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Hello! May I request 46 and Nagisa please? (Also wanted to say I loved the Makoto lipstick one it was AMAZING)

helpless (r. nagisa)

NGS + prompt 46, kisses that are interrupted by an unsuspecting party walking in

note(s): isnt exaclty waht u asked for buuuut. i blacksd out and birthed this hope u liked this 1 year later (i am so sorry)

you didn’t know exactly when you started crushing on nagisa.

crushing may not be the right word either, it just happened like that. perhaps it was when he passed by the hallway and said hello his beauty struck you like a punch to the face— it’s hard not to take your eyes off of him, really.

but it’s when he enters the room your mind reduces to mere jelly— your heart pumps out so loud, clawing for a mouthful of breath when he’s just standing right in front of you, tucking his hair aside to put on a necklace. god, how incredibly unfair.

“..... is everything alright?”

you’re brought out of your trance by his voice— his deep, smooth voice that passes through you like honey, so unfairly attractive no matter what he says. shit, shit, shit! you thought to yourself, trying your best to form something to say.

he looks at you and tilts his head, anticipating for you to say something. it wasn’t long until you gathered the courage to open your mouth when he speaks again.

“.....you’ve got something there…”

you can blame your reflexes for what happened next— nagisa steps closer to you, and instinctively, you step back. if it wasn’t for the wall hitting your back already, you’d probably run for the hills.

he mumbles something along the lines of hold still underneath his breath— at least that’s what you could make out of it, and reaches his hand out to your face.

this was dangerous, incredibly dangerous. you’ve never felt this kind of fear in your life before; there was something bigger in your chest now that his fingers trying to efface something at the ends of your lips, now that his eyes would go from your eyes to your lips— putting you in such a position where you’re frozen solid, staring straight back into his eyes.

it could’ve been the rapidly passing seconds you’re in this position when you find yourself catching your breath, clutching at your tugging heart— but why does it seem like the gap between you is decreasing? nagisa originally wanted to wipe dirt out of your face, yet the look in his eyes seemed to see right through you.

“oh, hey, ran-kun—” a familiar voice enters the room, causing you to flinch a little and drop the stare the both of you have been holding for quite a while.

“i’m really sorry, i have to go— t-thank you!”, you had squeezed your way out from the little space nagisa had backed you up against, hurriedly exiting the room, passing by the blond with his hands on his hips.

“oh my, ran-kun~ did i interrupt something?” the blond teased, nudging at nagisa’s shoulder in hopes to get a reaction out of him. though it seemed the teasing was unnecessary, as he was already clutching at his beating heart. and there, he feels it— all intensity rushing toward him in both directions.

“....kaoru-kun, please stop talking.”

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from me, the moon (t. eichi)

a letter sent from the stars, a love so great the moon would fall only to be close to you— here, the stars weep

often when i look at you, i think of the stars. under something big and bright, anything of ours doesn't seem to matter very much, don't they?

but there you were, the one who put the stars to shame.

i longed to touch you, even if it took my fingers. to look at you, even if i wouldn't be able to see anything else.

my grief is tremendous, but my love is bigger.

you have pierced me so well— as if memory wasn't a wound to bear. i've swallowed my love too many times for my mouth to become fire, to become a garden of thorned roses.

my throat has housed the very love i had for you— look how long my heart can hold itself, its breath! if every time you pass by i could hold you, the sea would have touched the moon; grazed its supple, rippling fingers on her skin, brushed her thigh, kissed her like it had always longed to.

tell me, what is a letter to you? it is anything that contains you in it for me. i write line and line and line, stitching you into a sentence, weaving a world so unattainably tender. to love is to endure— to love is to pass away; is this death i am dancing with, or the ghost of your touch?

i do not understand feelings very well. i do not know anger or fear, or even love; is my heart breaking? has the god of love struck me through my organs, is my heart spilling out? but if it meant having you, i’d swallow them all— passion, anger, sadness, i'd swallow my own heart.

but the sun rises, in spite of everything.

i'm almost certain, though i am certain of nothing. if the moon is your love, then i'd gladly become the moon for you. i love you, infinitely and inexpressibly. give me a world, for you have taken the world i was.

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hi hi i noticed u fllwed me and!! i feel honoured this is actually one of my favourite blogs to look at, and has been since before i started my writing blog

ur works are amazing keep it up <3 /p

omg aha 🥹🥹🥹🥹 this replyis so late Im So Sorry. i had no idea i was one of someones favorite blogs….., thank You so much

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HAIAHIHAI HECTATE EROS VIXEN :3 may i have 91 wwwith kaory hakaze pretty pellaseee with a cherry on top THnk u …:3 (insane)

he’s a tramp (h. kaoru)

KAO + prompt 91, accidentally bumping noses while kissing and laughing about it ( 220 words , gn reader )

note(s): HI sid u guys miss me. you guys should watch lady & the tramp

often when he looks at you, he grazes the thought of love; in the stillness of a morning where the smell of coffee fills the room, an apparition of love follows you.

“feeling pleased with yourself?” bingo. that question from you alone was enough to turn kaoru’s somewhat smug smile into an embarrassed one, when his hands instinctively hide on his nape and his eyes are cast down.

“how can i not? i’m spending this morning with you.” he replies— so smoothly, making his way from across the kitchen to your side on the couch.

from his lips to what comes out of them, from the tip of his fingers to his eyes; the thought of kaoru drove you crazy. the way that he knew exactly what to do and say to make your heart skip a beat was maddening.

rolling your eyes in response, your body’s natural instinct was to inch closer to the irresistible man in front of you— so much so that your noses touch, lips meeting together for the nth time.

“you fox.” you say underneath your breath, but you don’t stop kissing him.

“anything for you, pigeon.” he chuckles, smiling into the kiss; he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

the two of you look at the world once, in love— the rest is memory.

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for better and for worse (y. makoto)

MKT + a little happy birthday gift :3 ( 392 words , gn reader )

note(s) ; im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im silly im si

how does makoto love? — another part of to love and to cherish ...

how does makoto love? as if wishing on a dandelion, with spring so incredibly familiar—his kisses are light, his love he sends out when you part your lips; heaven knows your name, as he whispers his prayers each night; all the angels know of your exquisite lines, crafted delicately as they melt into the night—he's in awe, as makoto loves all that he can touch.

how does makoto love? makoto’s love lies within the details; his gaze lingering often to whichever love takes him—letting himself be lured, captured and helpless, unable to seize his heart that wouldn’t stop speaking of you. softer than a bird’s feathers are the kisses he never sends; plaguing himself with the kind of yearning you might only find in a fairytale—with his teeth clenched, he keeps searching for proof. why does your smile intoxicate him as much as alcohol?

how does makoto love? makoto loves exactly as his craft demands him to—passionately and tentatively, as if learning a new language; understanding every detail, intaking as much as he can—he loves hard. he loves like an exchange; a two-way street. the fluttering sighs of love from you are returned with his ceaseless affection. he's incessantly thinking of you, every conversation a tryst between what's after 'like'.

how does makoto love? as if you were a quaint phrase; your name resting on his lips felt incredibly familiar—incredibly right. and he wants nothing more than to sing it over and over, until you'll close the proximity of your lips and his. your feathery voice stings him in a way that leaves him at man's very core: desire. it leaves him reaching out to you—it clings on to him like the remainder of memory, like a wound that won't heal.

how does makoto love? intimately, as if sharing a kiss that is scattered over hundreds of years; each moment, however wordless, the stars stitch themselves in his hands to offer themselves to you. he wonders if your every exchange held more than its intended value when you look at him so sweetly. he savours this feeling, your eyes that gaze at him casts a spell that makes his heart race.

“hey,” makoto says, but he meant 'love'.

“hey.” you reply, but you meant 'darling'.

the love that spoke for itself was already present, he just didn't know it yet.

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in sickness and in health, knt + nzn + mao

a pretty sequel of my first work, to love and to cherish. how does kanata, nazuna, and mao love?

shinkai kanata

how does kanata love? kanata loves as the shores accept the sea, as the waves reach farther into land; taking away anything it can grab— even memories and tears alike, eroding what once were great rocks to fragile fossils that store nothing but wonder in every crevice of its existence.

how does kanata love? like the smell of sea on a morning in which you do not want to wake, for if you had kept your eyes closed for one moment longer, this tremendously solacing sunrise would stay forever. the birds beckons your eyes to wake, and the mist wraps you in an embrace.

how does kanata love? kanata's love is reminiscent of sand slipping through his fingers. no matter how he tries to contain it, it will find its way to seep into the chambers of your heart. it sings, offering itself to you.

how does kanata love? like how the sea reaches for the moon, how the moon pulls the sea; his love knew no bounds. even if you were worlds apart, he will reach for you, he will send kisses encapsulated in mist into the sky just to pray to the moon to deliver it to you.

how does kanata love? at the point where the sky and the sea part, his heart sculpted from sand and water aches upon the urging, tantalizing waves of neptune. paradox takes form inside him; this longing gave him all the world and exiled him from it.

how does kanata love? his heart buckles in each and every mundane afternoon with you. each color was more vivid in his eyes, each detail was memorable— it fills him with such exquisite contentment for such a silly reason, for spending moments with you.

how does kanata love? his love writes itself in the clouds and in the waves; he loves you. and he will write it again, and again until the sweetbitter fate that the silent yet magnificent world had given him would only be a repeating melody that his heart composed for only you to listen.

nito nazuna

how does nazuna love? nazuna loves as if the hole in his heart was in your shape; you're the only one that could fit in it, you're the only one he could think about in the mornings, in daydreams, and in drifting off to sleep, he dreams about you.

how does nazuna love? as if you were as brittle as a gem; he wraps his arms around you with the intent to protect you— to never let you go. your hair smells nice, he coos, half asleep, tucking his face in the crook of your neck.

how does nazuna love? nazuna's love is as warm as it is; akin to a young sunflower to a sun, those around him tend to follow him around because of such a heartwarming love he wrapped them in. tender kisses from the sun whenever you touched skin-to-skin, as if spring had sprung.

how does nazuna love? like the comfort of the bed and a warmth that cascades over you like rain, pulling you in deeper and deeper until you succumb into the desire of stopping time to stay still forever.

how does nazuna love? earnestly, endearingly; not in the bad way, it made you tremendously euphoric. from the subtle details of remembering your favorite food to buying gifts of your favorite color— there was always this strange happiness in receiving love from him that was different from everyone elses.

how does nazuna love? his love is quiet, but most powerful in mundane and ordinary parts. the quiet and hushed exchanges of good mornings and the solacing embrace you share before you slumber, his heart buckles; unable to contain his love, he whispers: i love you.

how does nazuna love? asleep or awake, he dreamt of you all the same. his breath fled each time your touch had met his; and he claims that this was no more than a skin-deep infatuation, but the tender look he has on his face and his loving smile tell a story of their own.

isara mao

how does mao love? mao loves as the flowers wait for the golden glitter the daylight sprinkles on them. patiently, as if waiting for the right moment for everything to take place. it didn't matter if he needed to wait day after day, your smile fulfills him with such immense fondness.

how does mao love? amidst the fields scented in morning dew his heart dances around; to be showered in abundance of your love was more than enough for him. your love gives him a whole new world he has yet to claim— your eyes, your skin, he has yet to adore.

how does mao love? like the bittersweet sweetness of a love song, innocently like a butterfly fluttering about amongst the fragrant and colorful patches of wildflowers that grow along the hillside. his love always had the feel of a bird returning to it's nest— his love feels like home.

how does mao love? he would endeavor to steal the beauty of venus only to offer it at your altar; a rose protected by thorns only to put them behind your ear. for as long as you smile at him, it would be pleasurable for him to be with you no matter what.

how does mao love? his love is a kingdom where all rivers are waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps. the warmth of your touch thaws the frost that encapsulates his heart— his every breath whispers your name, his every memory piercing his heart, his mouth in its longing to touch you again.

how does mao love? everyday without you has set his heart in turmoil. don't turn away your gaze so coldly, for every moment he is not holding you in his arms, his heart threatens to break. the shape of your fingers is engraved on his heart, his skin knows your touch all too well.

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Eros I have made my decision

Subaru + 'Kisses that are interrupted by an unsuspecting party walking in'

Hehehehehehehhehe

i'd rather be me [with you] (a. subaru)

SBR + prompt 46, kisses that are interrupted by an unsuspecting party walking in ( 476 words , gn reader )

note(s): hi . this took me so long jm so sorry i kinda botched the endinf (ofcourse makoto is in it)

the sounds of subaru’s footsteps bounced off the walls, the clock ticking louder than his breath. he staggered for a moment and recollected his balance—wiping away the sweat that dripped down to his chin; his expression washed out from practicing.

the door creaks open— “you’re still here?”

subaru plops to the floor, back against the wall. “it’s late, you know.” your arm stretches out to him, a bottle of water in your hand.

his fingers are cold to the touch, yet he smiles at you anyway. “thanks, what would i do without you~?”

you reciprocate his smile, sitting next to him on the floor. subaru looks over to you, his eyes made only for you; slowly, he links your arms and kisses the back of your palms, his lips lighter than a feather against your knuckles, “ahaha, i really mean it… what would i do without you, i mean.”

there are lines of yours that he knows by heart, there are colors of yours that have deeply stained him. simply being here with you was enough to appease his sorrows, your warmth envelops him enough to melt into you— in his world, it's only scattered with you, you, you.

“aren't you tired yet?” you return his kisses, just as tender, “i really miss you, y'know.”

“mm, don't move,” he snuggles further into your arms, his fingers drag slowly from your temple to your chin— “i still wanna kiss you ♪”

you didn't say a word, yet subaru understands completely; yes, yes, always, if it's you—at this proximity, he couldn't help but smile and count all the stars in your eyes, making him want to close the gap between you more than ever. it only seemed like a matter of seconds before he heard the door knob turn, completely changing the mood of the room.

“hey, akehoshi-kun— woah.” it was makoto who popped his head in the room in search of subaru, unknowingly becoming the antagonist in this secret romance novel.

all your thoughts for a second completely halted when you hear the other trickstar members' voice, and your body reacting swiftly. panicked, you swore you've never stood up so quickly in your life before.

“um, what are you both doing here this late?” makoto looks around the room, eyebrow raised a little.

you try to smile, “you know… practice! anyway, um, i got to go—” you paused, looking back at subaru; he was still sitting right next to where you were, his eyes pleading you to stay. god, you wish that it wasn't this difficult all the time. “sorry, but i really have to go!”

“geez, what was that?” makoto watches as you practically dash out the door, scratching his head in confusion.

subaru sighs as he jumps up, playing with an empty bottle in hand, “man, you should be grateful that you're gorgeous, ukki~”

“what's that supposed to mean..?!”

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Hi. Req 76 + makoto <3 tyyy (do u agree)

lipstick (y. makoto)

MKT + prompt 76, kisses all over the face ( 373 words, gn reader )

note(s): oh my godoh my god oh my god oh my hof oh mygod ohmy.gkd oh my hod oh my hod oh my go

“oh come on, stay still!”

there's nothing like trying to hold your boyfriend, makoto, still to try and do his makeup. with both of your faces so close to each other, neither of you were able to stop the smile on your faces to well up.

“i can't, ahaha! you're tickling me—” he begins, trying to break free from your tight grip on his shoulders, “plus, i can't really focus, you're so close to me, i might explode.”

your eyes roll, but your cheeks flush and your smile practically touches both of your ears. “i'm almost done, so please don't try to explode.”

you sit your giddy boyfriend down and brush the hair off his face, gleefully ignoring the pout on his face when your hands leave his cheeks.

makoto swallows for a second— his world stopping for a while when you dab his lips with lipstick. he looks up at you; your expression firm, your breath warm against his temple. it's wonderful, how just being close to you makes him melt into a puddle.

“here— there you go!” you smile, grabbing a heart-shaped hand mirror to face toward makoto, “look how gorgeous you are now~”

makoto puffs his chest out, “thank you ♪ i feel so pretty, thanks to you!” beaming with profound zest for life he turns to you, scooting closer as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“this is for holding me still,” makoto kisses you on your right cheek— “and this is for putting your face so close to mine, knowing fully well i can't kiss you while you're putting makeup on me.” he kisses you again, but this time, on your left.

“oh please, that stain's going to be difficult to remove—” you begin, but he holds your hand and kisses you again on your nose anyway.

makoto smiles, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “well, i think my kisses suit you very well~”

and then he kisses you again, and again, and again, scattering the lipstick all over your face; the smile on his face only causes you to melt further in his warmth, every kiss makes your heart flutter.

this fleeting feeling is inexplicable, which is how you both know it's love.

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List of “102 different types of kisses”

Kisses in the rain

Those kisses that leave them craving for more

Character A laughing against Character B’s lips when they pull away before they go in for anotherkiss

Those kisses that leave them out of breath, mind reeling endlessly

Tearful kisses

Rough kisses

Soft kisses

Soft kisses turning rough

Rough kisses mellowing out into a softer kiss

Kisses that make them melt

Kisses of reassurance

Forehead kisses

Cheek kisses

Kisses on the crown of the head

Feather-light kisses on their knuckles

Kisses on the back of their hand

Thigh kisses

Neck kisses

Kisses all over the face

Sudden kisses

First kisses

Kisses that leave them all hot and bothered

Goodbye kisses

Good morning kisses

Hello kisses

Lazy kisses

Kisses that indicate they want to do more than just kissing

Kisses littered all over the body

Kisses of appreciation

Kissing just for the hell of it

Kisses that shouldn’t mean anything (but end up meaning more than they’d care to admit)

Shoulder kisses

Tip of the nose kisses 

Kisses on the eyelids 

Kisses of apology

Kisses after a love confession

Kisses that shut them the hell up

Character A pressing Character B against the wall and kissing them senseless

Collarbone kisses

Chaste kisses 

Kisses done in secret

Character B kissing Character A while Character B is dying in their arms

Kissing away tears

Kisses that they can never get enough of

Almost kisses 

Kisses that are interrupted by an unsuspecting party walking in

Smiling/laughing into the kiss

Kisses that make them wonder

Pecks on the lips

Kisses that mean nothing

Kisses that mean the world

Kisses that have their knees buckling under them

Hesitant kisses 

Corner of the mouth kisses

Kisses that involve a lot of touching as well

Long kisses

Awkward kisses

Accidental kisses

Character A staring at Character B’s lips before leaning in to claim them

Character A staring at Character B’s lips after they kiss them senseless. “Your lips are so red,” they whisper, eyes flickering up to meet theirs, a lustful glint in them

Slow kisses, like they’ve got all the time in the world

Kisses for the sake of practice

Unexpected kisses

Unexpected kisses that get all hot and heavy 

Kisses that cross the line they’ve both been dancing on for the longest of time

Character A kissing Character B while they’re fucking to keep the noises they’re both making at bay

Angry kisses

Character A kissing the Character B and then pulling away because Character B’s too shocked to respond, but then Character B’s pulling them back in and kissing them hard

Soft murmurs between kisses

Kisses that have them moaning against each other’s lips

Kisses that make their cheeks flushed

Kisses they can’t stop thinking about

Kisses that have them falling in love

Kisses that mean everything to one party and nothing to the other party

Playful kisses

Kisses all over the face

Intentional kisses

Innocent kisses

Kisses that have them both pulling away and bursting into giggles

Kisses to calm the other down

Desperate kisses

Firm kisses

Kisses to confirm whether they like them or not

Drunken kisses

Kisses that are done for the sake of a show

Curious kisses

Kisses where they both have no idea what they’re doing

Kisses which involve too much tongue

Kisses which have Character A pressed flushed against Character B 

Sloppy kisses that have them both pulling away and giggling 

Accidentally bumping noses when kissing and laughing about it

Kisses used in place of a verbal love confession 

Blowing a kiss from afar 

A “how about we ruin this friendship?” kiss

Knocking glasses askew when kissing

Eager kisses 

Soft continuous pecks on the lips that have the other party giggling softly between each one

Kisses trailing from the neck to their navel, then Character A looking up at Character B and saying, “Are you sure want this?” The eager nod Character B give them is enough of a sign.

Kisses that burn; hands in their hair, on their waist, their hips, their neck, their shoulders, their arms, under their shirt because they need to feel every inch of them under their palms 

Hateful kisses; all teeth, bruising, hair tugging, being pinned against the wall, low groans, heavy breathing, knees separating thighs — but both of them need more. Even better if the kisses are shared between former lovers turned enemies

Suggestive kisses

The soft “Can I kiss you?” and the “Yes. Yes, you fucking can” before they meet in the middle

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Why is it Jiggling like that (ps i love u)

because he ate fish and fdrank water then he went guluguluglulgulugulugulu (ps i love you too)

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from me, the moon (t. eichi)

a letter sent from the stars, a love so great the moon would fall only to be close to you— here, the stars weep

often when i look at you, i think of the stars. under something big and bright, anything of ours doesn't seem to matter very much, don't they?

but there you were, the one who put the stars to shame.

i longed to touch you, even if it took my fingers. to look at you, even if i wouldn't be able to see anything else.

my grief is tremendous, but my love is bigger.

you have pierced me so well— as if memory wasn't a wound to bear. i've swallowed my love too many times for my mouth to become fire, to become a garden of thorned roses.

my throat has housed the very love i had for you— look how long my heart can hold itself, its breath! if every time you pass by i could hold you, the sea would have touched the moon; grazed its supple, rippling fingers on her skin, brushed her thigh, kissed her like it had always longed to.

tell me, what is a letter to you? it is anything that contains you in it for me. i write line and line and line, stitching you into a sentence, weaving a world so unattainably tender. to love is to endure— to love is to pass away; is this death i am dancing with, or the ghost of your touch?

i do not understand feelings very well. i do not know anger or fear, or even love; is my heart breaking? has the god of love struck me through my organs, is my heart spilling out? but if it meant having you, i’d swallow them all— passion, anger, sadness, i'd swallow my own heart.

but the sun rises, in spite of everything.

i'm almost certain, though i am certain of nothing. if the moon is your love, then i'd gladly become the moon for you. i love you, infinitely and inexpressibly. give me a world, for you have taken the world i was.

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tomago! tamago! gude gude tamago!gudetama

me rn

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Ducky makochin theme so cuteee 😭🙏❤️‍🔥 another makoto likerr

thank You ♥️ the world needs more makoto likers

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dear cupid (r. nagisa)

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

in the hands of a powerless god was the arrow that struck him the day he saw you; before then, he had not known what the touch of love was like. cruel cupid had stitched 'love' into him like an organ, drowning in everything— love, sickness, passion, and all.

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

but it was a dream. clad in pearl white silk, in the sea— no one was watching, yet why did you have to be so bewitching? he wanted to look away, for he feared that if he looked at you for too long he would suffer, and you would suffer; for the affection of a god only brings agony.

i want to look away, i want to look away— but something whispers: you mustn't look away, and all thoughts disappear when the tips of his fingers graze your skin—

oh these useless, pointless words, so inadequate when one catches a glimpse of you; ah, the melancholy of longing. he would have rather been devoured— dissipating into the fog without ever leaving a trace. in extinguished stars he prays and puts his hopes on, on flightless dreams he holds his breath.

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

again, and again, could this powerless god be more selfish? he had so much of you in his heart; he over loved, he over felt— he was the sea or he was nothing. anything that continues. he stalked love, trapped love, longed for love; eternity crushes him.

it's a myth that love lives in the heart; but what use is a heart to a god? my heart is mute, my heart is mute, it aches so— the raw film of the mind of a god creates a paradox that converges with grief: there is tragedy in love.

there is tragedy in love, is the reason for dancing with memory because there is tragedy in love? the loneliness in the world veils your face; is it pitiful of a powerless god to go as far as to give eternity to a slow dance with what will never be?

no matter, he dances, and dances, and dances, until the strings holding his limbs would tangle, and he would disappear— he dances to you, who seized his beating heart eager to spit out your name, to love, which ate away his organs, to all the loneliness in the world, which touched all undersides of the wound one would call 'love'.

and to the fact that cruel cupid did not spare him from the grotesque tragedy that comes with every strike of an arrow.

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taglist form up hwhwe ,,!! ill make feedback form soon (promise)

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if you are but a dream (y. makoto)

gn reader, 492 words

note(s) ; fucj my.life (beatboxes)

if there's one thing about dreams that we know is certain, it is that dreams have meaning.

was it the way that your touch electrocuted him or the way that your smile gave him butterflies that felt so real? makoto stared at his palm, trying to recall the dream he just woke up from. that feeling felt so incredibly familiar, it’s as if he was returning to a place he might as well have called home; did this dream mean anything?

in the dream, there was none but the two of you— his arm wrapped around your waist, embracing you from the back as his chin rests on your shoulder. both of you were swaying to music, humming the tune as you sway back and forth, your hand cupping his cheek. exchanging sweet nothings, it goes on and on.

ah— even then when he recalls it, his mind seems to spiral, his cheeks flushing; surely, the warmth suffocates makoto as much as cupid does.

but there was no denying it, of course; there were things there that he never noticed before.

how could i forget such a thing, those enchanting lips, eyes more splendid than gold, skin that felt like light; how could he forget such a thing? in all your perfect details, he was merely a whisper. this was fate, and he was a helpless moth being drawn to a flame. having held you in a dream felt like he was on top of the world. how could he care for anything else?

dreams have meaning. if so, do they represent desire? fears? memories? makoto's mind was hazed with thoughts— confusion, but mingled with a bit of longing. he was only acting like this because it felt good to feel your warmth in spite of everything.

yet all his thoughts meet at one question: what shall i do with this heartache? between sunrise and sunset, he couldn't bear another day seeing you and pretending that he did not imagine what would happen if he touched your skin like he did once in a dream, or if he told you the ‘i like you’ he's been swallowing for weeks.

there is more and more he tells no one; the heart has its own memory— and he has forgotten nothing. in his memory, you're in his arms. ‘i love you,’ in the dream, he had already said it. if your eyes were his, he could endure anything; distance, worry, pain.

“oh, yuuki-kun! over here!” you say, waving towards an obviously distracted makoto, “what took you so long?”

makoto raises his hand and scratches the back of his head, “ahaha, sorry, sorry! i spaced out for a bit and got lost~” he begins, a newfound relief in his voice.

he watches as you beam at him, telling him all about what went on about your day. ‘i love you’, huh… your laughter sends his thoughts away, and briefly, he decides;

maybe i always have.

[tomago]

AWEE THE NEW THEME IS SO CUTE

THANK YOUUUUU <33 the silly little man 🫶