Hey all I just want to apologize for my emotional meltdown as of late, moving and being sick for almost a month have really fucked with my mental health. Making new friends is proving to be hell and I almost want to just hole up in my house forever and be a recluse at this point. With that said, I don’t think a new chapter of Heart in Your Hands is happening this week, I will hopefully have one put out by next Monday but I am not in the headspace and I wouldn’t do it service if I tried now. Thank you all for the love over the past 24 hours, I really needed the encouragement. Love you all.
hello peeps!! writing a part 4 to this series that i won't be able to leave alone until the day i die. if you've never been here before or read this verse you can read part 1 here on ao3. anyway i thought about how funny it would be if they tried to be kinky on purpose. here's the result. a preview because i'm nowhere near done yet:
They don't have much time left. It's strange how quickly two years can go by. Naruto tries not to think of it. He's not sure what waiting back at home for them. He's not worried about himself. Never for himself. He can see Sasuke getting antsier day by day. Nervous, anxious, harder to please. He can help bring him back down again.
They've discussed it. Not too much, not enough for either of them to get frustrated or lose their patience. Naruto led the way, Sasuke eagerly followed. Questions, gestures, body language sometimes. It works well enough for them. Naruto asks, Sasuke answers.
That's the rule. He must answer him.
Sasuke eyes dart up somewhat nervously. He sits on the futon by himself watching Naruto move around the room. He watches him pull something out of a drawer. Sasuke lets out a shaky breath and Naruto certainly hears it, but he doesn't offer any reassurance quite yet.
Red silk. Rope and scarf.
Naruto sits down in front of him, shoulders relaxed. Even his own eyes are trained on the object he holds. Who knew rope could be so beautiful?
"Where did you get this?" Sasuke uncharacteristically speaks up and he gently soothes his fingers over the silk rope.
It's wound neatly in a double loop, ready to be pulled apart and made into something else. Naruto notices the curious gleam in his eye, he commits it to memory.
"Someone in town had it shipped in for me." Naruto mumbles, blushing a little.
Sasuke grumbles unpleasantly. Not a real sentence.
"No one knows what they're for." Naruto tries to reassure.
Sasuke huffs out a breath. He seems nervous. He scoots back, suddenly feeling out of his depth. Was this a stupid idea? Whose idea was it anyway? Was it his or Naruto's? He can't remember.
"We don't have to. Just say the word and I'll put it away."
The line of Sasuke's shoulders is slightly tense. Naruto wants to work out all his knots.
"Want to. Just- Feels stupid."
Naruto sighs, not sure what to right thing to say is but starts talking anyway. "Nothing we do together is stupid."
"I know. I know that." That wasn't what he'd meant, he just wasn't sure how else to say it.
"Are you scared?" Naruto asks gently.
"No." Sasuke stops himself from snapping further. They talked about this. "No I- I want to. I'm not afraid."
"You can change your mind. You know that. Just say so." Naruto reassures him one more time just for good measure.
While renovating her house, Yang takes in a friend of Weiss’s who needs a place to regroup after ending things with an abusive ex.
Blake learns how renovating a house can look a lot like recovery.
She presses hope between her ribs like petals between pages and thinks of new beginnings, of growth.
The air of it is insufferable and intoxicating and she soaks in this precious secret between them like it can bridge the gap between I love you and all the reasons why can’t and won’t still hold true.
Yang smiles at her, and Blake smiles back, and for the moment, it’s enough to fill in all the gaps.
While renovating her house, Yang takes in a friend of Weiss’s who needs a place to regroup after ending things with an abusive ex.
Blake learns how renovating a house can look a lot like recovery.
She presses hope between her ribs like petals between pages and thinks of new beginnings, of growth.
She swallows, thinking of the proximity they’ll share in bed for the night. A silly thought, maybe, considering how often they’ve shared a bed before. But tonight feels different, full of reckless choices and skewed judgment. Tonight feels like falling.
While renovating her house, Yang takes in a friend of Weiss’s who needs a place to regroup after ending things with an abusive ex.
Blake learns how renovating a house can look a lot like recovery.
She presses hope between her ribs like petals between pages and thinks of new beginnings, of growth.
She's not sure what mix of emotions is at the root of the tears that spring to her eyes but she feels jaded and heartsick and fragile as she gets even at Yang changing the game on them like this.
