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sxlver-sweet · 4 years ago

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You overhearing them talk about you after a fight? They're pissed, ranting shit but don't mean most of it? Like he told his friend that he wishes you two weren't a thing cause ur clingy or annoying, and you just pull back, avoid talking to him and just not being the usual you? And they fucking notice and now they're thinking u wanna breakup?? HURT COMFORT SHIT

— I SWEAR, I DIDN’T MEAN IT <3

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ROSTER . . . takashi mitsuya

SYNOPSIS . . . one of the only times mitsuya says something he doesn’t mean, you’re around to hear it.

CONTAINS . . . swearing, possible ooc writing, angst, hurt // comfort

NOTE . . . i wasn’t sure if this was a request or not, so i wrote something for it anyway :) if it was a request, please make it more clear next time so that i won’t default to merely discussing it instead.

P.S. . . . ugh i’m such a sucker for hurt/comfort. i just—i need something to mend my heart after all the angst, y’know? i also wrote this on four hours of sleep without stopping, so there are going some mistakes and fluctuations in the quality of my writing. for that, i apologize. please keep in mind that this is absolutely unedited and un-proofread. i’m just tired, man😭 i need some mf SLEEP.

ADDRESSED TO . . . @kuroiza @rengokuswife8989 @florssils @dazaisusedbandages @sanelly

you feel like shit, and it’s mainly your fault.

when you first agreed to enter a relationship with mitsuya—and even before when the prospect of romance was nothing more than a fleeting sprout in your minds and you two were still exchanging shy, awkward glances—you were fully aware of how demanding his schedule was. you knew that it must be extremely taxing to juggle his duties as an older brother raising two younger sisters, serve as a high-ranked member of toman tasked with disciplining a division of chaotic imbeciles, possess a mind sound enough to correctly guide his subordinates as the president of the sewing club, and maintain grades high enough to please his mother and ease the burden of concern on her shoulders. you knew this, and yet, you were so blinded by the rose-tinted lenses of infatuation that you hadn’t noticed the emerging red flag that hinted at a relationship wrought with neglect and strained tempers. make no mistake, mitsuya dotes on you whenever he can. but sometimes, he simply doesn’t have time to grant you the affection you crave.

it had only ended after you, in the middle of mitsuya recalling how empathetic you had been at the start of your relationship, snatched up your belongings and left without another word. he hadn’t pursued you as you staggered down the steps of his apartment complex with misty eyes and poorly-veiled sobs stifled by trembling lips. the only acknowledgement of your presence you received was a curt “good night” text, which you promptly dismissed without a reply. the next day proceeded without a shred of communication. you didn’t stop by his house to accompany him and his little sisters to school, you two spent the duration of lunch in separate locations, and neither of you waited for the other once school ended. any accidental eye contact or physical touches were blatantly ignored by the both of you, your eyes simply returning to stare straight ahead and reflexive apologies wilting on your tongues once you realized who you brushed against.

by the second day, you had decided that avoiding each other was pointless. in fact, not only was it pointless, but it drove an even more cumbersome wedge between you two—the exact opposite of what should be happening. what should be happening is communication, empathy—literally anything else but this. you thought that mitsuya, considering how he towers heads and shoulders above his comrades in terms of maturity, would have reached the same conclusion. that’s why you so self-assuredly, confidently marched your way up to the school’s rooftop where mitsuya and his friends often congregate for lunch.

but, that’s also why you felt your heart plummet to the pit of your stomach when you heard his voice slip through the ajar doors.

“i know she loves me, but hell… she’s just so… so clingy all the time, you know? it’s suffocating. she doesn’t seem to understand that i have other obligations, and she wants to be with me all the damn time. i don’t even know why i put up with her.”

what?

shock spiderwebs through your nervous system at the unforeseen testament of his feelings, causing your fingertips to twitch sporadically from their place resting tentatively upon the door handle. what? you wish that you were a little slower-witted, just a tad bit more dense… that way, you would’ve been afforded a couple moments to steel your nerves and harden your heart in preparation for the cold truth of his words to sink in. unfortunately, you weren’t even graced with that. immediately, his words slipped through your ears and snaked their way down your throat, spinning into creation devilish spirits of affliction and dismay that cackled with impish glee at your misfortune when they wound around your esophagus, cinching it shut until you were actively fighting to draw oxygen into your lungs. they curled around your heart, constricting tighter and tighter with an unforgiving, merciless pressure until they milked every honeyed drop—every ounce—of the warmth and affection your heart had been desperately patching up wounds throughout the duration of your relationship in hopes of preserving, leaving it wilted and shriveled in their wake.

oh, i see. your ears burned with shame and your blood froze in your veins, the drastic temperatures conflicting to send your head spinning and leave you fumbling blindly for the door handle to steady yourself. i see. he’s right. this is my fault. i already knew that… i knew it… so, why does it hurt so badly to hear someone say it out loud?

your fingertips fell away from the handle. whatever. it doesn’t matter.

you wanted to cry, you did. but, for some reason, the tears just wouldn’t fall. they merely coalesced on your lashes, hovering over your irises in pellucid lenses that warped your vision so severely that your stomach churned with nausea. still, you didn’t miss a step as you descended from the rooftop, nor did you jostle anyone when you numbly immersed yourself in the exuberant chatter of your classmates…

nor did you hear what left mitsuya’s mouth next.

you weren’t there to see his friend skeptically narrow his eyes at him, nor did you hear him scoff at mitsuya, “come on, man, you don’t mean that.”

you weren’t there to watch mitsuya toss his arms in the air in a spasm of frustration, nor did you see how he wove his fingers into his short, lilac hair to tug irritably on the strands, admitting with a sigh of defeat, “i know, i know. i don’t need you to lecture me. i just… i love her, but it’s just so hard to find time to spend with each other. i need to find a way to figure this out. i really want this to work.”

you just… left.

you didn’t bother to check your phone when it buzzed against your thigh to alert you of an incoming text, nor did your brain process the carefully folded note sitting in your locker when you swapped shoes to begin your trek home. in fact, you were so distracted that you didn’t notice the rumbling growl of an approaching motorcycle or the choking smog of exhaust that enveloped you as the owner screeched to a halt beside you and clumsily slid off to lunge for your arm.

you jolted at the feeling of a rough hand clamp down on your wrist, panic sparking in your chest. you instinctively lurched back to wrest your arm away from the stranger, only to freeze when you recognized a familiar set of lavender eyes glowing with such intense concern that it made your weathered heart clench with sorrow all over again. “takashi,” you breathed. the soft whisper of his name was all but swept away by the thunderous hum of his motorcycle, but not before it could soothe the worry lines creasing his forehead and coax him into loosening his grip. “what do you want?” still, as inviting as it was, you didn’t allow yourself the luxury of basking in the attention you’ve been yearning for for weeks. you calmly withdrew your arm, curbing the compromising tremor in your hand by feigning a sudden need to clutch at the strap of your school bag. the wounds in your heart were still far too fresh for you to merely gloss over for the sake of indulging in a civil conversation with him.

“she’s just so… clingy all the time, you know? it’s suffocating.”

your free hand curled into a fist, knuckles white.

“i’m here to apologize.”

“huh?” your eyes cut toward him. “apologize?”

mitsuya inhaled deeply. despite his hands being folded behind his back, you could still tell that he was wringing them anxiously. he’s nervous, you note. if that hadn’t provided suitable evidence for you to draw up your own assumption, then there was always the bruised state of his bottom lip to consider. the top layer of skin had been torn off, the plush flesh pulsating beneath appearing to be irritated and bitten raw—an unhealthy method for coping with stress that mitsuya had exhibited since the day you first met him. he chewed the fuck out of his lip. you mused to yourself. he really must be nervous. his eyes were solemn as he inclined his head in a bow. “i wanted to apologize for the argument we had two days ago. i shouldn’t have yelled at you, and i should have been more understanding of your feelings. but, i want you to know that when i asked you to go out with me, i never wanted to make you feel like you were being strung along, and i never wanted to make you feel mistreated. for that, i’m sorry. but, i really do want this relationship to work out. i… i want us to stay together. i want to fix things, but i need your help to do it.”

“that’s a relief, because so do i,” you smiled, yet it failed to reach your eyes. your gaze remained dim and reserved, trained on the space between his boots. truthfully, you did want this to work out, but… if he’s saying all of this now, then what the hell was that on the rooftop? even so… “i’m sorry, too. i should have been more empathetic about how hectic your schedule is. you’re a big brother, one of toman’s captains, the head of the sewing club, and a student. you already have so much on your plate, but i just kept wanting more, more, and more. i didn’t properly consider how little time you had to yourself.” your voice rang with earnesty, a speck of light returning to your eyes. “i really don’t want to break up over something like this. let’s try again. this time, we’ll try something different.”

i’ll try something different.

you saw mitsuya’s spine straighten, noticed the sparkle of joy reflected in his gaze right before his eyelids fluttered shut, watched his chin lower to allow a chuckle of relief to slip through lips curved by a warm smile, and witnessed his lips form a string of words. yet, for some reason… you couldn’t hear a single thing he said. maybe it was due to the lingering heat of rejection scorching your ears, or maybe it was because of the dull ring reverberating throughout your cranium that quelled every possible external sound. either way, you just stood there, body unresponsive and limbs unwieldy, as he embraced you.

i’ll try something different.

so, you did. for the next couple days, you distanced yourself from your boyfriend in an attempt to provide him with the space that he so yearned for. it was a difficult task, but you managed. every time you felt the compelling, magnetic draw of his aura and were engulfed by the desire to soak up all the love he had to offer, your body would freeze, the words “clingy” and “suffocating” skipping through your brain like a mantra. not wanting to disturb him, you only spoke when he approached you first; and, even then, your smile was hollow and fragile. you accompanied him to and from school as usual, but the moment he mentioned needing to go someplace or run an errand, you were slipping your shoes on to leave or breezily telling him that you could call a friend to pick you up instead of forcing him to make two trips. you no longer showered him with adoring kisses or draped yourself over him for an impromptu cuddling session; rather, you resigned yourself to fleeting touches, chaste pecks of your lips, and quietly enduring the hours he spent scribbling out notes or solving algebra problems sprawled on his couch or indulging his little sisters’ schemes to keep them occupied. most of the time, you declined his offers to attend places with him, spinning little, white lies about how your parent needed you to return home early or how you simply “had something to do.”

over time, you noted that mitsuya’s skepticism regarding your shift in behavior was increasing exponentially. he would frequently ask you if anything was bothering you, to which you would always respond with a shake of your head and a denial of his suspicions, knowing damn well that holding him at such an icy distance was taking a serious toll on your heart. his requests gradually morphed into implorals, and there were times where he would bar your path with an arm or a leg before you could scamper off and tell you to stay with him.

things didn’t hit a dead end until now, nearly a full week later. mitsuya had just delivered you at your house, per usual; and, you’re now kneeling on your sofa, peering through a sliver of space in the curtains with a forlorn, wistful sigh as you watch him depart in a wisp of grey smoke, per usual. you want to kick yourself—to rip open your front door and shout at him to wait. but, you don’t. you’ve grown weary of holding your own emotions hostage for the sake of making his life a bit easier, but you remain strong. you uphold the tacit vow to refrain from deviating from the cycle of strained normalcy that you both seem to be trapped in.

but, he doesn’t.

your eyes widen when he abruptly slams on the brakes, scarlet taillights weaving to and fro like the frenzied wings of a butterfly as he wrestles his bike to a halt. the charcoal wheels squeal in protest as he whips his motorcycle around and makes a beeline back toward your house, engine revving with a newfound vigor and gaze trained on your front door. “what’s he doing?” you perk up at the sight of his return. “did he leave something with me?” but once you watch him shove the kickstand down and yank off his helmet to let it fall carelessly to the concrete, your stomach twists. oh. his eyebrows are furrowed in clear displeasure, features hardened into a mask of irritation and slit eyes gleaming with an odd combination of concern and exasperation. the silver necklace clasped around his neck bounces against his chest with each step he takes as he marches up to your front door, the rhythmic swing of the ornate pendant capturing your attention long enough for him to glimpse you peeking at him from your window.

oh, my god. what is he doing? you hastily draw the curtains when you hear his knuckles rap against the front door. barely a second later, his voice follows. “(reader)? open up, we need to talk.” for a split second, you consider fleeing to your room and feigning that his eyes had deceived him, only to wince when he speaks a second time. “i already saw you in the window, angel. i know you’re right there.”

well, fuck.

neither of you speak when you gingerly creak open the door to grant him access. you just stand there quietly, eyes transfixed intently on each action he performs as he politely slips off his shoes and strips off his jacket to habitually drape it over the arm of the couch. a heavy silence stretches between you two, only shattered when mitsuya finally turns to face you.

“okay, what’s going on here?”

“what do you mean?” at first, you entertain the possibility of him referring to the space you’ve been placing between you, but you swiftly discard the thought. no, this is what he wanted.

“come on, now,” mitsuya props a hand on his hip, raising a brow at you. “love, you know what i’m talking about. you’re not acting like yourself, and i refuse to keep pretending like you are.” when you continue to blink blankly at him, he sighs and combs his fingers through his hair. “for the past week, you’ve been really distant. you never seem to want to be around me, you get all stiff and awkward when i try to hug or kiss you, and you never initiate anything like you used to. so, i know that something’s bothering you—hey, is it the fight we had last week? are you still upset? because, i can—” you frantically shake your head. “no? then, tell me what’s going on. as much as i wish i were, i’m not a mindreader. i need you to talk to me.”

“but—wait, i’m confused,” you lift your hands to silence him, eyebrows knitting together in perplexity. “i thought that this is what you wanted. i thought you wanted space.”

“what?” now, it’s mitsuya’s turn to look absolutely befuddled. “no, i—no. what made you think that?”

“isn’t that what you said on the rooftop?” you narrow your eyes at him in an accusatory manner, defensively folding your arms across your chest. “last week, i heard you tell your friends that i was too clingy—that i was suffocating, to be exact. you said…” your voice trails off as you recall his next words, your own throat knotting up. “you—” tears brew along your lashes, and for once, you’re grateful for the muted obscurity they plunge your vision into. now, in a way, you don’t have to face your boyfriend. you don’t feel compelled to search his eyes for any signs of ingenuity or rejection, nor do you have to continue wrestling with the angel perched on your shoulder that only gains strength with each passing moment you’re forced to perceive the gradual softening of mitsuya’s steely expression. you’re pathetic. the mere sight of him is nearly enough to strip your resolve apart at the seams, for god’s sake. call it pathetic, call it infatuated, call it whatever you want. it’s all the fucking same right now, anyway. you love him, but… “you said that you didn’t know why you put up with me.”

there's a single beat of silence—a single beat where mitsuya's own heart drops as he finally identifies the root of the issue.

“no—no, (reader), i didn’t mean it. i was just so angry at the whole situation that i wasn’t thinking clearly. not a single word i said then was true.” you tense when you feel warm fingertips glide over your bare arm, calloused from having been pricked countless times during their days of threading needles and toughened by more brawls than you can tally on both hands. still, they’re familiar—familiar enough to sap the strength directly from your knees and cause the remainder of your tenacity to crumble. “still, that doesn’t make it right. it doesn’t excuse my actions.”

shit, you’re pathetic.

the moment you feel a single tear slip down your cheek is the moment you suddenly detect mitsuya’s presence is everywhere at once, engulfing and swallowing you whole until all you can sense is him and that stupid cologne you gifted to him for his birthday. one arm loops around your waist to draw you flush against him, its counterpart rising to press a hand to the back of your head and ease your face into the crook of his neck. your tears soak into the fabric of his shirt, and you swear you can feel him shiver against you when your breath abruptly fans across the hollow of his throat in a vain attempt at regulating your sporadic breathing pattern. slim fingers work their way through your hair, and you don’t realize exactly how unnaturally warm your skin is until you register how cold the silver rings adorning his fingers are as they brush against your scalp. it isn’t long before you’re melting into his touch and allowing yourself to really feel his presence—feel the familiar outline of his necklace pressed to your chest, feel the steady rise and fall of his chest in tandem with yours, feel the grounding strength in his touch as he slides his hand up from your waist to rub soothing circles into your back, feel everything about him that you’ve been depriving yourself of.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, words ghosting over the shell of your ear in a warm caress. “i’m so sorry. i swear, i didn’t mean it. i’ve never once thought that you were suffocating. never. not once. i was just frustrated. tell me, is that why you’ve been keeping your distance?”

when you nod in confirmation against his shoulder, you can practically feel him deflate. “you really didn’t mean it?” you inquire meekly, voice still wavering beneath the weight of tears that have yet to fall.

“of course not.” he releases you, the hand that had been comfortingly stroking your hair now slipping along your jaw to cradle the side of your face and lift it gently from his shoulder. his gaze scours yours, lavender irises soft with such reverence and adoration that one would assume you’d poised the stars in the sky and meticulously carved out a slice of the moon just for him, distilling and compressing its essence into what’s now the glassy, besotted twinkle in his eyes that yields nothing but evidence of how tightly he’s wound around your finger—evidence of how deeply rooted in his heart you are. your shoulders relax. yet, in the depths of his eyes, you can discern his soul, entangled with darkness and worn with far too much emotional turmoil for your liking.

“it’s okay,” you breathe. “it’s alright, really.”

“no, ‘s not.” mitsuya grumbles. he angles your face down, planting an unhurried kiss beneath each of your eyes. “if it were, you wouldn’t be crying, now, would you?” his lips are gentle as they track kisses along the pearlescent streaks staining your complexion. they rest against the apple of your cheek for a moment longer before he pulls away slightly to whisper to you. “i should tell you, this week’s been hell for me.”

“me, too,” you tilt your head, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. your head bumps against his temple in resignation. “i don’t want to do that again.” you sigh. “it was too emotionally draining.”

“so, promise me that you won’t do that again, okay, angel?” mitsuya’s gaze is solemn as it searches your face. “promise me that you’ll come and talk to me so we can avoid misunderstandings like this in the future. i love you, (reader). i don’t want to risk losing you over something so small again, so please, help me out here.”

“well, i love you, too.” you hum. “so, for both of our sakes, i promise.”

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archibaldcurothers · 4 years ago

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Take the Long Way Home, Part Seven

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“I spy something…green!”

You chuckled, this was too easy. “Is it Jaken?”

“There are many green things,” Jaken protested, “why do you assume she refers to me and not the grass or trees or-“

“But she was right; it’s you, Master Jaken!” Rin happily announced.

The small demon was about to protest further but Lord Sesshomaru had halted and Jaken collided into the back of his leg.

“P-Pardon, my Lord!”

Sesshomaru ignored him. “Inuyasha is near.”

“Oh! do you wish to confront him, my Lord? He would surely benefit from a humbling altercation with yourself; he is far too arrogant for his own good. It would do him well to be reminded he is but a half-demon!”

You waited anxiously for Sesshomaru’s decision. If he decided to intercept his brother then perhaps you could speak to Kagome about crossing back to your own time. It might be tricky to do with the two brothers quarreling, but it could be your only chance.

“No. I have no business with him at present.”

“Um, excuse me, my lord…”

Sesshomaru turned his head to glance back at you, waiting for you to continue.

“I know you don’t have reason to go, but do you think, perhaps, we might go pay a visit so that I may speak to Kagome?”

Sesshomaru glared at you for a moment as Jaken gaped at your insolence, but before the steward could chastise you, his lordship spoke, “I said I had no business with him.”

You had been in his company long enough to know this was his restrained way of telling you to drop the subject, but, in desperation, you pressed further. “Please, Lord Sesshomaru, Kagome is likely the only one to know how I might-“

At this, Sesshomaru turned to face you fully, and snapped, “If you’re so concerned with meeting that woman then go find them yourself.”

You recoiled. "I’m sorry, I just-“

“You’re not needed here anyway,” he snarled. “Just leave. Go back to your own time.” At this, he turned from you and stormed off.

Jaken and Rin stood in stunned silence, looking from Sesshomaru to yourself, unsure of what to do. Even Ah-Un had instinctively taken a few steps back at the venomous outburst. Sesshomaru had never spoken to you like that before. He had always been a man of few words, but the words he had shared with you before had never felt hateful. Your throat constricted and you could feel your face getting hot; Rin and Jaken’s anxious glances your way did nothing to ease your nerves. They’d been put in an awkward spot, and it was your fault. They couldn’t defy Sesshomaru, but you knew they pitied you and were hesitant to turn and leave. Feeling bad enough at the position you’d put them in, you decided to spare them of having to make the choice to abandon you. You looked to them for a moment, gave them a pained smile, and slinked away.

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Night had fallen at last. The remainder of the day had been spent walking in a tense silence. Now and then, Rin had let a whimper escape, but she had done her best to limit her outward emotion. Now they rested by the fire Jaken conjured with the enchanted staff, the two disciples leaned against Ah-Un as they ruminated over the happenings.

Sesshomaru was not with them. After dictating they rest there for the evening, he had slipped away, and none were confident enough to chase after him. This was a small blessing for him. He didn’t want their concerned looks; didn’t need their apprehensive eyes boring into him with that hounding question: “why were you so cruel to her”.

He stood on an outcropping, looking out at the night sky. He remembered her telling Rin that, in her time, there were humans who dedicated their lives to these celestial bodies. An aching pain swelled in his chest, and he winced. Those humans of her time, they had travelled through the stars and arrived at the moon, but they needed only look to the sky to see their destination. (Y/N) hadn’t known where Inuyasha’s group was, nor did she possess Sesshomaru’s keen sense of smell to be able to track them. She would not have found them. She would be lost and alone, with no one there to defend her against the cruelties and dangers of the world.

He wrestled with this reality; it was none of his concern what became of her, and yet he could not put the thought from his mind, could not snuff out the worry that plagued him, could not silence the shame he felt…

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You hadn't anticipated the terror you would experience upon being alone at night, though, to be fair, you hadn't had time to consider the repercussions of your decision to go it alone. You no longer had the security of companions. No longer could rest your weary feet by riding atop Ah-Un. No longer had the the protection of Sesshomaru.

You stopped next to a large oak tree. You could feel panic swelling inside yourself, threatening to split you apart. The world swirled around you, it felt like you were dying. In desperation you crouched down and rested your head on your knees as you tried to keep your breathing steady.

In...out...in...out

After a minute of this you stabilized slightly and raised your head, but then you felt the cold drop off water splash against the bridge of your nose. Rain. As if things couldn't get worse.

You were incapable of gathering the energy to do anything more, it felt useless to even try. In exhaustion, you collapsed back against the trunk of the oak. At least nothing could sneak up on you with the large tree behind you. Its foliage partially shielded you from the storm brewing, but, between the wind and the droplets that did reach you, a shiver coursed through you.

A crack of thunder broke out, sounding as though it had discharged right by your ear. Panic raced once more through you. You could no longer contain it. You collapsed into yourself, weeping; you would die here.

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It hadn’t taken Sesshomaru long to trace his way back and follow (Y/N)’s scent. He soon found her huddled and whimpering under a large oak. He observed for a few moments, hidden from sight by the flora of the forest and the shadows of night. He had expected to find her and bring her back. Simple. However, confronted with the raw emotion of her dejected spirit, he found himself rooted to his spot. What should he say? Would she even want to go back with him? Would she demand he escort her to Kagome so that she could leave this world forever? The thought pained him, but he mentally chastised himself for it. What was it to him what this woman chose to do? Sure, he had become accustomed to her and so had wanted to insure she was safe, but he hadn’t really cared that she was gone…

He wondered what story she might have been telling Rin this evening if he hadn’t lashed out at her. She did well with the girl.

He stepped from his covering and approached (Y/N), halting just in front of her. He gazed down and observed as her shoulders trembled, her crying muffled from her face being buried into her knees. She hadn't heard him approach. Between her own lamentations, the rumbling thunder, and howls of the wind, she had heard nothing.

"(Y/N)."

Her crying sputtered to a stop, and for a moment she did not move. Hesitantly, she lifted her head and met his gaze. They stayed like that, eyes locked, neither moving, until Sesshomaru abruptly offered his hand.

"Come. You are missed."

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You stared at his hand for a second, in shock, until the realization you were being offered salvation dawned on you. You eagerly took his hand, and he pulled you up. However, he didn't seem to know his own strength and as you were brought to your feet the momentum caused you to stumble forward into him. You were pressed against his chest with his cold plate of armor digging into you uncomfortably, while his kimono radiated with the heat from his body and his fur stole tickled at your cheek. Your mind froze and so did your body; the scent of rain and wet earth clung to him, and the musky aroma quickened your heart. Glancing up at him, you saw him peering down at you.

You had expected him to look cross about you colliding into him, but instead his face looked almost gentle as he asked, “Are you alright?”

At the realization you were still pressed against him, you hastily stepped back and averted your eyes as you replied, “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I-”. The fur he kept round his shoulder was being draped around your neck.

“We should get going. That is, if you want to…”

The uncertainty in his voice was so unfamiliar. He was always self-assured, never questioning himself. And yet, here he was before you, a mere human, testing the water to see if you might acquiesce to his request. Never before had he been so vulnerable with you.

“Yes, I’d like that, my lord.”

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wooobuddyletsgetnasty · 4 years ago

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KINKTOBER BAYBEEE 🎃

DAY 30:

PUBLIC RESTROOM SEX w/ NEJI for @florssils

You were trying to be inconspicuous, and in that you realized, you were just drawing more attention to yourself. The whole place was lowly lit anyways, but still.. you felt very dirty following your boyfriend into the small cramped bathroom.. would that stop you though? No, absolutely not. You were doing this now.

The lock clicked behind you softly, and you tugged at the door just to confirm that it wouldn’t budge under some forceful tugging. Then, you turned your gaze to Neji, watching his eyes trail the length of your uncovered legs. It was supposed to be a welcome home party, for Neji actually. He’d been gone for weeks, and you wanted to have a small get together at his favorite restaurant. It seemed that now, you might get the both of you kicked out of here.

He closed in on your fairly quickly, body crowding yours against the door, and fuck, his elders were about to be ashamed of him. His hair fanned out like a curtain, blocking part of the light shining down, and the first desperate touch of his mouth against yours sent you reeling, fingers tighting against his clothed shoulders.

One of his hands moved to tangle in your hair, the other gripping at the back of your thigh. You followed him hastily until you were backed against the sink. Your mouth never left his, even when you moved to settle against the flimsy sink. His mouth moved away from yours, a steady, “Gods, did I miss you,” pulling from him before his lips moved to press rough kisses against your jaw. You keened when the hand he had on your thigh moved to a more intimate place, your own mouth falling open in a, “I missed you too.”

#naruto x reader #naruto #naruto imagines #naruto smut #smut smut smut #kinktober baybeeee #neji hyuga x reader #neji x reader #neji hyuga #neji

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mithology-marveloholick · 5 years ago

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Tobirama x Reader headcanons

Relationship and PDA

Fluff

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Tobirama is cuddly only when he's sleepy. Which is either right after he woke up or right before he falls asleep. If you want to cuddle any other time, you just clinge to his back or side but don't expect antyhing from him at the beggining, later he may put you on his lap and kiss your head.

You two have weird cute names for eachother. He calls you "Foolish woman" and you call him "Grumpy old man". It resulted from a fight about something so stupid, that you don't remember what was it about.

Even though he kinda likes when you call him "Grumpy old man", he doesn't let you call him like that in public. He's very strict about any affection in public. He only let's you hold his hand. No kisses, no hugs.

Don't you ever pinch his sides. He hates it. There might have been a fight about it

He is a traditional man and wants a traditional family. Also he's really stubborn and wants almost everything his way but he learns his lesson. To put it in his words: "Marriage is kinda like politics, if you want something your way you have to compromise first. Otherwise is gonna get ugly and no one gets anything". He learned it hard way

Can't wait to have kids with you, to see them grow up and to grow old with you. You are closest person to him, his little sunshine

Drinks! You both are heavy drinkers and like trying new drinks. Also sometimes you do "little" competition who can drink more. It started on your honeymoon and continued through your marriage.

Also both of you hate parties. You like peaceful evenings without small talk and fake smiles (Mostly you smile)

He always has a small skroll with bottles filled with your favourite alcohol.

This man has incredible humor. He tells jokes but only when it's just you and him. Most of them are about something only you two understand or about Hashirama.

Back massages. Give that man back massages. He just loves to lay on his stomach and doze off while you massage him. Especially after rough day or mission

Tobirama adores your cooking. But hands down he is a master at breakfest. His pancakes with blueberries? Perfection

Supports your carrer with his whole heart! His your hyperman and you are his hyperwoman!

Loves hiking. Half of your honeymoon was in the mountains. The other half by the sea - cause you love sea and collecting sea shells

He has a lot of scras on his body and he's insecure about them. They remind him of war and loss of his parents and brothers. The best thing you can do is kiss each and every one of the scars and tell him that you love him no matter what

After years of being a couple you know eachother so well. That you don't have to say anything to know what is going through your spouse head.

Help him organize his desk and papers. He seems like he has everything under control but he is the messiest person when it comes to writings and scrools.

He loves you deeply and you know that, but sometimes he feels like it's not good enough for you. So he reminds you by his actions, sometimes by saying "I love you" but it's really rare. He rather say "I appreciate you".

Even though you don't know much about jutsus you always help him with his experiments. But he always make sure you're safe

Loves when you wear his clothes. Especially his fur, rare sight but super sweet and hot for him

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Those headcanons are inspired by post made by @florssils and comments by @debserso93 (Nicknames for Tobirama and his s/o)

Rest is my imagination how Tobirama would act around his s/o.

I hope you guys like it ❤️

#tobirama #tobirama senju #tobirama x reader #naruto #headcanon

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hoe-imaginess · 5 years ago

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OMG THAT MADARA FIC WAS SO GOOD WTH 😩💕💖 I LOVE IT! You did a great job writting this! I hope you are proud of this fic...COZ YOU SHOULD BE 😤👏👏👏 it's almost 5 am and I haven't gone to bed coz I be reading it over and over again 🥺 I swear the way you write Naruto characters in general is amazing, you always know how to portray them accurately even in your own stories! You're an amazing talented human being, thank you for writing this masterpiece 😭💖

!!!! omg thank you so much 💖💖

It wasn’t a fic I was necessarily proud of I just thought some of you guys might want to read it but still I really did not expect this much of a response wowwie

I really really hope I always portray the characters as accurately as possible sksksksks that’s my biggest fear. I’m really glad you liked it!!!

Um.. spoilers (?), if you haven’t read my recent Madara fic, below

Also to every who’s sent me personal messages or reblogged my fic with comments thank you so much! I’ve seen them all and read them and I feel sksksksksaakjshfksjd uwu inside

oof oof oof well since I don’t know if I’m going to ever upload the rest of it, a general plotline of the rest of the fic is:

-yes she keeps the baby

-lots of general ‘madara is being nicer to her now bc she’s pregnant’ scenes that show a bit of his softer side (which was really there all along, just overshadowed by his anger)

-Her generally brushing off his gentleness bc she’s got a lot of anger still. Which pisses him off, but what can he do? She’s pregnant and he thinks it’s his. Speaking of...

-I never 100% decided who the father was but I did write it a certain way which I... am still gonna keep under wraps, unfortunately. Just in case I ever do want to write more

-Tobirama and the Senju do make an appearance, but a rescue (if there is one) is still a long ways away

-Tobirama’s feelings on the subject

As per the last question, would Tobirama still accept her if the baby isn’t his?... That’s a good question. I never actually sat down to think about it because I haven’t physically written that far. Part of me says no, tbh. Another says yes, but begrudgingly, with a lot of uncertainty in his heart

I wish I had some on hand for you but alas I do not ):

more fuel to the fire that is his hatred for the Uchiha? He’ll take it

She was really out here ready to end Uchiha lives

True!! Honestly whether the baby is Senju or Uchiha, they’re getting taken away immediately. Senju... I... we won’t talk about it

Uchiha because Madara can’t be sure she won’t do anything rash. And no way he’s letting her harm the baby. That’s his heir now. The whole thing is a little rattling to him but also now pretty important to him

Your English is fine!! And thank you!!

tysm!

I actually had that in my original draft (when I wrote it like... damn... two years ago or something lol) but took it out for 1. to keep the angst going later on and 2. because I didn’t give her a specific occupation, I thought maybe she might have been/be a kunoichi, so her body might be able to handle some of the brunt of Madara’s anger a little better

She would definitely cry okay, she’s bringing the baby into a confusing and harsh world and not even to a father she wants the baby to have

asjkhfkajsdh i love making the angsty food <3

@florssils !!! I didn’t know how else to tag it lmaoooooo kjashdfkjsh “really harsh and traumatic illusions” I didn’t know

Hashirama is constantly keeping Tobirama on a leash omg yes

Although I do think Tobirama is also rational enough to know the Senju have to think this through before trying to launch an attack/take back their land so that’s a big part of the issue too

AHHH on one hand yes that is what I was going for, on the other hand please forgive me

ssksksksksk thank you omg <3 I really wanted it to be an emotional rollercoaster

WELL I actually don’t have a specific ending in mind but it may not be very happy depending on what I choose sksksk. Thank you!

It was something a friend and I started playing with literally yearssss ago and then I just kinda started writing it for myself to get the ideas out

still not sure yet!!!

AHJKSHFKAJSHF Tobirama did you send this ask

#replies for Hostage

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senju-sekhmet · 4 years ago

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replies & small announcement?!

First off, thank you so much for continuing to read the story, it means so much to me 🥰 @florssils - I need my Man to finally find it But I'm at war w myself bc i dont want it to end That means the tension and angst seem to be in good balance, no 😅 seriously though, I'm very glad you enjoy it, thank you for much for reading 🥰

Some updates! As per my last disclaimer (a Very Good place to make an update, lmao) I'll try to up the frequency of my releases a bit. It's not looking good so far I'm trying my best. I’ll update the warnings for the story a little bit, too - watch out for that. Or don’t. All I’m asking is trust me with it and please stick around until the very end, okay?! <3

Also! I've been thinking about putting up a little prompt list and opening up requests? If anyone is interested. I don’t think I’m good at writing headcanons and stuff like that so it’d be rly brief stories/oneshots. These would just be 1k ish long. I'd try writing for the founders, for now. Let me know what you think!

#sekhmet speaks

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ayyyez · 4 years ago

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1, 19, 43. Am I late for the oc questions? 😍😰👏

Wasn’t sure who you wanted so I am doing it for Asana

1. How old are they?

In the start of the fic I headcanon everyone is in their 20′s so she is around that age. I feel like everyone is early 20′s because a lot of things need to happen lmao the timeline is a bit all over the place (bc canon I have to improvise lol). Sorry I don’t have an exact number bby <3

19. Have they ever fallen in love?

Not yet. She has definitely had feelings for someone before but she hasn’t fallen in love (YET OKAY) eheh.

43. Have they ever been seriously injured?

Yes. Someone tried to rip her heart out. She’s had several other injuries that for others they would bed considered serious but because of her abilities they were not serious for her. Lmao it will make sense in time!

Thank you for they questions bby! <3

#OC ask #OC ask meme #OC questions #Asana #FIOE things #fire in our eyes things #fire in our eyes #OC things #florssils #Ask

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sxlver-sweet · 4 years ago

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Hii dear! How are you???? Anywho, Can I request a hc for Mitsuya, Rindou, and Baji with a fem! s/o who's just really attractive and she always gets a lot of love letters from people, including girls.

— SIGNED WITH A FLOURISH, SEALED WITH A KISS <3

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ROSTER . . . takashi mitsuya, keisuke baji, rindou haitani

SYNOPSIS . . . their attractive s/o receives a number of love confessions. how do they feel about that? :)

CONTAINS . . . swearing, rindou having a whole breakdown and still being a pussy

NOTE . . . hello there, bby!! i’m doing fairly okay. i hope you’re doing alright as well <3 i wrote rindou’s part in a rush, so i apologize if there are parts that don’t make sense or any grammatical errors.

ADDRESSED TO . . . @kuroiza @dazaisusedbandages @florssils @rengokuswife8989 @sanelly

MITSUYA always knew that you were extremely attractive. how could he not? from the captivating gleam in your eyes to the elegant, self-assured way that you carry yourself--it’s evident that you’re a stunning individual. so, events such as boys flirting with you and girls drawing you into their little attention-seeking schemes in desperate attempts to strengthen their bond with you are nothing new.

however, mitsuya trusts you. he knows that you’re committed to a relationship with him and that you both lead your own lives, so he doesn’t worry about you entertaining their desires or offering them a ray of hope. you’re a kind person, but you also know what you want; and, you’ve made it clear that you want him.

still, he had no idea that love letters were constantly being shoved into your locker and bag when you weren’t around. he’d suspected that something was going on when he witnessed you bow apologetically to a female underclassman and then turn away to walk back to him, a weary expression overshadowing your previous empathy. still, he didn’t pry. he figured that you would tell him if something were amiss.

things only took a turn for the worse two days later when you opened your locker and a sea of love letters spilled out, washing over both you and your boyfriend, who was rightfully astonished. when he stooped to pick one up, his hand halted in midair when he noticed that all of them were addressed to you.

mitsuya clicks his tongue sympathetically. since he’s both a high-ranked member of toman and the president of the sewing club, he’s received his own share of love letters. after all, such accomplishments appeal to both the “tough” and “caring” traits that most of his female classmates admire in a guy. still, he hasn’t ever received this many.

“is that why you’re always so tired?” he asks. when you nod again, his lips twist into a sympathetic pout. he lifts a hand and places it on the nape of your neck, deft fingers working soothingly against the base of your skull as they massage away the tense knots that stiffen your muscles. “poor baby. it must be hard being so pretty.” at his teasing words, your lips curl into a small, sleepy smile and your head lolls back into his touch, encouraging him to apply more pressure.

“yeah, it is.” you hum. “i’m sure you can relate.”

from that point on, mitsuya does his best to be seen with you more often, whether it’s by stopping by your classroom during lunch to plant a kiss on your cheek, walking you to and from your classes whenever he has spare time, and purchasing matching phone cases for you two--anything to deter people from cluttering your life with emotions that won’t be considered and to save them from getting their hearts shattered before they can work up the courage to confess to you. you’re grateful for his increased efforts despite having such a busy schedule, so you do your best to meet him halfway, greeting him with a peck on the cheek and introducing him to your new “friends” so you can weed out any imposters who are secretly hoping to be more.

but, you should know that he isn’t doing this solely for you. he also enjoys proving to people that you’re a couple. hell, he bagged a beauty like you. it’s about time he starts to exercise the bragging rights that come with it. plus, the extra affection and seeing the way your eyes light up when you spot him from down the hall is always more than welcome.

he’s never been one for a lot of pda, but he supposes that this much couldn’t hurt.

he’s more than willing to let you handle things on your own, but once your suitors become agitated or too persistent, he’s going to step in. his place among toman’s top brass is noted among the student body, so usually all it takes is an arm around your waist and an easy yet mildly daunting, “is there a problem?” to make your admirers back off.

with your permission, mitsuya will throw away any notes he finds tucked away in your desk or locker whenever he goes to borrow something of yours. he pretends not to notice the scorching glares drilling holes into his back when he does, but at the same time, he doesn’t care.

you’re in it for the long haul, and so is he. a couple love letters aren’t going to change that.

among the three, KEISUKE would be the most likely to fight your suitors. he’s already protective of you, due to both the attention your striking appearance commands and the fact that you’re his girl. from the jump, he made it clear that you’re no longer up for grabs and probably won’t be ever again. if his consistent presence at your side wasn’t enough to deter people from courting you, then surely his undisguised intolerance of those few token assholes who flirt openly with you and the silver promise ring looped around your finger that you constantly flaunt like a wedding band should’ve made the situation crystal-clear.

and, for the most part, it did.

at least, it solved the issue of people approaching you directly. your fellow students adapted fairly quickly to keisuke’s volatile temper and tacit threats, swapping out verbal confessions with communicating their feelings through love letters and anonymous gifts. they thought they were safe; but, unfortunately for them, keisuke’s stupidity only stretches as far as academics. he noticed the change almost immediately, and he questioned you about it that same day when the two of you were rocking idly on a swing set after school. you nodded, resting your temple against the supporting chain and nudging your bag toward him with your foot.

when he unzipped it and peeked inside, he felt his stomach drop. your backpack was stuffed to the brim with a sea of white envelopes, every single one donning your name in handwriting spanning from slanted and messy to the most elegant calligraphy he’s ever seen. some were dotted with charming, pastel stickers, some remained plain and pristine, and some were adorned with a spritz of a feminine perfume that tickled his nose and wracked his body with violent sneezes. this is new, he mused. before, he hadn’t even considered the possibility of girls confessing to you. so now, the delicate perfumes that curled mockingly around his nose and the refined penmanship addressing the letters to you—his girlfriend, of all people—struck him like a paralyzing slap to the face.

however, the insecurities that keisuke had been holding at bay didn’t overflow and actively plague his mind until later on when he realized he was having a difficult time understanding the poetry your suitors composed for you. it was all too complex—all too advanced for him. it finally registered in his mind: he could never write to you in such an intense, gripping way. he didn’t have shit on these people. as he sifted more feverishly through the pile of letters, panic began to settle in. swirly penmanship comparing your eyes to the glistening reflection of the moon against the tranquil ocean, messy scribbles affectionately calling you “dove,” drawings of intricate flowers woven together into a picturesque border as the anonymous sender details how they derive pleasure from your mere presence--there’s no way in hell he can compete with any of this. even if he sat chifuyu down and scoured his manga-filled brain for ideas, nothing he produced would ever even come close to the magnificent illustrations and poems that your admirers are able to offer you.

suddenly, his body felt cold, his blood turning to ice in his veins and stomach plummeting into a yawning abyss of dread. oh, fuck, what if this is what you preferred? what if… what if you grew sick of his chaotic, violent antics and decided to pursue someone with a much softer persona and a higher level of intelligence? he knows he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to academics, nor is he the most gentle lover at times, nor did he know anything about properly courting a woman before talking it over with his mother, nor… oh, my god. you’re definitely sick of him. you’re going to leave him. you deserve better than him. he’s too brutish, too foolish, too--

his train of thought is derailed when you approach him almost timidly, a bashful smile playing on your lips and gaze sparkling with adoration like some ditzy, lovesick schoolgirl. a baby-blue envelope sealed with a lustrous, golden star sticker is captured between your fingers, and when he inquires about it, all you’d offered was a bright, “it’s a letter--a love letter. i wrote it for you.”

that’s right. the explosive temper and frustration that had been bubbling up within him are soothed into a placid lull as his eyes curiously peruse over your unique penmanship and the doodles strewn across the white paper. a ticklish warmth spreads throughout his body as he absorbs every compliment and smiley face, etching every minute detail into his brain as if this is the only time he’ll ever get to read this letter. when his eyes trail back up to your face, the furrow in his eyebrows smooths upon seeing your smile glowing with hope and your eyes hazy with a dreamlike trance. how could he have forgotten?

“do you like it?” you ask him nervously, the slightest tremor gripping your tone. “i worked really hard on it.”

his voice failing him, he opts to draw you close, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, a toothy smile already set in place. all this time, he’d been worried about the competition, never once remembering that while everyone grits their teeth with envy or gazes at you with a bittersweet longing, the only person you’ve ever looked at is him. out of the entire student body, the only person whose feelings have ever been returned by you are his. the only person you’ve ever written a love letter to was him.

it’s always been him. always.

spurred by the newfound confidence boost, keisuke kidnaps chifuyu off the fucking street and sits him down on a nearby bench, asking him for help writing his own love letter to you. they spend the next couple hours brainstorming while keisuke scribbles notes on a notepad he’d “borrowed” from mitsuya solely for this purpose. as soon as he returns home, keisuke writes several drafts of his response letter, staying hunched over his desk for hours on end until he finally produces a revised draft that he’s content with.

when he gave it to you, he was sleep-deprived and had a splitting headache from having forced his brain into overdrive, but the way your face lit up and your eyes glittered with joy made it all worth it. he hadn’t expected you to keep it since there were obviously a variety of spelling mistakes and he had to switch pens halfway through the letter, so he was genuinely surprised when he strolled into your room unannounced and spotted the letter he’d composed for you tacked to your bulletin board. meanwhile, all of the love letters you’d received from your suitors have been dumped into the trash can beside your desk.

“you threw them away?” keisuke questioned you as soon as you set foot in your room, not even sparing you a moment to set down your bag or register the fact that there is a person in your bedroom.

“wh—the letters?” you just accept his presence and move on, angling your head toward the trash can. “yeah, why? did you not want me to?”

“i was just thinking that it would be funny if you returned them.” keisuke answers, flashing a fanged grin of amusement.

“absolutely not!” your eyes round. “that’d be so mean. imagine how you would feel if you were in their position.”

“but—”

“no.”

now, we all know that RINDOU is shit at expressing his emotions. it stems from the superiority complex he’s been nourishing and indulging for all these years; so when it comes to a relationship, his bottled-up feelings and lack of experience in emotionally vulnerable situations often manifest in the form of inattentive and aloof behavior—acting uninterested when physical affection is brought into play, placing distance between him and his significant other because he doesn’t know what to do when he strays too close, you know how it goes.

that being said, rindou isn’t the perfect lover--not by a long shot.

and, he often forgets who he’s in a relationship with. he forgets that you’re the most sought-after girl in your school and that there are people among your ranks of admirers who would kill to be in rindou’s place. they think it’s ridiculous that he doesn’t play a more active role in the relationship, and they firmly believe that you deserve someone far more attentive and affectionate than he is. it’s the main reason why love letters have started appearing in your locker and gifts have been placed on your desk for you to find. your classmates aren’t fools. they know who ran and rindou haitani are—everyone does. that very understanding is why you’re so perplexed as you stare down at the collection of perfumed letters and confessions sealed with wax stamps--they’re all anonymous. every single one is devoid of a name or even a hint as to who the sender could be, suggesting that your classmates have taken every precaution necessary to avoid being hunted down by the haintani brothers and stuffed into a body bag.

you just laugh wryly as you tuck yet another written confession back into its designated envelope. you highly doubt that rindou has even noticed, much less that he cares. you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to join rindou in a relationship, but still… sometimes, you wish that he would pay a bit more attention to you—or, at least that he would ask you about what’s going on.

but, what you don’t know is that rindou is most definitely aware.

it had taken him some time to realize exactly what was going on, and ran had been the one to set him on the right track by pointing out some of your classmates’ unusual behavior, but over time, he started picking up on it himself. he noticed how some of your female classmates would subtly let their hands wander when embracing you and how they would cling to your side and ask you to hang out at their houses after school; he noticed the yearning, lingering glances that would be cast after you as you strolled down the hallway; he noticed how some of the boys would intentionally drop their supplies so that you would kneel to help them pick it up; he noticed how some of the girls scrambled to their feet to trail after you like a row of ducklings when you announced that you were going to change out of your gym clothes; he noticed—fuck! what the hell is he doing? what the hell are you doing? what the hell is going on?

he trusts you. he knows that you would never intentionally land yourself in a compromising position, nor would you cheat on him. he’s rindou haitani, for fuck’s sake. of course, you’re wrapped around his finger. of course, you’re smitten with him and only him. of course, you would never cheat on him. it only makes sense.

still, he can’t stifle the white-hot irritation that boils in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees you interacting with your "friends.” he can barely fight the compulsion to sharply rake his fingers through his hair and tug at the strands, much less ward off the urge to march over to you and snatch you away from their sullied, perverted hands. why does he feel like this? what even is this feeling? his body is tingling with heat, it feels as though his heart is sinking to his stomach, and his palms are slick with perspiration--whatever this is, it has to stop.

unless… you don’t enjoy their attention, do you? no, no, that’s preposterous. you already have a boyfriend. you’d have to be delusional to be unfaithful to someone like rindou. he has it all. he’s strong, he’s… attractive, he’s… he’s… he’s… oh, shit, what else does he have to offer? oh, no. oh, no, no. wait, what does he care? he can score any girl he wants. they would be fortunate to possess even a shred of his attention. yeah, that’s right. that’s right. he doesn’t care.

actually, he cares a lot, and it’s a fucking inconvenience. yeah, he can reel in anyone he desires, but do they have your stupid smile? do they care about stupid shit like his wellbeing and treating everyone equally like you do? do they provide him with any weird, stupid need to memorize their favorite color or their usual orders for every restaurant or what they do and don’t enjoy? no, no, they fucking don’t. it’s just you, as feeble and hopeless as it makes him feel to admit it. the only girl he gives a fuck about is you, but apparently everyone and their momma also feels the same way. so, now, in his mind, he basically has to vie for your attention if he wants to keep you at his side, something that he believes he shouldn’t have to do.

still, even after his emotional breakdown and newfound enlightenment, he doesn’t say shit to you. he knows about the love letters, your overly affectionate female friends, and the underhanded tactics your male classmates utilize to strengthen their bond with you. regardless, he never breathes a word about it. he’ll walk your ass the whole way to your house, silent and seething, make sure you get safely inside, silent and seething, walk all the way back to his apartment, silent and seething, and then text you good night, silent and seething.

he’s ridiculous. ran knows it, you know it, i know it, and best believe that rindou knows it, too.

however, rindou hits his breaking point when he sees you bow apologetically to an underclassman beneath the cherry-blossom tree that’s famous for serving as the meeting place for confessions. no. fuck no. he’s let this go far enough. ignoring rindou’s perturbed expression as you return to his side, you don’t mention anything about the confession. rather, you’re quiet and noticeably weary as you tug on his sleeve in a weak attempt at urging him forward. rindou hesitates for a moment, the cumbersome silence stretching between you two sufficing as his way of tacitly offering you a chance to explain yourself. you don’t appear the least bit interested in any of your classmates, but you haven’t mentioned anything to him, either.

what’s going through your head right now? rindou’s left to ponder. are you waiting for him to say something? do you want him to act like the stereotypical boyfriend and storm onto the scene in a jealous rage to yank you against him? do you want him to ignore what’s going on? what, woman, what do you want?

even so, your classmates becoming a bit too bold for rindou’s taste. so, he decides to take matters into his own hands—you know, just in case these mfs forgot exactly who you have ties to. rindou doesn’t make any drastic alterations to his behavior, but it’s different enough for your classmates to understand that he’s noticed their brazen attempts at sweeping you off your feet and into the arms of someone who isn’t him.

he starts appearing at your side more often, shuttling you from class to class and even silently agreeing to hold your books whenever you need to pause to adjust your uniform or sip from the water fountain. rather than collecting his belongings and waiting for you outside of the school gates for you to join him, he now stops you with a hand and has you wait at his locker before accompanying you to yours. if that hadn’t been enough, he’s resolved to stray a bit outside of his comfort zone when it comes to pda, deviating from his decision to not touch you at school in favor of absently ruffling your hair when you greet him warmly and skimming a calloused thumb over the back of your hand whenever you’re sitting at your desk conversing with your classmates. keep it discreet, keep it classy, keep it nonchalant.

you don’t question the change in his conduct, simply choosing to bask in rindou’s attention and forget the troublesome, excessive love confessions you’ve been receiving. you do briefly entertain the possibility of your blank-faced boyfriend having caught on to the other students’ behavior, but you quickly dismiss it, figuring that even if he did notice, he wouldn’t care. he knows that you’re in a committed relationship with him. there’s no way he would be intimidated by some glittery ink and doodles of hearts... right?

you don’t realize what’s truly going on until a couple days later when you return to your classroom after school just in time to witness rindou scoff at a love letter he swiped off your desk and toss it in the trash can.

“rin?” you slide open the door and step into the room. “what are you doing?”

he blinks at you, violet eyes dark with something unreadable. “someone left a love letter here, so i threw it away.” he slowly makes his way toward you, each footstep calculated and silent. “what are you doing?” when you furrow your brows in confusion, he continues. “why didn’t you say anything about all these confessions?”

your eyes widen. “you noticed?” by the time he finally ceases his stride, the distance between you two is so shallow that you have to tip your head back in order to maintain eye contact. his broad shoulders obscure the light from the window, causing a shadow to tumble over your body as he towers over you. you feel like shrinking beneath the intense weight of his stare, but you don’t. you still need some clarification. “i genuinely thought you didn’t care.”

rindou’s brows raise in surprise. “you thought—alright.” he sighs and steps away from you, angling his body to stare out the window at the stragglers just now leaving the school. “why wouldn’t i care?” his eyes cut back to you. “you’re already in a relationship, but your fucking classmates keep making passes at you. what boyfriend wouldn’t care? well, whatever.” he sneers at the trash can. “love letters are for fools, anyway.”

“no, they’re not!” you scowl. “they’re sentimental. plus, i think they’re cute.” your lips curve upward in an impish grin. “you’re just mad that my admirers write better than you can.”

“if this is some desperate attempt to get me to write you a love letter, you need better tactics.” rindou places a hand atop your head, lightly pushing you away with a snicker.

you whine, snagging his wrist with a hand. “come on, just one? it doesn’t have to be a whole letter. it can just be a love sticky note or something.”

“hell no.”

“how is it that sixty percent of the school has written me one, but i can’t even get my own boyfriend to do it?” you huff, swinging your bag over your shoulder and moving to stalk out of the room. you yelp when you feel a hand clamp down on the strap of your school bag, stilling your movements with an iron grip. “hey!” you twist around to glare at him. “let me go. i have sulking to do.”

“if i write you one, will you stop acting like a child? it’s embarrassing.”

“really?” your eyes sparkle. “you mean it?”

“no.”

“this is a hate crime.”

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archibaldcurothers · 4 years ago

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Take the Long Way Home, Part Six

Author’s note: Sorry for the super long wait and thank you for your support and patience! I hope you enjoy c:

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The sun rose from its slumber, and so too did Sesshomaru’s rag-tag team of strays. Sesshomaru and Jaken were fully alert and ready to depart, but the humans were less eager. Jaken wasted no time chastising (Y/N) and Rin, condemning them as lazy and slothful for their comparatively slow rousing. (Y/N) stood up, annoyed by the small creature’s abrasive nagging, but ignored him as she stretched her tired body; Rin eagerly mimicked the movements. The two girls had slept well on Sesshomaru’s luxurious boa, and (Y/N) carefully gathered it up, brushing off any debris, and brought it over to his Lordship.

“Thank you again, it’s so soft! I think that’s the best sleep I’ve had since I came to your world.”

Sesshomaru showed no expression as he took back the fur. “I’m glad it was of use.”

(Y/N) smiled at him and then turned to go back to Rin and Ah-Un. Sesshomaru watched her, noticing her movement seemed more fluid and relaxed. The small comfort of the boa really did appear to have made a difference. As he wrapped it back around his shoulder, he found himself tensing. The movement of placing it had rustled up the scent of (Y/N) that clung to the fur, causing an aromatic cloud of sweet rain and florals to hang heavily in the air around him. The demon’s breath quickened ever so slightly, his mind adrift in a thick fog, and his slender fingers flexed and curled in a steady rhythm.

“My Lord! My Lord! Can you hear me!”

Jaken’s shrill voice pierced through the veil, and Sesshomaru looked to his servant with a severe gaze. Jaken shrunk away, taking on a meek tone as he pressed on, “Apologies, my Lord! You appeared as though you had been vexed; an impossible thing, to be sure! There is nobody who could possibly take such hold of you! I admit it was a foolish thing for me to have even considered but-”

“Let us go,” Sesshomaru interrupted.

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It wasn’t difficult to see that something was amiss about Sesshomaru. He had seemed fine at daybreak, but soon after, his demeanor had become tense. As the group had set off, following his lead, you had noticed him turning his face into the fluff of his boa, only to quickly jerk his head back away from it. You worried that perhaps you hadn’t cleaned it off as well as you ought to have. It had looked pristine, by your estimation, but you supposed a powerful demon would be able to perceive things your silly human senses couldn’t. Throughout the day, Sesshomaru periodically nuzzled into the fur adorning his shoulder, and each time, after a second or two, he would abruptly turn back away from it, as though it electrocuted him. Laying on the fluffy mass had been a treat, but you suspected you wouldn’t be allowed to do it again.

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Night fell once again. (Y/N) and Rin had taken to riding atop Ah-Un as their feet had become sore, and Jaken loudly mocked their weak human constitutions.

“You won’t find Lord Sesshomaru or myself needing such frivolous accommodations! You humans are all the same, soft and weak! Why, before the two of you, Lord Sesshomaru and I could cover three times the ground we do now! You’re lucky Lord Sesshomaru is so merciful as to allow you to ride atop Ah-Un or your enfeebled bodies would be left behind. On top of that-”

“We will rest here tonight.”

“Oh, of course my Lord! What a fine location you have chosen!” Jaken continued to yammer as Sesshomaru walked past him and over to Ah-Un as (Y/N) helped Rin dismount from the great dragon-like beast. In this small window, Sesshomaru caught himself turning his face into his boa, noticing that the scent from the morning was largely gone from the fur.

As soon as (Y/N) set Rin on the ground, the little girl skipped over to Sesshomaru. “I can’t believe we get to camp two nights in a row!” she beamed.

(Y/N) joined Rin and meekly offered her gratitude. “Yes, thank you. It’s very kind of you.”

Sesshomaru showed no emotion, but removed his boa and proffered it to (Y/N).

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You took it hesitantly, unsure why he was giving it to you again considering he had seemed put-off by it all day. Maybe he was telling you to wash it? Before you could get clarification, Jaken exploded with indignation.

“You would just stare at his Lordship when he is so benevolent as to give you his exquisite stole? The ungrateful nature of you humans!”

Sesshomaru stopped the angry gremlin’s tirade by speaking calmly to you, “It seemed that you were more well-rested after sleeping atop it. Use it again, if you like.”

“Thank you, Lord Sesshomaru,” Rin gleefully exclaimed.

“Yes! Yes, thank you, m’lord! This is very kind of you!”

He gave you a small nod and then turned away, walking to a nearby tree to sleep against. Rin helped you arrange the fur beside Ah-Un and the two of you laid down, the young girl cuddling up closely to you. You gave her a hug and she giggled with glee. This life was certainly more difficult than the one you had left behind, but it wasn’t so bad.

The two of you stared up at the night sky; the moon was full and bright. “Did I ever tell you that the people in my time have been to the moon?”

Rin bolted upright and regarded you with mock suspicion. You laughed at her incredulousness and assured her you were telling the truth. The girl had many questions.

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Sesshomaru listened to (Y/N)’s fantastical story that humans had climbed inside a large metal vessel and gone to the heavens to walk on the moon. That there had been a race between two nations to see who could get there first, that only very special humans had gone to the sky like this and they were called “astronauts”, and that (Y/N) was very passionate about the unfair demotion of a celestial body called “Pluto”.

He could hear the pride in her voice as she told Rin all of this; how proud (Y/N) was of the humans in her time and what they had accomplished. He wondered if she resented this time she had stumbled upon. Even the highest-ranking humans of this time were pathetic when compared to the heaven-roaming individuals she spoke about, and, as much as it wounded his pride to admit, even he could not visit the stars. If she couldn’t get back to her own time, was there any way she could possibly be happy in this one?

He silently cursed himself. (Y/N)’s happiness was none of his concern. It wasn’t his responsibility to keep her spirits raised. He put the thought from his mind, focusing instead on the sound of the leaves rustling on the tree. It was none of his concern. None of his concern.

#sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru fanfic #sesshomaru #inuyasha fanfic #sesshoumaru #sesshoumaru x reader #sesshomaru x y/n #Sesshoumaru x y/n #take the long way home #ttlwh

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cafeinthemoon93 · 4 years ago

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Omg thank you sm for tagging me in this @mithology-marveloholick @dinainwater @florssils I love you too 🥺🥰

@kaiseaya @fandomgirl800 @tobiramasimp @tobirawrma

Let's spread some love: tag your favorite people/bloggers and let them know how appreciated they are 💗

oh i hate these because i’m always afraid i’ll forget someone (but the sentiment is nice!)

@waywardbaby @supernatural-jackles @deanwanddamons @negans-lucille-tblr @lovealways-j @evanbukley @evansrogerskitten @nihilism-sophia @samdeanbitchjerk @kittenofdoomage @luci-in-trenchcoats @im-lovestruck

i feel like i’m forgetting people and i’m sorry if i actually did! love y’all ♥️

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wooobuddyletsgetnasty · 5 years ago

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RULES: (there are few, but they are important!)

The names of the character chosen will be placed next to the kink.

IF THE KINK HAS TWO NAMES NEXT TO IT, IT HAS BEEN TAKEN. DO NOT SEND MULTIPLE. I WANT EVERYONE TO HAVE A FAIR CHANCE.

There will also be NO repeat characters. There has to be a new character for each kink 😋

FANDOMS YOU CAN REQUEST FROM:

I will write for all characters, from anything listed below, my thirst does NOT discriminate lmaooo

BNHA

NARUTO

MORTAL KOMBAT

ATTACK ON TITAN

DC CHARACTERS (anyone related to Batman preferably)

And goooo!

KINKTOBER PROMPTS:

1. Biting- Sasuke, Itachi for @topsyturvy-dream

2. Degradation- Madara, Dick Grayson

3. Spit- Genma, Yamato for @tenzoismytree

4. Bondage- Inoichi, Sasori

5. Oral (giving or receiving pls specify) -Bakugou , Deidara

6. Mirror Sex- Itachi, Sai

7. Angry sex- Shoto Todoroki for @softiekage , Shisui

8. Spanking- Jiraiya, Lady Tsunade

9. Slapping- Hidan, Sir Nighteye

10. Orgasm Denial -Tobirama, Obito for @floral-laurel-posts

11. Nipple Play- Kakashi, Konan (her nips pierced 👀)

12. Dirty Talk- Kankuro, Jason Todd

13. Worship- Gaara, Minato

14. Sleepy Sex- Naruto, Choji

15. Knife play- Kabuto, Orochimaru (I hate it here)

16. Lingerie- Hawks, Mina

17. Clothed Sex- Rock Lee, Yamato

18. Scratching- Nagato, Ten Ten

19. Breeding - Shino, Reiner

20. Pet Play- Ino, Temari for @yamihere004

21. Voice kink- Kisame, Tokoyami

22. Temperature Play- Dabi, Bruce Wayne

23. Hair Pulling- Shikaku, Pain

24. Humiliation - Shikamaru, Kakuzu

25. Shoe licking- Erwin Smith (ps I was so excited I actually squealed when I saw this one 🥴), Endeavour

26. Comfort Sex- Iruka, Connie

27. Quicky- Kiba, Asuma (cheating fic 👀👀👀)

28. Sloppy Sex-Izuku, Kirishima

29. Daddy Kink- Might Guy, Levi

30. Public Restroom Sex- Neji for @florssils , Jean for @sanemisthiccbih

31. After Injury Sex- Hashirama, Sero

#send me asks #yes yes yes #KINKTOBER #bnha smut #naruto smut #attack on titan smut #batman x reader #mortal kombat x reader #bnha x reader #naruto x reader #attack on titan x reader

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ayyyez · 4 years ago

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👉🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹👈

ohhh so many roses I’m running out of non-spoiler content to share lmao

‘You are not alone in this.’ He took a step toward her. ‘I know, alright? I have walked to the very edge and I have looked into the darkness. If I had taken one more step, I would have fallen and stayed in it forever. But no matter how close to the edge I got there was always someone waiting to pull me back.’

‘I once begged you to put a kunai through my heart and you spared me. Was that compassion or cruelty, I wonder?’

For every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

#ty for the rose #WIP things #WIP reblog #florssils #Ask

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sxlver-sweet · 4 years ago

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Hey, can I request Hanma, Mucho, and Senju with a girlfriend who has bimbo energy but can still sniff out someone’s intentions from a mile away and react accordingly? Like she’s girly and cute and sweet and bubbly and still an airhead with common sense and school, but she’ll be uninterested and sarcastic when guys try to take advantage of her. Thank you in advance.

— BUBBLEGUM BITCH <3

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ROSTER . . . shuji hanma, yasuhiro muto

SYNOPSIS . . . them w/ a bimbo gf who doesn’t take too kindly to disrespect

CONTAINS . . . swearing, suggestive content

NOTE . . . the reason that senju is no longer part of the request is stated here. also, this is my first time writing for both hanma and mucho, so i’m very sorry if this is out of character.

ADDRESSED TO . . . @kuroiza @sanelly @dazaisusedbandages @florssils

lowkey kind of an iconic couple

HANMA is the type to kiss you roughly right after you touch up your lipstick and laugh when the bright color smears onto your cheek. mf won’t even apologize. he’ll just stand there with his chin angled downward and hands stuffed into his pockets while you whine about how mean he is, your expensive heels clacking loudly as you stomp back into the bathroom to fix your ruined makeup.

i also feel like he licks the highlighter off your cheek just to hear you complain, but that’s just me

he had to wear a mask when entering your bedroom for the first few times he visited your home, because the scent of candy and perfume was so strong that he developed a headache and had to lay down. now, whenever he climbs through your window and you aren’t at home, he shakes your perfumes and takes his time smelling all of them as he waits for you to return.

pls the amount of times you thought he was cheating on you because he came downstairs to greet you smelling like perfume

initially, hanma had worried that you would lack an awareness of other people’s intentions. but, soon he understood when he left a store and saw you sitting exactly where he left you, perched on a wooden bench and staring into the frothy, pink drink he’d purchased for you a few minutes ago. a man was towering over you, one hand braced on the back of the bench as he leaned far too close to your face for his intentions to be anything other than disrespectful. still, despite the stranger whispering salacious promises into your ear, you were clearly preoccupied. your tongue peeked from your lips in concentration as you scraped your straw against the bottom of the plastic cup, eyes half-lidded with boredom and face slack with disinterest. after a few more seconds, you abruptly rose to your feet, unperturbed by how the man had to stumble back in order to avoid having his nose cracked by the top of your head. you disposed of the empty drink before returning your empty stare back to your harasser’s, one finger hooking under the lustrous, silver pendant of your necklace and flaunting the name “hanma” in swirly cursive. without another word, you collected your things and headed toward where your boyfriend was watching the scene unfold. upon spotting him, the brilliant twinkle in your eyes flickered back to life and the spring in your step was restored, the name necklace bouncing against your chest as you skipped up to hanma.

maybe he doesn’t have to worry so much, hanma realized as you collided with his chest, your arms cinching around his slim waist as you welcomed him back. you may be an airhead, but you aren’t a total idiot.

don’t even get me started on the unnecessary ego boost this supplied him with 🙄

pls y’all talk so much shit about people 😭 it usually stems from hanma whispering in your ear about how obvious it is that the woman glaring daggers at your from across the room wishes that she could take your place, or how the waiter who just stopped by your table purposefully dropped your spoon so that you would have to bend over to pick it up.

you two are such a powerful combination oh my gOD. most people won’t dare to defend themselves, even if they hear you giggling and see hanma gesturing toward them with unabashed brazenness. the taunting pout gracing your strawberry-glossed lips, the way you flutter your eyelashes with faux innocence, the condescending, possessive air with which hanma places a hand on your knee or squeezes your hip, and the shocked widening of his eyes when he listens to you whisper into his ear with a manicured hand concealing your mischievous smile--pls, the energy

y’all are some bitches, fr😭

he’s definitely gone through your makeup before. you’ll be sitting in front of your mirror, humming to yourself as you blend out your eyeshadow, and hanma will be stretched out on your bedroom floor behind you, the contents of your makeup bag strewn around him as he squints lethargically at the labels. he definitely refers to your highlighter as “sparkly shit,” and, regardless of how many times he paws through your makeup, he will always be dismayed by how many brushes you use.

“don’t you just need… like, three? the fuck are these for? they’re all the same.”

he’ll let you put makeup on him every once in a while, but not without a fight--it’s not because he hates it, though. he just thinks watching you struggle to overpower him is cute. hanma would die before passing up a chance to tease you. the way he surrenders is strategic--his resistance always ceases when you force him onto his back, and he’ll refuse to move from that position. this forces you to straddle his chest, giving him free range to squeeze your thighs or pinch at your ass to startle you whenever you’re tracing his eyes with black liner or carefully applying mascara.

he thinks it’s funny. you do not.

i feel like he also twitches just to see the sheer panic on your face as you tentatively check to see if you accidentally stabbed his eye with the mascara wand.

he’s such a little shit. whenever you blow a bubble with your gum, he always pops it just to see your nose scrunch in irritation. he’s also the type to slip the lollipop you’ve been sucking on from your lips and pop it into his own mouth, leaving you stunned and cheeks burning as you try to process what just happened.

he’ll purposefully withhold kisses from you just to watch you get all worked up. you’ll be clinging to his arm in a skimpy, little dress, doe eyes pleading and red-tinted lips puckered. “give me a kiss!” you whine. when he merely hums in response, you lean onto the toes of your heels, trying to reach his lips. “quit being mean!”

“only if you tell me about photosynthesis.” hanma offers with a taunting grin. you sputter and wrack your brain for the correct response, but hanma is already fully aware that it’s too complex of a concept for you to wrap your pretty, little head around. all he actually wanted was to watch you deflate in defeat, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes and threatening to ruin your eyeliner. only then will he oblige, bowing to press a kiss to your wobbling bottom lip.

whenever you’re out in crowded areas and you start to wander off, hanma will hook a hand around your waist and tug you back, telling you with a coy smile, “i don’t think so, doll. you’re stayin’ right here.” under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t mind if you go do your own thing. however, not only do you have a tendency to get lost in large crowds, but there’s no way in hell he’s letting you saunter off in those little miniskirts you prefer to wear. it’s bad enough that the slightest breeze would be enough to lift the fabric and reveal your panties; but, in a crowd like that, there’s bound to be some moronic deviant who’s fully prepared to utilize the anonymity of numbers in order to feel you up.

he vividly recalls having warned you of such things--the wind, especially--before you left the house; but, you just beamed at him and told him that the forecast said it was supposed to be sunny. figures.

shut up, the contrast between you two is so funny

the expressions on the other gang members’ faces as they analyzed the both of you were priceless. there’s MUCHO, who possesses the muscle composition of an ox, can bodyslam two fully grown men without breaking a sweat, and is known for his generally impassive, intimidating expression. then, there’s you, who’s frivolous and ditzy, constantly clings to mucho’s arm and toys with his fingers as you whine discreetly for his attention, and looks like a fish out of water in those sparkly heels, baby pink romper, and whipped-cream-topped beverage that threatens to fly out of your grasp as you babble to hina about what color you want to dye your hair

all the members just 🧍

but then they watched you stare blankly at some guy who complimented how your ass looked in your bedazzled jeans and deadpan, “why don’t you shut the fuck up?” and then they were like “oh”

as quiet and nonchalant as he is, mucho loves seeing you in your element. most of the time, you assume he isn’t paying attention, but believe me, he is. whenever he sees you bounce around the beauty aisle, starry-eyed and ecstatic as you obsess over how some celebrity just started endorsing your favorite makeup brand, his eyes soften, and the corners of his lips quirk upward in a small, easy smile. if you turn to ask him which lipstick color he prefers, he’ll just place a hand atop your head to ruffle your hair and tell you, “both” before continuing to meander down the aisle at his own pace.

pls he lets you get away with so much. if you’re searching for a gift for a friend, he’ll let you perform swatch tests on the back of his hands, but only if you keep wet wipes in your purse so he can scrub off the products later. on more than one occasion, you’ve drawn a circle on his palm and shoved him out the door, tasking him with purchasing a set of hoop earrings that match the size of the circle scrawled on his skin. he usually just rolls with it, too.

mucho would rather you not accompany him to toman’s meetings--for safety precautions, obviously; and, totally not because of the time you shaved ten years off his life when you almost spilled your drink all over mikey. but, if he happens to allow you to tag along, he’ll ask you to sit quietly with emma and wait. you comply, because although he doesn’t say it, you know he’s exhausted but tolerates the stupid shit you say and the pointless questions you rouse him for in the middle of the night, regardless. he puts up with a lot from you, so doing your best to follow his instructions is the least you can do.

he would be lying if he said that returning from tense meetings to see you dutifully perched upon a concrete flower bed with a cherry lollipop resting on your tongue and manicured fingernails tapping away at your phone doesn’t make his chest swell with fondness. mucho knows it’s difficult for you to remain in one place and not get sidetracked, so he appreciates the effort you make to remain conscious of the requests he’d made from you. plus, there’s just something oddly rewarding about knowing there’s someone voluntarily waiting and searching for him among the sea of black and gold just so they can walk home with him. when you spot him ambling toward you, you hop off the concrete wall to meet him halfway, all doe-eyed and saliva-glossed lips as you pop the sucker from your mouth to innocently offer him a taste.

you’re lowkey killing him, but it’s okay LMFAO

speaking of rewarding, there are certain nights where you’ll offer him a taste of life with a loved one--a chance to experience a different side of you that the rest of the world remains ignorant of. as much as he enjoys seeing you all dolled up, there’s something strangely… domestic about seeing you at rest. your skin soft with lotion and hair dark with lingering water droplets from your shower, the loose strap of your tank top drooping off your shoulder and sleep shorts wrinkled from having been crammed haphazardly into a drawer, white foam from your toothpaste pooling in the corners of your lips as you explain to him the difference between “vanilla lace” and “bare vanilla”--moments like this are ones his brain file away for extra incentives to see things through… extra incentives to do whatever it takes for him to make it to the point where he can freely indulge in the life of domesticity he’s secretly taken an interest in.

sometimes, he feels guilty for basking in the saccharine warmth of what it’s like to be loved, knowing that his morals have been warped by the life of betrayal he leads and that he’s the last person who deserves a faithful, steadfast partner. but, you never give him much time to allow negative thoughts to cloud his mind. when he starts to zone out, you materialize before him, hands sliding affectionately over his shoulders to lock your fingers around the back of his neck as you climb onto his lap. the skin-to-skin contact snaps him out of his thoughts just in time to feel your petal-soft lips press a chaste kiss to his cheek. his eyes will flicker to you questioningly, only to realize that you’re in the middle of lecturing him on what fragrance notes would best compliment him, completely oblivious to the internal conflict raging in his mind.

he cracks a smile. it’s absurd how you’re able to diffuse his pessimism with nothing more than the slightest of touches. the most amusing part is that you don’t even realize you do it. it’s like you just… know. he sighs heavily and allows his head to fall wearily onto your shoulder, shivering slightly as your nails lightly scratch at his back through the material of his shirt. the vibrations from your vocal chords skitter along his temple as you continue rambling on about god knows what, your voice lulling him into a state of tranquility that teeters precariously on the edge of slumber.

he isn’t too keen on going on shopping sprees with you, mostly because it’s difficult to keep up with your scattered thoughts and abundant energy as you dart from shop to shop. the only two reasons he goes with you are to carry your bags and to ensure that you don’t land yourself in any misunderstandings or compromising situations. someone has to keep an eye on you, he reasons. even so, he mostly just parks his ass in the “boyfriend chair” and monitors your surroundings until you’re prepared to leave.

when it comes to getting your nails done, he’ll drop you off and pick you up, but he usually doesn’t stay unless your appointment is only supposed to last about twenty to thirty minutes. it’s fucking hilarious watching the customers and nail technicians gradually become more and more frazzled seeing this linebacker-built-ass man straddling a motorcycle in one of the handicapped parking spaces, eyebrows furrowed against the afternoon sun in an expression that could probably kill if you strayed too close. so, you can imagine their shock when you ignore their concerned warnings and stroll out of the shop, only to go skipping up to him with a bright smile to show off your newly painted nails.

one time, he allowed sanzu to accompany him on one of your dates, wanting his close companion to meet and befriend you early on in case mucho ever needs him to shelter you or take you somewhere. he’d anticipated a number of possible reactions from you, ranging from you holding his vice captain at an icy distance to you finding peace in the quiet, kind aura that sanzu commonly exudes.

what he hadn’t expected was for you to squeal and fling your arms around sanzu’s neck in greeting, thoroughly shocking both the fifth division captain and vice captain. after exchanging a flustered glance with mucho, sanzu stiffly lifted a hand to deliver an awkward pat to your shoulder, only to tense when you swiftly pulled away. as bubbly as ever, you clutched sanzu’s shoulders, ignoring the uncomfortable wiggling of the masked boy as you pleaded with him to let you experiment on his hair and asked if he wanted to go shopping with you sometime in the future. it was only after you complimented his feathery, prominent eyelashes and called him “pretty” that realization dawned on the pair, leaving mucho to chuckle to himself while sanzu delicately explained that he is, indeed, a male. you didn’t miss a beat, quickly apologizing for misgendering him before continuing to promote your desire to braid his hair, regardless.

mucho just watched as you herded sanzu to a nearby bench, laughter still dancing faintly from his lips as you started running your fingers through an overwhelmed sanzu’s platinum locks.

you're certainly entertaining, that’s for sure.

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cafeinthemoon93 · 3 years ago

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Thank you @mithology-marveloholick I was really in need of hug rn 🥺💜💜💜

Hugging you and @fandomgirl800 @kuramakakashi @kaiseaya @honeypirate @glitteratti @tekutiger @florssils @dinainwater

And to some of you who have been tagging me in games: I'm sorry for not answering them, I just haven't had time/energy for it (but I love being remembered by you 💜)

i just gave you a hug, go hug someone else!!

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Heyy bbyy 💕 can i ask for some Ran and Rindou lying in readers lap pls make it fluffy and soft😚Thank you cutiee💕

— COME LAY ON MY LAP <3

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ROSTER . . . ran haitani, rindou haitani

SYNOPSIS . . . they’re insufferable, but deep down, they don’t mind being babied every once in a while

CONTAINS . . . swearing, mildly suggestive content on ran’s part

NOTE . . . your wish is my command, lovely <3 i need to stop writing so late at night. wtf am i talking about, it’s not even night anymore😭

ADDRESSED TO . . . @sanelly @kuroiza @dazaisusedbandages @florssils

“yep, the protagonist sucks.”

you sigh to yourself, eyes half-lidded and hazy with a cloud of drowsiness that makes the tiny font stamped to the page bleed together in an indistinguishable sea of black, a smudged watercolor painting of poorly portrayed emotion and dull character building skills. your fingers glide over the sallow, wilted pages of the heavy book resting in your lap. they dance and twirl precariously as you ponder all the ways that you would enhance the essence of the main character’s personality if you had the ability. but, you promptly grimace when you realize that you still have another half of the book to complete before you can critique anything thoroughly. your temple meets the glass windowpane to your left, the crystalline barrier wracked with vibrations from the constant downpour that rages outside. it’s been storming for hours now, foiling every attempt you make to fall back asleep with constant growls of thunder and brilliant flashes of lightning, and you’re sick of it.

you already knew that RAN sleeps like a man dead, but your boyfriend hadn’t even twitched a muscle when a clap of thunder threatened to rattle the entire apartment complex, much less than when you crept out of bed to search for something to occupy yourself. that’s probably why your soul nearly leaves your body when a flare of lightning illuminates a willowy silhouette looming in the doorway of the living space. alarm spiderwebs through your nervous system, spiking your heart rate and jolting your limbs into a convulsive dance that sends the book on your lap flying.

“motherf—ran!” you scold, recognizing his skinny-ass stature and the stupid grin that’s cast your way at the sight of your spasm. “don’t fucking do that! why would you...”

“i still don’t understand how you manage to be irritating at all hours of the day,” you rub the heel of your palm over your eye, lifting your head off the window. “no, it didn’t scare me. it just keeps me awake. so, i figured i might as well do something with my time.”

“then, i suppose i’ll have to keep you company.” ran sighs with faux disappointment.

“no, it’s okay if you’re tired. you can just go back to…” you shake your head as he nears you, only for your voice to be whittled away by perplexity when he settles into the vacant space beside you and stretches out across the cushions, draping himself over your lap in the process. you blink down at his tiny, self-satisfied smile, his head pillowed on your thighs and hands folded contently over his stomach. “no, get off,” you jostle your knees in a feeble attempt at dislodging him, “i’m reading.”

“is that right?” he hums, making no move to sit up. “but, if i remember correctly, you said the protagonist sucked.” your eyes widen at his cheeky reminder.

“you were there for that?” you inquire. “how long were you standing there?”

“long enough for you to have your staring-out-the-window-main-character-style moment,” he snickers. you immediately search for a pillow with every intent of smothering him, but he seizes your wrists before you can snatch up one of the decorative pillows. “such violence,” he grins up at you, unabashedly relishing the way your features pinch with effort as you try in vain to wrestle out of his grip. “you know, domestic abuse is a crime.”

“you are the last person that should be talking about crimes.” you laugh, pinching at his nose with the tips of your fingers. “now, if you could grab my book off the floor, that would be lovely.”

ran’s violet eyes flicker away from yours, lips pressing together as he mulls over your request. “hm… no.” any protests dissipate on your tongue when he lowers one of your wrists to his lips and plants a prolonged kiss to the inner area. your pulse hammers beneath his delicate, chapstick-softened lips—chapstick that you’re certain he’d swiped from your bedside drawer just because you’d instructed him not to. you feel your cheeks warm beneath the scorching intensity of his gaze. “if you want it that badly,” he challenges, the tip of his tongue barely flitting over your pulse point, “then get it yourself.”

“you—” your voice wilts at his suggestion, knowing damn well that in order for you to lean forward far enough to pick up your book, you would need to press your chest directly into his face. “no way. you’re not slick.” even so, your voice is devoid of any real venom, betraying the disfavored wrinkle of your nose.

“hm, i guess you’re stuck with me, then.” ran relinquishes his hold on your wrists, rolling onto his side with a delighted hum to press his face into your stomach. lean arms snake around your waist, and you find your smile softening at his brazen, childish antics. you smooth your hand over his hair, tucking the flyaway strands behind his ears with care.

“well, ‘s not the worst.”

there’s no reason he should be this heavy.

the thought skips through your brain on repeat as you stumble down the sidewalk, wheezes rattling through your lungs and steps unsteady beneath the ridiculous weight burdening your shoulders. you knew from the jump that you shouldn’t have allowed RINDOU to set foot outside the moment you noticed the rosy flush to his cheeks, the translucent, lachrymose overlay to his unfocused eyes, and the unnatural heat radiating from his skin when you pried away his hands to touch his forehead. it didn’t matter how adamantly he insisted that everything was okay or how his gait never wavered in consistency—it was clear that your boyfriend was ailing.

you’d dropped everything to tend to him. at first, the only resistance you received were sparse, quiet grumbles as you forced him onto the sofa and the petty gust of breath that he intentionally blew into your face when you suggestively tipped a water bottle to his lips and insisted that he drink something. if you hadn’t been masked, you would’ve whooped his ass left, right, and center, regardless of how ill he was. however, despite his insistence that he didn’t need you constantly hovering over him and that his sickness was nothing more than a mere cold, he had an interesting aversion to being left alone. whenever you would rise to your feet or turn away to swap out the lukewarm washcloth on his face, he would always ask you where you were going. it was quite a treat to see him burrowed beneath a mountain of blankets, only his head protruding to rest on your lap. his eyes had been dewy as he stared wearily at your stomach, eyelids fluttering slowly as you carefully threaded your fingers through his hair and murmured questions that you knew his head was far too stuffed with cotton to decipher. you could’ve asked him to propose to you, and he would’ve glossed over it entirely with a mumbled agreement. truthfully, he likely won’t remember any of this once his health improves, which means that you’ll have the absolute joy of witnessing him grimace when you recount how his snot stained your shirt and how he clung to you in his half-conscious state, wanting to be babied while you rubbed his scalp and lightly scratched your nails along his back.

things should have ended there. they really should have. unfortunately for you, rindou has never been one to easily concede. you two were supposed to go on a date today—a date that you two have been planning meticulously for days so that it would proceed without any snags or setbacks. rindou despises getting swept up in unnecessary situations and wasting time, and you just went along with his methodical planning because you wanted to spend time with him on a date that—for once—wasn’t either impromptu or treated by him as an obligation after you’d whined about not participating in the “normal” couple dates that your friends had boasted about. but, now that he’d contracted some kind of illness, there was no way that you two were going to be able to go on your date. it just wasn’t going to happen. you didn’t mind, though. you understood that it could be moved to a later date.

but rindou… rindou was another story. the moment you’d told him that you could reschedule your date for next weekend, he’d started struggling beneath the pile of blankets, claiming that he was fine to go on the date and that something as menial as the sniffles shouldn’t be enough to derail your plans. you weren’t having it, though. it had taken several instances of wrestling him back down before you silenced his little tantrum with a firm “we’re not going until you’re better.” only then did he yank the blankets over his shoulder and roll onto his other side to sulk like a child in his dark cocoon for a half hour until his stomach gurgled demandingly.

a couple hours later, you’d noticed that he was running low on medicine and started preparing to leave the apartment to search for more. rindou had insisted on accompanying you, even wobbling to his feet and carding his fingers through his hair to arrange it into some semblance of a tidy hairstyle. you’d tried to dismiss his demands and ease him back down onto the couch, but now that he had a grilled cheese and a bowl of soup in his system, he’d regained enough strength to make it clear that although he might not be in any shape to go on a date, he’s sure as hell going to make the trip to the corner store with you. you’d relented after your attempts to shove him back down failed miserably and your concerned warnings about how fatiguing the trip may be fell upon deaf ears.

if only you’d remained steadfast in your refusal to let him join you, you wouldn’t be in the situation you’re currently in. you wouldn’t have to be lugging your boyfriend back home after he’d promptly collapsed in the medicine aisle of the corner store. the fruits of your labor are hooked around your wrist via a plastic bag, the sharp corners of the medicine boxes spearing through the delicate plastic and stabbing at your chest with each rhythmic swing of the bag into your body. if that isn’t irritating enough, you’re incapable of making any adjustments because you’re too preoccupied with making sure that rindou doesn’t slide off your shoulders and crumple to the ground. he’s barely conscious and leaning on you heavily, one arm cast limply over your shoulders for leverage while you tighten a hand around his waist to ensure that he doesn’t slip out of your grasp. the only sign that he’s maintained some semblance of awareness is the slow, uneven trudging of his feet as he tries to keep up with you. his head lolls, neck slack, against your own, and you grit your teeth in frustration when you feel a bead of perspiration splatter onto the tip of your nose from where it had coalesced and dripped off his jaw.

never again are you taking rindou’s word for anything.

by the time you manage to haul his muscular ass all the way up to your apartment and clumsily unlock the door, your legs are trembling uncontrollably. your thighs burn, muscles buckling and spasming from excessive usage beneath rindou’s additional weight. your lungs ache from how desperately you’ve been pulling in oxygen, and your head is spinning from the consequential hyperventilation. your back collides with the door, slamming it in your wake as you collapse against the wooden slab and sink to the floor with the elegance of some ungainly ragdoll. due to rindou’s reliance on you to support him, he’s quick to follow, his knees folding beneath him as he slumps against you. you cradle his head in your lap and rest your head against the door, sighing with discomfort when you feel the intensity of the spasms and twitches in your muscles increase now that you’ve relieved them of their burden.

you don’t know when you dozed off. all you know is that when you regain consciousness, rindou is already awake and watching you through those narrowed, calculative eyes of his. you both are still on the floor, and his head is still reposed in your lap. but now, his formerly awkwardly angled limbs are rearranged into a more comfortable position better suited to the cold, undoubtedly painful environment. his eyes search your somnolent expression with a gaze that can only be deemed as unreadable in your weary state, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in what you assume to be perplexity. in truth, you don’t really know what the fuck is going on. you’re just tired.

“you’re a dumbass, you know that?” you grumble. “i hope you suffocate for what you made me go through.”

he doesn’t even flinch, the faintest of smiles ghosting over his lips. “ouch.” when all you do is roll your eyes, he continues. “so, why are we on the floor?”

“well, your stupid ass didn’t listen when i told you to stay home, and you collapsed at the store when i was getting you medicine.” you recall with a scowl. “i specifically warned you that the trip would be too much for you to handle—i told you! so now, because of your insolence,” you cup his chin, squishing his cheeks. his skin is still relatively hot to the touch, you note. all he does is quirk a brow and glance down at where your palm is pressed to his chin before quizzically returning his attention to your disgruntled frown, “i had to carry you all the way back home. you’re speaking a bit more fluidly, at least. are you feeling any better?”

rindou nods slightly. “yeah, a bit. my head’s killing me, though.”

“as it should,” you grumble, still upset about him having the audacity to pass out after he forced you to take him with you. “but, you’re not alone. plus, i got you some medicine, so it should ease up. my legs hurt like hell, and i’m pretty sure that i physically can’t stand up for a while.”

“oh,” at first, that’s all rindou says. without another word or even an apology, he shifts onto his side and scoots away from you so that his temple rests against your knees instead. you hum with surprise when he abruptly places his hand on your thigh and begins to slowly knead at the flesh with slender fingers. “here?” brain foggy with relief, you nod mindlessly. you can feel the heat from his feverish skin bleeding through your jeans, but it pales in comparison to how his massage is doing wonders for your tense, overworked muscles. it feels heavenly. up until this point, you don’t think you’ve ever received a massage from rindou, save for the few occasions where he would work his fingers against the base of your skull to soothe your headaches. but as you grin, humored by how effortlessly he has you melting into the rhythmic presses and drags of his fingers, you decide that this needs to be more of a common occurrence.

“feel better?” rindou inquires. you nod, only to gawk at him when his ministrations promptly cease and his touch disappears. he freezes at the dissatisfaction scrawled across your aghast features, hand suspended in midair on its way back to his side. “what?”

“no, keep going,” you mumble, taking his hand in your own and placing it back on your thigh. “please, it felt really good.”

he snickers but resumes his massage. “have i ever told you how needy you can be?”

“needy?” your lips curl into a mischievous smile at the mere mention of the word. “you want to talk about needy? well, then, do i have a story for you.”

rindou’s taunting grin is wiped off his face in record time.

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