Pairing: Tatsu x Female!Reader @dreamcastgirl99 @moonmaiden1996
It was clear from the start that Tatsu wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions through words,but rather acts of service. He loved taking care of you and he made that clear,as he was currently wrapping the scarf that he made around your neck. The one that he learned how to knit specifically to make it for you,simply because you mentioned that it was getting cold.
“I should get one more”
“Tatsu,it’s fine I don’t need more than one scarf. Besides we better hurry or we’ll miss the fireworks” You took his hands,trying to get him to hurry up.
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“Hey,stay close” In one fell swoop Tatsu wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. “There’s a lot of people here” It was a good thing that he was holding onto you so tightly since you kept looking around at all the light and decorations. “We should hurry,there about to start” Moving his arm away,he held your hand instead and led you not in the direction of the square but in the opposite direction.
“Tatsu,it’s the other way”
“I know a better place” He walked you up a small hill to a small seating area which was surprisingly empty,you could see everything from up here.
“Tatsu this place is amazing” You looked down at the square as the fireworks started. You turned back to Tatsu to call him closer to you,but you saw him on one knee with a ring in his hand. “Tatsu”
“Listen I know I’m not the best with words,but I hope I’ve proved my dedication to you. I love you and I promise to be there for you,will you marry me?”
“Of course I will” He slid the ring onto your finger before standing up,still holding both your hands. “Tatsu” You moved one of your hands to his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. Even as the kiss ended,he didn’t move away.
“Your hands are cold” You were about to blurt out an apology when he lifted your hands to his lips,kissing them.
“It’s not just my hands that are cold” You whispered even if no one was around to hear it.
“How about we head back home,then I can warm you up”
“And what are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna run you a warm bath and make you some hot chocolate”
.Blondie. The Way of the Househusband//Masa x Reader
Masa x Reader
A/N: Since no one else wanted to do, I guess I will.
Word Count: 2159
You didn’t like being called a “fighter.” The meaning of that word could mean two entirely different things. It could range from being someone who was “admirable” and “resilient,” someone who wouldn’t be deterred. It could also mean someone who was “combatant” and “difficult,” someone who only caused trouble for others.
A good part of your life consisted of you being defined by the latter. You were a good student, smart and respectful. The only thing is that you fought a lot during your years in middle and high school. It wasn’t your fault, really; others would antagonize you, hoping to get a rise out of you. And -- to their credit -- they often did get a rise out of you, along with a broken nose. You didn’t like fighting, but you also didn’t like being ridiculed by your peers, especially considering how poorly they did in school.
In the end, you ended up being the one walking out of your school with a degree while they were expelled and forced to finish school elsewhere, assuming they were even taken in.
You were by no means a professional-level boxer or wrestler, but you put up a damn good fight when needed. That’s partly why you were about to leave the small street fight you walked by alone. Just outside of the grocery store where you had just gotten your food for the week, you saw a fight starting to brew.
There was a scrawny blonde guy -- who was actually not that bad looking -- wearing a patterned shirt and blue jeans being yelled at and pushed around by a group of four or so men. Trying to get past them, you walked behind the blonde guy at just the wrong time as one of the men pushed him backwards again, knocking into you and spilling your groceries on the ground.
The blonde guy turned to look at you, but you kept your eyes fixed on the ground and watched the milk from the carton spill onto the street. With balled fists and a clenched jaw you asked,
“Who just shoved him?”
“What’s it matter to you?” One of the guys asked. You turned your head to look at the others and that’s when the blonde pointed at the guy with jet black hair and black suit.
You shoved past the blonde and walked up to the brunette asshole. He put his hands up to grab you, but you pushed his hands down and away before punching him square in the nose. He backed away with a groan with his hands over his, now broken, nose. Your fingers slipped through blackness as you grabbed him by his hair and dragged him over to your spoiled groceries. Pointing, you shouted:
“THAT’S WHAT IT FUCKING MATTERS TO ME!” You threw him to the ground and into the milk. “Making me waste my money and shit. You ought to pay me back for that.”
You felt the blonde panically pat your back and cry when you noticed the other three now encroaching on you two. You clicked your tongue in annoyance.
“One of you gonna pay me for my groceries? I have the receipt right here,” You said, dangling the receipt in your hand. The shaved head guy glared at you two and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Get ‘em.”
The blonde yelped as you pushed him out of your way. It’s during that movement that you used his body as cover to position a punch at one of the guys stomach. As predicted, one of them tried to hit you in the face. You ducked down and punched him in the stomach before hooking a foot behind his knee and pulling him forward, causing him to fall backwards. You didn’t mind the other guy as he seemed more focused with the blonde.
The last guy charged at you and pushed you on your back to the ground with him on top. You blocked a few hits to your face with your arms before wrapping your legs around him and flipping him underneath you. From there, you grabbed him by his collar and headbut him in the face til it was nothing but a bloody mess.
“Help-” The blonde shouted, “Help me-PLEASE!”
You rolled your eyes before getting up and pulling the two apart and kicking the other guy to the ground. You stared at the guy on the ground before looking back up at the blonde.
“Well?” You asked, “Get him.”
The blonde frantically looked at you then back down at the guy who was getting up. Quickly, the blonde began kicking him over and over again. You looked away in favor of collecting your groceries that were still good, hoping that none of that asshole’s blood had gotten on any of it.
Once collected, you stood up and saw that he was still kicking the other guy. You placed a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and he looked over panicked.
“I think that’s enough,” You said, slinging your bags higher on your arms, “You don’t want to kill now do you?”
The blonde shook his head ‘no’ with his mouth slightly ajar.
“Thank you,” He said, taking your hand and shaking it. You groaned while pulling your hand away due to a dull ache in your knuckles.
“I didn’t do it for you,” You said while rubbing the cuts on your right knuckles, “Asshole spilled my groceries. Speaking of which…” You trailed off while bending down and digging around the first guy's pockets. You stopped once you found his wallet. You pulled all his cash out of it before dropping the wallet on him.
“Eh, it’ll cover what he ruined,” You mumbled with a shrug while carding through the bills.
You started walking back into the store when the blonde began to trail you, making you stop.
“I’m-I’m Masa,” He said nervously, once again holding your hand in his own hand, “If there's anything I can do to repay you, anything at all, just let m…”
You ignored most of his rambling, instead focusing on his face. He was rather beautiful with a sharp jaw, dark-almost black eyes, and bleach blonde hair. And yet he had his very own uniqueness when it came to his finer features, such as the shape of his eyebrows and the point of his nose.
Masa fell silent when you slipped your hand from his and grabbed his face, turning his head to the left and then right.
While examining his face earlier, you noticed a few deeper cuts on his eyebrow and cheek.
“What a shame,” You mumbled while inspecting his face further, “You have such a pretty face, it’s a shame you went and got it busted up.”
Masa grew flustered at that and tried to pull his face away, but your grip was firm.
“I-ha, um…thank you?” He muttered, his hands reaching up to caress yours and pull your fingers away. You let him.
“Why don’t you come to the store with me? I have to get some band-aids anyway; that first fucker had some sharp teeth.” You asked while inspecting the cuts on your knuckles.
“Uh,” Masa stutters, fingers massaging your palm still in his hands, “Sure. I’m not doing anything.”
You flip your hand in his and grab his hand.
“Alright, let’s go.” You said while walking back into the store.
While in there, you question Masa on why he was in a fight with those idiots. He explained that one of them had bumped into him and he mouthed off to one of them. Things escalated, a fight started and for a moment one of his friends -- whose name is “Tatsu” -- walked by, but while trying to convince him to fight off the group of guys, he just slapped Masa and walked away.
“Shitty friend,” You said, placing a pack of band-aids in your basket.
“He’s not a shitty friend!” Masa shouted, “He just wanted me to fight my own fight.”
“Can you fight?” You asked.
“Of course I can fight,” Masa answered, puffing out his chest and flexing his arms at you. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Why didn’t you then?” You asked. He deflated at that.
“Well-You see…um,” Masa stuttered, looking away from you.
“Do you even know how to throw a punch?”
“Yes! Why wouldn’t I??”
“Well, based on your hands alone,” You started while grabbing one of his hands, “You don’t fight much, if at all.” You ran your thumb over his knuckles, noting their scarless complexion. He pulled his hand away, almost offended.
“What do you mean by that?” Masa asked pointedly.
“Relax,” You said, waving your hand dismissively, “There’s nothing wrong with that. You just have too nice of hands to be someone who gets into fights a lot. You should be happy about that; You have very nice hands.”
Masa looked down at his hands while flipping them over to inspect them.
“They’re nicer than mine,” You murmur, subconsciously rubbing over your own hands. Masa looks up and holds out a hand for you to put yours into and you do.
He holds your hand gently, inspecting every little inch of skin and you can’t help but feel a little flustered at all the attention. Warm fingers run over the lines and creases of your palm and the soft pads of fingers ghost over the numerous scars and bruises that line your knuckles and fingers.
“What happened?” Masa asked and looked up at you for an answer, but you didn’t want to meet his eyes.
“I get into fights a lot,” You said, shifting your stance, “I don’t mean to, I just get angry sometimes and people like to push me -- get a rise out of me.” You pull your hands away.
“I’m not too proud of them to be honest,” You admitted while walking over to the checkout area, “My parents never liked it when I fought with the other kids, but I also never liked getting insulted.”
“I think they’re badass,” Masa said with a smile, “Shows that you can take care of yourself; beat up anyone who gets in your way.”
You chuckled low in your throat at his theatrics.
“I guess,” You smiled.
“590 Yen please,” The cashier said. You pulled out your wallet.
“Most guys and gals don’t care for them,” You said, handing the money over to the woman, “Gives off the impressions of being combative.”
“Well, I like them,” Masa remarked and walked with you out of the store.
“Makes one of us,” You comment while looking around outside, “Looks like they left.”
You move to sit on the curb next to the building with Masa following soon after. You pulled out the band-aids and gauze out of the bag and opened one up. Masa lets you grab his face again and place two band-aids on his cheek.
“Close your eyes,” You demanded, “You need one on your eyebrow.”
Masa did as told and you quickly placed a band-aid over his oddly-shaped eyebrow.
“There. All better,” You said while smoothing down the band-aids on his cheek with your thumb.
“Thank you,” Masa mumbled gratefully.
You hummed, placed the band-aids aside and began unrolling the gauze. You wrapped your right hand up with the gauze and secured it, flexing your fingers to test the stability of it.
“And, um, thank you again for helping me with those other guys,” Masa added, fiddling with his fingers, not looking at you.
“Like I said,” You clenched your jaw, “I didn’t do it for you.”
You glanced over and sighed.
“Although,” You began with a small smile, grabbing his attention, “I’ve always liked blondes.”
Masa’s face flushed, a beautiful light pink dusting his cheeks, nose, and ears, as he stuttered.
“Well-I-uh…haha-” You smiled wider.
“Are you shy?” You asked.
“I’m-No, not at all!” He quickly rebuttals, but he sounds unsure himself.
“Are you sure?” You prodded further and listened to him try to convince you otherwise. Not really expecting a cohesive response.
“Well, whatever,” You said while standing, “I guess I didn’t mind beating up those shitstains if it meant I got to meet such a sweetheart like you.”
You cupped the top of his head in your hand, blonde locks slipping in between your fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. You ruffled his hair as you pulled away and began to walk home.
“Here, you can keep the band-aids,” You said while throwing the box to him. To his credit, he caught it while trying to say something.
“What’s-What’s your name?” Masa finally asked. You paused, looking behind at him.
“Y/N,” You answered before continuing on your way, “You should call me.”
“Huh?” He asked looking up from the box, but you had turned the corner and were gone.
Looking back down at the band-aid box in his hands, he finally spotted the neatly written name and phone number written on the front in black sharpie.
Prompt: I still have the letter You wrote when you told me That I was the only girl you’d ever want in your life @moonmaiden1996
You were finally back home after work which had been exhausting,meeting after meeting and you were so tired you couldn't even keep track of them anymore. Luckily for you tomorrow was your day off and you knew exactly how to spend it.
"I'm home" Tatsu was already waiting for you and walked up to take your coat off.
"Welcome back" He gave you a kiss on the cheek,which confused you slightly because he hardly instigated anything like this. You liked it but you still asked.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" He was a lot cheerier than usual.
"Well I was cleaning out our closet when I found this" He handed you a small box which you immediately recognized,it was where you kept everything Tatsu had given you and every letter he wrote you,back when he could hardly talk to you. "I didn't mean to intrude but I just didn't know what it was and didn't want to accidentally throw it out. I can't believe you kept them"
"Every single one you ever wrote,I couldn't possibly throw them away. Besides I still remember how you could barely talk to me back then" You laughed before kissing him. You spent the night going through the letters and old photos,reminiscing about them.
Due to the weather you had the day off,sure there was a storm but you did enjoy having the day off. That was until the power cut out,the second everything went dark you heard Tatsu call your name.
“I’m here. Tatsu where are you?” You took a few steps forward,careful as to where you put your feet. A light caught your eyes and you looked up to see Tatsu holding a candle with several in his other hand.
“Careful” You moved closer to him,pulling out your phone to check if there was an update on the storm.
“Nothing,how long is this going to last?” You were frustrated,but at least you weren’t alone. You felt his hand on your back.
“We’ll be fine” He kissed your forehead,you leaned into him as he pulled you closer.
“Yeah,you’re right” You kissed him,wrapping your arms completely around him. He was always so warm,you kissed him again and again. It was like you blinked and suddenly you had him on the floor,his features illuminated only by the dim candlelight. His hands were on your hips as you moved them,you lips not parting from his. His hands moved under your clothes as you did the same,you were soon riding him as he kissed at your neck. “Tatsu” Your hands moved across his back as you moved faster. His arms wrapped around you as the kisses quickly turned to bites.
“Want me to take over”
“Yes,please” He held you closer and rolled you onto your back. The sudden light made you cover your eyes,before you adjusted to the light. “Well that’s good” Your hands moved to the back of his neck,one moving into his hair “Don’t stop now”
“Wasn’t planning on it,I’m just wanted to see your face”
You remember going out with your friends being way more fun,but all you could think about was Tatsu. You sat down at the bar as your friends were dancing. You picked up your phone and called Tatsu,he picked up almost immediately.
"Hey Tatsu"
"Are you drunk?" He immediately asked.
"Not yet,I just wished you were here with me"
"Then look up" You did only to find him in front of you.
"When did you?"
"Your friends called me,said you weren't having fun. I bet I could change that"
"Can you even keep up with me? I bet I could drink your ass under the table,but I have a much better idea" You pulled him closer to you and kissed him.
"Are you going to tell me what this great idea is"
"Depends if you can keep up with me old man" You teased,he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him into one of the bathrooms.
You were pinned to the wall,your legs wrapped around him as he thrust into you. Kissing and biting at your neck,both hands cupping your ass. He was being brutal with his thrusts,it wasn't long before you had tears streaming down your face as you begged him to make you cum.
The last few months have been stressful,the stress combined with how tired you were making you just want to scream. The stress of work was starting to affect you more,you could barely sleep or eat. Fortunately your husband wasn't going to let that happen.
You woke up and immediately turned to the clock.
"I'm gonna be late!" You quickly bolted up but bumped into Tatsu.
"Y/N,you should rest"
"I can't,I have work"
"I already called in for you. Y/N you're falling apart,you can't do this to yourself. It's my duty as your husband to stop you from doing this" He pulled you into a hug,his warm embrace calming you. Closing your eyes,you felt finally at peace.
"Thank you,Tatsu"
You spent the day cuddling,with Tatsu trying to sneak in some chores when you fell asleep. The smell of food woke you up and when you didn’t see him there you quickly found him in the kitchen. Hugging him,you pushed your face into his back.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Good,whatcha making” You reached over,only for him to stop you.
“It’s not ready yet. Why don’t you take a bath while you wait,I’ve already filled up the tub for you”
As you were getting into the tub you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. For the first time in weeks you looked at yourself,you were a mess. Every insecurity you had was attacking you all at once every mark, every scar. Next thing you knew you were crying on the bathroom floor.
“Y/N” He suddenly walked in,only to see you crying. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Was the water too hot?” He knelt down,putting his hand on your knee.
“Tatsu,do you like my body?” He looked taken back by your question.
“Of course I do,I love every part of you” He brushed your hair back “You’re not the only one with scars” He stood up and took off his shirt before kneeling back down,pulling you close to him. You put your hand over the scar on his face. “Does that one bother you?”
“What,no! Tatsu I love you” He leaned closer to kiss you.
“I love you too”
Wrapping your legs around him,you pulled him closer. There wasn’t a scar or mark that he hadn’t kissed or traced his fingers over. His slow thrusts make your body anticipate every move.
“Y/N”
“I’m fine,I want you to move faster” He picked you up and pushed your back against the cold wall. He sped up slowly,kissing and biting your neck. That was gonna leave a mark,but it would be one you’d wear proudly. “Tatsu,I want more. I want you to cover my entire neck”
“Last time you asked me to do that,you got annoyed at having to cover them at work”
“Tatsu I want this,I’m not gonna be mad”
“That’s what you said last time” He just laughed before kissing and biting your neck again. He thrusted wildly when he got close,you held onto him tightly until he calmed down. He was still holding you but in a bridal position now,your head on his chest. You knew if he set you down your legs wouldn’t support you. He put you down into the tub.
“Aren’t you joining me?”
“Let me just grab another towel. '' He quickly returned and got in,making you sit in between his legs,your back against his chest. Your hand on top of his,tracing lines up to his tattoo.
“Should we get matching tattoos?”
“Where did this come from?”
“I just really like yours and I want to be even closer to you,in every way” You turned and kissed him.
