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indie hizashi yamada. shouted by tea.

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nya sorry ive been really busy lately but its my birthday today ? send me a bunch of rats 

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new meme which bizarre outfit from the fall winter 2018 gucci collection would ur muse wear ( shop men // shop women )

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tagged by: @erasedfear IVE BEEN CRYING ABOUT THIS FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES 

tagging: literally anyone reading this holy shit 

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whiphero: 

“That’s Mistress Kayama.”

She grabbed his chin, jerking it up to make him face her eye to eye; she wasn’t about to let him take control here. She was the one who was in control; it wasn’t his time to shine. She was the one in the spotlight now. Her hips pressed against his lap as she leaned forward, lips brushing against his ever so slightly as she spoke.

“I’m sure you’ll get used to it eventually, my pet~.” 

oh.

the pressure at his hips is enough to make him squirm just slightly, despite his fruitless efforts to stay put. he’s impatient; terrible at waiting, even for just a minute, because now his mind has crossed into a scandalous territory and all he wants is to get her even closer, kiss her, get some of this frustration out somehow--

he swallows thickly, an attempt to recompose himself, and although she has him directly looking at her, his eyes dart to the side.

            ❛ a-ah, whatever you say . . .  ❜

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 OH NO--

“Too busy for me? Hizashi, you disappoint me…”

In her straddled position, even the slightest movement might cause something to stir. It didn’t help that she was ever so slightly lowering onto his lap as she settled there, every movement brushing up against his own pelvis. She’d been skirting around the topic with him for far too long; it was time for her to pounce.

“Seems like I need to teach you a lesson…”

there it is-- she’s doing it again, that tone, expression, subtle shifts of the body, temptation incarnate. a significant flush has definitely formed on his features at this point and he brings his previously lifted hand downward to rest at her neck, careful digits trailing soft, exposed skin. it’s difficult for him to really figure out what he wanted to do, or what the political correct thing to say was, because his mind is fogged, distracted, and all he does is blurt out

            ❛ nemuri-- ❜

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me: u gotta stay on this blog monkey brain: villain oc  me, sighing and pulling out my tablet: 

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@presentvoice           “ … Mic. ”

          “ — … Don’t tell your mother. ”

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           ❛ KISS ONE ANOTHER ❜

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nemuri: 

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“Are you sure? Because we haven’t been able to be together in about a week or so…” She leaned her head in next to his own, lips right next to his ear. She wasn’t about to let Hizashi get away with leaving her in the lurch a few lunches, after all.

“Someone’s been a naughty boy, treating me like this~.”

he’s about to respond, mouth open to retaliate, before he sees her lean even closer, hot breath hitting his ear and neck. the whisper causes him to sharply inhale but hizashi quickly tries to shut his mouth, slightly embarrassed by his immediate reaction. this isn’t entirely new to them, this sort of playful banter, but he had not read the atmosphere well enough-- the blond was unprepared, and he can feel his face grow heated as moments pass. a smile promptly tugs at his lips, a nervous habit. 

            ❛ heh, i’m sorry, nemuri. you know i never want to mistreat you-- . . . things have just been, y’know! a lil busy . . . ! ❜

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She hummed, walking into living room with confidence before standing in front of Hizashi and slowly placing a hand on each side of him. She then moved forward, straddling his lap before taking his face in her hands. "Someone's been neglecting me ♡."

  well, this was certainly a surprise– not really a bad one, necessarily, but enough to startle hizashi in his spot. he looks up to her, large eyes widened, holds his breath in slight anticipation before he subconsciously releases a light laugh. a free hand lifts to brush against hers, fingertips grazing her skin.

        ❛ aww nemuri, i hope you’re not talkin about me! i would never do that to you… ! ❜                                                                                                          // @whiphero

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@tatemaehebi called my cell phone to tell me to block them, this is harassment,

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block me right now dont talk to me get away from me i hate you this is ooc and ic fuck you

           ❛ WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME IZA-CHAAAAAAAAN?????? ❜

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    so much so that if you      filled it with human love      or betrayal, it would break easily

                                                          IZAYA ORIHARA  //  ICARUS

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💏just fuck me up tbh

     ⇀ 12. in grief

     his ears are ringing. he’s laying flat on his stomach, trying to think passed the rhythmic throbbing in his head. his limbs feel weighed down with lead, && his vision is dappled with black && white spots. he’s peering through slanted pillars, && it takes a moment’s contemplation for him to rip his goggles off his face, tossing them aside. there’s a twinge in his arm as he moves; after a brief assessment, he can conclude the following: he has a concussion — severity unknown — his arms ache, but they aren’t broken. a quick twitch of each leg reveals his right is most certainly broken.

               fuck.

     shouta braces himself on his elbow. the ringing in his ears subsides enough that he can just hear the panicked voices of civilians beyond cracked concrete walls. brushing a strand of hair from his face, shouta notices the undeniable peak of hizashi’s blond hair.

     he pulls himself across the debris-littered floor. he can’t recall exactly what transpired — he doesn’t care — he simply wants to get to hizashi now.

     hizashi looks no better than shouta does; battered, bruised, bloody, && not breathing.     “ Mic. ”     shouta shakes hizashi’s prone body.     ( no reaction. )     “ Hizashi. ”     shouta repeats his name — a mantra, growing more intense with each word spoken — but, he gains nothing. eventually, he develops the sense to check for a heartbeat, but even that is fruitless.

          “ HIZASHI! ”

     shouta weakly pounds at hizashi’s chest in a hopeless attempt to strike     life     into his friend. a seemingly endless span of time spent pitifully trying to bring hizashi back. shouta can hear clearly now, && the silence is too much. he needs a voice. he needs     hizashi’s voice.

     he stays hovering over hizashi even when rescue arrives though, he doesn’t acknowledge it. he refuses to, gently removing hizashi’s cracked glasses for the sole purpose of pressing a trembling, tearful kiss to the corner of his eye.

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