can i call you tonight? ☆
feat. | scaramouche for chiyo bc u asked, just 10 years later
summary | seeing scara after a long time :) set in a coffee shop and modern
a/n | tfw u havent written in like three months so u forgot ur formatting and also why do u shitpost sm ✨ and also ur formatting is ugly af time to change it but ur too lazy what the fuck sunny. also ps im sorry if this is ooc
scaramouche |
you haven't heard from scaramouche for ages--probably weeks? probably months? honestly, you're trying to forget, you swear, but you really can't. it takes everything in you to not check who it is when the cafe door opens, every single time.
maybe this time... maybe this time it'll be him, you tell yourself when the bell jingles above the door.
you used to go to the cafe to work, because at home, it was too loud, crowded with your family. you have your own place now; there's no reason why you stay at the cafe besides the fact that you met him there the very first time.
he had rushed in from the rain, dripping wet, and painfully short, and your heart had jumped. you'd seen him around town, buying various things (he'd taken a clear hankering to unagi chazuke) and walking. you'd watched him as he'd plodded to the cash register, ordering a coffee (black). you hadn't been able to take your eyes off of him as he'd sat down beside you.
you had scooted your stuff away, which had prompted him to gruffly ask, "is this seat taken?"
"no," you'd replied, closing your laptop and folding your arms over it. "scaramouche, right?"
that had kindled a friendship--and dare you say, even more?--but then one night, he'd left. not a word, not a letter, not anything. just up and left. it had torn a hole in your heart that you tried to fill with too-sweet coffee and running mile after mile, covering stretches of land in the hopes that you'd glimpse his face.
you loathed how you thought about him, how you dreamt up scenarios where he'd walk into the cafe, apologizing for his absence (usually, something had happened to the tsaritsa and he'd had to leave) and sitting down beside you. sometimes, when you hated yourself, you'd imagine him walking in with someone else on his arm.
you lose yourself in your daydream, sipping slowly at your intensely sweet coffee of the day, when someone pulls up a chair across from you. you ignore them and turn up your music, hoping they'll get the hint. can't they tell?? you're lost in your daydream.
three songs play before the other person apparently decides they've had enough and clears their throat. you glance up and a flush washes over your body, background sounds disappearing. your hands tremble a little bit (fucking hell, you want to laugh at yourself) and you can feel a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. you stifle a little laugh.
you set your tea down, trying to calm your racing heart down, to no avail. he can probably tell how much you'd missed him right on your face. probably it's written right across your forehead: I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I THOUGHT UP AT LEAST 100 SCENARIOS ABOUT YOU COMING BACK.
this is so stupid, you tell yourself, slowly taking off your headphones. "no way," you mutter, "no way you're back."
he spreads his arms out wide, leaning back in his chair, just as he always did. "what can i say? i missed you."
you scoff, but this time, you can't stop the smile spreading across your face. "i'm mad, just so you know," you tell him, but pull your chair closer to his. "and i have work to do."
"oh," he says. is it just you, or is he a little bit disappointed? huh. maybe he did miss you after all.
"can i call you tonight?" you ask, packing your things up. "i mean--i will. i will call you tonight."
"yes," you hear him call out as you shut the cafe door behind you.
you walk away with a little pep in your step, beaming so wide it hurts your cheeks.
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now these are bones opinions and ive only seen like 3 episodes of naruto before i got bored but i gotta say: it IS weird that the show puts SO much emphasis on naruto coming from nothing and then makes his dad like, the ninja-president cause it feels like naruto is only impoverished bc the narrative needs to LOOK like it's important that he's in poverty
Smarter, more Naruto-centric blogs have discussed this odd retcon than I, but Nonny... let me just give you a sampler of how weird the retcon was.
(ALL of this is a retcon btw. We learn nearly everything about Naruto's lineage in one fell swoop.)
We find out that Naruto is actually the son of Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze.
Kushina Uzumaki is one of the last known members of a super powerful bloodline who was renowed for being special vessels of "Tailed Beasts."
Not only are Uzumakis powerful and renowed, Kushina being a survivor of the collapse of a nation, but any other Vessel who lets lose a tailed beast out of their body typically dies. (Unless you're gaara, then ur protected by being a main character)
She was known as the newest vessel of the Nine-Tailed Fox, which is basically like Konoha's very important nuclear warhead. Having a nuclear warhead is a major political consideration for ALL nations as a deterrant against invasion.
Minato, meanwhile, was the Hokage. President Dictator of Konoha.
These Are Both Well Known People. These Are Political Figureheads.
And also Kushina and Sasuke's mother were personal friends. Sasuke's mom was aware her friend was pregnant.
But when a Vessel gives birth is apparently becomes a moment of weakness during which the Tailed Beast can pop out. They take precautions, but You Can't Thwart Stage One
Nine-Tailed Fox kills a bunch of people in its rampage and Minato seals the beastie into a baby before dying (this part is not a retcon this is established from like the 1st chapter)
But it turns out that actually Minato and Kushina did it together and put the beastie into THEIR OWN baby.
But this makes NO sense in hindsight... like, at all.
His last name is Uzumaki and NO ONE KNEW?
He NEVER LEARNED what an Uzumaki is?
He looks JUST like Minato, too, spitting image. And no one knows.
THE PREVIOUS DICTATOR PRESIDENT
In spite of it being KNOWN that Minato was married to the previous Nuclear Warhead Holder.
This one shows up with a Nuclear Warhead of his own and no one puts two and two together
Sasuke's Mom also never approaches the very obvious child of her friend. Only person in the whole village with her last name. Born around the same time that her pregnant friend vanished.
Making Tailed Beasts into Nuclear Warheads was also a mistake because why the hell is no one trying to kidnap this unwanted WEAPON if having and using them is a major political consideration???
But no we gotta make Naruto the specialist boy to have ever been born and he's so amazing and perfect and always destined for greatness because of his birth. Who cares how little sense it actually makes.
It's like Kishimoto wanted to have his cake and eat it too; have Naruto both come from poverty and humble beginnings, but also have been the chosen one all along who was always going to become the big damn hero. Frustrating.
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'Especially when the only thought in my head was something really filthy with Lee' would you be so kind of as to share said filthy thought? (also ily and I hope your head is feeling better!!) -🍑 anon
I totally forgot to elaborate on this!! And my head is feeling so much better now, thank you honey! Gonna try to keep it really far away from the kitchen ceiling from now on 💗
I’d been thinking about innocent reader maybe going out of town on vacation or something? Maybe by this stage, Lee has got to her a bit. She’s more corrupted than she was but she’s still got that sweet innocent look that has Lee’s cock twitching.
When you come back to town, Lee can hardly keep his hands to himself. He’s missed everything about you so badly. He’s missed the taste and feel of your body, he’s missed the grip of your warm wet cunt fluttering around him and God he’s missed your sweet little moans. His fist just can’t compare. Getting himself off twice a day isn’t even enough to satisfy him when he’s getting off to thoughts of you.
As soon as he has you alone, he’s kissing you hungrily, too wound up to be gentle. “Ya miss me, sugar?” He pants against your neck as he covers it in kisses, biting at the skin and letting his soft tummy bump against you, pressing you back against the bed.
“Missed you so much, Daddy.” You whisper, letting yourself fall onto the mattress with a soft moan but he just puts it down to the fact it’s been so long.
“Missed you too, sweetheart. Thought about ya a whole lot, ya know that?” He smirks, a hand landing on each of your knees, pulling them apart. His thick fingers trail against you the way they always do, making sure you keep his strict ‘no panties’ rule. He hums in satisfaction at your obedience, marvelling in the fact you’re so wet already but working his finger into your slick little hole is far more difficult than it’s ever been.
The look of confusion on his face only lasts a few seconds before his eyes widen, his fingers drifting lower and meeting the cool base of something metal.
“What the fuck…?” He questions softly, gripping your body roughly and flipping you onto your front with your ass in the air, almost as if you weigh nothing.
Your little skirt is flipped up, exposing the circular base of the plug that’s nestled beautifully between your asscheeks.
“Daddy’s girl.” He reads, his head practically spinning. He’s never been this hard before in his damn life. He almost thinks he’s going to blow a load in his pants and not even make it inside you.
“You like it, daddy?” You smirk, looking over your shoulder while wiggling your ass teasingly. You feel a firm spank to your left ass cheek and you hear Lee groan, mesmerised by the jiggle.
“Holy fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the death of me, ya know that?” His eyes haven’t left the base of the plug and they still don’t shift as he undoes his belt. “Spoilt for fuckin’ choice, darlin’. Do I take this little thing out and really fill your asshole? Or do I force myself into your pussy while that thing stretches your ass out. Bet you’ll be tighter than I ever fuckin’ felt before.”
His fingers tap gently on the base of the plug, making you clench around it and God, you’re so full already you can’t even imagine how Lee could fit inside you too. You keep yourself propped up on one elbow, still looking back at him as you bring a hand between your legs, letting two fingers circle your clit. “Whatever you want, daddy. ‘M all yours, you know that.”
He swears he’s going to lose it just from watching you. His fingertips press into your sopping pussy, testing how much give he’s working with while he strokes his cock a little too frantically.
“Sweet little thing like you, spread out ’n waitin’ to get your asshole fucked. How could I say no to that?”
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