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i am not trustworthy 🙂
[[THAT IS NOT U JANA]]
”Don’t get up yet, you’re still bleeding.”
Hurt/Comfort Roleplay Prompts
Sasuke’s palm pressing against his shoulder means more than his words, because Itachi was about to attempt just that.
He’s woozy, having lost nearly a pint already, and the thought that he’s ruining Sasuke’s sleeve and several of the balls of yarn strewn about him saddens him more than anything.
In his twenty one years, he’s had a variety of weapons used against him. From fine lines of string, to serrated shuriken and kunai.
Sturdy knitting needles was new. He brought it on himself, really. Disobeyed Sasuke’s orders to go outside without his supervision. He’d only run out of yarn to finish a quilt for his brother. It was meant to be ten minutes there and back.
“They’re just scared…” he whispers, turning his gaze up in Sasuke’s direction. Please don’t go after them, this is my fault. They’re harmless mothers, acting in the need to protect their children.
Yet it is Sakura who loses her temper and shouts at the group of women nearby, tending to Itachi’s shoulder just as he passes out due to the blood loss.
He’s been sick for the past few days, locked away in his room. He peeks from under the covers when he hears his door slide open. “Itachi,” he croaks,” you shouldn’t be here.” He doesn’t want his little brother to catch this. It’s been hell dealing with it. Pushing himself to sit up, Sasuke reaches for a tissue and blows his nose.
“I haven’t seen you in a while.” Okay, three days and 13 hours, but that was a long time for him. Mother told him the same thing, that he shouldn’t come near Sasuke, that the illness was contagious.
But he’s gotten fed up with what little they’re doing to help Sasuke. It wasn’t right isolating him…
“I brought you soup.”
As in, he watched his Mother cook it and stole it when she wasn’t looking.
Sasuke looks up, dark eyes wide with surprise.
Swallowing thickly he crosses his arms over his chest but it doesn’t help pressure in stomach and chest. His brother’s reassurance doesn’t alleviate any of the negative emotions coursing through him.
“I’ll go get nii-san a band-aid,” he says. It was the least he could do, it what he should do after hurting his big brother. Sasuke doesn’t wait to hear his brother’s response, running off after those words leave him. He returns a few moments later band-aid in hand and some tissue to clean the scratch.
As he approaches his brother he tries to act casual, but caution lines his movements in the stiffness of his shoulders and arms when he extends the items to his brother.
This is what he was trying to avoid, you know.
He keeps talking to himself in his mind, as Sasuke skitters off for something other. Probably a bandage.
Was his Father capable of turning them against each other? Was he blind to how this was affecting Sasuke? Or did he choose to turn a blind eye on purpose?
Despite being far above Jonin level, he almost doesn’t register Sasuke’s return, not until the boy has been standing there for a few moments.
“This isn’t your fault.” It’s what he chooses to stay instead of a simple thank you, forgoing the items to gently take Sasuke’s wrists in his hands first. Sasuke hasn’t done anything wrong.
5) What is the darkest or scariest plot you’ve ever written?
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What is the darkest or scariest plot you’ve ever written?
[[ Gosh…hmmm. I’ve written a lot of shit, but I have to say Blinded In Chains would’ve taken the cake for the darkest shit I’ve written. It’s not even complete lol. Essentially Itachi manages to survive his fight with Sasuke. But his brain’s deteriorated enough to the point he thinks Sasuke belongs to him and only he can keep him safe. This would’ve been the first thread, iirc, that actually had rape in it. ]]
Bad Touch
Sasuke curses as the kunai shakes in his grip. Scared? No, no no…he wasn’t scared, he couldn’t be scared. He was Uchiha Sasuke, and he was so close to his Jounin title he could smell it.
All around him is thick, thick mist, and not even the Sharingan helps, because the mist is infused with chakra and he can’t make out where his brother could possibly be.
The last time he spoke to Itachi he cursed at him. For taking it easy on him. He’d never move forward if Itachi kept babying him, and so he demanded Itachi treat training sessions as if they were fighting to the death.
He second guesses his decision when he hears the heel of a sandal scuff against the dirt, and swipes blindly behind him. Not even his chokuto can cleanly cut through the mist, forming itself back together.
Sasuke never finishes with the swing. He sees a vague bluish blur before Itachi’s fist cleanly meets with his face, body tumbling backwards harshly.
He screams for his brother to stop when his throat is bared to the air, when there’s a weight on his chest and a pair of hands on his head, and he feels the tip of a kunai at his throat.
Happy to be in his brother’s arms, Sasuke happily giggles. Nuzzling Itachi’s face with his own, he gives him a grin. Being held by his brother is way better than walking! He always feels safe and warm with Itachi around.
If Itachi has his way, Sasuke won’t learn to walk until he’s at least a year old. It’s simply too rewarding to have Sasuke in his arms. He’s so happy, how can he justify putting him back down?
He shifts his grip, so that he can move around their house with Sasuke in tow. Maybe he’d warm him a bottle.
Sasuke clings to his big brother’s leg to provide him stability as he walks alongside him. He’s still very wobbly with his steps. Though he’s growing tired of this walking thing. Soon he stops and sticks his arms up, whimpering to gain his brother’s attention. Up up he says with his big dark eyes.
His parents are away more and more often, leaving Itachi unable able train in the evenings, moved to his duty of raising Sasuke. It’s not that he minds Sasuke’s company. His little brother makes his heart leap, but he also can’t be strong enough to protect him if he keeps having to miss his sessions.
Today Itachi is the teacher, trying to get Sasuke to learn to carry his own weight. Realistically, he should say no, and continue to toddle Sasuke along, but…
He’s so horribly weak for those eyes. So innocent, and he knows if he waits too long he risks his brother’s tears, and more than anything he doesn’t want to hurt his baby brother.
“Alright.” He kneels down, and wraps his arms under his baby brother’s shoulders, lifting him up. Sasuke’s heavier– but Itachi can carry a couple hundred pounds with ease. This is nothing.
Sasuke is in charge of baby Itachi for the evening, or so he proclaimed. He sits with his little brother on his lap out on the porch, playing with his little hands by clapping them together.
Itachi doesn’t get it. But he doesn’t get a lot of things.
Fat lips open and eyes wide, he just watches Sasuke take his hands and clasp them together repeatedly. Were he another baby, he might’ve fussed, or cried at the lack of control of his own hands. But there was no danger here.
He might also be drooling.
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