@hisdaddy @mxtsumxto
“y’know, i’m a light sleeper, and i got good hearing.”
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@hisdaddy @mxtsumxto
“y’know, i’m a light sleeper, and i got good hearing.”
' taichou didn't you say you were gonna facetime momo-san at 5:30? ' the blonde asks as she looks towards the clock on the wall, the current time reading 5:25 PM.
S tartling alarms, ‘neath the guise of a woman’s locutions, commenced to discharge throughout his head. ------ His ever performing brush abruptly ceases the elegantly assiduous movements of its ink-stained bristles as he recollects the words he articulated to the fifth division's Lieutenant this morning. Promising virtual interaction at the particular time Rangiku had considerately, or perchance it was naught but an endeavoring means to tease to procure an anticipated reaction, vocalized; a reminder incapable of being overlooked, wholly breaking laborious concentration, the writing utensil uprightly pressed 'tween his weary thumb and forefinger is carefully positioned within its holder whilst he withdraws his advanced cellular phone, proffered to him sans interest by his third seat, from the upper compartment of his wooden desk. " Get out of the office, Matsumoto. Go do whatever you usually do. I don't care. ---- As long as you are not present to listen in on our conversation. " Nervosity spilled from his tonality like unpleasant ooze. Ringing shortly ensues, and indicative sound signifying an arrival. " It’s her, she's calling! - Get your ass out of here! " He snaps ‘fore answering the call.
" ---- Good evening, Hinamori! "
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knit brows held her glazed eyes down and jewel fluffed her bangs as to conceal some of her flushed face. the words had spilled out before she could reign in her thoughts and now she was tight-lipped with regret as she was planted there in questioning.
with a sake scented breath, she answered rangiku's question with another question. "have y'ever.. been aroun-with- someone.. an' ya know in yer soul that it's gonna end in a hell fire, but cha let yerself get burned anyway?"
𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 // @mxtsumxto
‘ i don’t care how many times you ask, the answer is no. ’
hashtag traumatized by gin ichimaru squad
#triggered
Why did you have to bring that up, Matsumoto-san?
@mxtsumxto asked:
wakes the sleeping lieutenant with kisses, pulling her close (nemu)
Nemu had come to learn that there was no better feeling to wake up to than that of Rangiku’s soft lips pressing against her own and her arms around her waist. It was strange, but she almost wanted to pretend to be asleep longer, so as to keep the woman’s attention focused solely on her, but that was quickly pushed away by the overhelming urge to simply kiss her back. Long lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she finally allowed her aquamarine gaze to meet her lover’s, a brightness there that only she saw so often.
“... Good morning, Rangiku-san.” she allowed herself to pull away long enough to say, unaware of the blissed grin on her own face as she moved to nuzzle deeply into the other’s neck, pressing her lips there softly and simply basking in the warmth that was Rangiku.
mxtsumxto: rangiku: he actually has a point -
okay that’s two rangikus that agree with this viewpoint from aizen. he has good taste. this is proven.
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* all shinigami except for this one. i'm keeping her.