#★ rini's writing

[rini-rushed]

beloved pet.

☆ karasu x reader (gender not mentioned)

★ reader is pretty shitty all things considered | toxic couple dynamics | I DON'T CONDONE ANY OF THE (implied??) ACTIONS

notes: inspired by the songs beloved cat-> biz/LOLUET + my first time writing shitty people who're selfaware so please bare with me + ORIGINALLY was going to be kaiser but theres wine bottle hitting in the MV and i thought that i rather not write that

sypnosis -> during one night does karasu scale his surroundings like he does on the field, except now he uses it to learn more about the relationship he finds himself loving.

any normal person would leave right after you showed the signs, the signs that you weren't normal, you didn't think like a normal person, not normal about things, and sure as hell didn't do normal things.

but he wasn't exactly normal either, was he?

or maybe he was, and thats why he trapped himself in the cage of your love.

he didn't know how many hours had passed with this cold shackle grasping his neck, cold and barely heavy chains rolled off his shoulder and onto the bed, the curtains blocked the sky from giving him an idea of what time it was.

but all things considered, he knew he couldn't escape it.

he wouldn't.

even if the chain clasped around his neck and felt easy to break, Karasu knew better than to try and move against the impossible force, he knew his options were tied, but could you blame him?

you were just so cute and so eager to love him, and how could he refuse your affection? he'd be a fool to leave a ravishing figure like you, a fine little gal in a world of mindless fools.

oh but the pleasure of seeing you as a peer to a friend would be nothing compared to what the raven haired had felt a bit after the relationship was made official.

and what he found out after was nothing but a thrill to experience, it felt like with each day you spent together, the more transparent you became to him, more naked.

your silly antics like patting his hair, or whispering praises & cotton soft words, your soft caresses on his bed at night started to feel more calculated, oh he wasn't blind to any of that, you'd both be fools to assume that any of these things were to be gone unnoticed.

but he never minded any of it, especially if it meant you'd stay with him and kept lulling him to sleep with your soft charms, than his lips are sealed. whether he likes it or not.

karasu shifts in his spot in bed a bit more, feeling the shallow warmth over his body from his covers, it didn't even feel comfortable in his own bed anymore because of that fucking chain. it scales his senses to be chilly yet comforting, to remind him he's not alone.

it loops around his body, the most prominent one on his neck, that one was easy to feel, but there was soft weight rolling aournd his muscular torso, and even if the voices inside were whining and moaning to break the tiny metal vines, he ultimately ignored both the feeling and the voices.

it was easier to sit in this loving cage than trying to struggle to get out, even if the texture of the rusty chains would itch his skin like an annoying cat.

then came to the slightly more heavy metal bonds, cold snakes of silver could be felt entangled with his own legs, mocking the feeling of someone caring and cuddling with him as he slept.

as he drunk in his own observations of everything, he cracks open an eye, his surroundings confirmed himself to be on his bed, as for the chilly metal ropes he feels cuffing his limbs and neck..

his once vibrant purple eyes scale his physical surroundings, nothing out of the ordinary, just the way he had left it, he's about to lower his eyelids when a shiver seized him by the spine.

he tilts his head ever so slightly to see what was going on behind him, and thats when it hit him.

it was never chains or shackles or.. anything!

it was always you.

your legs in between his curled slightly around his thighs, your cheek resting on his nape buried deeper, your breaths pushing against his bare skin the intimate contact that wasn't even contact.

your arms around his torso only tightened ever so slightly, clinging onto him, bounding him to the bed, bounding himself to you.

like he was some pet, cuffed to their post, waiting for their owner to come home.

erm that was lowkey unorganized im sorry

#istilldontknowhowtoendthese...

@sharkissm cause you love ur man right...

tags:

@mininji @tofumiarchives @atlantic-sailor @the-lazyyy-artist

@rinitoshiplzdateme @fishii-writes @reapkusho

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less doesn’t always mean lukewarm.

☆ sae x reader ^^ (gender not mentioned)

★ fluff or smth, no bllk au

synpnosis -> reader is described to have a lot of distraction problems, quick thoughts and random prompts stacked in their head, idk how to explain it i just had this feeling today so i wrote this with emotions tethered to it

notes: based off an experience i had today, except i was spiraling alone + the ending derailed and became SHIT tbh😕

tapping your pen against the pages of your barely touched notebook, you blink as your mind wandered to random places.

what time is it? did you ever submit that report? what does TGIF mean? is modern art actually ugly? did you ever clean out your locker? does it actually make sense to have the metric system? is moving to north pole for the penguins THAT bad of a life plan?

your train of thought was on a roll to say the least, stopping at short term stations, new random and shortsighted ideas and "plans" for side quests pinging in your head.

the notion was quick and swift in your head, twitching your facial muscles ever so slightly as you hopped on one cloud to the next. it was all quite minimally amusing to you, but it certainly wasn't for your study partner.

"stop that."

click!

"stop what?"

you straightened your posture, stopping your pen fidgeting, rolling your eyes to the face in front of you.

"making dumb faces, you haven't even written anything down." sae sighs slightly, you keenly notice the little wrinkle that imprinted itself onto his brow.

then your attention pays itself to the words he just said, you look down at your paper and sure enough, the only markings on your page were little dots that were the outcome of your no-thought-shuffle of your fingers.

you couldn't help but frown a bit, pursing your lips in slight disappointment at the lack of writing done.

at your silence, you could just feel the damn sigh that was stolen from sae's figure, that only dampened your mood a bit, tilting your head lower.

you repositioned the pen in your hand, now in the position of writing, your eyes dragged themself against the table, clawing and resisting as your vision was overwhelmed with words and symbols.

the textbook's big paragraphs made you think and process, like a loading screen over your head, engulfing yourself in mumbo-jumbo, losing yourself in the walls of text.

maybe after rereading the same sentence for the nth time and writing down a singular “the” you already feel drained.

noticing your overwhelmingly heightened distress, sae calmly closes his book and shuts off his laptop silently.

you see his neutral look on his face as he’s gathering his things, you can feel your stomach drop, was he already that annoyed?

you bit the inside of your cheek.

you couldn’t blame him.

so you keep your head and your field of view low as the events played out before you. they come and go, your study partners, your peers.

you gripped your pen a tiny bit harder at the thoughts, now bubbling up from the dark crevices of your heart. doubt and shame inking your insides as it immobilizes your lungs, you could feel your heart-

“what are you doing? come on”

? you look up at him.

“come on stupid, we’re going on a break, we can’t get shit done if you’re like this.”

his words are blunt, but they don’t hurt you, they’re just pointing out the obvious.

he’s being stupid about being nice.

but you don’t hesitate to pack your things too, although you feel his eyes on you as you do so, you don’t feel the weight of pressure.

the weight of needing to check yourself, how you’re perceived, how you’re supposed to be acting. he’s just, observing you.

and so you pack up and follow him out, he takes you to an area that’s slightly more populated, no longer in the library, you’re in the courtyard. he gets you a snack from the vending machine, and opens a bag as you open your mouth.

letting the long stream of thoughts out, sae answer minimally, it was all you really needed, some simple answers for some simple questions.

“what time is it?”

“1:45pm.”

“did I ever submit that report? ”

“you can check now.”

“what does TGIF mean? ”

“thank god it’s friday”

“is modern art actually ugly? ”

“up to you, artists won’t care”

“did I ever clean out my locker? ”

“we don’t use them anymore.”

“does it actually make sense to have the metric system? ”

“americans are stupid.”

“is moving to north pole for the penguins THAT bad of a life plan?”

”yes.”

neither of you really kept track of time, not that either of you bothered to. sae only looked at you with that blank face of his, and your mouth kept moving.

sae knew that this was taking more time than if he had just stayed at the library with you.

but he knew better.

he knew that bitching to you to fix your attitude can’t help with the situation, so why worsen it.

he rather see you being comfortable and “wasting time” rather than being shackled to a task when you’re obviously not mentally into it.

long story short: if it means you’ll be less lukewarm, he’ll take it.

★ 終わり☆

holy shit why was that ending so bad 😢

tags: @tofumiarchives @rinitoshiplzdateme @fishii28

@shrii-kk

@reapkusho @ac3ss @tired-xyra-urstruly

renaissance is such a pretty word btw

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right here.

☆ sae x reader! (gender not mentioned)

★ comfort | college au

sypnosis -> reader is losing it after an assessment, feeling like they can't be saved, someone steps in to remind them just what the fuck they've been living like.

notes: this might be really edgy.. but like im 14.. can i get a pass for it

i listened to 'liquid smooth', 'my september' memes, 'loveit' while writing certain parts

you can feel it.

it's here.

that unsettling feeling, the hot bubbles popping underneath your skin. your throat closing in. the hotness in your cheeks, under your skin your blood ran like molten lava.

rushing to somewhere to erupt all of your frustrations.

to erupt from your heart.

this past week has been nothing less than numbing, now you can't even function properly, simple things have been grabbing and scratching your skin.

your eyes glossed over with a tragic gel, reflecting the scene of the thin, two paged packet in your hand, in red ink scribbled lines and circles from your professor.

78%

daggers of your own insecurities started to dash into your heart, weakening the grip of the papers that was being held within your hands, you could feel the paper under the pads of your fingers grow warmer with your body heat.

you stared so intensely at your paper you might as well burned it with your vision, a cold feeling manifested inside your hands, coating your skeleton with this animalistic urge.

the want to thrash at this object in front of you grew stronger and stronger.

wrinkles started to imprint themselves on the paper, crinkling the once flat face into one of frustration and aggression.

your frustration and aggression.

the more you looked at the first page the more your insides started feeling unstable, like someone planted some bombs in your vessel of a body, waiting for you to explode from the inside.

as the lava infected your hot lungs, boiling your blood and sweat, evaporating your bodily evidence of your so called hard work, you could feel your vision cloud up, start to distort and water and it only made you angrier.

The hot magma had apparently reached one of the planted bombs because suddenly your moist and musk despair was suddenly overwhelmed with the heated resent of your failure, setting your insides on fire as the aggression picked up.

a hoarse and ugly croak was ripped from your once angelic chords, now burnt with your rage as you crumpled the paper once and for all.

with hot hands you slammed the paper away into the trashcan, hitting the table against your guilty knuckles.

you don't care for the spike of pain that came from the blunt hit, your heart beat deafens your physical pain and numbs you. suddenly your hear foot steps against the floorboard, you don't react.

you don't even spare your stinging knuckle a look as you brought your hands to your face, your own limbs bending into the silhouette of your visage to create a mask, censoring your face in shame.

crouching over your body crumpled underneath you, on your knees, at the mercy of no one, you fought the urge to tear out your hair.

then you felt a person next to you, you know who, and it doesn't comfort you at all. you just want to disappear, after all, if you can't even get a good score after all that work, just what the hell were you really doing? sae will tell you.

sae will tell you that you've been rotting these past few weeks.

his gaze isn't stern nor does it push on your fragile body, it just merely looks, he doesn't push his existence into your mind yet.

"what happened."

you don't reply, choking silently (or as silent as you can be) on your jagged tears, puncturing your throat.

when you don't answer him, he shifts in his spot, looking at you and your disheveled appearance, it really did hint at the hell you were pushing yourself through for these past few weeks.

in the shared space as of late, for sae, it was like living with a restless spirit, he'd be reading on the couch when your tired figure dragging itself throughout the halls, your sunken eyes dirty with exhaustion,

even now as he gets look at you closely, he sees your chapped lips, your messy hair, eyebags that were painted under your eyes to undermine just how bad your sleep has gotten.

he wasn't gonna lie, you were hard to look at.

but thats because every time he looked at you, he was reminded of how badly you were treating yourself. how much you've been neglecting your own needs for the sake of your assignments.

he then turns his head away from you, putting a light hand on your shoulder, you could barely feel the weight of his palms.

"you can't possibly miss the fact that you've destroyed yourself these past weeks."

as those words fall upon your ears, you close your eyes tighter, feeling beads of tragedy roll down your cheek more and more. your shoulder shaking a bit as you sniffled.

feeling you tremble under his palm only squeezes his heart even more, to see you in this fragile state, this sick state you've cornered yourself into.

"and you can't possibly expect anything good to come from this,", his eyebrows bunching together slightly, tilting his head so he could at least peek into your vision.

you just wanted to hide yourself even more, getting hit by a block of exhaustion, you peek at your tired hands, he moves his, ever so slightly rubbing your shoulder in awkward comfort.

"it wouldn't be fair." he adds.

but you worked so hard.

"but i worked so hard-"

"that doesn't matter, you've worked yourself to the bone, you're one the verge of getting sick if you aren't already." sae cuts you off sternly, his gaze turning from passive to more stern.

a moment of silence passes, staring at the ground in shame longer, you wiped away your tears using your sleeve, a sniffle and a shallow sigh passes, you slump your head in defeat.

"take a deep breath." he instructs, you follow, your lungs tremble as a lasting affect of your sobs, if it's even finished..

he lets you have a moment to yourself, a quiet moment as you recollected your memories, just what the fuck you've been putting yourself through in the supposed weeks that have passed.

for that minute or so, you just sit in defeat, wallow in your own blood, sweat, and tears. your own shame encapsulates and hugs you with it's rough and uncomfortable closure.

but then a hand reappears, it pulls you in, the jagged exterior then melts away into something you can enjoy, something you can rest within. well, it's not like he's going to give you a choice after this point, you need rest and comfort more than anything.

he softly pats your hair and as you weakly squeeze around him, sae reciprocates in silence, and you can only gratefully take the sensation of his body against yours.

you can feel it.

he's here.

★ 終わり ☆

might make a pt2

#anotherSHITassendingloloolol

tags: @mininji @tofumiarchives @tired-xyra-urstruly @ac3ss

@rinitoshiplzdateme @motchilyn @fishii-writes @reapkusho

oh and hi @zaephix i just thought id tagged you.. lmk if you dont wanna idm

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graveyard

notes: watch me try to be poetic about my sheer hatred for my own sport, something i've done for almost a decade

notes: i wanna get into writing oneshots, but here we are..

where passion used to lay, i only see a rotting corpse, a shell of what i used to love

now mounded into the dirt and mud, the skin was basically a worn out, shitty rug

so thin you could see the shit underneath those superficial layers, bugs eating out every cell of it

she's grotesque to look at

it's even worse when it's your turn to lay in it

slipping my limbs into the space under the dull and dirty bones that is my body, it's still me

big shoes to fill

my shoes don't even belong to me

then i lay in this cage with a change of heart, not knowing its just the creepy crawlers munching away at my organs, already rotting

i am rotting

then as i feel my insides grow thin and my skin torn and worn, i spot a figure

a body of life and eyes dull, it's looking down at me with this disgusted face,

like i'm a grotesque creature who didn't deserve to live

they toss the old bones away, kicking it with a swing of disdain, but their tears betray and unveil the layers of discomfort that they feel

i don't understand, why are they kicking all the shells and in this grave yard apart?

to make room for the future ones of course.

tags: @babyghoul138 @gimmeurmoneyagh @reaper-in-reverie @shrii-kk

you guys cause i wanna have some sort of feedback or just a comment on this english mess

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