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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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KIROKAZE

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@kindspirxt-blog
Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.
There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.
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I keep going missing I’m so sorry. I was in the hospital all week because I had surgery, but now I’m home and I’m feeling better than I have in months. Bear with me ^^
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Like Mother Like Daughter (ง'̀-'́)ง
The scars on my body tells a story of war
"Mom, I have a problem." She says very seriously while entering the kitchen.
“You can tell me anything, Hima.” Hinata set down the spatula and gave her attention to her daughter.
“It’s… Just… What should I give to a boy for Valentine’s day?” She blushes and scratches her red cheek with the finger. Her mom is the only one to who she can ask something like this.
“Someone caught the interest of my little sunflower?” a smile grew, “Well it is best to give him something from the heart. Do you know whath e likes?”
She lower her gaze to her hands, that are put together in embarrasement. “It’s not a big deal.” In times like this she can be as shy as her mom. “Not really, that’s why I came for help. What should I do?”
“I made your father a scarf.” more times she would like to admit, “I wanted to pour my heart into something just for him. Is that something you would like to do too, Hima?”
“Where do you think you’re going? You are staying right here. You’re too sick to go anywhere.”
“But Hima, I have to get things to prepare dinner. You know how moody your brother gets if food isn’t on the table at a certain time.”
She rolls her eyes. “He will live, we have a lot of ramen in the cabinet anyway.” Their dad loves ramen and keeps them storaged for emergencies. “I can make something if he insists, but you have to rest. There is anything you need?”
“I don’t need anything at the moment, Hima.” Hinata offered her youngest child a small smile before dropping her bag and going back to the couch, “It isn’t very often that mothers get to take sick days.”
“We probably didn’t made it very easy too, we have dad’s energy after all.” Her mom is right, she doesn’t remember to see her sick when was a kid. Hinata probably hid that from them, if she had said something maybe they would have settle down for a while. “I’m going to make some tea, why don’t you go back to your room?”
“When you have your own children, you’ll understand what I mean.” Hinata let out a soft chuckle before turning her head to cough. She appreciated her daughter being so caring towards her since she was so used to caring for everyone else. “Alright, Hima. I’ll go to bed.”
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“T-That make sense.” she stuttered in embarassment, “I suppose I can hold off buying some for now, I’ve been walking everywhere just to find a shop when there weren’t any to begin with and now I need to eat.”
“The stands are just as good though.” He simply stated, scratching the back of his head. Then brightly smiled and clasped his hands together. “Plenty of good places to eat though!”
She couldn’t help but to smile back at the stranger,”I never introduced myself. I’m Hinata Hyuga of the Hidden Leaf. And you are?”
G R O W T H
“Boruto, you’re back from your mission already? I’m making your favorite for dinner.”
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“Really?!” He smiled up at his mother, “Thanks, Mom! And the mission went well, if ya ask me. Super easy.”
“I’m sure your father was happy to hear that as well.” Hinata set down the spatula and crossed the room to give her son a hug, “Himawari is with Kiba and will be back soon, why don’t you wash up. Dinner will be finished soon.”
"Good morning. No, don't get up. It's raining, let's stay in bed a little longer..."
“I figured it would after how it looked last night.” Naruto chuckled. “So what should we do if you wanna stay in bed a little longer?” He asked.
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“I won’t cut it for quite a long time.” Hinata giggled and rested her head against his chest to hide the blush that started to brush up on her cheeks, “It is hard for me to keep my hands off you too y’know. We have the entire day to ourselves to do whatever we want. It would be nice to get some food in our system while we cuddle by the fire. I could heat up the leftover ramen from Ichiraku’s.”
“I find it hard to keep my hands off you too.” Naruto said as he let his hands move from her hair to the other parts of her body, slowing moving over her curves until they rested upon her rear, giving a soft squeeze since Naruto couldn’t help himself and once he got his fill, he moved his hands off and back to the soap. “Best we get cleaned up and that sounds great.” He smiled.
“And then you can have me all to yourself.” Hinata returned his smile before going on the tip of her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. With a small blush on her cheeks she reached over to grab the shampoo bottle and began the process of washing her long, dark hair.
Reblog if you’re alright with creating new verses or AU’s to interact with other RPer’s!
While your muses might not be from the same universe or be able to interact easily, things can always be worked out if the muns collaborate and talk with each other!
PLEASE, PLEASE Reblog if You're a Roleplayer That Believes Mun and Muse are Two Separate People.
Some quiet moments for your ships
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Reading together. Gently running their fingers through the other’s hair as they read to them in a soft voice. Silently listening to the other as their voice slowly falls into a natural rhythm and they are immersed in the story they’re bringing to life.
Walking together. Interwoven fingers and shoulders brushing together as they walk. Not even needing to speak, because a simple look or the slightest change in body language is already a conversation.
Sleeping together. Hushed breathing and feather-light touches when one wakes before the other. Rolling over and unconsciously curling closer into each other because even when they sleep, they are in love.
Watching TV together. Volume turned up just enough to be heard without dominating the atmosphere. Absentminded little touches, gentle fingers slowly running over the other’s arm or thigh without realizing it.
Stargazing together. Infinite space spread out above them, little pinpoints of light shining overhead. Hands resting close together, shared body heat warding off the night’s chill. Silent wishes being made in between soft whispers to each other.