He throws on a sweatshirt and grabs his wallet before heading out the door.
.
.
.
You live with Aran, so Suna texts him to be let in. The extremely judgemental look Aran gives him makes him want to turn around and walk back out.
“Please don’t say something snarky but deserved,” Suna nearly begs. “I’m very stressed out as it is.”
Aran crosses his arms. “And why is that?”
“Because I have a lot on my mind! Hundreds of thousands of people have seen me fake-propose to Y/N, and they all have their own thoughts about it. Some people are being really nice and following us, and some people are calling us toxic or saying she’s rude.” He rubs his hand on his forehead. “And then even the people who are nice are saying all this stuff about how obviously in love with Y/N I am, which is—stressing me out.”
Aran snorts. “Why would that bother you? You act like you’re in love with her every day.”
“What?!” Suna all but screams.
Aran blinks at him. “Why are you acting surprised? Two days ago you ‘teased’ her during movie night by calling her darling and kissing your thumb to her cheek. You always loved it before when people watched you flirt with her because it makes her flustered. Why would this be different?”
“Can you stop asking so many questions?? It’s different because this time it’s—”
Real.
That had been the word on the tip of his tongue, before he swallowed it. But that's not true either, is it? Suna had gone to sleep last night believing their little stunt had been exactly as “real” as all other times he’d flirted with you or any of their friends before.
“—observed,” he finishes quietly. “Not just by a bunch of strangers, but by me. I finally saw how it looks. I mean,” he turns to Aran helplessly. “Is that how it always looks?”
“Pretty much,” Aran says, picking at his nails. “So, what are you guys gonna do? Are you going to pretend to be engaged for the clout?”
“We can’t do that,” cuts in a sleepy voice.
Suna jumps out of his skin. “Oh my god, you scared me. I didn’t know you were there. How long have you been listening?”
“We can’t pretend like it’s real. People are harassing the original poster on Twitter for revealing our relationship, threatening to dox her and all this stuff. It’s really bad. We have to tell everyone it was fake.”
Of course. Of fucking course you’re the subject of a viral video that was taken and posted without your consent, and your main concern is whether people are being mean to that person online.
Aran chimes in. “That’s nice and all, but at this point I think you guys may be beyond that. If you deny it, some people might assume you’re lying because you didn’t want your relationship to be outed, which could make it worse for that girl.”
Your face screws up in genuine distress. “Rin, what do we do? She didn’t know this many people would see it. People are telling her that we hate her and she should kill herself. I’ve been trying to reach out but she’s turned off her DMs—”
“Y/N, breathe.” He grabs hold of your shoulders and gently steers you back into your bedroom and onto your bed, closing the door with his foot. “Everything is gonna be fine. The important thing is that the video being uploaded didn’t actually hurt us, so as soon as we can make sure she and everyone else knows that, everything will calm down.” your face is still wrinkled up, so Suna instinctively puts a hand on your cheek. When his hand touches your skin, your expression relaxes, just a bit. “That’s not what I care about right now. How are you feeling?”
“What?” you say. “What do you mean?”
Suna pushes down the familiar urge to slide his hands to your throat and pinch as hard as he can. The most caring person I've ever met, he'd said, except when it comes to caring about yourself.
“Half a million people have seen a video with your face in it. People think you’re engaged to me. Thousands of people are talking about you, and our… friendship. It’s a lot of attention, even if it’s mostly positive, so I just want to know how you’re feeling right now.”
You blink up at him, eyes somehow looking both deeply contemplative and completely blank all at once.
“Are you in love with me?”
Suna nearly blacks out. He opens his mouth with absolutely no idea what will come out, but you keep going, looking firmly at Suna’s chest.
“Because at first I thought it was ridiculous, you know? Just a single video giving people the wrong idea. But then I saw all the new comments on my vlogs with you, about how it’s always been obvious and ’how did we not see it’ and ’Suna never looks at anyone the way he looks at you.’ And like. Well, that’s fine; you’re fond of me, so you look at me like you’re fond of me. That’s not so surprising. Except when I kept watching all the stitches and the duets and the comments, what you said wouldn’t stop playing. That I’m the most caring and beautiful person you’ve ever met, and it’s so easy to love me. ‘Cause I know it was a joke, but if I’m being honest I’ve been looking at your face on a tiny screen basically all night and at some point it didn’t look like you were joking anymore.”
You finally look into Suna’s eyes, freezing him in place.
“Even all that, I can explain away.” you gently grasp his hand on your cheek. “But then, you come in here and you hold me like this and say that the only thing you want to know is how I’m feeling, so I’m just kind of wondering if you’re in love with me.”
Suna stares at you, while you stare back. He needs to say something.
“Me too,” he whispers.
“What?” you ask again. Oh god, you have to be the cutest confused person on the planet. Suna is going to evaporate.
“Me too,” he repeats, only marginally louder than before. “I’m also kind of wondering if I’m in love with you. I didn’t think so. But then I realized that—well, that everything I said in that proposal was true. Besides the proposal part. So I guess that means I am?”
“Hm,” you say, nodding to yourself. “Wanna find out?”
Before Suna can figure out what that means, you surge up and kiss him.
When he was just another high school volleyball player, there was a moment right before stepping on the court where the butterflies turned to real nerves, so intense that it almost makes you afraid to move forward. But along with those nerves was always a thrumming anticipation, and as soon as you step in front of the crowd, it all tumbles together right off a cliff until you’re stripped down to your most vulnerable, and you can show who you are at your core. That was his favourite part.
This kiss is like that.
He knows you to his core and is known in return, but when you kiss him it feels like everything in him is getting jumbled up into a shape he’s never seen. Your arms wrap around his neck, and Suna wants to die here. He can’t believe he’s never considered kissing you before, because now it’s all he wants to do for the rest of time. He winds his arms around your waist and squeezes as hard as he physically can.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, either from the kiss or from Suna cutting off your blood flow.
“Sorry,” Suna murmurs, forcing his arms to relax and leaning his forehead against yours. “I just… don’t know where to put it all.”
You giggle and brush Suna’s hair out of his face; his nerve endings spark like freshly stripped live wires. “You’re so ridiculous. I can’t believe you kept teasing me about everybody falling in love with me when you were the one in love this whole time.”
“You’re right,” Suna says, a broad smile stretching across his face. “I should have seen it coming; you are impossible not to love, after all. But I’m definitely going to keep teasing you about everybody falling in love with you, I don’t know why you’d think that would change—”
“Rin!”
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They comment on the original poster’s TikTok that they’re extremely happy about all the love the video’s been receiving, but there’s actually a lot more that happened as a result of the video that needs to be explained. When you click onto Suna’s profile, the most recent TikTok is a video of him sitting next to you, holding hands.
The video is captioned: “STORYTIME: I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY FAKE FIANCÉ??”
Hello! I was hoping to participate in your lyric ask game, please?
1. "Star" by Stela Cole
2. "Falling For The First Time" by Barenaked Ladies
3. "Hold Your Head Up High" by Oh The Larceny
I hope you have a good day! 💜
tendou knows he's weird but lucky for him, he's got you. you laugh at all of his jokes and try out each and every one of his chocolate concoctions with little to no complaints. with you, tendou knows that he's got a lifelong friend.
the problem begins when he can't get your laugh out of his mind. he's got all of your laughs memorized - the soft giggle that escapes your mouth when he tries (and succeeds!) to fluster you and the polite chuckle that you give to others. but his favourite has to be the roar of your cackle - a sound he can bring out when he makes up some nonsensical tune (he especially loves it when you join in and make up lyrics with him).
now it's already been established that he knows he's weird. he's already made up his mind that there's no way you could like someone like him - after all, he's just some guy who makes chocolates for a living. he thinks you deserve more, but he can't help the growing selfish desire for you to be his and his alone.
Status: OPEN! feel free to send in asks (anons are welcome to join)
i’m trying to get some creative juices flowing so if you’d like you can send me an ask with three songs, i’ll pick a line from each of them, and make you a little graphic with a character from HQ who I think would be a simp for you
