#MAY THE BONTEN BRAINROT BEGAN

[fic-dumpster]

i'm gonna send you bonten stuffs so you can get brainrot with them again 🤣

😂😂 do as you please, anonnie! Everything towards getting doe and the gang back is welcome. Just so u know I never stopped loving them 😔✌🏻

My friend has a theory about why I’m no longer satisfied with my writing. 1) I am evolving like a pokemon or 2) tiktok fried my brain and attention span (im leaning towards the 2nd)

Seee here~ I’ve been eating reverse harem books for the last 2 and a half years. So yeah, I haven’t written but I did read TONS and it probably affected how I feel about my own reverse harem writing. Kindle unlimited is a double edged sword…

[nameless-shrimp]

hi shrimp! if your drabble requests are still open, may i request rindou + 41 (i’ve fallen into rindou brainrot i have no regrets ✨) also wanted to wish you the best with work 💕

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 — (BONTEN!) RINDOU HAITANI

↳ SFW | 41. kisses to shut them up

The day had been dreadful.

Beside the green grass and park swings, with peach kissing the tint of orange right at the peak of sunset, Rindou's head ached uncontrollably. He wasn't sure if it had been his undying neediness growing on his funny bones or the fact that Sanzu hadn't stop quipping on about the previous torture methods; rather, the work day dragged on, and he nearly scoffed at the flower crown placed on his head.

Though, his cheeks flushed in pink roses. You watched him with a pout, causing him to return an apologetic stare.

"It's one of those days, baby," Rindou sighed, placing a palm on your cheek. "I'm sorry. The crown looks adorable on me."

"I just made that for you."

He chuckled. "I noticed. What did you use?"

You blinked, glancing down at the tickles of sunflowers below. One look was all it took for Rindou's brain to kick into gear, causing him to laugh before you opened your mouth; mind spiraling into nothing but the languages of flowers. Had it be the idea of bluebells resembling an everlasting love—the kind he hoped to hold, at least with you; from day to night, all to be yours.

Words tumbled from your mouth, causing him to play with the yellow petals above his head, clearly mismatching his hair color but he didn't mind it. Your heart was put into the little crown; hand crafted with a smile on your face, just the way he preferred life to be for you. Safe, elegantly—everlasting love that he hoped to kiss forever.

And you sung along the meaning of white roses, right before he could retort with a, "shut up", causing you to look at him annoyingly. Right before your mouth opened to protest, he laughed melodically. Tinges of blush on his skin. "I love you. You're adorable, and beautiful, and I can hear you talk about whatever you want forever, but kiss me."

You blinked. "I was just—"

"Shut up and kiss me, angel," he grinned, leaning in to your lips. "The flowers aren't going anywhere. Besides, I have someone more beautiful to look at right in front of me."

One shared kiss; the wind rings; and the sunflowers began to look more brighter underneath the tangerine sky.