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nejibaby · 1 year

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Pairing: Haitani Ran x Reader

Description: Haitani Ran just might be the most overprotective father.

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Once in a while Haitani Ran indulges in his simple pleasures in life — these being (1) sleeping for at least 15 hours, and (2) spending the day with his dear family.

Thus on his rare days off, an unofficial rule in the Haitani household is to not wake him up from his slumber. Simply because a well-rested Ran guarantees a better day.

However, on a certain Friday afternoon, what Ran doesn’t know is that his 18 hours of sleep would be a precursor to one of the most terrible days of his life.

So he smiles, stretches and almost rushes out of bed when he smells the freshly baked cookies you’ve made. And he grins when he hears his precious daughter giggling while you coo at her.

“Aren’t you two having too much fun without me?” Ran says with mirth as he enters the living room.

“Daddy!” Your daughter almost trips trying to reach Ran as quickly as possible.

He picks her up and spins her around as usual. Giggles immediately leave her mouth — an automatic response when she spends time with her father.

You watch with delight at their antics. And when he brings her back down to her chair, a smirk appears on your lips as you say, “Baby, why don’t you tell daddy what happened today?”

Your daughter perks up and begins to animatedly tell her father about all that has transpired in the previous hours at her school. Ran listens attentively and even matches her energy when he responds. She ends her narrative with her widest smile saying, “And when I was about to be picked up, a boy kissed me today!”

Ran splutters in shock. He shoots a glare at your direction when he hears you snicker.

“Wh-what did you say, darling? I don’t think I heard that right,” he asks your daughter.

“A boy kissed me today, daddy!” She giggles in glee, kicking her tiny feet in the air.

The look of horror on Ran’s face is comical and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from laughing. “Is he your boyfriend now, baby?” You tease.

“No! My baby does not have a boyfriend!” Ran answers your question in her stead.

“She’s our baby,” you correct.

“Not if you’re condoning this nonsense,” he mumbles.

“And she can speak for herself. Right, baby?”

“Mmh!" She nods as she munches on a cookie.

Ran pales and becomes rigid for half a minute and then suddenly he's standing up and leaving the room. You and your daughter are left dumbfounded by his actions but before you can even call him out, he's back, bringing a photo album with him.

He flips a couple of pages and points to your daughter's class picture last year. "Show daddy the boy who kissed you,” he says in a sickeningly sweet tone.

You’re left gaping at your husband, trying to wrap your head around his sudden interest with the boy.

“But daddy, he wasn’t my classmate last year. He just transferred a few months ago.”

Ran frowns. “Tell me his name then.”

You squint, finally realizing that he’s interrogating your daughter.

You turn to her, “No, baby. Don’t tell daddy his name.”

“Tell Uncle Rindou then,” Ran amends.

“Uncle Rinnie?” Your daughter repeats excitedly. “Is Uncle Rinnie coming?”

“Yes, baby. He’s on his way here as we speak. You can tell him all about the fuc— I mean, the boy who kissed you.”

You’re about to interject but your daughter responds faster, “I don’t know, daddy.” She crinkles her nose. “Uncle Rinnie still hasn’t given me the lollipop I wanted…”

“I’ll get it for you if you tell him,” Ran bribes her, which evidently works based on how giddy your daughter looks.

“Okay, that’s enough, Ran,” you shoot him a look, although it goes unnoticed as his hopeful eyes are on his daughter. “We need to talk.”

You’re dragging your husband out of the room but that doesn’t stop him from trying to get more information. “If you don’t want to tell Uncle Rindou, at least let Uncle Kakucho know!” He yells just as you both reach the door.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You raise a brow at him, putting your hands on your hips.

“What were you doing when it happened?”

“I’m just letting kids be kids.”

“Kids aren’t supposed to kiss!”

“And you shouldn’t be involved in Bonten, but I guess we can’t have everything we want,” you argue. “Now stop being a menace.”

“I wasn’t even being a menace! Just, you know… Uhm… curious.”

“Well then, stop.”

Ran huffs and then he pouts.

This fucker, you think. He’s utilizing his charms, knowing full well its effect on you.

“Whatever,” you yield. “Just don’t endanger a child over a silly kiss. Save that for when she gets her heart broken or something.”

Ran grins and salutes, “Okay, boss.”

He watches you walk away from him and try as he might, he can’t prevent the lovesick look he exhibits, knowing that he married the right one.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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rinnysmuses · 1 year

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hi all!

i made (or rather repurposed an old blog thats another sideblog) into a screenshot dump for 14.

ill still post my screenshots here as well but the ones for here are for like

headcanony stuff

the dump blog is for anything else and the occasional comic i try and do

u can follow @windupaymeric

dont ask how i got that username or who i killed

i just got lucky lmfao

thanks!

rinny

#;ooc

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andyfire122 · 5 years

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11/11/11 tag game

I was tagged by @dreamstormdragon so I’m up for it.

Rules: Answer 11 Questions, Ask Eleven Questions, Tag Eleven People!

1. Have you ever based a story on a dream you’ve had?

I have only really drempt of one character before but most of the time my dreams just leave me excited to write. They end up being exciting, like an adventure you want to know more of. While I can’t really remember the fine details it just makes me want to write something similar.

2. What do you do, when you hit a wall with a story?

I try my best to do one of my other stories. It’s why I have so many but if it’s really starting to get a struggle I just play my video games. Still writing one shot does seem to help in regards to stuff. It helps me get a pace and then maybe I find out what I need to get past the wall.

3. What kind of characters do you like to write best?

I like those that actually surprise me. Like I should know what they are gonna do but they just do something different. Let it be my character or someone else's I just like it when they decide to do something that wasn’t expected.

4. What do you read, to get inspired?

Mostly the works of my friends but if it’s something that’s engaging I tend to look. I look at all sorts of diffrent ways at presenting a story. I love all sorts of styles. It’s how I eventually got my own.

5. Do you listen to songs/any sounds while writing or do you need utter silence?

I do listen to music when writing or I just use a youtube playlist. Music does help more but I just need something in the background.

6. What is your favorite author?

I like anything that is engaging but the one that’s my favorite is Ann McCaffery.

7. There’s a zombie apocalypse and the CDC issues that the only way to kill the zombies, is to hit them with your least favorite book. What book, do you use to kill some zombies?

Well, It looks like I’m beating zombies with some Lord of the rings. I honstly liked the movie better. I just couldn’t get into the book.

8. What do you think is going to be the next big “monster trend” in modern day literature? We’ve had Vampires, werewolves and zombies, what do you think is next?

Bring more Demons, and Angels. No wait, Dragons. Everything goes great with more dragons.

9. Which wip of yours is the favorite child? If you only have one WIP, which character is the favorite child?

Well since Angel Origins is my venture into my first book I say that’s my favoite. I had it’s modern tale in mind but the origin has been in my head for a long time. Plus exploring Srah’s past has been a treat. I do love her, despite how I made her.

10. What kind of things do you like to use to get in the writing mood?

I sit and listen to whatever music is recomended. I used to listen to mussic all the time and just day dream. I tend to picture the scene really good that way. Or it could be from just a simple conversation about characters with people. Take a topic and roll with it.

11. Outline or no outline?

I honestly tried at one point but I could never focus enough to do it. Sure I have a few notes but most of the time what goes on just stays in my head.

Now for my questions

1. What helps you with character design or if you can’t draw what helps you picture your character

2. Any insperations

3. If you can talk with anyone or anything you created who would it be and what would you say to them?

4. Any fun projects that stick out?

5. Any genra you like to write?

6. Who do you consider is the best character you made?

7. You have to be on a quest with someone from your favoite book/comic, who would it be?

8. Favorite book?

9. Do you take notes or outline plot points?

10. Any troubles making an oc?

11. Current Wips that your loving?

now to tag my crew. (the writing on your comics is good so I’m tagging you guys too.) uh...I don’t have 11?!

@unluckiest-black-cat

@aretmaw

@quoth143

@connorwing

@theblueskyphoenix

@xwolf-26

@the-valiant-valkyrie

@rinni-rayne-fire

#thanks for the tag #I was having trouble #I really need to meet more people who write

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rinni-rayne-fire · 6 years

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If me and friends decide to make a comic or a manga about the classic 21 dubbers (Rinni, Mika, BREEEENT, Taco, and Kibo) based on the progress you all made all in anime form, would y'all read it?

heck yeah I would! I would even try to dub it if we can

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ol-razzle-dazazzle · 7 years

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For Elise

I’d just like to preface this saying that THIS RELATIONSHIP IS NOT MEANT TO BE ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL. ANY MENTIONS OF SHIPPING AND PEDOPHILIA WILL BE BLOCKED. I DO NOT CONDONE SHIPPING WITH MINORS

Also tw for physical child abuse (between mori and his dad), murder, graphic depictions of violence, that kinda thing so please don’t read this if you will be discomforted by these.

This is meant to be an exploration into Mori’s backstory and Elise’s relationship, autonomy and how they both develop. The two are not shown in a romantic way, and the things Mori does are meant to be wrong. Critiquing this work is totally fine, and additions onto your thoughts are welcome, but anything resembling a minor adult relationship will be blocked immediately.

When I was younger I had an imaginary friend, as most children do.

I myself, was an imaginary fairy tale child never meant to be. A glorious fling at some long forgotten golden day ballroom. The only memory I have of her is seen only through her porcelain beauty in dolls. Father was a doll maker. I based my imaginary friend off her.

There is nothing stranger when you’re a child then being able to configure a person. I remember when I was the ripe age of 8 that I saw no longer the invisible then a mannequin, untouched girl my age lying down. Flat, soulless eyes. Fair blonde hair like spun gold. Her eyes made no attempt to stare. Is this her? “Rinny?” I had never been called that name.

“That’s not my name.” I wave a hand and she gets up. “I like it! It’s cute.” She looks around, seeing the surrounding dolls. “Well?” She turns to me, and the childish mythical light returns to her. “Well what?” “Aren’t you going to make me wear one of these?”

I look around at the dolls, as she follows around me. “What’s you’re name?”

She giggles, “Elise, you know that already, Rinny.” Out of the corner of my eye I find a nice pink dress with frills and before I know it she’s already dashed towards it. “It’s lovely!” “It is…but…” It doesn’t fit, it doesn’t feel right. “Oh, at least make me try it!” How could I go against the emerald sparkle in her eyes?

“Okay…how do I do that?” “Just configure me like you did to make me move.” “Right, so I move my hand onto-” “You can’t just watch me change, jeez!” She sticks her tongue out, despite the fact that she’s just dashed around normally. “R-Right…” I turn around, and do some strange orchestration with my fingers, and… “Don’t I look adorable?” “Yes, you do.” I smile. “You’re not even looking!” She huffs, walking over to me, the soft clack of wooden clogs that almost slip off on her. “Haven’t you heard of fastening?” She chuckles. “What do you think?”

“…I don’t like it.” The words spill, it’s surprisingly easy to be honest with her. “Ah I know right! I hate it!” She grabs the dress, her eyes look different…pale, thin, reptilian almost. She grabs the frock, nails ripping into the expensive fabric and tearing it into pieces.

“E-Elise, what are you, stupid?!” I run towards the fabric, but to no avail- it’s merely a pile of rags.

Father would kill me.

“No…” She raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t like it, so I destroyed it.”

I groan, “Just because I hate it doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve to exist.”

“Well you like me, and I deserve to exist, don’t I?”

“…” I can barely stare at her.

“See?” And with that laugh, I can’t stay mad- not that I was in the first place.

*****

Until he comes home. Father usually worked in other rooms, but when he needed to get lace…he noticed one of the dresses was missing.

Father usually drank. Drank to forget, forget ‘her’ and to forget me. As if my existence was some fairy tale like dream, just born from imagination.

However, the blows he struck upon me were reality.

I had always been a mouse. Quiet. I never made a sound. I cleaned, I helped Father when he was sick, it was if I was the one playing house. With my imaginary friends.

Where is she? I yelp as he throws me into the wall. If Mother was here, would she allow this? Is there any reason for my existence, aside from being spit at that I’m just a “Bastard.”

There’s a chuckle. As if the cherubs in heaven are laughing at my bruises. I look up, and am rewarded with another punch.

I stare at Father. I hate him. I want to kill him. But I could never, I’m not an idealized hero or whatever bullshit, I’m a scared little child.

He stopped moving, as if I willed it.

Father fell down, and I see her there.

“E-Elise?” She’s covered in blood, she clawed his organs as easily as fabric.

“Rinny.” She smiles, and she lets out a hand. “You control the world around you now.”

This was my first time my hands became covered in blood.

*****

School wasn’t particularly better. I had sold most of the dresses and dolls (much to Elise’s dismay), but I left all the red ones alone, she liked those best, and they suited her.

There was one problem though, as schoolchildren grew up, and nattered on about love and whatever else, I found no such thing. Despite the fact that we played house together, and she did my school tie in the mornings, I felt no need to set my lips upon anyone, let alone all that other…insanitary matters.

As time went on, she needed a bigger chair as she insisted fixing my collar.

Elise had stuck through everything with me, except one thing.

She never aged.

“Elise…can you come here for a moment?” I call out to her, wincing at my legs. It was to be expected, a bastard orphan with an imaginary friend, and a weakling at that. I was always frail. I never felt the need to run away.

“Of course!” She skipped over to me, but halfway through her smile dissolved, but continued nonetheless.

“Can I hug you?” It was rare that my voice shook, but I had realized that I haven’t felt human affection in…decades, at least. Even the batterings were somewhat bearable to simply feel skin.

She laughed. A long time, a strained time.

I stepped closer, she stepped back.

“…You know the answer to that. I’m not going to give you a false hope.”

She’s not real. She’s not real. She’s not real.

“Can I pretend?”

I felt plastic-like arms around me. “As long as you know you are.”

***** Another problem that came with school, is what would come after. I was smart enough; excelling at most things, be it writing or science. In true ‘nerd’ fashion, my only lacking subject was Physical Education.

I liked the feel of wearing a labcoat. It was like my very own ballgown, where I would twirl. Sometimes, if I could conjure her, Elise would appear, and (as she had learnt to float by now) we would dance and laugh until the world seemed to dull.

“You know, Rintarou- you could always give them some nice chemicals.” She peers over an experiment, poking at a beaker. “This one’s really pretty! It’s such a lovely shade of purple, anyone would want to drink it!”

“You know that would shut down your internal organs, right?” I can’t help but chuckle, but I would never do such a thing.

“Even soooo…lemme have it!” She smiles gleefully, and I flick her away.

I hear a set of footsteps. It’s not the same clack as Elise’s shoes.

“What’s he even doing here? Does he want to burn the place down?” “I hear that’s what happened with his dad.” “Really? Nah, such a pathetic idiot couldn’t even fight back.” “Let’s make him drink it!”

My mouth was clasped open, and my eyes widened at the poison, before flickering shut.

Ah, so this is how it ends. At least I’m wearing my borrowed labcoat. On second thought, maybe burning this school would be better…I want them to suffer. I want them to die.

Glass shattered on the floor.

And when I opened my eyes, they were dead.

I looked over at the cut open corpses, and Elise smiling innocently with a scalpel in her hand, eyes thin and dimples showing.

“Thank you.” The words came out of me breathlessly, but were said…nonchalantly. I was amazed at myself, for not crying or screaming. Before me are three dead bodies.

I controlled the world around me.

I smiled.

“Elise, hand me the scalpel.” She did, and I could swear her skin almost had some flesh to it.

The human body is such a fascinating thing, isn’t it? There’s so many complex things to it, so much filth, so many cells… and yet, Elise was merely…a thing. Not human, but even devoid of such things as guilt, she cared about me.

Maybe she was more human than I could ever be.

Three months later after the deaths of students were forgotten, I got asked what I wanted to do.

“I want to become a doctor.”

*****

And so I worked. Elise was upset, but managed to satisfy her imagination with designs of cute doctor attire. During all nighters where she held crayons cradled in her arms, I set a blanket over her, and reminded myself I needed sleep.

She was just as determined as I was to study, and with the help of all nighters and comically shaped flash cards, I managed to get into a med school.

It was then everything…ah, got better as much as it got worse.

*****

I met someone very strange there. For you see, I’d never met someone that had something like I did. An ability.

A woman who was probably the closest person befitting of a title such as 'friend’.

The next two years passed without a hitch. I noticed that Yosano’s patients during our internship were at 100% success rate, and she was taken into emergency.

As someone who was relatively calm myself, and had experienced death, I was alongside her, though sadly my patients died due to internal bleeding.

Yosano was an empathic doctor, as she grieved for the patients I lost more than I did. It was her only weakness, and soon she started to adopt some sadistic state to deal with it. Our patients were probably too scared to die ahahaha~

But there was one.

It was at 3 in the morning, Yosano had treated most of them, or they were sent into other sectors. 'You really shouldn’t let her do everything, you have to be the best doctor Rinny…’ Elise pouted, she finally stole away some medical equipment and wore a nurses’ garb with glee (even the initially 'tacky surgery stuff’)

But I wouldn’t be so cruel, and Elise knew that, as she flopped on the bed with a sigh. 'This is taking too long! Why do you want to be a doctor anyway?’ She kicked the sheets up.

Then he came in. A man of about sixty stepped shakily through the door. I could see the problem already in his leg, and it was my shift and Yosano’s to try and sleep.

“Shit…I think…yes, I found you.”

A strange thing to say to a doctor, as I didn’t recognize the man himself, and it was dark besides. I switched on the lights, and ushered him to the bed.

“Sir, you have a blood clot. In around 5 minutes we can treat it, though you’ll have to be careful to not put pressure on your leg.” It was a simple diagnosis, it wasn’t that bad. The man’s break was laboured and shook, even despite no further injury. He must’ve been running.

“Thank you…Doctor Rintarou.”

I glanced down at my name tag. How would he know my first name?

“I’m afraid I don’t recognize you, sir.”

He grabbed my coat to lean closer. “Don’t these eyes look familiar, Rintarou?”

“Like the eyes of my son, who was cut open in his final year.”

The grip tightened. He was choking me, but his feeble hands broke away as I wrenched free.

I’m not weak.

“Sir, I have a duty of care to save your life. The clot could prove harmful if left unchecked.” I smiled, despite sweat dripping down my collar.

“I’d rather be burned alive. I’m here because you killed him. I know you did.”

“But sir, you do know the official archives depicted a knife fight? Your son was taken in by the wrong group, it’s only natural…”

“You’re a fucking liar. I know it was you. Little Rintarou didn’t cry after that.”

“Your son was a miserable excuse of a human being.”

“I saw. Because when I was picking him up…”

“What a kind, lovely father you are. I wish I had one so respectable.”

“I saw your face was stained with purple. You were there with a child. Were you going to kill her too?”

I sigh, getting a scalpel. “Her name, sir, is Elise.”

“You didn’t even know his name. You don’t even know who he was.”

“His name?! His name means nothing! I know what he was. If it wasn’t for work reasons I could strip down and I could show you every little scratch your son wrote on me. His name! That’s what you’re here for, I’m here to make something of myself-”

“Everyone will know.” He smiles. He does share a smile with his son. Deplorable.

“I’ll tell them all.”

“The dead have no mouths.” I sneer, and plunge the scalpel into his throat.

“…What are you doing.” I turn, and I see her there. Yosano, eyes weary and gasping in horror.

“What have you done?!”

“You don’t know? Why, now how did you even pass the exam then, dear?” I feel a smile. I can’t stop, this is what it must be like when Elise finds a new ribbon.

She shoves me aside, and plunges the scalpel into his heart. “Come on… come on.”

“Yosano, why are you hurting our patient further?”

“Please…bring him back. Please, please. You shall not die.”

“Oh my.” The realization dawns on me. “You have an ability.”

She turns toward me, eyes wide. “What do you-”

“That’s why they all live.”

“That’s not true…”

“You can’t save him, he had too many internal injuries.” I smile, “He’s already dead.”

“You’re a monster.”

“I’m a doctor. And I will continue to be such…” I retrieve another knife, and stab her in the back.

“No you won’t. Get out.” She reaches for the knife behind her back, she’s fine.

For the first time, I ran.

*****

“Rinny, you should’ve been more careful.” Elise calls out. We’re in an alley, I clutch at my coat and it’s red.

“Now everything’s gone away. All that hard work.” She floats up to me.

“It’s fine. It’ll be fine.” I murmur to myself.

“He was a nice father… I’ve never seen someone defend family so much before.” Her words cut through me, but I know it’s what I think.

It’s tiring. Everything I had built up…two decades of work, and what for?

“The boss has been shot!”

Hmmm, perhaps my choice in alleyways was a bit /too/ dingy. “He needs to see a doc, right away!”

“Are you stupid? What, and just tell them, oh yeah, the port mafia boss wants a little patching up.”

Elise is tugging me. She knows where we’re going.

There’s a man bleeding out. Well, there are lots of men bleeding out, or dead. He’s murmuring, “Kill them, all of them, kill them all! ”

“They’re already dead, boss.” I see a man twice my age, smoking a cigarette as if he wasn’t standing in a field of death.

Well that’s a little hypocritical, considering…

“I know a doctor!” Shock courses through me, as Elise tugs on the man’s coat. “Rinny’s a doc! He can patch the boss up real good!”

They all stare up at me, as if judging whether I was fit to live.

“This scrawny guy?”

Elise kicks his shins, “Yeah! If anyone can, he can!” She stares up at me.

Do I really think that of myself?

“I’ll see what I can do.”

It was a bullet stuck in his shoulder. I still had some blades on me, so I managed to make short work.

However, I would like to add that it’s probably painful when you’re hearing, “Fuck it hurts! I swear, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill your whole family!”

I decided I didn’t like this man. As I was working on saving him I thought to myself 'I feel as if one day I will kill him’.

“We need something to stop the blood flow…Elise?”

She pouts, “Fine…” As she cuts at the sleeves on her dress, wrapping him up.

“Wait a sec… he’s got one.”

“What are you talking about?” Elise looks up.

“An ability? We’ve never even seen him before…”

“Let alone one that makes…this.” A man rustled Elise’s hair.

“She’s mine.”

“Yeah! He’s mine!” Elise quickly grips him away, sticking her tongue out. “He’s my ability.”

“Eh really?”

“Nope!”

“Elise…” Mori sighs softly, before smiling.

“So, you’re a doctor huh?”

“Of sorts…”

Elise smiled, “He’s going to get kicked out of med school because he killed people.”

Despite Elise’s slip, the people seem nervous, there’s an exchange of nods. The boss has passed out.

“So…how would you like to be a vet, uh…Rinny was it?”

“Ougai, its Mori Ougai.” I take extra measure to make the city light glint on my scalpel. “And I’m a doctor.”

“Well how about you take care of some ol’ dogs like us?”

***** “Hey Rinny, how come if you can 'configure me’, you never let me age for all those years?”

“Hm?” I turn towards Elise, who’s busy drawing the Mafia, in crayon. “Well…I’m not sure.”

“You said I looked like Mother, when you first made me up.” She muses, “But you never saw her aside from pictures, right?”

“Right…” I scoop her up, adjusting her ribbons. “Well, Elise was always there, and so I’ll leave you as you always are.”

“The perfect Elise.” She snickers.

“I wouldn’t change her any other way.”

Yes, she was the one constant in my life. Even as the world around me changed, as I changed from a meek worthless bastard to a much more confident and murderous bastard…she was always there.

'You can control the world around you now’.

And she finishes my thought, “But I’m your whole world, right?”

#Elise #mori #bsd #my writing #headcanons ahoy!!!#mori cares about Elise a lot #what is their relationship? daughter? servant? imaginary friend? sister? murder accomplice??? who knows #mori ougai //#if you want me to tag anything please do not hesitate to ask

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noharina · 7 years

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Aaand maybe some KakaObiRin? Not quite as binary with answers but meh xD

Who’s more dominant: In order from most to least – Kakashi, Rin, Obito. Although Obito definitely has his moments (And Rin gladly lets them both)Who’s the cuddler: Obito, Kakashi, Rin. Don’t get me wrong, Rin is very cuddly, but by the time they’re all together…the boys want it more.Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Usually somehow ends up with Obito in the middle, though some nights it’s the others.What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Kakashi and Obito like to train a lot, but Rin doesn’t enjoy it so much – she doesn’t like her boys being hurt. So probably just spending time together at home.Who uses all the hot water: Obito. Rin sometimes, but Obito relaxes in the tub and forgets that the shower’s going until suddenly it’s cold.Most trivial thing they fight over: Icha Icha. Specifically, if it qualifies as literature. Rin and Kakashi think it does, Obito thinks they’re crazy.Who does most of the cleaning: Rin. Obito makes the mess.What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: Obito, simply because he has a lot of trouble sleeping so he’s up all night even as he’s cuddling with the other two.Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Rin. The other two take a while to even notice.Who leaves their stuff around: Obito.Who remembers to buy the milk: Rin.Who remembers anniversaries: Obito.Who cooks normally: Rin.How often do they fight: Kakashi and Obito do almost daily. Enough so that Rin keeps a squirt-bottle around to calm things down when she’s just done with their shit. It’s rarely serious, but Obito’s LOUD.What do they do when they’re away from each other: Rin worries, that’s just what she does. Obito gets sloppy doing whatever he’s doing because he just wants to be back home. Kakashi looks the same as always, but inwardly thinks about the other two almost constantly – unless he’s in the middle of something big, then he’ll push the thoughts aside only to get bombarded with them more later.Nicknames for each other: Bakakashi of course. Rinny. Obito just kinda gets shortened to ‘Obi’ or ‘Bito’.Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Rin. Kakashi slips out and Obito would forget his head if it wasn’t attached most days.Who steals the covers at night: Rin. The boys don’t mind.What would they get each other for gifts: Kakashi is entirely practical. Everything has a purpose and is meant to be helpful in a very straight-forward way. Obito is the opposite, everything being more sentimental or helpful in a less obvious way. Rin falls in between the two.Who kissed who first: Obito kissed Rin first of the three. Rin, however, was the one to kiss Kakashi first.Who made the first move: Same as the kisses – though Rin wasn’t as direct about things as Obito was.Who remembers things: Kakashi acts like he doesn’t, but he does. Obito acts like he does, but doesn’t. Rin just does.Who started the relationship: Uh, it kind of came to a head one night and Rin just asked ‘why not all three’.Who cusses more: Honestly? I’d say Kakashi. Then Rin, and finally Obito.What would they do if the other one was hurt: Kakashi focuses on the mission even as his heart races. Obito panics. Rin gets angry and super-focused on healing them.Who is the dirty talker: Honestly? Rin. Kakashi tries and fails comically, and Obito flushes so damn much.A head canon:

The transition from a platonic relationship between the three to a more romantic one wasn’t anything flashy. The three had already been through so much – so much that most people couldn’t even handle – that they were already near inseparable. In fact, the only thing that gave them away, once the transition happened, was how relaxed all three were. Rin wasn’t so hovery over the other two, Obito was a bit less awkward, and Kakashi? He seemed warmer, though most people couldn’t tell easily due to his mask concealing his facial expressions.

It wasn’t until weeks later that anyone actually knew for certain what happened, and by then? They didn’t question it. Besides, who could begrudge them what happiness they could find?

#kusunokihime #headcanon #kakaobirin #I need to make a tag for them #but yeah this headcanon is assuming that y'know Rin doesn't die or is revived or something #and Obito doesn't die at the end of the 4th war #so angst abounds #𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝔀? (𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼)#(𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼)

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