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[gloryundimmed]

@bclasaeg liked this for a starter!

It was just another day of work for the hitman. After sniping some small-time mafia member who had crossed the wrong family head from the top of a nearby building, he was fleeing the scene. In his duffle bag, he carried his disassembled sniper rifle, walking at a brisk pace, but not quite running— running would arouse suspicion. As he rounded a corner onto a busy street, he collided into someone who was clearly not paying attention to their surroundings, causing him to drop his duffle bag onto the ground. If his sniper sustained damage due to this person's carelessness, he'd just about kill them.

"What the fuck do ya think you're doin' standin' in the middle of the sidewalk like a goddamn fuckin' statue?!"

[uzchis]

@bclasaeg

[kisumitenderly]

💬

[Nikki🚬]: you up? I can’t stop thinking about you.

[Nikki🚬]: I can’t believe you’re even with her. She clearly dgaf. Why can’t you just see it. I heard she was-

[Nikki🚬]: so I heard about this one Korean bbq that just opened up. I was wondering if you wanted to go sometime with me?

[lordspreyer]

“This is my dog!” He gestures towards the black and white border collie that was choosing to roll around in the grass rather than greet the woman ( @bclasaeg 's Yang ) before them.  “Wilson, manners! Say ‘hello’, young man!” Wilson the dog ignores.

[nvrcmplt]

not meant 2 be

[lured-into-wonderland]

"Merry Christmas my fair lady. My time with you has been short, but I hope you think I'm not too forward in getting you a gift... I saw this rose pendant in the window and couldn't help but think of you." Cheng Zhi leaned a little forward. "Think of it as a gift to represent our friendship."

Nunnally knows she should refuse. She shouldn’t accept such a personal gifts. It’s neither flowers, nor sweets, nor music sheets. Presents like that should be reserved for the members of the family; not even friends. These are the rules that a princess should follow (but also wants to escape); these are the rules that make her lonely. And she doesn’t want a life like that.

( “A friend…” ) – she thinks – ( “Does he really consider her a friend? Despite how badly she treated him before?” ) – Nunnally smiles: --

“Merry Christmas to you, too. It’s the most beautiful present I have ever received…” – she is not lying; she has never been given anything that personal. Nunnally lifts her hair up to allow him to put the pedant on her – “Would you mind…?” – she asks clearly suggesting what he is expected to do. She could perhaps do it herself, but for whatever reason the princess wants her bodyguard to be the one to put it on. Perhaps to feel his fingers on her neck. What a shameful wish! But would he honour her request?

But then faint pink creeps on her cheek. No, not because Cheng might actually do it, but because Nunnally realizes she has no personal present for him. She turns around and smiles; it’s a bit awkward, embarrassing smile. Perhaps because she isn’t sure about what she intends to do. Nunnally takes a step towards her companion.

“I also have a small gift for you. It’s nothing…much… So, I hope you’ll not be disappointed…” – she knows he will; after all he’ll know she hasn’t really prepared anything. She stands on her toes and places a small, quick kiss on his cheek.

“Happy holiday season…” – she says it again; as if to cover her real feelings – “…I…I’d appreciate if you could help me with my rose pendant...” - Nunnally still wants Cheng to put on this piece if jewelery.

“Cheng…” – her blue eyes now lock on him – “Thank you…”

“You’re really a precious friend…of mine…”

@bclasaeg

[grievedifferent]

Ueda is unfortunately terrible with gifts. He fretted over it online for ages onto to come to the conclusion as long as it was from the heart, that was all it matters.

Curry roux cubes, the box done up with a bow, complete with a handmade card, he presents it forward.

"Nana-neechan... Merry Christmas..."

like an older sister, everything ueda does both impress nana and makes her proud. she takes the box and card, opening the latter first before the former. she smiles as she reads it, looking at him lovingly, before opening her gift. how practical! she leans forward to embrace him, holding his head beneath her chin for a moment before she kisses the top of it. what a good boy.

❝ you didn't think i'd forget about you, did you? ❞ she takes a moment to excuse herself, going to fetch a bag with stuffing paper sticking out that she hands to him. when revealed, it's an oversized sweater of his favorite color. it's thick, soft, and loose at the collar so that he won't feel constrained. ❝ you always underdress for the weather, ❞ she complains in that motherly tone of hers, ❝ so i figured this way i could ensure you'd stay warm this winter. we still have a long way to go before spring, you know? you don't want to freeze before we can see the cherry blossoms, do you?? ❞ // * @bclasaeg !!

[devourmist]

< @bclasaeg from here | moved to beta. >

not often was noah unsettled by other people, but most hadn't remained this eerily silent for as long as they were within his presence. they either screamed out of fear, for help, or they were very quick to react to his taunts or otherwise rude comments.

this, paired with the otherworldy ( as he'd describe it ) tenderness to the man's touch was something that had the akhlut on edge. not afraid, no, but certainly put off by the other. enough that this time, he hadn't even vocally protested against the hand in his hair— and then it was too late.

his forehead had met the hard porcelain of the bathtub, effectivelly shattering that tenderness he'd just experienced, and served as a bitter reminder to never let his guard down again. temporarily dazed, he let out a soft fuck in complaint, blood already dripping down the bridge of his nose, before his head was smacked against the tub one more time.

were he mortal he would have liked been knocked out cold by the consecutive impacts, but as it were, they had only left him with a severe headache and a dizzy look; vision going blurry as he was forced to look up at his captor with the back of his head pushed back against the wall, breathing heavy.

[irukasenseii]

do you think you needed naruto more than he needed you in the end

Interrogate my muse! ask about their relationships, crushes, past, regrets… anything! nothing is off limits!

"I think as Naruto has grown up, that's the way it's played out. When he was younger he needed a guiding hand, the respect and someone to look out for him. Now that he's older, he has the respect of the village and his peers and has a wonderful group of people he can call friends. I hear he was actually able to connect to his parents too.

I can openly admit that he doesn't need me anymore and I probably need the routine of getting ramen together and catching up regularly more than he does."

[uzchis]

weight of knowing your background + drabble (ft. kura, maybe suen's parents)

a drabble / @bclasaeg

Over time, Suengri has learned that Kura's presence has brought about a sort of comfort in his life, ever present and all-encompassing, and he doesn't really know how to feel about that.

He's no longer surprised when he stumbles across him, doesn't question it and merely expects those meetings. Like knowing your shadow will always be there, always by your side. He knows the feeling temporary because there's still a part of him that'll always hesitate when their conversation drifts towards their personal life, teetering the line of childhood and family. How exactly would Kura react if he told him about his parents? Would he treat him any differently if he knew who they were? Many have, and Suengri didn't want that. After all, he'd grown selfishly comfortable with this warm blanket of his that he knows he'd miss it if it changed, if it left.

Whenever he was around Kura, Suengri felt invisible. Like a cloak of anonymity was draped around him. He didn't worry about his family name, the implications of his status, and the ever ongoing curiosity from the villagers of what his plans were for the future. Follow in his dad's footsteps and become the Hokage? Rebuild the Uchiha name? The compound? The Police Force? When around Kura, he wasn't any of this. He was just a random shinobi passing by. His future? Only Kura knows the answer to this. Despite believing shinobi's don't live long to think of such a thing, Kura coaxed him into thinking otherwise. There, a dream, a glimpse of a futures hope was uttered and born, contrary to every other expectation. Kura's ignorance on his identity was an escape to it all.

Yet if he one day grew to learn about him? He didn't necessarily fear rejection. Not completely, but rather the exposure of his identity. After all, for a time he knew that deep within the roots of the mercenary world, there'd been talks of him. Of his capture. The Uchiha boys capture. Because if not the older more experienced one, then the cub, no? He made sure his grievance were repaid tenfolds, though, and his parents made sure to discard any & all encounters of his young pictures found in those other bing books. But Kura was smart, would eventually connect things, ask questions, and Suengri wasn't ready to answer those. Never was.

Yet Kura, Suengri realizes, is also the first person in a long time he attempts to make, and hold a connection with despite the fear distilled in it. Because he knows what loss feels like, has become intimately acquainted with it, but that fear isn't entirely in the forefront of his mind when with him. The time accumulated together felt more valuable, more precious somehow... and for a mercenary at that. Suengri wants to laugh. A mercenary with the ability to make him feel secure and take it away all at the same time.

[kisumitenderly]

💬i want the fucked up sadder ones please heheheheheh

[Nikki 🚬]: I’m so sorry, will you ever forgive me?

[Nikki 🚬]: Nikki, please, If you’re still out there and this somehow connects please send me something, somehow. I want to believe that you’re there.

[Nikki 🚬]: I know this is stupid. I just wanted to at least write it down. I swore that I saw you the other day and I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t move on. Everything is always you with my eyes closed or open. I’m stuck. You’re keeping me stuck here and I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ll come find you, just wait for me. Xx

[nvrcmplt]

「 … replying too … 」 ─ @bclasaeg

The face he didn't want to come across, crumbling and shattering the cold stoicism that had been between them since everything. Shane knew he could never say truly mad at someone, it wasn't in his blood nor mind space to keep that energy up. It was easier to take it on the chin, cry a few times into his pillow, hold his panda bears and just let himself wallow in what ifs and what could have been until he got annoyed at himself and washed his face. He walks with a wall up now, shielded in the heart.

The petty anger of wanting a new physiotherapist to look after his brother's needs was shut off, simply because the waiting lists were long and without end sometimes… that and Noah told him to not fuck over his care because he was in a pissy mood. It was an eye-opener, that he really could have just did that. Just to satisfy that demon on his shoulder… now though, he walked around the hospital with the intention to keep out of sight and mind.

To laugh with the elderly nurses there, to greet old patients he used to work for and with from his own residents at times. He applied to work as agency staff for the place so it worked out well to keep in touch with those he wanted too. His hours were short and sweet, a blast of HCA aid in the halls, making beds, cleaning rooms, adjusting equipment for patients returns from surgeries and the likes. Always a smile on his face, always an energy boost to the sad gloom in some wards.

But now, he was upstairs - wanting just a bit of peace. He felt groggy and out of it a bit, probably all the smoke he inhaled to chat with his friends here but on the roof he knew he could get rid of it all. So, colour him surprised - to see a face he didn't want to come across… but one broken, cracking at the seams - " I can stay, if you want. " It fell out - the sight of them cracked at his flimsy wall. And then the tears fell. Shane didn't even think twice - the empathetic side of him, the sympathy of understanding stress as an outlet, the worrier in his blood that Hideki was hurt, that fear that something's happened in this absence and purposeful avoidance. "Hey H-hideki?!" Hands were without guard to gather the man in his arms, to offer chest for those tears to soak into hoodie covered scrubs.

Sturdy he could provide, a wall and shield to any curious gaze behind but most of all, someone there when he spoke of staying. He offered an ear - a rough day? Bullying from the nurses? DOA PTs? Anything could trigger a solid heart to crumble like this and especially in these buildings, but something in Shane told him that it wasn't that. Hideki wasn't a cold man, just indifferent and hard to really read, to understand when he keeps things to himself so damn easily. "Let it out, I'm here if you want me to stay. I'm here, Hideki." Hands warm and large, rub over the man's back, patting moreso than rocking him like a child, but the intention was there. To provide whatever it is he could give… hoping it won't be rejected like before.

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@bclasaeg

[uzchis]

@bclasaeg

// " The bidder was always careful to hide their identity... it was one of the conditions in case the deal turned sour and I couldn't retrieve it in the end. If I had known who they were, I surely wouldn't be standing here. " Kura hung his head, "Suengri... I swear that's all I know... the motivations of my customers were never important to me... I just do it for the money. " Now saying that out loud, he realized how pathetic it sounded, even if it was for survival sake. There was hardly anything Kura could say that could absolve him of suspicion. He knew that the trust he worked hard to build could easily be taken away just like that. It was only unfortunate that he cared about it only now.

Suengri really wanted to hit Kura, but instead, he grabs the collar of his shirt, balling it in frustration. "So you know nothing? Kura, come on. I thought you were more meticulous than that." He wants to laugh, but he looks at the other and only feels regret in ever telling him about the whereabouts of his uncles grave. He was both mad at himself for trusting him and mad at Kura for deceiving him. Now there was a scumbag out there looking to get Itachi's sword. For what? Kami knew for what.

He roughly shoves Kura away, furthering their distance. "So you returned empty handed and told them nothing? Do you expect me to believe they let you go just like that?"

[kisumitenderly]

kisumi,

tonight i realized that i've been a little silly holding out on you so long. you forced me to realize that you were an adult, not some kid with unrealistic, easily forgotten desires. maybe i was afraid of seeing you as anything other than a kid because i didn't want to face the uncomfortable reality that might break your heart if i didn't feel the same way.

for that i'm sorry.

i had an inkling. i sort of knew. but i pretended not to notice.

i pretended that the reason why you stuck so close to me was because i was there, that the reason you liked me so much was because there wasn't anyone else. truthfully, you're more amazing than you think, which is why i couldn't really fathom why you even liked me as a person in the first place.

but i trust your judgement, in that you can make decisions on your own, without anything clouding your ability to think. you are you. and don't let anyone change your mind about something you truly believe in, not even me.

tomorrow i'll tell you how i feel. tomorrow for sure.

goodnight kisumi.

At first, Kisumi's heart plummeted into his stomach as his eyes first hurried over the letter. The words 'break your heart' as well as 'unreturned feelings' or even 'I'm sorry' didn't set a good vibe overall for how things were heading.

It took two read-overs to understand this wasn't a rejection letter.

His heart still pounded so loudly to the point that his ears burned with the rushing blood. He stared long at the fact Nikki found him amazing of all things. He swallowed thickly thinking of Nikki not even registering his feelings because he felt he might not deserve them in the first place. Had they both admired each other this whole time? There had been a point where Kisumi wasn't sure if he was simply filled with admiration and a bit of a crush versus true romantic intent. No matter how hard he tried to disregard them whenever Nikki swaggered back into the room his heart leaped into his throat signaling that no, he did in fact hold something more over him.

He got to the end and sighed allowing his head to rock back and stare up at the ceiling. It was fine. He could wait a little while longer. He had waited all this time to tell him, the very least Kisumi could do was allow for the time for Nikki to process something like this. Even though the thought of waiting now made Kisumi want to crawl out of his own skin.

Even if the letter didn't give him want he wanted, it offered him comfort, insight, and a promise. Nikki 'knew' but didn't know. It made him feel less of a fool. Nikki acknowledged him and his character in a way he never thought he would. Maybe without tomorrow that would be enough. Kisumi folded the letter eight times, into a small square that could fit snug into an inside pocket of his jacket.

@bclasaeg

[nvrcmplt]

❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜ (hideki to shane)

His sandwich tasted like sand the moment he saw them - it was like a plummeting in his gut and the feelings he tried to remove from his mind over time of distancing shot back to the forefront of his mind. It was. . . Painful, to say the least. He wasn't sure though now as he watched Hideki's back at the counter ordering his own drink and meal for the day that Shane felt ashamed. It was, hard to process what he was feeling at that moment, fight or flight - but the want to know how Hideki was affected was holding him still. Blind even in his thoughts as he didn't know he was staring that hard to not notice the man closer than before - peering down at him with that annoyingly handsome face and speaking in words that felt like ice but also --- not.

"…Uh?" Sitting up, eyes blinking away the mental gymnastics, Shane took a moment to gape like a fish before shaking his head, nodding it, stopping and shaking it again. "No, ye--no, no you can do what you want." Shane wasn't… petty? Was he? It wasn't the first break-up, it wasn't even a break-up, they didn't even date for fuck’s sake. A hand moved to cover his face, his sandwich put down and a sigh, heavy with all his blabbering coming to a stop. This place was busy, so he didn't feel like a complete asshole in just pushing out the chair of his table and motioning with his free hand that wasn't covering his face.

"It's a free country." Do what you want, Shane didn't need to add on as he instead moved to gather his phone to thumb through already read messages.