#thebloodredraven

[babysharkie]

So we all collectively became Kakuzu and Kisame's harem of whores this year huh

Hahahahahha we absolutely did!!

Let's see if it stays that way this year 👀

I have no shame whatsoever because Kakuzu and Kisame are high value men

[delzinrowe]

1 and 4!

Wait I didn't realise people think it's a request game TT I just reblogged some resources I had in my likes for years. But if you want me to write something you'll have to tell me who and give me some time pls TT

[screampied]

Popping into your DMs to say your fics are inspiring me to think about JJK men getting a nasty lap dance by y/n to Daddy by Ramsey

ooooo 😋 i see the vision actually!! omg the jjk men getting lap dances from reader ?! if u write that can u tag me that sounds yummy asf 🧎‍♀️

[saintrocklee]

pairing: itachi x reader for @thebloodredraven request prompt: "and now you're a stranger with all my secrets" angst. pining. itachi being deep, reader just existing.

There's a woman, in a tea shop.

Not an unusual circumstance. Tea shops required people to work in them, and those people were typically civilians. Specifically women. Some old, the wrinkles in their face scrunched up with a smile for a paying customer. Some young, nervously flitting from one table to another, trying not to spill anything.

Itachi finds himself here, when he needs to remember. Remember what it was like, before. Remember what he was like, before. He remembers to overpay the elder owner of the tea shop, who scolds him while scooping up the change, telling him she doesn't need his charity. He remembers to nod and pretend not to notice when the younger girl stutters and stumbles around him, her crush plain as day. It feels foreign to him, the normalcy of it all, but it's comforting in a way he cannot find elsewhere.

And then ... he meets you.

Just a woman in a tea shop. A very normal thing.

Until it's not.

When you sit in front of him, he slants his eyes to you, and can't help but furrow his brow. The small cup placed in front of him is steaming but the color is slightly off, the smell isn't quite right. You're watching him carefully, brow and lip quirked in kind. Neither of you speak as he slowly brings it closer to his face, inhaling a deeper breath. He doesn't miss the way your eyes seem to light up and you nod once encouragingly.

When he finally tastes the tea, he's pleasantly surprised.

"This is new?" He asks and you finally smile.

"Used to be." You respond, finally relaxing into your seat at his approval. Itachi hums and ignores the pointed jab. It'd been months since he visited last, and he feels something warm curl in his chest that you noticed his absence. That you would be so bold as to mention it to him.

"You around for awhile?"

The questions hangs between you for a stifled moment and Itachi feels the warmth in his chest curdle.

"Not this time."

You nod once and rest your cheek on your knuckles, elbow planted on the small table. It reminds Itachi of a long time ago, of etiquette training and the importance of proper posture while at the dinner table.

It reminds him of his mother, giving him a warning look for testing the boundaries of rules he didn't understand. Elbows don't belong on the table, just as shuriken don't belong on the floor.

It's disarming, the way you evoke such strong feelings in him while just existing. He was an expert at compartmentalizing, sticking to his carefully constructed plans, never wavering from his goal.

And then he met a girl in a tea shop. Irony, maybe? Or karma.

Maybe it's just something that happens to people. Even him.

Just two strangers, who meet by chance. Taking comfort in one another without saying anything of consequence. Two people, taking a break to just be.

A very normal thing.

He curls his hand around the cup. He wonders if you'll miss him.

"You missed a lot." You comment casually, eyes sliding over to the counter, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch the older woman shoo a stray cat out of the shop. Itachi makes a noise of agreement and your eyes find his again.

"Granny smacked a man with a broom last month."

Itachi pauses, the cup just shy of his lips, and arches a brow. Your smile stretches to show teeth.

"He tried to leave without paying. She's getting meaner in her old age."

"I can hear you, brat!"

You turn your head all the way this time, elbow falling from the table as you laugh and hold your hands up in surrender. Once again Itachi is thrown, tossed wildly into a memory he's long forgotten, and can't help but see Shisui in the way you poke fun at your friend, who waves you off with a scowl and tells you to watch the shop. He lets the nostalgia wash over him, doesn't fight against the wave of hurt and guilt that accompanies it.

It'll be over soon. He could let himself feel it, just this once.

There's a beat and you're alone. Itachi can't sense anyone else around and knows this is the time. He feels a swell of something, just under his skin, his lungs, and pushes against it with everything he has.

"You won't be seeing me after this, I'm afraid."

The left over laughter in your eyes fades away and you still your movements, still half turned in your seat.

"Are you going somewhere?"

Itachi manages a self deprecating smile.

"Yes. To see someone."

The surprise that flits across your face at him willingly offering information is charming. There's a sense of triumph there, that you finally know something about him besides his favorite tea after years of sitting across from him. You turn to face him fully, giving him your undivided attention, and Itachi prefers you like this.

All to himself. Even just for a moment.

"Who?" You chance, eyeing him cautiously, waiting for the inevitable refusal. Itachi hums.

"My younger brother."

You blink. He continues, preparing himself.

"He's going to kill me."

Itachi can physically see the way his words affect you. Shock, visible in your parted mouth and widened eyes. Disbelief, in the way you straighten your spine. Concern and fear, twitching in your hands with the need to get away but also reach out. To him.

"Why?" You barely whisper, lips hardly moving around the word. Itachi steels himself before answering.

"Because I killed our family to save him."

You stand suddenly and your chest stutters at the sudden movement, almost like you didn't mean to. Flight or fight instinct has your body reacting before you can register it, and Itachi follows you fluidly, flickering between you and your previously occupied seat as you take a step back. Your chest heaves with effort and Itachi lets you take it all in, giving himself this extra time to look at you. The soft bags under your eyes from a long day, the slope of your nose, the dip between your bottom lip, the curve of your jaw, your neck.

He knows that he'll think of you before he dies. He knows he deserves the hurt that comes with this. Another punishment, for what he's done. For what he's going to do.

"You're going to kill me." You murmur, hands clenching at your sides, eyes wide. Itachi narrows his eyes.

"No."

You blink again. The movement causes one of your eyelashes to fall and land right above your cheek, just under the barely there scar you'd told him about long ago. He feels the absurd urge to brush it away. To offer you comfort, when you obviously needed some.

Just a normal thing. Something a lover would do.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The noise he makes is almost a laugh. You glance away from him, swallowing hard, and Itachi finishes his confession.

"You're a stranger." He murmurs, some of his carefully hidden confusion leaking through. Because you were just a girl in a tea shop, a normal thing, completely ordinary, and yet -

"But you are important. I wanted someone to know me, before I died."

The way your eyes immediately find his is easy, and he catches you in his Sharigan before you even know what's happening.

"And now you're a stranger with all my secrets."

You start to slump and Itachi reaches for you, pulling you into him and immediately finding your temple with his mouth. He allows himself to breathe you in once, letting the feeling of your skin on his lips wash over him completely, before he speaks again; this time for his ears only.

"Thank you."

When you wake, your forehead is buried in your arms and you yawn, stretching your hands over your head. There's an empty cup in front of you and way too much money next to it, carefully tucked between the cracks of the worn table. Your favorite customer is gone and you rub your eyes, frowning at the way you fell asleep so easily. You barely remember seeing him and try to blink back the fog in your brain. He'd said goodbye you thought, and maybe he thanked you for the tea; but that was all you could recall after Granny had left you in charge of the shop. You shake off the sleep and slid the money in your pocket, smiling fondly at how much he'd left you.

You'll just have to thank him next time.

[mrsbakashi]

these are soooo cute, i had so much fun! thank you @thebloodredraven for tagging me 💕

picrew used

i made 9 because i'm a whore and i have too many favorites. they are, in order (of pictures, no in my heart, tho kakashi is #1 in my heart):

kakashi - obito - gai - itachi - zabuza - neji - deidara - hidan - yamato

tagging: @honeylavendr @mothervvoid @powerfultenderness @babysharkie @saintrocklee @silvermadara @ladyserenity92 @tired-biscuit

[babysharkie]

Superwholock = Supernatural/Doctor Who/Sherlock, aka the kpop of TV drama in the 2010s. I can't believe I'm so old that people don't know what that is😭😭😭

Oh I see!

I'll admit I've never seen a full episode of any Supernatural/Doctor Who/Sherlock TV shows...

My dad used to watch the original Doctor Who when I was little and it kinda scared me lol My bestie from high school watched Supernatural and I really wanted to because Jeffrey Dean Morgan is in it. I'm kinda interested in Sherlock Holmes but I wanna watch Enola Holmes with Henry Cavill.

No you're not old!!!!

[saintrocklee]

thanks for the tag my love @silverrings-n-prettythings this took me twelve years to do —

🌸 link 🌸

mandatory tags cause i’m obsessed with y’all: @mytanuki-kun @honeylavendr @thebloodredraven @mrmountainman @flowershinobi @mrsbakashi @ichxraaa

[saintrocklee]

🍾 2023 WRAP UP 🍾

🥂 THREE MEN I STARTED WITH 🥂

🥂 THREE MEN I ENDED WITH 🥂

🥂 HONORABLE MENTIONS 🥂

🎉 ty besties for tagging me @mytanuki-kun @thebloodredraven

🎉 mandatory tags: @honeylavendr @ichxraaa @mrsbakashi @silverrings-n-prettythings @mrmountainman @flowershinobi

[saintrocklee]

🌸 i saw @honeylavendr do a very exposing quiz but it had flowers so i also did a very exposing quiz that uses flowers 🌸

🌺 link 🌺

people i also want to expose: @mytanuki-kun @ichxraaa @mrsbakashi @thebloodredraven @flowershinobi @babysharkie

[saintrocklee]

i saw @honeylavendr make a picrew so then i had to make a picrew —

link 💕

mutual’s i wanna see: @mrsbakashi @mytanuki-kun @ichxraaa @babysharkie @thebloodredraven

[saintrocklee]

@silverrings-n-prettythings tagged me in this and it took me forever i’m obsessed

it’s a rate your fave trope/fic thing! this was so much fun omg. click here to partake

taglist cause i’m nosey: @honeylavendr @mytanuki-kun @babysharkie @thebloodredraven @flowershinobi @mrsbakashi

[saintrocklee]

🍾 2022 WRAP UP 🍾

🥂 THREE MEN I STARTED 2022 WITH 🥂

🥂 THREE MEN I ENDED 2022 WITH 🥂

🥂 HONORABLE MENTIONS 🥂

🎉 prev tag: @honeylavendr 💕

🎉 peeps i wanna #expose: @mytanuki-kun @ichxraaa @flowershinobi @babysharkie @thebloodredraven

[mrsbakashi]

2022 WRAP UP!

🏆 THREE MEN I STARTED 2022 WITH 🏆

🏆 THREE MEN I'M CLOSING 2022 WITH 🏆

🥇 HONOURABLE MENTIONS 🥇

thank you for tagging me @honeylavendr i loved the anxiety of having to choose my favorites and feeling like i'm being unfair for leaving someone out even tho they're all fictional /send help

people i'd like to suffer like i did: @mytanuki-kun @babysharkie @thebloodredraven @mothervvoid @ladyserenity92 @silvermadara @sharingangirl @mrs-hatake @powerfultenderness @nightingaleflow

[saintrocklee]

prev tag: @thebloodredraven ♥️

you ft. your faves! picrew link

itachi AU where he’s a tired college professor and i’m the annoying bartender that gives him free drinks while he grades papers; he finally asks me out and then i braid his hair to match mine while he writes a thesis or something idk i’m a college drop out

kisame AU where we’re both just feral idiot assassins that run around and kill people for money ; i get them alone and kisame does the rest ; also we have matching piercings cause we’re hot