(hypothetically) Modern Universe Where Izumi And Ryuu Have A Phone And They Send Each Other Weird Stuff

(hypothetically) modern universe where izumi and ryuu have a phone and they send each other weird stuff all the time. ryuu loves toads and frogs btw

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[ message to zoomies ]

yo

did you eat?

i made dinner for you

link

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link to a safe tumblr post

Mod // THAT’S SO FUNNY LMAO IM DYING! Izumi would be horrified at first, but then laugh.😂

*gasps* Ryuu! What did you do with that-- Oh- You’re so silly! This is why I love you :3

Izumi gazed at her counterpart. "You're so beautiful," she said, giving her a smile. This other Izumi was, indeed, beautiful. She wasn't small like she was and her face wasn't as round.

“Thank you, you’re quite adorable yourself!”

She grinned down at her younger counterpart, taking in her features that were much similar to her own. The same hair, same eyes, but she had gentle, round cheeks that Izumi just wanted to squish.

Being an only child was lonesome. She had always wondered what it would’ve been like to have a sibling of some sorts, a little brother or sister to play with and fill her life as a shinobi full of joy.

Is this what it would’ve been like?

"Mama, where do you and Papa when Uncle Shi watches me?" The little girl with brown hair and black eyes asks. (For Izumi)

Izumi blushed faintly, giggled and pet her daughter’s silky, brown hair.

“Well, you see… Mama and Papa like to spend time alone together, sometimes. You know how we love to spend time with you when we have days off from missions? Well, Mama loves to spend time with Papa doing things that we like, too~”

She knew that one day her daughter would understand. Until then, she chose to take in every single day as a Mom to the most precious girl in the world. A girl who was practically a copy and paste of her Father. Their daughter. The most beautiful creation to ever come into existence.

Quickly stripping herself of her usual attire, Izumi slips into the clothes that she had chosen from Itachi’s wardrobe and smoothes them out with her hands. They were a little baggy on her smaller frame, but so, so comfortable. They smelled like him, too. Itachi had such a subtle, home-y scent which always put her at ease.

“Okay, I’m all finished! How do I look, Ita?”

She strikes a dramatic pose like a model on a runway and giggles to herself, amused by her own playfulness.

When Itachi turns to face her, she catches a glimpse of the light pink hues on his cheeks. Was Itachi actually blushing? And because of her?

She takes a few steps towards him and leans in close, their faces only inches apart as she observes his face intently.

“Ita, are you blushing right now? All this time I’ve known you, I’ve hardly ever seen you like this… You look really cute.”

As if now only realising how close they had gotten, Izumi locks eyes with the slightly taller Uchiha and swallows the nervous lump in her throat, a shade of pink flushing her cheeks to match Itachi’s.

It was as if the world froze around her and nothing else mattered in this moment except for the person she loved and admired who was standing right in front of her. So close. So temptingly close.

Taking a deep, encouraging breath, she closes the gap between them, shutting her eyes in the process, and presses her soft, plump lips against Itachi’s. A perfectly short and sweet first kiss.

“So close, Ita. You nearly had it!”

Her encouraging words just wouldn’t be able to cut it this time… She knew that much. This was Sasuke’s shirt we were talking about here, an article of clothing belonging to the most important person in the world to Itachi. Folding this shirt, as tedious as it was for someone with a singular functioning arm, was essential for Itachi to perfect.

“Hey now… How about we try this instead?”

Izumi carefully positions herself almost completely behind Itachi, her own arm taking the place of the Uchiha male’s injured one. If he couldn’t fold his sibling’s shirt with one hand, she was determined to assist him with completing the task one way or another.

“It may seem a little silly, but it’s like you’ve got both arms now, right? Let’s fold Sasuke’s shirt together!”

Standing on her tippy toes to peek over Itachi’s shoulder, the two get to work on Sasuke’s shirt. After a minute or so, the shirt is neatly folded and placed on a pile of perfectly folded laundry.

“See? We did it! You and me, Ita, we make a great team, don’t we?”

She giggles sweetly as she finishes up with the rest of the laundry. Of course, in the midst of Fugaku and Mikoto’s unfortunate passing, Itachi being seriously injured and young Sasuke needing assistance with his Academy work, Izumi had completely forgotten about her own clothes. How long had she been wearing the same purple top and pale, navy blue pants for?

“Oh-- Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes! It’ll just be for tonight, of course. Tomorrow, once Sasuke’s back at the Academy, I’ll be sure to pick up some of my own clothes from home.”

Opening Itachi’s drawers, she pulls out a black shirt with a high collar and matching pants and lays them delicately on top of Itachi’s bed. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, raising it slightly.

“I-Itachi… Would it be okay if I dressed myself in here?”

Mod // HAHAHAH literally-

giving head to a guy you actually like is such a joy, seriously

it’s like “thank you for making me laugh, i hope you like your tip at the back of my throat” 

Mod // Stunning! I literally have no words to say how absolutely BEAUTIFUL these nail designs are!😍🥹

💅💅💅 Nail art masterlist 💅💅💅

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All of them: my nail art inspired by characters

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🦈 Kisame birthday

💀 Hidan birthday green version

💀 Hidan birthday red version

🌸 Sakura birthday

🍅 Sasuke custom color

🍅 Sasuke Uchiha clan symbol

💜 Izumi

💥 Deidara birthday

🌹 Konan

🍡 Itachi birthday Amaterasu

🍡 Itachi birthday dango