#car1ba

[sanosakeandshiranoodles]

@car1ba

I’m returning these. I think they are yours. If not, you can keep them.

Apparently, you have to have two of each? Why didn’t anybody tell me this before?

[anime-nias-writings]

How about Hanamiya and 67: "I did the dishes"? (I can absolutely see him saying and doing that :"D)

He was going to be in a bad mood. You just knew it. You were hours late home from work with Hanamiya waiting for you to make dinner. He didn't like it when you kept him waiting, especially for food. Walking in the house, you braced yourself for your hangry husband and readied your explanation.

“I’m home!” You announced, dropping your stuff off in the front and making a beeline for the kitchen. As you pass the living room, you see the tv was on but your husband was nowhere to be seen. “I’m sorry I'm so late, work was hell. Just let me clean the kitchen really fast and I’ll-...”

Your words trail off as your eye glance across the kitchen over and over. At first it didn't make sense to you. You were sure when you left the house this morning you had left a mess behind that you had been dreading all day. But right now you were looking at a spotless kitchen? It didn't make any sense.

Hanamiya, who had been silently rummaging through the fridge, pulled out a cold beer and began making his way out of the room. He seemed to be completely ignoring you, keeping his eyes looking towards the living room. But just as he approached you, he pressed his cold, moist palm against your forehead and gave it a little push. “I did the dishes.”

Then he proceeded to the couch without another word. To anyone else this would have been seen as a kind gesture but you knew something like this, like him doing the dishes without teasing or harassing you for a reward in return, was him showing you how much he really did care.

[purplespringtraps]

Long time no see, Doll ;). Are you still doing your version of Roulette? If so, I'd like one with Narumi Makoto and the Reader? Thank you :)

Hi, darling! Well, I’ve been a little busy lately. And as for your question: yes,I am still doing it! This form of requesting will be forever available, so you can ask for onewhenever you’d like!

Thisis my first time writing for him, so I really hope you like it!

 Song: The Last Night (X). 

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Thenight is so long when everything’s wrong.

Makoto went to bed, sighing in annoyance andconfusion. Early in the morning, he had snapped and yelled at you, ending upwith you crying. Later, when he tried to apologize, you didn’t even looked athim. He understood that you were pissed, after all you’d done nothing wrong, sohe gave you your space. But Makoto didn’t count on you being upset for thewhole day.

He punched his pillow after he had placed it beneathhis head, staring blankly at the ceiling and with his brow furrowed.

Had he fucked up thatbad?

He thought that maybe you were under a lot of pressurerecently, plus for some reason you two had been arguing a lot, more than usual.Still, he thought he’d had his reasons to lose it and scream at you until youcried, but even so he still felt bad about it.

Especially because that had been a couple of days ago.

You didn’t think it would affect him this heavily, butyou’ve noticed he was grumpier, below his eyes his skin started to darken up alittle, and he wouldn’t focus as he usually did. He kind of reminded you of…

“Soyou haven’t been sleeping well either, huh?” you heard Makoto say,sitting next to you. You didn’t move from your spot and kept quiet.

You frowned, hearing him sigh, then rustle around.

“Canwe make up, please? I can’t stand being ignored by you”.

[purplespringtraps]

I hope you don't mind doing another. ;) DR with Fukui this time, if you'd like.

I don’t mind, you cansend as many as you want! ^^ I actually really like Fukui, thank you forrequesting him <3

Song: Circle You, Circle You (X). 

PS: Had to really thinkon this one just so I didn’t make it dark >.<

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This children will notdie, but simply smile innocently.

You surrounded Fukui’s neck with both of your hands for support,dangling your legs on both sides of his waist as he carried you back to yourhome. He had picked you up since you had hurt your foot kind of badly byjumping around the stairs at school. The nurse had said you were so lucky youdidn’t hit your head on the ground or cracked your neck, considering the heightfrom which you fell.

“You should really bemore careful” you heard him scold you for the millionth time now.

“I told you it was anaccident. It won’t happen again” you repeated. He didn’t believe you, though. You used to say that exact phrase everytime something like this happened.

“Does your foot stillhurts?”

“Not really, I canbarely feel it now”.

He heard you mumbling a melody cheerfully against his ear, how could youalways be so happy even in those kinds of situation you constantly put yourselfinto?

Maybe because you knew he would be there to clean up your messes andtake care of you after you made them.

[purplespringtraps]

Hello Admin! A DR with Himuro, if you'd like. ;) and congrats, keep up the good work.

Hello ^^ Thank you so much foryour nice words, darling :3 Andthank you for requesting!

Song: Uninstall (X). 

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I have no choice but topretend I’m a warrior who knows no fear.

He had always seen you as someone strong, who could deal with almosteverything and still keep standing. But he knew it would not last as long asyou would like it to. Sooner or later, he thought, you could fall.

One day, after noticing how difficult you had it lately to handle yourgrowing problems, Himuro saw you sitting at your desk, both hands supportingyour head and unfocused, tired looking eyes. He approached you and put down acup of hot chocolate in front of you.

Instead of asking what was wrong he just hugged you, feeling your armsweakly surround his torso as he ran his finger through your hair. He had noticedall the stress and pressure you carried on your shoulders, but you always insistedyou were fine whenever he made a comment about it.

“_____, you’re notsuperhuman” he whispered softly, trying to comfort you, “There are some things you can’t do byyourself, but I’m here for you, okay?”.

[swimboy-scenarios]

THIS IS SO CUTE.

You tried to keep your giggling to a minimum, but it was just so cute and funny. Momo always fell asleep before you did. He was out cold almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Sprawled out on his back, one arm thrown over his head and snoring lightly, you were never sure if he was always exhausted when he went to bed or if that was just how he was. But it never failed that after a few minutes, when you were just starting to drift off as well, Momo’s warm hand would find yours. He wasn’t awake. He wasn’t look for it. But he always found it and held on tight. No matter how much either of you moved during the night, his hand would still be wrapped around yours come morning. Smiling at the feeling of safety and warmth you’d come to associate with the action, you pulled his hand close enough to kiss the back and whispered, “Goodnight, Momo. Sweet dreams.”