Genma

Genma Shiranui here. Better remember the name, it'll be the one you're screaming later. Sidebar Credit

[mistressbrofely-archive-deactiv]

The Latte Boy AU || shiranui-genma

[shiranui-genma]

He takes pride in the appreciative sigh that escapes her, but her question catches him off-guard. His smirk drops. “I’m not stalking you or anything. It’s just- you’re in here every Wednesday, right? And you always come in right before my break.” He scratches the back of his neck and shoots a glare at the way Hayate snickers while he prepares the next customer’s order. 

[mistressbrofely-archive-deactiv]

A slender brow quirks up. “I never said you were stalking me, Genma.” She replies with a soft laugh. “And yes, I’m here every Wednesday to get myself a little pick-me-up courtesy of you~” Her eyes flick to the direction in which Genma was glaring and she caught sight of the other barista, offering him a smile as well. Attention turned back to the blonde in front of her she looks him over. There were a few buttons on his shirt that were left undone and his apron was tied around his wait. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and she could see a few tattoos peeking out from under the material. His hair was medium lengthed, clipped back but with a few wisps hanging out to frame his face. To put it bluntly, he looked…damn attractive. “Mm, well if you wouldn’t mind, could I possibly offer my company to you while on your break?”

[shiranui-genma]

"Well I do what I can." He leans an elbow against the foam machine and offers her his trademark grin. His attempt at charm faltered however, when his elbow slipped off the foam machine and he blinked at the raven-haired beauty. "Are you serious?" Hayate blinks at her as well with a look of disbelief. Genma adjusts his hair and straightens up with a cough. "I mean....sure, I guess you could tag along."

[rose-blushes]

[uchihas--revenge]

[platinumcosmos]

骨折

[shiranui-genma]

”I might need to have you make me breakfast more often”

"I could get use to that," she chuckled, her reply a little too quick and maybe if her words were all a lie she wouldn’t have been so embarrassed. But it was a subtle confession in her romanticized tone, one that she could have waved off as just as lighthearted if her eyes weren’t so wide and her internal scolding was written all over her stiffened figure. 

She let out a brisk cough as she carried the pans to the table and placed them on mats. Increasing the distance between them, so she could breathe a little freer, it was only when she moved away from him that she noticed she felt a little nervous around him, there was a giddy twitch in her elbows, a need to impress and please… but her want to seem calm and collected didn’t appreciate her little girl crush slivering in, “Help yourself, can’t keep up those muscles without your eggs, hey?” Ayame’s laugh came out a little strained.

[shiranui-genma]

Genma’s eyebrow quirks at the softness of her tone and he eyes her with unbridled amusement. She was cute, the way she could go from dutiful hostess to nervous teenager to innocently charming all in the space of a few minutes. At her question, he grins. “Taking care of me now, Ayame-chan?” He pulls her chair out, waits until she sits before sliding into the seat across from her. Eagerly, he begins piling up his plate, his stomach suddenly twisting at the prospect of such delicious food. 

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

She made sure to sip some orange juice before answering, her eyebrows fussing as they switched between frowning and raising. Letting her little finger cushion the glass before it hit the table with a dull thud, “Well, it’s not a problem, is it?” The brunette gave an uneven smile as she let herself calm a little more, chuckling at how eager he was to tuck it, “I mean if it is I can always talk all your food back…”

[shiranui-genma]

Defensively, he pulls his plate to the side out of her reach. "Ah, ah, ah. I never said it was a bad thing. It's just been a while since I've had some mothering." he jokes. 

[shiranui-genma]

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren’t proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. “Jesus Christ here we go…” 

[raiikiri]

A seizing heat tiptoed up and down young Kakashi’s spine, the all too familiar feeling of being watched. Although he took admittedly bizarre precautions to avoid being really seen, they often backfired and he was used to the curious eyes of strangers that stuck to him like arrows whenever he bothered to venture outside beyond the confines of his empty house. This stare felt different though, more intense and when he turned his eyes to meet that gaze he instantly recognized the boy from the Academy. His stomach clenched like a fist, the last thing Kakashi wanted was forced social interaction with someone he’d have to pretend to like. He dropped his gaze and walked past the boy.

[shiranui-genma]

Genma averts his gaze, expecting some scathing look or equal holier-than-thou air from the boy, but instead he passes without a word or second glance. In Academy, he hardly breathed a word unless it was to criticize form or technique. It was enough to put anyone off from getting close. That and everyone knew the stories. How the great White Fang had fallen from grace and dragged his boy down with him. Genma pauses and stares intently at the ground, his hands clenching into fists. All the time spent purposely excluding him, hating him for the fact that he’d always be better even though he was so much younger, then hating him more for the never-ending praise that Gai would give him. The boy grimaces and turns around. “Yo, Hatake!”

[raiikiri]

Kakashi stiffens, the out of place greeting pierces him straight through the shoulder blades, freezing him in his tracks. He wants to keep walking and pretend as if he didn’t hear, but the truth would be too obvious. Emitting a barely audible sigh, Kakashi turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at the boy. Shiranui….that was his name, right? “What do you want?”

[shiranui-genma]

Genma sucks in his teeth and frowns. He jogs up to where the boy is standing. “It’s called a greeting. People usually give them when they wanna have a conversation.” He pulls the sucker from his lips and forces a smile at the boy. 

[raiikiri]

Kakashi puts his hands in his pockets, a defensive mechanism his body had somehow adopted a long time ago without his permission. “What is there to talk about with me?” he asks unpleasantly. Already his skin feels itchy. If he was a different person, less put together, less concerned with the opinions of others he would turn and take off running. But his concerns for the thoughts of others are the thorns twisting around the wild roses of anxiety growing in the pits of his stomach and the main reason he doesn’t particularly enjoy interaction to begin with. They always look at him as if he is the ghost of his father. Always with such ugly, barely repressed emotion. Misplaced guilt? No…pity.

[shiranui-genma]

Genma draws in a breath to steel his nerves and try not to snap. "I don't know, how your day's going? How's training? Insert sarcastic joke here?" He prompts, hoping to crack him, even the slightest.

[shiranui-genma]

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren’t proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. “Jesus Christ here we go…” 

[raiikiri]

A seizing heat tiptoed up and down young Kakashi’s spine, the all too familiar feeling of being watched. Although he took admittedly bizarre precautions to avoid being really seen, they often backfired and he was used to the curious eyes of strangers that stuck to him like arrows whenever he bothered to venture outside beyond the confines of his empty house. This stare felt different though, more intense and when he turned his eyes to meet that gaze he instantly recognized the boy from the Academy. His stomach clenched like a fist, the last thing Kakashi wanted was forced social interaction with someone he’d have to pretend to like. He dropped his gaze and walked past the boy.

[shiranui-genma]

Genma averts his gaze, expecting some scathing look or equal holier-than-thou air from the boy, but instead he passes without a word or second glance. In Academy, he hardly breathed a word unless it was to criticize form or technique. It was enough to put anyone off from getting close. That and everyone knew the stories. How the great White Fang had fallen from grace and dragged his boy down with him. Genma pauses and stares intently at the ground, his hands clenching into fists. All the time spent purposely excluding him, hating him for the fact that he’d always be better even though he was so much younger, then hating him more for the never-ending praise that Gai would give him. The boy grimaces and turns around. “Yo, Hatake!”

[raiikiri]

Kakashi stiffens, the out of place greeting pierces him straight through the shoulder blades, freezing him in his tracks. He wants to keep walking and pretend as if he didn’t hear, but the truth would be too obvious. Emitting a barely audible sigh, Kakashi turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at the boy. Shiranui….that was his name, right? “What do you want?”

[shiranui-genma]

Genma sucks in his teeth and frowns. He jogs up to where the boy is standing. "It's called a greeting. People usually give them when they wanna have a conversation." He pulls the sucker from his lips and forces a smile at the boy. 

[shiranui-genma]

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren’t proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. “Jesus Christ here we go…” 

[raiikiri]

A seizing heat tiptoed up and down young Kakashi’s spine, the all too familiar feeling of being watched. Although he took admittedly bizarre precautions to avoid being really seen, they often backfired and he was used to the curious eyes of strangers that stuck to him like arrows whenever he bothered to venture outside beyond the confines of his empty house. This stare felt different though, more intense and when he turned his eyes to meet that gaze he instantly recognized the boy from the Academy. His stomach clenched like a fist, the last thing Kakashi wanted was forced social interaction with someone he’d have to pretend to like. He dropped his gaze and walked past the boy.

[shiranui-genma]

Genma averts his gaze, expecting some scathing look or equal holier-than-thou air from the boy, but instead he passes without a word or second glance. In Academy, he hardly breathed a word unless it was to criticize form or technique. It was enough to put anyone off from getting close. That and everyone knew the stories. How the great White Fang had fallen from grace and dragged his boy down with him. Genma pauses and stares intently at the ground, his hands clenching into fists. All the time spent purposely excluding him, hating him for the fact that he'd always be better even though he was so much younger, then hating him more for the never-ending praise that Gai would give him. The boy grimaces and turns around. "Yo, Hatake!"

[mistressbrofely-archive-deactiv]

The Latte Boy AU || shiranui-genma

[shiranui-genma]

It was just late enough that the morning rush of people desperate for a quick fix before their work day had died down, and just early enough that the lunch rush had yet to come in. The blonde was rushing to try to get the last of them out so he could head out on a break of his own. He was an artist when it came to this sort of thing, flipping whipped cream cans, and pouring caramel drizzle with an exaggerated flourish. It killed the boredom. 

An icy burst floods the shop and all he has to do is glance up at the clock to know exactly who it is. “10:55, on the dot.” He murmurs with a child-like grin. The barista sets about a new order, then nudges the man at the register. “Yo, Hayate, let me take over the register for a minute.” The other man coughs into his sleeve then rolls his eyes. “Right, it’s your Weirdo Wednesday.” He slips out of the way and Genma pats him on the back. “That’s why I love ya, man.” 

Genma helps the next customer and then it’s her, smiling at him in that enchanting way. He grins back and the toothpick between his lips flits from one side, then the other. “Your usual.” he says, pointedly, then hands the order he had already made. “Whipped cream, extra foam.” 

[mistressbrofely-archive-deactiv]

A mixed expression of mild shock and delight crossed her features as she took the cup from him, the hot temperature of the liquid inside warming her hands. “Am I that predictable..Genma?” She asks, slipping his name in. Fely swirls her drink a bit, letting the whipped cream and coffee mix before taking a sip, a soft, content sigh escaping her as the coffee slides down her throat and warming her body. ”Do I come here that often you know my order…and even the time I come?” 

[shiranui-genma]

He takes pride in the appreciative sigh that escapes her, but her question catches him off-guard. His smirk drops. "I'm not stalking you or anything. It's just- you're in here every Wednesday, right? And you always come in right before my break." He scratches the back of his neck and shoots a glare at the way Hayate snickers while he prepares the next customer's order. 

[shiranui-genma]

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren't proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. "Jesus Christ here we go..." 

[mistressbrofely-archive-deactiv]

The Latte Boy AU || shiranui-genma

It was yet another Wednesday for Fely, wake up, get out of bed, shower, get dressed, then head out the door. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Next on her daily routine was to make a quick stop at Starbucks to get herself a little morning pick-me-up. Heeled boots clicked along the ground as she made her way down the busy city street, making her way to the coffee shop near her apartment. A chilled breeze blew past, running its invisible fingers through her raven tresses as it passed, making her adjust the scarf around her neck tighter to shield her from the cold. 

She arrived in front of the shop and pulled the door open, being greeted with a burst of warm air. The brunette stepped in line and awaited her turn to order. The line wasn’t very long so her waiting time was minimal. Fely stepped up to the cash register and smiled at the familiar face of the male barista who somehow was always the one to take her order and make her drink. A warm smile settled on her lips as she glanced down at his name tag like she had done many times before. Genma, hm… Her gaze shifted back up to his honey colored eyes and her smile widened a bit. “I’ll have a tall caramel latte, please.”

[shiranui-genma]

It was just late enough that the morning rush of people desperate for a quick fix before their work day had died down, and just early enough that the lunch rush had yet to come in. The blonde was rushing to try to get the last of them out so he could head out on a break of his own. He was an artist when it came to this sort of thing, flipping whipped cream cans, and pouring caramel drizzle with an exaggerated flourish. It killed the boredom. 

An icy burst floods the shop and all he has to do is glance up at the clock to know exactly who it is. "10:55, on the dot." He murmurs with a child-like grin. The barista sets about a new order, then nudges the man at the register. "Yo, Hayate, let me take over the register for a minute." The other man coughs into his sleeve then rolls his eyes. "Right, it's your Weirdo Wednesday." He slips out of the way and Genma pats him on the back. "That's why I love ya, man." 

Genma helps the next customer and then it's her, smiling at him in that enchanting way. He grins back and the toothpick between his lips flits from one side, then the other. "Your usual." he says, pointedly, then hands the order he had already made. "Whipped cream, extra foam." 

[shiranui-genma]

”I might need to have you make me breakfast more often”

"I could get use to that," she chuckled, her reply a little too quick and maybe if her words were all a lie she wouldn’t have been so embarrassed. But it was a subtle confession in her romanticized tone, one that she could have waved off as just as lighthearted if her eyes weren’t so wide and her internal scolding was written all over her stiffened figure. 

She let out a brisk cough as she carried the pans to the table and placed them on mats. Increasing the distance between them, so she could breathe a little freer, it was only when she moved away from him that she noticed she felt a little nervous around him, there was a giddy twitch in her elbows, a need to impress and please… but her want to seem calm and collected didn’t appreciate her little girl crush slivering in, “Help yourself, can’t keep up those muscles without your eggs, hey?” Ayame’s laugh came out a little strained.

Genma's eyebrow quirks at the softness of her tone and he eyes her with unbridled amusement. She was cute, the way she could go from dutiful hostess to nervous teenager to innocently charming all in the space of a few minutes. At her question, he grins. "Taking care of me now, Ayame-chan?" He pulls her chair out, waits until she sits before sliding into the seat across from her. Eagerly, he begins piling up his plate, his stomach suddenly twisting at the prospect of such delicious food. 

[wasies]

I wake up wanting you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amber and see your eyes… I’ve caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I’m near you.

Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior (via urbankoi)

[jittys-blog1]

Raise your hand if your OTP has literally made you cry, like real tears, not like you just said it on Tumblr but actually cried tears of real unexplainable to your family tears.

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

"Bite me."

"Where?" An eyebrow raised and left eye twitching at the request.

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

The brunette found herself making all these coy faces with coquette purrs around the ninja. Heavy lids and the ever so slight flashes of skin- tiptoeing the line between innocent intrigue and clarity; flattered yet still defiant. “Oh? You have? Really? You’re awfully self-ass-” her voice hitched for a moment, sounds sliding back down her throat in a whimper as he sucked and her head rolled back as though it would hold the hum, “Self-assured.” Maybe it was for balance, or some other sort of leverage but she had ended up worming her arms around his neck, but not quite hooking him, as she challenged, “I think I’m up for some Russian roulette.”

[shiranui-genma]

A mischievous smirk twists his lips as he hears her stumble.”I like to think o it as confidence, not egotism.” He continues kissing a trail down her neck and pauses over her partially exposed collarbone to turn honey eyes on her. “Oh? Do tell~”

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

She tried to think straight, get the words out and ignore the heat rising up her neck and flushing her face, her nimble fingers twining and tugging at his flaxen locks, “Isn’t this a game you ninja game up with? I mean I didn’t come up with it… each person gets twelve moves, first person to scream or get caught loses.”

[shiranui-genma]

He grins and pulls away, casting an amused and interested gaze down at her. "I rather like that idea. But you're playing with a pro, doll." He takes a step back and shoves his hands into his pockets, a boyish smirk on his lips. "I'l give you a headstart and let you make the first move." 

[shiranui-genma]

It’s too damn cold for this. Genma buries his nose into his scarf as he tries desperately to reach for the string of lights just beyond his fingertips. Almost…almost…and the whole roll comes unclipped from the rooftop onto the ground. “Damn it!” He climbs the rest of the way up the ladder and settles himself down on a flatter part of the roof. Grumbling, he pulls out a cigarette and picks a piece of snow of his jacket. 

[spitfirekunoichi]

There’s a series of crashes outside and Vix pokes her head out from the storage closet curiously. “Genma?” Maneuvering around all the Christmas decorations lying around her small apartment, she finally makes it outside where she finds Genma lounging on the roof. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be helping!” Her lips curl into a scowl.

[shiranui-genma]

The blonde peers down at the woman currently yelling at him and cracks a small grin. “I had decorated the entire house beautifully and that wretched yelling made it all fall down.” 

[spitfirekunoichi]

Vix grits her teeth. “I will come up there and personally kick your ass, Shiranui. You owe me, for Kami’s sake.” Heaving a long-suffering sigh, she shakily climbs the ladder and plops herself down beside him, careful not to tip her already unsteady balance on the ice. Without warning, she punches him in the arm. “Why do I put up with you?” 

[shiranui-genma]

A plume of smoke leaves his lips as he chuckles at her. The jounin raises a brow as she plops down beside him. He winces and curls his lips into an exaggerated pout. "More like why do I put up with your abuse?"

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

"Bite me."

"Where?" An eyebrow raised and left eye twitching at the request.

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

Ayame couldn’t help but smirk, the feigned dominance in his tone contrasting his words, she licked her lips and looked up at him carefully. Winding her hand into her front pocket, grazing for a moment and holding eye contact before bringing her hand up with the lipgloss to reapply it with a heavy and helpless pout, “Oh what would they say? Poor old Genma losing to a little civilian… I’ve heard that you’re more of a winner-” she slipped the gloss back into her pocket and let the back of her knuckles run against his thigh as she brought her hand back out once more, letting a heavy breath rattle  against his ear.

[shiranui-genma]

There was something dangerous about the look in her eyes and in the delicious way she glossed her lips. “I’m sure they’d have plenty to say, but see…you’re not just another little civilian, dollface.” His slender fingers trail the underside of her chin, gently tilting it up. Her hand runs against his thigh and his grip unconsciously tightens slightly. “But you’re right, I am a winner. And I think I’ve just hit the jackpot.” He presses his lips to her pulse point and sucks lightly. “What do ya say, sugar?” 

[ichaicharaku-deactivated2016081]

The brunette found herself making all these coy faces with coquette purrs around the ninja. Heavy lids and the ever so slight flashes of skin- tiptoeing the line between innocent intrigue and clarity; flattered yet still defiant. “Oh? You have? Really? You’re awfully self-ass-” her voice hitched for a moment, sounds sliding back down her throat in a whimper as he sucked and her head rolled back as though it would hold the hum, “Self-assured.” Maybe it was for balance, or some other sort of leverage but she had ended up worming her arms around his neck, but not quite hooking him, as she challenged, “I think I’m up for some Russian roulette.”

[shiranui-genma]

A mischievous smirk twists his lips as he hears her stumble."I like to think o it as confidence, not egotism." He continues kissing a trail down her neck and pauses over her partially exposed collarbone to turn honey eyes on her. "Oh? Do tell~"