for Kakairu Valentines Week hosted by @kakairu-rocks
Day 6: Pick Up Lines
@mandapandabug20 made A LIST with (fantastic) horrible pick up lines Kakashi would use on Iruka and this orphan one was so bad (aka brilliant) it spoke to my heart
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I swear I’m a hijack artist I swear here look it’s literally them
Also you should totally read snow-crested shrines by turkeyvultureinavest im shaking in my boots reading any fluff from them they are my everything
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If I could pluck out your eyes to collect in a basket like fresh berries, I would. If only you had several that grew back to be replaced, after I mashed and crushed up the old ones into jam for my toast or just bit into your corneas like grapes with seeds to spit out.
Stop looking at them. Look only at ME! ME! ME! ME!
What do I have to do to finally catch your eye? Do you want to kiss up the scars when I slit open my wrists, so you can feel superficial accomplishment? I would let you drink the wine in my veins if you had higher tolerance for it.
Why can't you shower me with the affection you once did? I was a dying houseplant and your love revived me, but its gone from daily to only seeing you if I'm lucky to get a hold of you, otherwise you'd be fine leaving me to rot, surely. Did I wear your patience thin? Botanicals like me take time to bloom, too much for your liking it seems. You got tired, or you realized what you were getting yourself into and chickened out.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so fucking needy. I need your voice, as sweet as agave, to whisper what I want to hear, I need your body in the way we handled the fervor of the spring, wet as the rain. I crumble into decolored nothingness more and more when you ignore me, for those who are "better" than me, the ones that'll actually better you, in comparison to what you had with me.
I would strangle you to hear the calming low buzz of you choking on your own blood, begging for mercy and finally bringing yourself to admit you love me, you love me and I'm your favorite and your one and only forever and ever.
You realized you ingested a poison with no easy antidote. I think you only keep me around to see how you can get out; don't you have guilt about tossing out a reminder of your own failure? I'm sorry I'm this way, I never asked for the germination of my miserable existence in the first place. I don't know what to do if I'm not the prized heirloom of your garden, I'll rip my own petals off and shove them down your throat if you might at least get a taste of my wrath and like it. I wilt more and more the seconds your attention isn't on me.
Wasn't there a bountiful harvest on both ends? Shared bites of forbidden fruit; you're damned along with me and I hate to see you trying to escape it. Don't you want us to drown together? You still fake some semblance of tolerance, maybe out of pity. It's all performative: oh, but at least you're still cute sometimes, when you're everything but yourself.
How about I bake you to finally get the good parts of you that I missed? You're like poison ivy to me in how you irritate me, but at the same time I can't get enough, it's even more maddening to be without that feeling that makes me want to scratch my skin off. You're not allowed to spread, I want to be the sole victim of your infestation. Don't fucking go to those other people. They don't deserve you.
I'll make sure your very essence becomes part of my blood if I have to, to make you stay with me forever and never fucking leave.
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