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say my name

rengoku kyojuro × fem!reader; 438 words

☞︎︎︎ third person pov ☞︎︎︎ warnings: none really; sad rengoku, angsty

characters: rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, sanemi shinazugawa, reader

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Rengoku had a rough time looking her in the eyes, or even being in the same room for that matter. When she walked in, he made a quick movement to stand and slip out, pretending he had never seen her walk in. The flame hashira stood in the doorway, glancing as she spoke with Sanemi, a bright smile on her face. Her hair was longer since he had last seen her, a different color too. 

Rengoku had a rough time looking at her because all he could remember was her broken whispers of pleas not to leave; to not walk away from something they had built so beautifully, but — Rengoku was never good at completely ignoring the face of danger. He walked up to her, bright smile plastered on his face and;

She looked up at him, her eyes carrying nothing but joy and happiness; the shimmer of jewelry on her left hand caught his attention and made his heart drop into his stomach in the blink of his unusually large eyes. 

"Rengoku-san, how are you?" 

The words sounded bitter as they rolled off her tongue despite the smile. No, don’t call me that. Say my name again. 

He couldn’t answer, his tongue felt too heavy; mouth too dry. This was his fault – he drove her in the arms of someone else. He told her it was easier for her to find someone normal, someone who she wouldn’t have to worry about coming home when they left that morning. He had told her he didn’t love her and she should find someone who did, but God, did it hurt when she actually listened. She was such a brat, all the time – never listened. Why did she listen this time? Why, the one time he hoped she didn’t, she did? 

She tilted her head, waiting for him to answer her question, but he didn’t. They both knew he wouldn’t. The bags under his eyes were enough to prove how he was. She turned back to her conversation with Sanemi and Tengen was quick to swoop in and tug Rengoku out of there. The larger man didn’t say anything when he noticed the drops fall onto the ground beneath nor when he saw the shudder of his shoulders. No, Tengen stayed quiet and wrapped his arm around the broad, shaking frame. So unlike you, he thought while his fingers ran along his back. So unlike you to look so sad. 

“Kyojuro?” She whispered, her hands clasped behind her back as she stood in the doorway an hour later. He was asleep before he could hear her say his name again.

part ii

[justmyownreality]

okay but like I always think of genma when I see your url and how bc of your pieces, I literally fell in love and look for him every time I watch naruto now and how you were one of my first friends on her <3

DHSLJSALKJ I'm honestly so glad people still associate me with Genma even though it's been FOREVER heheheh and ahhh I'm so sorry I have you now looking in the background because he does not show up often lol.

you are stuck with me now heheheh

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[strwbrrybxn]

Hi, first of all. CONGRATS TO 200+ FOLLOWERS🎉🎉🎉 You deserve it Ally ♥️ For the prompts: I know that I am a cheesy sap, sorryHow does "I'll be here to protect you." sound for Kakashi? Maybe one where he had a bad nightmare (again) but for the first time the reader sees him really panicky and frantic and he tries to hide so she doesn't see him like this. But she encourages him and calms him down by saying "I'll be here to protect you." (tho this boi doesn't need that at all ahahah). And she just has this smiling and precious aura And for the first time in a while he actually feels calm and not tense

Sorry if I did this wrong, I'm fairly new to Tumblr and I really enjoy your talent. Have a great day ♡

Kakashi — "I'll be here to protect you." 545 words

Ahhhh! You’re so sweet, thank you! ♡ Kakashi deserves all the protection, even if he doesn’t need it. I really hope you enjoy this. It's a little angsty, I got a little carried away. Kakashi is honestly one of my favorites to write for.

Kakashi woke up with a start, skin sticking to the sheets underneath him and a heavy weight against his chest. His fingers fumbled around, but they didn’t have to go far as they made contact with your arm. You were already so close to him, and as the haze inside his mind started to disperse, he realized your fingers were brushing through his hair. You were humming something, something soft; or maybe you were speaking. The muffled sounds of his blood rushing through his veins was too loud to decipher which one.

This wasn’t the first time he had awoken from a nightmare, and you’re certain it wouldn’t be the last, but this was the first time you slept beside him to witness it. You watched as he tried to curl away from you, as he tried to sit up, his bare back blocking your line of vision. You avoided touching his skin, avoided hovering and looking directly into his eyes, but he still turned his back to you, so you continued humming; watched every anxious tick, flinch and jitter of his nerves wave through his shoulders; watched the shaky inhale and exhale of his body as he heaved and tried to gulp down oxygen. But more importantly, you waited - quietly and patiently - and he didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t demand to know what was wrong, didn’t ask him a million times if he was okay as all the others did. You waited, humming that stupid song he said he liked when you guys went grocery shopping yesterday. He heard the bed rustle, the dip as your weight moved closer to him and he tensed, side eyeing you as you got out of the bed. He watched you walk to your closet, pulling out the hoodie you stole from his apartment two weeks ago. His favorite one, even if he didn’t wear it any more. You sat down on the floor in front of him, smiling softly as your eyes rested on his knees. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you slip your arms inside the sleeves, hands stuck under the fabric before you took his bare hands in your covered ones.

“Would you like some tea?” How could you speak so kindly to me? “I can make some quickly. Or maybe some breakfast. I think there’s a diner open.” He squeezed your hand, and you smiled so genuinely, so gently at him. His heart was pounding against his ribcage. You didn’t look him in the eye when you spoke again, and he was almost disappointed as much as he was relieved. “I’ll be here to protect you-”

Kakashi took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, cutting you off, and climbed off the bed. He sat on your thighs, legs wrapped around your middle and his head buried into your neck. He was so much bigger than you were, with his broad shoulders and toned thighs. Standing, you only reached up to his collarbones. So why - why in this very moment - why did he feel so small? Why did he feel so safe when he folded himself in half and curled in your lap?

“I can’t promise to keep the nightmares away, but I can promise to be here when they’re much too tough to bear.”

Ally's 200 Followers Prompts Event

[strwbrrybxn]

Hi!! Congrats on 200 followers!(I hope this is okay) For the event I’d like fluff #9 with Sanemi please! You worked so hard, I’m proud of you! 💞

Sanemi — “I think I love you.” college au: enemies to lovers, 527 words

ugh, my big angry man. I feel like I could write an entire book with this man as a main character. Thank you!! I hope it's all you wanted ♡

Stupid, stupid, stupid Shinazugawa for having a big mouth. You could strangle him – hell, you almost did when he guessed your little crush. On who? He doesn’t know, but he knows you have one and that’s bad. If he knew it was on him – oh no, you would probably bury yourself in the courtyard so no one would ever find you.

But the problem was that you and Sanemi did not get along, almost as much as he and Tomioka. Was it because you were friendly with Tomioka? Probably. But that’s his own fault. You were at each other’s throats every time you saw each other. It had been like this ever since you had met him.

You thought he was so cute, so intriguing with the scars that lined his face and what you could see underneath the half unbuttoned shirt. He caught you staring once. You figured it made him uncomfortable but when you went to apologize, he just muttered, "get out of my face," and turned away. You had tried week after week to speak to him, to try and get to know him but he never let you. He ignored you every chance he got and eventually, you were just as cold as he was. Befriending Giyu seemed to make it worse, and you just rolled with it.

Thankfully, you guys didn't run in the same friend group and only had one lab class together, so you didn't have to worry about seeing him outside of school, especially on the weekends—

But you were never lucky in life, so why would this be any different? Why, why, WHY was he standing in the kitchen of Giyu's apartment with a scowl aimed directly at you? His friends, and some of yours, were sat in the living room, unaware of what was currently happening.

You scrunched up your nose as you stared back before spinning around and stalking away from the room, ignoring his sudden calls of your name. Fuck, of all places he could possibly be. Of all PLACES!

"I'm talking to you, brat." His eyebrows furrowed as he followed you out onto the balcony.

"What?!" You heaved, staring at him with wide eyes. "What could you possibly need from me?"

"I just-" He huffed, his facial expression contorting to one of uncomfort. "I- I am not the greatest at words. But I think I feel something for you. I don't know how you weasled your way into my life with your annoying smile and your stupidly pretty face that I really hate looking at. I don't know how you got me thinking 'bout you every night and asking around to see what you like and-" he took another deep breath, finally picking his head up to see your grin. "I think I love you."

Much to his dismay, you giggled. Scrunching your nose up and sputtering out your giggle, you covered your mouth as best as you could.

"What's so fucking funny? My feelings?"

"No, but the way you confess is hilarious. I don't think it's love. But," you hummed, moving closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. "We can get there."

Ally's 200 Followers Prompts Event

[strwbrrybxn]

Hello! Congrsts for the followers!! Could i ask you a rengoku fluff number 7 for your

Event? Pleaseeee

Rengoku — "It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway." 226 words

ugh I love my spicy fire boy so thank you for this request

Kyojuro was a light sleeper. That's much you know is true, so when he tells you he was already awake when you happen to stumble out of your bedroom to sit outside in the dead of night, you're a little confused.

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway." He yawned, standing in the doorway of the estate, haori tightened around his shoulders as a breeze ruffled his hair.

"I don't know whether you're lying or being serious, but come sit with me."

"Me? Lie? Never." You patted the spot beside you on the engawa. Of course, the flame hashira obliges. He would never deny his partner anything they wanted. He'd burn the world if they asked him to.

When he plopped his body beside you, you pressed your head to his shoulder. His hands brushed through your hair, and you smiled, looking up at his sleepy face.

"Want me to tell you a story?" You whispered, shifting to have him lay on your chest instead. He nodded as your fingers threaded through the golden locks, but before you could start your story, you heard the light snores emanating from his mouth. Kyojuro would never deny himself the pleasure of sleeping in your arms. "So much for not being able to sleep." You giggled, closing your eyes and holding your boyfriend as he slept peacefully against your chest.

Ally's 200 Followers Prompts Event

[strwbrrybxn]

Hi, fluff prompt 2 with our underappreciated boi Yamato?

Yamato — "You smell really nice." 420 words

I love our underappreciated boi and I can't wait to explore more writing with him. I have so many ideas to execute.

Caramel. Burnt caramel. That's all he could smell and he could not for the life of him figure out where the hell it was coming from. He walked through the village with Naruto, sniffing every few feet. Caramel. He had smelled it before, but couldn't place where.

"Oi, Captain Yamato. Why do you keep sniffing the air?" The blonde questioned, eyebrow raised.

"I can't figure out where that smell is coming from." Naruto leaned in close to the shinobi, taking a big whiff of air before looking directly at him.

"It's your vest." And surely enough, when Yamato lifted it to his nose, the smell of burnt Caramel filled his nostrils. Oh God.

"Y/N-sensei smells like that." Oh no. What a mess. Yamato had spent all day trying to figure out how to talk to you; how to tell you how pretty you looked and if you wanted to go to breakfast with him.

"What better way to ask them out now than to say 'hey, I have your vest. wanna eat breakfast with me?'" Kakashi whispered, face buried in his book.

"Senpai–"

"Yamato!" Oh no. "I think we swapped vests by accident when we were sitting at the cafe." Yamato tried to hide; tried to burrow himself into his (your) vest and avoid this embarrassing moment, but he was far too large and you've already seen him. You tapped his shoulder, and when he spun around, he was met with your smiling face and his vest wrapped around your upper body. You unzipped it, slipping it off before handing it to him. Yamato's cheeks flushed pink and he shrugged off your vest.

"I'm sorry. I must have not realized I grabbed it when I left."

"Mm, yeah, that's okay. You seemed like you were in a rush."

"Wha-? Me? In a rush?" Kakashi snickered behind the wood style user and the glare he got in return had him grabbing Naruto and scampering off. You giggled, waving to the two before looking up at him.

"Again, I apologize." You just waved him off, smiling as you slipped your vest back on. Your nose instantly flaring and sniffing at the air. Yamato smelled of nature; plum trees and flowers. You grinned, cheeks dusting a deep shade of pink.

"You smell really nice. Would you like to get some lunch with me?" Yamato's cheeks darkened and he ignored the loud laughter coming from behind one of the stalls he was sure his senpai had hidden behind.

"I'd like that, a lot."

Ally's 200 Followers Prompts Event

[strwbrrybxn]

hi babes, perhaps Fluff prompt 4 with kakashi and foreign reader? ♡

Happy 200 followers love ✾

Kakashi — "Don't be stubborn, try it!" foreign reader; modern au 246 words

Thank you ♡ I did a modern au and had Kakashi on vacation in the U.S. just because it was a little easier for me but I hope you enjoy it!

"Kashi!" You pouted, looking up at the man who was just pouting at you. "It's gonna be so fun, I promise."

"You said that about the festival we went to yesterday."

"Baby, they're called fairs."

"Same thing." He grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. "Why can't you just call them festivals like we do in Japan?"

"Because, unfortunately, California isn't that fun. And because festivals are seasonal." His head pressed into your neck as he humphed and grumbled about "too many things to learn in a short amount of time."

You had run into Kakashi - literally - while he was taking a photo of the Hollywood sign. "Typical tourist stuff," he joked with his deep voice and thick accent. Feeling bad for ruining his photo, you had offered to be his guide around Los Angeles.

Well, that was three weeks and several kisses ago. Now you were just spending as much time together as you could before he had to go back home.

And now you were trying to convince him to join you at one of the friskier beaches California had to offer.

"C'mon, Kashi. Don't be stubborn, try it! For me, please? It'll be a great experience. It's like hot springs-"

"Hot springs don't have sand and excess amounts of people."

"But I'll be there~" Your fingers carded through his hair, peppering kisses along his cheeks and jaw. "You don't even have to take your mask off."

"Promise?"

"I pinky promise, my beautifully grumpy man."

Ally's 200 Followers Prompts Event

[strwbrrybxn]

short teaser for my arranged marriage shino piece

“I’m going to marry who?” You had said, eyes wide and lips pouting.

“You’re going — to marry my son.” Shibi said, in his signature monotone voice; always with a sweet and loving lilt. He was squatted in front of you, a soft and barely there smile crossing his features. How could you say no to the man who saved your life?

Ultimately, Shibi had assured, you were more than welcome to decline. Your elders were dead, the decision was entirely yours, but you wanted to repay Shibi and the little voice inside your brain could only think “this is how I can pay him back,” and so, you said yes.