#leafmedic

[dutchiha]

RP -- Upgrade

(Lady) He slowly wraps her head with a tea-towel that still smells of dish soap. It covers her eyes, and he doesn't bother to even knot it. "Surprise," he says. "Guess who."

@leafmedic replied:

“Mmm.” Leaning back into his chest, she let the warm strength of his surround her. It worked, helping all the tension drain from her shoulders as she smiled under the towel. “How long have you been here?”

Itachi leaned his head on the muscle that connected her ear and shoulder. He breathes in. Her scent, her presence, her her her, is all he needs to feel at ease. He wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“Not long enough,” he whispered. He now wants to stay here to make up for it. 

[hataakes]

WE MISSED HIS FUCKING BIRTHDAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS OH MY GOODNESS KAKASHI, SAKURA WOULD NEVER-- IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

@leafmedic

Yes, Nikki, how dare u

Well, looks like you’re just gonna have to make it up to the poor guy. 

[forlornwind]

* when both husband and girlfriend, in separate or congruent universes, become semi-active somewhat *

Madara is just going to lie in bed and bury his nose in a pillow. Ya'll could honestly make him blush by just passing by.

[shadowkage]

I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE SMUT ON YOUR BLOG IT'S ABOUT TIME THAT BOY GOT HIM SOME GOOD.

@leafmedic

RIGHT?? THE BOY IS BEING SPOILT. AS HE SHOULD BE.

[foxkage]

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@leafmedic

He’s going to run while he still can. 

[mita-rashi]

Both "Dear future me" and "Dear past me" because I'm a little shit.

the get your shit together edition of this meme / @leafmedic

Dear future me,

I’m sure you’re going to look back at this with some sort of comment. It’s going to be incredibly fucking funny. You’re going to laugh at it with friends and use it to justify your stupidity before you come home and fall asleep alone.

This is supposed to be something positive. If I see a positive outcome in my mind I can create it for myself.

I don’t see how anything good is going to come from this and I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Please kindly fuck off,

Anko

Dear past me,

You’ve shown an astounding level of stupidity despite that fancy degree you have in your back pocket. I mean, really, looking back on all the bullshit stunts you’ve (I’ve) pulled, I’m amazed you made it out of any of your messes in one piece.

I remember writing this the first time. Thinking to myself God, how stupid of a concept is this, writing a letter to yourself in order to… what? Better highlight the extent of your failures? Create a bulleted list of your shortcomings with an emphasis on your major fuck ups?

I hope I’ve grown since then. I can still make those lists in my head (and somehow, all my crimes against her are at the top of them, always first before anything else), but writing them down seems unnecessary. It’s giving life to thoughts that might be unfair and cruel. It’s giving myself an excuse to believe they’re true when she tells me they’re not.

You’ll do okay. You’ll grow out of this. You’ll see that when she tells you there’s something more than an ugly, rotted knot inside you, she’s not lying to you. Sakura doesn’t do that.

You don’t deserve her yet, but I promise you can. Just listen. Grow. Let yourself move forward. Write all those stupid letters your therapist tells you to write until you’ve exhausted all of your ugly thoughts. Sharing them with her is the most terrifying thing you’ll ever do, but I promise from all the pain you feel in that moment, your recovery is going begin to grow.

Or blossom. Or whatever metaphor I’m supposed to use for this.

It’ll get better. Be patient. Be kind to yourself. Be kind to Sakura, because she didn’t decide to stand beside you just to suffer through all of your pain without any end in sight.

I love you very much and please grow out of that terribly embarrassing Adele phase,

Anko

[uchinaro]

@leafmedic

     “Oh, it's done!"

     Turning off the stove, the genin wipes the sweat off her brow. It was her turn to cook dinner tonight. Looking at the clock, she finished just-in-time for when her mother would arrive home. When she hears the door open, she walks over to the hallway to greet her mother.

     “Welcome home, Mama." She says, before turing heels towards the kitchen again. "I just finished cooking dinner, so let me just set up the dining table."

[rvtsv-blog]

Almost a month late. Just her luck. This was going to look like Sakura was concerned about a White Day gift which couldn't be further from the truth. He'd been on a mission and then she had one before he returned, and now it was three weeks later and Sakura still had his Valentine's present in hand. Well. Looks like Yamato's going to find a pair of beautifully carved chopsticks on his doorstep just because it's Tuesday.

The post-war state of mind has only left him a fraction less paranoid then before. He’s less inclined to overly prepare for invading nations, but he’ll never be stupid enough to forget what kind of personalities exist in Team Kakashi, and how easy of a victim they mistake him to be.

It’s the predictable result of years of well meaning bullying. Yamato is very, very rarely unprepared, and even rarer still is for him to be surprised.

Except the chopsticks pass a quick scan for any malicious jutsu. And there aren’t any new traps or strange smells coming from the box he removed them from. The wrapping is simple paper, and the bow nothing remarkable, which can only mean one thing.

It’s an actual gift.

What the hell is he supposed to do with that? He picks up the chopsticks and clicks them together, looking around his apartment for something to pick up with them. They are a nice quality, and the design on them is quite beautiful. He’s just not sure if he’s supposed to use them or put them on display.

And not particularly sure what he’s supposed to do in response to this. It’s been awhile since he’s been given a gift. Even longer since the gift came from someone trying to very discreetly get his attention. He’s wading into unfamiliar territory, made even more dangerous by two very powerful obstacles down the line (Kakashi he can handle, but Tsunade... maybe she’d be kind enough to grant him a swift death.)

Clack. Clack. The chopsticks are rather nice.

He sighs and places them on his kitchen counter. He’s going to make some tea, think this over, and then decide what to do next.