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writetomyheart2012-09-16 12:18 pm
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[team 1] Obedience
Let's keep the miyatama pattern going then? (This is maybe not quite as fleshed out as it should be, but uh, idk, it wanted me to stop writing here, and who am I to argue with the words. v_v)
Come, Tamamori says and Miyata does, back arching and toes curling into the sheets.
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Go, Tamamori says and Miyata does, cheerfully collecting his clothes off the floor and bidding Tamamori good night as he steps out the door.
Tamamori has too much pride to admit it out loud, but he doesn't sleep well on nights like this. The guilt weighing on his chest is too heavy and the emptiness next to him in bed is too light.
Sometimes he runs his hand over the imprint Miyata leaves behind on his sheets. He's got a memory foam mattress so the imprint stays longer, and they fucked each other hard so the imprint is deeper. There's a wet spot where he came, and another one where Miyata did, and it's all so sordid that Tamamori winds up sleeping on the couch instead. In fits of pique, he blames Miyata. If Miyata wouldn't be so upbeat about leaving right after, then maybe Tamamori would ask him to stay. If Miyata would treat all this as less like a big joke to be shared with all and sundry, then maybe...
On the mornings after nights like this, Kitayama looks back and forth between the two of them with serious eyes and an unusually thoughtful expression. Tamamori wonders how much Miyata has told Kitayama. He wants to be angry about it, wants to stalk over to Miyata, who's joking around with Nikaido and Senga on the other side of the room, and shake him and tell him he has no business hanging their dirty laundry out for everyone to see. But Tamamori's fair, as well as hot-headed, and he reluctantly admits to himself that the fact they have 'dirty laundry' at all is his own fault.
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Stay, Tamamori says and Miyata stills, eyes widening with amazement, in the middle of pulling on his pants.
(Tamamori has too much pride to admit it out loud, but tonight he sleeps like a baby. Miyata's arm flung over his chest is annoyingly heavy and Miyata's bare skin next to his own feels oddly light.)
Come, Tamamori says and Miyata does, back arching and toes curling into the sheets.
~
Go, Tamamori says and Miyata does, cheerfully collecting his clothes off the floor and bidding Tamamori good night as he steps out the door.
Tamamori has too much pride to admit it out loud, but he doesn't sleep well on nights like this. The guilt weighing on his chest is too heavy and the emptiness next to him in bed is too light.
Sometimes he runs his hand over the imprint Miyata leaves behind on his sheets. He's got a memory foam mattress so the imprint stays longer, and they fucked each other hard so the imprint is deeper. There's a wet spot where he came, and another one where Miyata did, and it's all so sordid that Tamamori winds up sleeping on the couch instead. In fits of pique, he blames Miyata. If Miyata wouldn't be so upbeat about leaving right after, then maybe Tamamori would ask him to stay. If Miyata would treat all this as less like a big joke to be shared with all and sundry, then maybe...
On the mornings after nights like this, Kitayama looks back and forth between the two of them with serious eyes and an unusually thoughtful expression. Tamamori wonders how much Miyata has told Kitayama. He wants to be angry about it, wants to stalk over to Miyata, who's joking around with Nikaido and Senga on the other side of the room, and shake him and tell him he has no business hanging their dirty laundry out for everyone to see. But Tamamori's fair, as well as hot-headed, and he reluctantly admits to himself that the fact they have 'dirty laundry' at all is his own fault.
~
Stay, Tamamori says and Miyata stills, eyes widening with amazement, in the middle of pulling on his pants.
(Tamamori has too much pride to admit it out loud, but tonight he sleeps like a baby. Miyata's arm flung over his chest is annoyingly heavy and Miyata's bare skin next to his own feels oddly light.)
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I want to take this miyatama drabble on a date, buy it flowers and dinner, romance it, go for a late evening stroll, hold hands maybe even kiss a little, wait anxiously for it to call or message the next day while planning our wedding I took this metaphor too far but I love it that much.
I would just really love there to be more miyatama following this style/theme.
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Yes. This is still open in a tab.
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A+
I like how this is written. Thoughtful, sort of serious and heavy in terms of mood. Seeing the world through Tama's eyes, being troubled and just being as he is.
And then things are resolved and all's well and ... waah~
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in love with your writing style! ♥no subject
Do I even have a style? I've always felt rather style-less lol ;;no subject
UGH MIYATAMA FEELINGS.
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