#unproofread btw

[kitorin]

in which, itoshi rin expresses his love for you in, peculiar ways.

itoshi rin is wearily watching his opponent's highlights when you tug on the sleeve of his hoodie.

he almost rips his earbud out by the wire, contrariwise to the soft gaze he gives you, the slight tilt of his head accompanied by a quiet hum asks you what's wrong.

"were you busy? i can ask later."

"'course not." without hesitation he turns his phone off and tosses it somewhere onto his bed. "something wrong?"

you lean against the coffee table, where the two of you were studying; match analysis for rin and unfortunately an infuriating research task for your upcoming exam. your chin rests on both your palms, fingers cupping your own cheek.

"what's your favourite thing about me?"

owlishly, he stares, then blinks. you mimic his actions, waiting for a response.

"i have to pick?"

you nod eagerly. "it feels like a while since i've properly spoken to you. we don't have any classes together and i've been studying during break times. and i keep falling asleep on the bus."

rin nods with understanding. "then my favourite thing about you is that."

"is what?"

"i love watching you sleep."

it takes a lot not to make a stupefied face.

of all answers you expected, it was clearly not that. rin's love languages centred around quality time and physical touch, but he's still fully capable of uttering sweet nothings. which was something you were desperately craving at the moment.

"rin that's so creepy—"

his typical stoicism melts away into bewilderment. "it is?"

oh my god, did your boyfriend have some sort of strange fetish?

"i don't get it." rin frowns. "it's been making me happy recently, why's it so bad?"

"but why's that?"

lithe fingers brush a few strands of hair behind your ears. "you're always so tired recently, it makes me feel at peace seeing you rest. i'm relieved knowing that you're getting a proper break." his aquamarine irises avoid eye contact, pink dusting his cheeks. "i like having you close to me, too."

guilt permeates your gut for having such assumptions. "sorry for assuming the worst, love." your hand cups his, bringing it to your lips for a kiss. "i'm just busy, with exams and stuff, y'know?"

"i know, and i get that. but i don't like the possibility of you collapsing from not sleeping enough, or burning out. and you deserve to sleep and eat properly, they're important for learning and improvement too."

and rin's right, it just feels as though there's not enough time, with so many exams being stuffed into such a little period. there's the fear of failing, falling behind peers and all the efforts you've put in amounting to nothing because of a mistake.

but as he said, rest is important, just as much as working hard. success cannot be attain with one without the other.

you settle yourself onto rin's lap, resting your head on his shoulder, and back against his chest, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "thanks for reminding me, i'm done for today. let's make the most of tonight."

he responds with a small smile, and wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"i must be really pretty then, if watching me sleep is that enjoyable." you throw out an attempt of teasing him, waiting for his reaction.

"nah. your face kinda squishes up on my shoulder."

"wow. okay. i see—"

"your neck also ends up in the weirdest positions so i usually have to move you around to make sure you don't have too much neck pain later."

"very sweet of you, that's enough though."

"did i mention you drool sometimes too?"

"rin—"

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© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[popponn]

no fic till new year have kaiser blurb i threw at @doobea once. i think i was unto something here. unproofreaded btw

[silverjirachi]

😅🤡💖

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

The Rhoam Cucking Chronicles feels like it was written in a nyquil-induced fever dream but I don't like, regret that I wrote it. I'm the only person in the world who ships Colress and Concordia though so I just kind of have to look at the 120k I've written of them doing absolutely nothing and take that as it is

OH OH OH AND I HAVE AN ENTIRE SELF-PUBLISHED UNPROOFREAD BOOK THAT I WROTE AT 13 THAT WAS BASED ON SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG BUT I TURNED THEM INTO PEOPLE

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

VOE AND YOU. Or the Miss Vai Contest. Any of the Stories from Exile bits I've written about my 16 year old Kohga dressing in drag and going into Gerudo Town to get therapy on how to talk to boys so he can date Sooga. I live for that.

But I have so many little bits that make me laugh in all of my fics. The Dead Sea Trilogy is so lighthearted actually and there are so many bits in it (especially in Icarus, which I am still writing btw) that make me giggle. One such is a moment when Colress goes on a fourth-wall breaking rant (twice).

💖 What made you start writing?

I've been writing ever since I was very little. Like, as soon as I could spell words. And honestly I think I even tried before I could spell words. I completed my first book when I was like 8 or 10 but I made all kinds of little stories before then too. My brain just never stops thinking and I need a way to get all these scenes and stories out.

As for writing and posting fic, that started when I was around 18 with my Hardenshipping (Maxie/Archie) Pokemon fic, The Devil and the Dead Sea. I took a long hiatus from writing for mental and emotional reasons, and it caused me to abandon this story for five years, and what it came down to was I sat and had a conversation with myself where I was like, "Do I want to go my whole life without telling this story?" and the answer was no, and I've never felt better since.

Writing Emoji Asks! ☺️💖📝

[levynite]

*inflicts pun on front page yet unproofread copy on everyone*

This is the club's actual motto btw

[mintseesaw]

hi! so i was reading fierce and delicate and there were little things that made me feel uneasy :) like the woman taking care of the housework and the man, jungkook, taking care of providing for her(?), driving and little gestures here and there that didnt sit with me since its 2020. ive no aim of shitting on you i think ure an amazing author and i enjoy ur works a lot but i wanted to point them out bc as writers i think these are important despite being little things. love your blog btw love❤️

(cont.) i sincerely apologise if i came off rude. i really like your blog and value you but i may have misunderstood your work and as i said, i have no intention of shitting on you🥺please dont misunderstand me i really would be sad if i came off the wrong way. those are just the little things that didnt go with me but i really like your writing and will finish the fic asap. have a nice day

Hi, thank you for raising this issue. I wrote this a year ago and have honestly zero recollection of its whole content aside from the plot and the characters. So i wanted to address this matter after re-reading the fic which is why it took me days to answer your asks.

After reading the first few paragraphs, I understood right away where you’re coming from. I guess, I have no valid reasons why I wrote bits and pieces of information of their marriage as a stereotypical household other than than it being their own ‘choices’.

But I agree with you, and I do not wish to instill an ancient belief to the readers, one that even I do not believe of or something I would never be obligated to follow when I already have my own family. I consider it as a mistake or an error of mine, overlooking the stereotypical gender roles in pursuit of the plot.

Jungkook, as I recall, is characterized as stubborn and adamant to financially provide for his family in his own reasons. He is also intimidated by the fact that his wife earns more than he does, with this, he kind of tries to compensate it with other roles to fill the void.

Even without rereading the fic, i was talking to sweetbunnykook weeks ago and told bunny it’s too cringey for me to reread it so i plan to edit it out when i find the time. Perhaps, I would consider having beta readers (if anyone is interested) in my future fics as to have different perspectives in the editing phase.

Lastly, thank you for loving my blog despite having to endure reading haphazardly written and unproofread fics 🤧

[kitorin]

"What's a possession of yours you associate with your lover?"

Meguru ponders a bit at the question, clearly deep in thought. You place down the card, one from the bunch of 'Questions for couples' game Yoichi had gifted you recently. They're fun, ranging from deep, personal ones to lighthearted ones which were ultimately a matter of simple preferences. Apparently, they bring newer couples closer together (keyword 'apparently', Yoichi's only validation is his own knowledge).

You wait patiently— though fun they're not all easy, most questions were accompanied by a pause to contemplate. You've both considered giving up a question or two, simply because there was too much to think about (those resulted in a ramble or two, they're barely articulate but interesting to listen to nonetheless).

"Got it!" He smiles with triumph, as if he'd just won a prize or scored a goal.

"Omamori! The one my mum bought me this year." You know exactly what he's talking about; the Japanese amulet she'd purchased in Osaka during an art exhibition. Pink brocade silk bag adorned with cherry blossoms in a darker shade, the temple's name written in golden kanji on one side— with the other having success on it. It's so pretty, he carries it around wherever he goes, either the white string tied to his bag or placed securely in his pocket.

You weren't sure what he'd say, but a good luck charm certainly didn't come to mind.

"Why? Is it because I'm pretty?"

"Not really."

"You're so lovely, Meguru." Sarcasm laces itself with your tone. If not that, then you're even more curious about what it could be.

"No, I mean, I can't compare how pretty you are to anything else in this world, really." It's almost miraculous how he went from seemingly insulting you to making your face flush with flustered embarrassment. "But that's not the main point. This omamori." He reaches into his pocket, stroking it but leaving it there. "Is a lot more special than any other one." There's his grin, the one that competes with the sun because of how warm he is.

Nothing really comes to mind. You know they 'expire', some people believe they do every year, returning them to the temple for the staff to burn it in a ceremony. Others believe that they last forever. That doesn't serve as a clue anyways, whichever Meguru was, he kept them around either way.

You yield, too impatient and curious to think much more about it. "I give up."

"It's because we started dating this year."

"Doesn't the kanji say it's for career success?" There's no correlation between it and you, you have nothing to do with his position as an athlete, or with soccer as a whole.

"I didn't mean it like that." Meguru pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling his chin into your shoulder. "You're my omamori."

You feel as if it's the other way, he's always defending you; being the first to stand up for you verbally or fighting without hesitation even if the opposing party was for no match for you in the first place. Remaining silent, you wait for him to clarify.

"You've always helped me feel at peace. You protect me from those scary thoughts that have kept me up for nights. You protect me from loneliness." His hug grows tighter, as if something was going to take you away from him. "Thanks to you I don't have to rely on some imaginary friend to keep me company."

Your fingers run through his hair, soft and messy from rolling around during his nap from earlier. "Then I hope you'll let me continue doing so."

"Of course." Meguru kisses you, the sweetness of him and pineapple lingering on your lips. "I love you."

Those three words are no foreigner to you. You've uttered them to friends, family, and even strangers on the internet. But with intimacy those very same words metamorphose into something different. The allure of romance places weight onto them, the weight of upmost importance.

That doesn't mean you find it too heavy.

"I love you too, Meguru." You go for another kiss, the saccharinity of his lips being strangely addictive, something about the taste of him mingled with pineapple is so intoxicating.

Three simple words, yet known to possess so much significance. They say it's a frightening confession to make, a powerful declaration of adoration and vulnerability. Much like any component of love, it comes with uncertainty and the fear of being deprived of reciprocated feelings.

Not for you though, the words come off both of your tongues smoothly, as if you were born to do so. There's no signs of hesitation or fear, or worry— just faces flushed with bashful scarlet and kisses honeyed with adoration.

( Guess the card game wasn't lying when it said it'd bring you closer, nor was Yoichi )

Tagging: @yuzurins

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