2014 Shoe Locker for baka-tsumibito

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This is the Iwatobi White Day 2014 shoe locker for baka-tsumibito!

Here are some GIFT IDEAS:

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: Rin/Haru , Haru/Rin, Matsuoka Rin & Nanase Haruka, whatever you want to call them :-) (whoever tops too XP) Side Nagi/Rei and Sei/Gou works too. (even Amakata/Goro, or MaRinKa)

Likes: Tons of feels!! These two make me very emotional, so....emotional works, I guess? Rin and/or Haru angst is really heartstring-pulling, especially when they are comforted by each other. Crying Rin and crying Haru are somehow really cute. Clingy and/or jealous Haru too. Smut and angst are definitely okay~ Did I forget to say Rin & Haru realizing they're in love!? (The process is just too, too cute! And still somehow fluffy~~)

Dislikes: Haru having romantic feelings for Makoto (exception: MaRinKa), Rin slipping into Australian slang (since he never does it in the anime), Rin being portrayed as an extremely angry and crazy person (no!! He was just hurt before, it's definitely not his true personality!!), infidelity, falling out of lob (*sob*)

Anything else: I don't want to ask for too much!! Above all, I hope everyone has a great time with this event <3 Thank you, and good luck everyone!

Comments

happy white day from iwatobi-chan and ellen

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[(Anonymous)]

Sleep is heavy inside Haru, filling him up and weighing him down and somehow he's floating on it, too. Floating in it, heavy and light and overwhelmed; consumed by and subsumed into sleep. Nothing but sleep, oh yes.

Except, no. Because he's thinking of sleep now. He's aware of it. Something is making him aware, and he becomes aware of something—something that isn't sleep, something that is trying to pull him up from sleep and he knows, part of him, that the time for sleep is over, that it's better not to sleep, there's so much more than sleep, so much to awaken to, so much to live for... but he wants sleep. To sink down, into sleep, to be one with sleep. So easy to give in, and drowning must be like this, giving over, giving in...

But something isn't letting Haru drown. Something soft and softer still, too soft to be denied: fingers, lips, soft and unsleepy, dragging on his skin, waking up his skin:

"Why won't you let me sleep?" Haru murmurs, eyes closed, body still, voice awakened but low and heavy with sleep, oh sleep...

Wet and warm, breath and touch along the edge of his ear, coaxing Haru to the edge of wakefulness and he wants to roll over, roll away and curl deeper into sleep; and he wants to roll closer, into that wet warm mouth, curl his tongue round...

He stretches into a roll and opens one sleep-heavy lid: "Rin..."

Rin.

Sleep-laden lips curve up into a smile as his eye falls shut again. Rin. Rin's lips were smiling, too, and Haru feels them on his skin again, the smile seeping inside and awakening a moan, uncurling it from Haru's belly and drawing it up through his throat and out, trailing remnants of sleep, in a vibrating whisper.

Haru reaches, fingers curling around fingers, and brings Rin's hand to his mouth. The taste of Rin's skin, sweat and sex and sleep on his fingertips, rouses Haru more.

And then: kiss: Rin's mouth on his mouth, breathing into him, and Haru breathes Rin, breathes sex and the night slept through and it's not bad, no: it's the taste of waking up.

Mouths part and Rin's eyes are open and looking at him, and since Haru knows this, his eyes must be open, too. Waking up isn't easy for Haru, never has been. He wants to sleep, even now—kiss—so easy to close your eyes and sleep.

But he doesn't close his eyes. Instead, he opens his mouth: "Last night."

"Yeah," Rin says, and grins, and doesn't close his eyes but he doesn't look at Haru. He looks at his fingers on Haru's skin, tracing outside and in reverse the path that Haru's moan took inside: mouth to throat to chest to belly. Trailing down, not at his belly yet, mapping skin with touch, down and down and.

Stopped. Rin's fingers are stopped, and Haru looks up from Rin's fingers and sees that Rin has looked up from them, too.

"Last night," Haru says again, "was amazing. You were amazing."

Rin grins. "Some pretty amazing fucking, wasn't it?" His grin goes uneven, lopsided. Almost wry. Or something. Something that pokes at Haru to really wake him up.

"Yeah," Haru says, not sure if he should try smiling. "Yeah, it was." His voice softens; not with sleep, just growing softer. "And it was—it was more than fucking. Wasn't it? I mean, that's part of what was amazing, you know?"

Rin's grin comes up again, flashes wide and open and even. "It was," he says. And Haru catches the slight accent on 'was' even as Rin flops down beside him. Next to, not with, not touching.

"Is," Haru says. Rolls onto his side, looks at Rin. "Will be."

Rin rolls onto his side too and kisses Haru openmouthed, but there's no answer on his tongue.

Haru says Rin's name into Rin's mouth, and Rin swallows it without tasting it, and Haru pulls away. "Rin."

"Yeah," Rin says, like 'that's my name don't wear it out' and he leans in to kiss again.

But Haru says his name again. Rin stops and Haru thinks that there are things inside both of them and if the things don't come out, words themselves will be ruined and the taste of every kiss will be spoilt, and they'll just be fucking without talking or kissing and Haru can't say from experience but he imagines that's not something worth waking up for.

"You know I have feelings for you. Right?"

"Right," Rin says. "'Course."

When Rin leans in this time, Haru meets him openly. He tastes questions on Rin's tongue. Leaves his hand on Rin's neck when he takes his mouth away, massaging and ruffling Rin's hair. "But...?" Haru prompts.

"But," Rin says. He stops, eyes closed, looking inside himself. Haru wants to kiss him again, wants to give reassurance—but his lips might steal the words Rin is finding inside himself before he can give them to Haru. And Haru doesn't want anything stolen. So he touches and waits to be given.

And Rin looks at him and grins and shakes his head. Not like that's the answer. Like he can't believe he's here with Haru, or can't believe Haru is here with him. Like there's something unbelievable in all of this. Like it's unbelievable that Haru, since he is here, would ask Rin this. Would want to know the answer.

Would not know it already.

Rin looks at Haru and Haru is here, looking at Rin and touching him and wanting all that—to be here and touch and listen to what Rin has to say.

"It's," Rin starts. He looks at Haru looking at him and it gives Rin pause. Looks at Haru and it makes him smile and, "Nothing," Rin says, at the same time that Haru says, "Australia."

He doesn't know exactly what he means by that but he has a sense that Australia was all sorts of things Rin didn't want it to be, not just the swimming.

"Yeah," Rin says after a moment. "Australia."

Haru nods and ruffles Rin's hair, massages his neck.

"It was," Rin says, careful of tense, "what happened..."

He trails off. He doesn't go on.

"What happened in Australia is not happening with me," Haru says softly.

Rin nods, then sighs. "It wasn't tragic or anything. It's just, I guess, because he was my first..." He trails off again.

Haru doesn't know if he should say it. He didn't say it last night because he thought Rin must have known without words, but now he's not sure.

Or maybe Rin does know, and that knowledge is just the problem.

"I'm not you," he says; and before Rin can go all smartass about how obvious that is, Haru adds, "And you're not Australia."

Rin looks at him. Just looks. Something about the way Rin is looking at him makes Haru smile, and he leans in to lick the smile onto Rin's lips. He doesn't kiss, just licks his smile onto Rin's lips until Rin is smiling, too. Haru licks Rin's jaw, licks Rin's throat, mouths his adam's apple, kisses his swallow. He kisses the hollow of Rin's throat, his collarbone, his breastbone. Flicks his tongue over Rin's nipple; and again; and more. And more, and lower, Haru's mouth and hands on Rin's body, going down, down...

Haru kisses and licks and nips smiles onto Rin's skin until Rin is writhing with smiles, smiling and begging. And swallowing. Swallowing down desire and urging Haru to come back up.

But Haru keeps going down, because he wants to give this to Rin, the way that Rin gave so much to him last night; he wants to make this about Rin, the way that Rin made it about him last night. He wants this for them, to make this about them.

Haru goes down and takes Rin with him. He takes Rin's cock in his mouth, takes Rin inside him; goes into Rin, moistened fingertip, a little rough, a little right. He strokes smiles onto Rin with his tongue, strokes smiles into Rin with his finger. Stroking and circling and smiling and spiraling, and Haru feels it in his belly, deep down inside, warm wet spirals uncoiling, awakening. He slips down into the awakened spirals, slips down and down and takes Rin with him and Rin comes with him, giving in and giving over and drowning, oh yes, drowning must be like this...