Matsu/Grimm #26
Fandom: Bleach
Title: This Could Be Anywhere In The World
BAuthor/Artist: Evergrnterrace
Theme(s): #26~”If only I could make you mine."
Pairing/Characters: Matsumoto/Grimmjow
Word Count: 602
Rating: G
Disclaimer/claimer: I own some manga? And some anime? Does that count? Also, emo, angst, Grimmjow's nice?
Summary (if needed): She was a broken mess, he was a spoiled brat...
"Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
It's time that we erase history,
Without a trace or a memory."
~Alexisonfire.
Grimmjow ran his hand through his already disheveled hair and rolled his eyes just to make himself feel better. “Who the hell makes these rules anyway?” he muttered, trying to convince himself to just do what he always did; take what he wanted and to fuck with the consequences. Seeming to have come to an agreement with himself, he stood and waltzed across the floor like he owned the place. He stopped directly in front of Rangiku, who had curled herself into a chair, legs pulled up to her exposed chest and arms wrapped around her naked shins. She seemed to be lost in thought and hadn’t even noticed the espada giving her an impatient glare.
Grimmjow grabbed one of her hands and yanked her out of the chair with a scowl. “Tch. Ya’ need ta’ pay more attention, woman.” He muttered, tugging her against his bare chest and lazily wrapping an arm around her waist. “I made a decision.” He stated simply, back to his usual cocky self. Rangiku sighed as she rested her head against his shoulder, wishing not for the first time that the post-coital attitude would last a little longer. “Hmm?” She was still only paying half attention to what he was saying. “Damnit, woman!” Grimmjow growled and crushed her against him. “I decided that yer mine. I’ma take ya’ home with me.” He declared. She simply cocked her head to the side and looked up at him. “Why?” she asked, brows knitting in confusion. Why, indeed.
Rangiku had been trying to think of a way to end this whole thing. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t just pretend that he meant absolutely nothing to her and she couldn’t pretend that she cared which side won. None of it mattered to her, either way she would fight. Either way she would protect whatever souls she could and she would tear down anyone that stood in her way. At least, that’s what she hoped. To be honest, she didn’t really feel like doing much of anything but running. The pain was too much, coming in from too many angles and she had no more strength to protect herself. She felt herself be pulled a little more tightly into his arms and she nearly cracked. She refused to meet his gaze as she bit her bottom lip, already bruised and swollen, to keep it from trembling.
Grimmjow ran a single finger down her cheek, over her jaw line and let it rest under her chin for a single moment before he lifted her face and waited for her eyes to follow. “Ya can’t run, anymore.” He said quietly. She felt the tears burning her eyes and she didn’t care. It was his fault for trying to be so nice. It fucked her up every time. She felt herself finally crack and her entire body just went limp. He had her, of course. Rangiku felt the tears falling, felt her breath catch in her throat, felt her whole world crumble. And she felt the steady thrumming of something against her own beating heart as she surrendered herself entirely to him. She sniffled a little through her tears and asked him, “When do we leave?” She could feel the smile in her hair and she sighed again as she landed a single kiss to his shoulder. She was a broken mess and he was a spoiled brat who should learn to not be so damned nice. But still, she loved him. She loved him and but hell if she wouldn’t follow him to her own death if he wanted her to.
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Title: This Could Be Anywhere In The World
BAuthor/Artist: Evergrnterrace
Theme(s): #26~”If only I could make you mine."
Pairing/Characters: Matsumoto/Grimmjow
Word Count: 602
Rating: G
Disclaimer/claimer: I own some manga? And some anime? Does that count? Also, emo, angst, Grimmjow's nice?
Summary (if needed): She was a broken mess, he was a spoiled brat...
"Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
It's time that we erase history,
Without a trace or a memory."
~Alexisonfire.
Grimmjow ran his hand through his already disheveled hair and rolled his eyes just to make himself feel better. “Who the hell makes these rules anyway?” he muttered, trying to convince himself to just do what he always did; take what he wanted and to fuck with the consequences. Seeming to have come to an agreement with himself, he stood and waltzed across the floor like he owned the place. He stopped directly in front of Rangiku, who had curled herself into a chair, legs pulled up to her exposed chest and arms wrapped around her naked shins. She seemed to be lost in thought and hadn’t even noticed the espada giving her an impatient glare.
Grimmjow grabbed one of her hands and yanked her out of the chair with a scowl. “Tch. Ya’ need ta’ pay more attention, woman.” He muttered, tugging her against his bare chest and lazily wrapping an arm around her waist. “I made a decision.” He stated simply, back to his usual cocky self. Rangiku sighed as she rested her head against his shoulder, wishing not for the first time that the post-coital attitude would last a little longer. “Hmm?” She was still only paying half attention to what he was saying. “Damnit, woman!” Grimmjow growled and crushed her against him. “I decided that yer mine. I’ma take ya’ home with me.” He declared. She simply cocked her head to the side and looked up at him. “Why?” she asked, brows knitting in confusion. Why, indeed.
Rangiku had been trying to think of a way to end this whole thing. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t just pretend that he meant absolutely nothing to her and she couldn’t pretend that she cared which side won. None of it mattered to her, either way she would fight. Either way she would protect whatever souls she could and she would tear down anyone that stood in her way. At least, that’s what she hoped. To be honest, she didn’t really feel like doing much of anything but running. The pain was too much, coming in from too many angles and she had no more strength to protect herself. She felt herself be pulled a little more tightly into his arms and she nearly cracked. She refused to meet his gaze as she bit her bottom lip, already bruised and swollen, to keep it from trembling.
Grimmjow ran a single finger down her cheek, over her jaw line and let it rest under her chin for a single moment before he lifted her face and waited for her eyes to follow. “Ya can’t run, anymore.” He said quietly. She felt the tears burning her eyes and she didn’t care. It was his fault for trying to be so nice. It fucked her up every time. She felt herself finally crack and her entire body just went limp. He had her, of course. Rangiku felt the tears falling, felt her breath catch in her throat, felt her whole world crumble. And she felt the steady thrumming of something against her own beating heart as she surrendered herself entirely to him. She sniffled a little through her tears and asked him, “When do we leave?” She could feel the smile in her hair and she sighed again as she landed a single kiss to his shoulder. She was a broken mess and he was a spoiled brat who should learn to not be so damned nice. But still, she loved him. She loved him and but hell if she wouldn’t follow him to her own death if he wanted her to.
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