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I would like to ask abt sasunaru migrated memories!

hi!! c: it's one of the ones that have been bouncing on my head for a long while!

basically, they lose the war (in a different way from my other wip!), everyone is gone, sasuke is dying and he does a last minute desperate act with a technique he found a couple of years ago. in theory, it should bring him back to a moment before everything went to hell for a chance to fix things, but it's not exactly what he expects: "he" dies, but his memories and thoughts travel back :D

have a snippet below! it reads p angsty, and there's some blood and quick descriptions of deaths (nothing too detailed, but still!). honestly it's probably as angsty as this fic will get, it'll actually be more heartwarming/comical (with some angst) as it goes, but sasuke is put through it at first 😭

(if anyone else is curious about another wip, you can go to this wip meme post and pick one to ask about!)

At first, he fully believes that he finally went insane.

For all that he’s been self-sufficient since the massacre, Sasuke will be the first to admit that the whole experience left him with less-than-stellar mental health. Sure, he won’t admit it to others, but to himself he can.

Still, waking up with a completely new set of memories is not anywhere near his panic attacks, trauma responses and general sense of dread.

Right after his initial fear that he finally lost his mind, he thinks this has to be something that man did. The Sharingan has many uses, and he has experienced first hand what Itachi’s Tsukuyomi could do to someone. But this is different; way too merciful, and also too painful.

It’s fortunate that those memories crammed themselves inside his brain on a weekend, because the intensity of it leaves him out of commission for a whole day.

All of it starts as a jumble of images flashing before his eyes, so fast and insistent that it triggers his worst migraine in years. Nothing makes sense, but it all does at the same time. He’s 16 years old, he’s 23, he’s 18, then he’s his own 12 again. The immense toll this takes on Sasuke ends up with him collapsing in bed, shivering and dizzy.

Once the memories settle enough for him to weakly sort through them as he lays in bed, that comes with its own ordeal. He’s surprised by how many of them directly, or indirectly, revolve around Naruto, but at the same time his very soul tells him that it’s how it should be. It’s all confusing, he barely talks to that boy and they’re not exactly nice interactions. He’s always been intrigued by him, but he didn’t know it could be to this extent.

(I am blessed to exist in his world.)

At first, most of the scenes running through his mind are normal or only mildly upsetting. Seeing himself almost die in the Land of Waves makes him nauseous, Orochimaru disturbs him, Gaara and Shukaku scare him. However, the image of his arm punching clean through Naruto’s chest (my fault my fault I’m sorry) has him stumble on shaky legs to the bathroom. He barely manages to lean over the toilet bowl before dry-heaving, only just avoiding making himself sick with a few quiet sobs.

It’s for nothing, because the phantom sensation of Itachi’s bloody fingers on his forehead as he died (for secrets for the Village for me FOR NOTHING) makes him throw up his breakfast anyway. There’s a minor pause before the guilt of seeing an older Naruto’s arm missing in a pool of blood results in him emptying whatever is left in his stomach.

The horrors don’t end there, but there’s nothing for him to throw up anymore. Overwhelming guilt over his older self’s foolishness floods him, because he put them at a disadvantage when the threat wasn’t over yet.

He’s too weak to stop the tears running down his cheeks from coming down faster as he sees older Sakura (strong respect kind I’m sorry I miss you) get ripped in half. The sobs turn to choked screams while he feebly attempts to stand up, the picture of Kakashi (leader guardian parent I miss you please) with his throat slit making him grip at his own hair in despair he can’t comprehend entirely.

Sasuke manages to get up on his feet, his breathing fast and frantic as he stands in the middle of his bathroom. Desperation and numbness completely overtake him when he gets to the memory of Naruto (warmth happiness love please don’t leave I love you I’m begging) getting Kurama ripped out of him and then his body torn to pieces. His blood all over him, all over Sasuke’s hand.

Blood. There’s blood on the floor. Sasuke brings a hand he half-expects to be bigger up to his face, the trembling of it almost too violent to wipe the blood running down his cheeks.

He’s crying blood. Naruto is dead.

Not mine. Not mine, not yet, not mine-

Naruto is dead. Itachi died for nothing. The shaking of his entire body can’t quite prevent him from turning to the mirror on top of the bathroom sink.

Sakura is not here. Kakashi is gone. Naruto is dead. There’s blood on his hand and his face and his eyes-

Not mine, they’re okay, they’re alive I haven’t lost them I haven't lost him not yet not mine-

(You cannot fail this time around.)

Crimson flower pinwheels meet his gaze in the mirror right before darkness creeps up on him.

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Akane's journey of self discovery 👩‍❤️‍👨 👩‍❤️‍👩 🐱

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we give kagi too much shit about his jealousy lmao for all his dramatics all he's done in response to it ranges from something dumb (barking at a dog) to something slightly less dumb (glaring at sasaki unprovoked)

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I forgot I have to be active here so here’s my Twitter tutorial on how to draw folds I made a while back to help a friend!

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knocking gently on your door I am curious about sunny!!! very mood, title with exclamation marks, don't know what fandom it is but 👀 And I must ask for ssmyhrkg for the people. Pick your favorite. Or all of them. But also kagibashi 🥺

hi! (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪ omg these are such nice picks!! ok lemme go in order:

first: idk if you play/like honkai star rail, but sunny!!! is a wip for the sequel of a transfem sunday set up fic i wrote a few months ago! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) in my fic she likes being called sunny, and this one is meant to be like. the development of her realizing and accepting how she is! not including a snippet here because it'll get a little long and idk if you're into the game at allbxjbdksc but if you want to read a snippet just tell me c:

second: the ssmyhrkg ones!!! i'm still working on the getting together fic, it'll be multi-chapter :3c and will be v detailed on each otheir struggles and feelings as the relationship develops between them, especially because they'll have some conflict once they start catching on to what is happening. bonus info! it has long-hair hirano :Dc

third: kagibashi! mostly nsfw for now but we'll see where my brain takes me later 🫡 basically, i've been wanting to write kagibashi for a while but didn't get the full brainworm effect until recentlybzjbdnz so, the setup is that hirano is curious about if kagi has ever felt genuine attraction towards anyone else (no jealousy, just genuine curiosity), one thing leads to the other, he manages to convince kagi to fuck niibashi if they both want to, but he wants to watch. the focus is mainly kagibashi but tbh it'll kind of evolve to a kagihirabashi threesome with how my thoughts are goingbzkvdjsbx

snippets for the ssmyhrkg one and the kagibashi one under the cut!!! will try to separate them as well as i can 🫡

(and for anyone else, if you're curious about a wip you can go to this wip meme post and pick one to ask about!)

ssmyhrkg:

When they get to the kitchen, Hirano finally understands why Miyano seemed so uncertain.

There’s pastries everywhere. Everywhere. Every single surface where a tray or plate with pastries can be placed, has at least one on it. In the center of the small-scale bakery that his friends’ kitchen turned to, Sasaki is sitting on a chair at the table. His back is visibly tense, and his head is resting in his hands.

It’s a somewhat heartbreaking sight, and Hirano steps up to him to try to cheer him up. It’s his first time seeing his friend in years, he wants to reassure him that he’s glad to see him, pastries or not.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” Hirano greets him. The ginger relaxes at feeling a friendly hand on his shoulder, and looks up. There’s bags under his eyes, but Hirano is glad that this doesn’t seem to be one of his worst crises. Those had been… tough to help with, back in highschool. “How are you?”

“Well,” Sasaki sighs with a self-deprecating smile, gesturing at the state of their kitchen. His boyfriend is currently running around, wrapping and packing half of the pastries. Even with just half left out, it looks like a lot. “Could be better, but not the worst. I’m sorry about our dinner.”

With a promise to be back in a few minutes, Miyano steps out of the apartment with his arms filled with containers. Surely, he’s on his way to give their neighbors a very pleasant surprise.

“Nothing to be sorry for, all of this looks delicious,” Hirano states. At Sasaki’s skeptical expression, he pulls up his texts with Kagiura, showing his friend the string of excited kaomojis and heart emojis in response to the information on their dinner menu. “And someone is extremely excited to come eat a good chunk of these.”

The texts pull a warm, relieved smile out of Sasaki. It leaves Hirano a bit perplexed; he knew Sasaki doesn’t mind Kagiura, but he didn’t think he was fond enough for a smile like that.

Then again, he figures that as a baker you don’t just give big boxes of your best bread for free to someone you don’t feel at least some affection for.

“I’ll say though, I don’t think our blood sugar can sustain a lot of dinners like these. Our thirties probably won’t be that generous,” Hirano continues. The comment almost makes Sasaki feel down again, until he hears the rest: “So, how about we prepare it together next week? And the weeks after, assuming this all goes well.”

“Well, if you insist. It will be nice to cook together,” Sasaki accepts the offer. Now that he’s more calm, he takes a second to look at Hirano. Putting aside the obvious subtle changes that come with getting older, he’s glad that Hirano hasn’t really changed. Or well, not for the most part. “You let your hair grow out?”

As if just reminded of its existence, Hirano pulls his low ponytail forward to show the length. “Oh, yeah! At first I was too lazy to get it cut, but then Kagi-kun really took to it.”

A large hand comes up to gently hold the end of the ponytail, and Sasaki hums pensively. “Do you ever style it differently? A braid or something?”

“Ah yes, mostly because of Kagi-kun. He’s pretty good at it thanks to his sisters,” Hirano explains. Before they can continue their conversation, Miyano comes back with his hands empty and a satisfied expression.

“Oh! Right, I didn’t comment on it before, but long hair really suits you, Hirano-senpai!” Miyano gushes when he sees Sasaki admiring it. They expect him to continue, but instead he changes subjects. “Unrelated, but I gave the last box to this really tall stranger at the end of the hallway-”

Just then, the doorbell of the apartment rings.

Hirano quickly checks his phone, and heads toward the door before remembering that this isn’t his own apartment. He stops awkwardly and points toward the door. “Ah, that must be Kagi-kun…”

With a nod, Sasaki stands up and joins Hirano at the door along with Miyano. The blond can practically feel Miyano vibrating with excitement behind both of them, extremely thrilled at finally meeting the fabled boyfriend.

Sasaki opens the door, and has to stifle a laugh at seeing a wide-eyed Kagiura happily munching on a ham and cheese croissant. He’s nicely dressed and his hair looks a bit damp still, clearly having hurried there after a post-practice shower.

“Hi, Kagiura-kun,” Sasaki greets with a gentle smile. He passes a napkin to the taller man, which he gratefully uses after taking the last bite.

“Hello, Sasaki-san!” Kagiura answers cheerfully. The ginger makes space for him to come in, and the tall man does with a small bow.

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kagibashi:

Niibashi looks up from his sketches, his face warming up at the feeling of Kagiura’s hand on his thigh. He turns to his best friend with a scowl, ready to ask him what the fuck he’s been doing today and to rip him a new one if the answer isn’t good enough.

But those dark, round eyes stare at him with such intensity that not a single word makes it out of his parted lips. The brunet looks at him intently, studies his expression. Niibashi lets out a breathy, questioning noise when those long fingers move higher, tracing along the inseam of his jeans.

The artist is too lost in the sensations, his long-buried attraction and Kagiura’s expression that he doesn’t notice how close his friend is until it is too late.

“What are y-” Niibashi’s whispered question gets cut off with a kiss. He knows he should be freaking out, pushing Kagiura off him, hell, probably yelling at him too. But the grip on his thigh is a little desperate, and the brunet’s other hand is buried in his hair, so Niibashi melts into it instead.

They make out for what feels like an eternity, and Niibashi is now more acquainted with Kagiura’s tongue and the inside of his mouth than he ever thought he would be. At one point the hand on his thigh moves to his waist, easily pulling him closer so he’s straddling Kagiura’s lap.

There’s a minuscule part of the artist’s brain that is screaming at him, warning him of a very important detail he’s overlooking, but Niibashi feels too good to pay it attention. He loops his arms around Kagiura’s neck to pull him impossibly closer, driven crazy by the fact that his friend is so fucking huge it feels like he hovers over Niibashi even with his vantage point on the man’s lap.

That detail his brain has been trying to cling to doesn’t stay in the background for long. For some strange reason, Niibashi feels the urge to open his eyes and glance in the direction of the other sofa.

Panicked fuchsia eyes directly meet Hirano’s bright blues, the man leaning over the back of that sofa. Watching both of them intently.

Violently, Niibashi pulls away from the kiss and pushes Kagiura as far as their positions can allow. He feels the instant build up of dread fill his stomach, making him so nauseous he thinks he’ll pass out. For the first time in years, his vision blurs slightly with tears. 

Kagiura is taken, practically married. Niibashi should have never reciprocated that kiss. How could he just go along like that? How could he be so stupid-

His thoughts only scramble more when he turns to look back at the blond. Hirano frowns at them, though there’s a distinct lack of anger or betrayal in his expression. He just looks kind of impatient. Is that a fucking pout? “Why did you stop? The view was great.”

Dazed, Kagiura looks from Niibashi to his boyfriend, and back. Then his eyes widen, and his expression turns sheepish. “Ah, I think I got carried away. I may have forgotten to… explain.”

“You forgot to- Akira! No wonder he looks so scared,” Hirano groans, one of his hands coming up to rub at his temple.

Niibashi feels like he’s getting pranked.

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okay. okay. okay hnnnnghgghghgh I gotta ask about hiramiya

hehehehe :3 SO!! it takes place 10 years after sskg get together in my fic. they all kind of keep in touch but it's v difficult for hiramiya to meet up because their schedules always happen to conflict for things sskg invite them to. anyway, basically they meet up again, sparks fly. but, there's an issue: miyano has been stewing himself in comphet juice for 10 years more than he has in the current canon (i fully believe in bi miyano btw, just as a disclaimer). he firmly believes he doesn't like men at all, and it's all just his BL obsession. but now he's somehow in a fuckbuddies-like relationship with hirano, and his brain is not catching up, and there's hirano who is..... still not great at knowing his own feelings 😭 so yeah, it's a mess!!! and sskg get to witness and be involved in the wreck their friends are in!

snippet below! :D sorry it took a bit, i was writing itbxjvfjzb

EDIT: forgot to specify, it's a bit nsfw 😭😭 not full on say gex tho dw

(if anyone is curious about another wip, you can go to this wip meme post and pick a wip name to ask about! :3)

The sound of the front door doesn’t deter Kagiura from his mission, and Sasaki walks into their living room to a floundering, shrieking Miyano slung over his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I- Akira, what are you doing!?” Sasaki quickly puts their groceries on the kitchen table and hurries to them.

The tall brunet flinches in place, and turns to Sasaki with a strained expression. Miyano yells at almost having his head slammed on the living room lamp, but the ginger is a bit more concerned about the mix of anger, guilt and determination on Kagiura’s face.

“Oh thank- Sasaki-senpai, please tell Kagiura-kun to let me down! Please!” Miyano’s desperate begging wipes the guilt away from Kagiura’s expression, and he turns to look at his hostage with furrowed brows.

(And Sasaki has to really, really try to not laugh. His boyfriend can’t really pull off being angry without looking like an upset puppy.)

“No, you are learning your lesson and fixing your mess. I won’t let Hirano-san be hurt by-” Kagiura shuts up suddenly, his face a picture of complete puzzlement. His brows knit together tighter, the living room in complete silence as he carefully moves the shoulder he has Miyano over. A mortified whimper comes out of the librarian at the shift, and Sasaki gets a clear picture of the funniest combination of flushed anger and indignation on Kagiura’s face. “You- Are you hard!?”

“I- I- I- Listen, I’m sorry, It’s not my fault!” Miyano shouts, bright red due to how absolutely embarrassed he is. He smacks Kagiura’s broad back, though it does nothing to put him back on the floor. The librarian covers his flaming face with his hands. “I’m just- you’re kind of the perfect buff uke and you’re handling me like a ragdoll-”

The brilliant logic only makes Kagiura’s voice rise more. “What? How do you have the audacity to say you’re not gay-!?”

Their very productive screaming match gets interrupted by Sasaki’s explosive laugh. Both of them turn to look at the ginger, who lets himself fall on the sofa.

“Both of you are ridiculous,” Sasaki tiredly chastises them. When neither of them move, he sighs and gestures in their direction. “Akira, please put my best friend down before you slam his head on the lamp. He can’t fix anything with Hirano if he’s concussed.  And Myaa-chan, please keep your dick away from my boyfriend.”

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I have to ask about pathetic whimpering subby top Kagi??? 👀

>:D i love writing pathetic whimpering subby top kagi!!!! it'll be kind of a spiritual sequel to this fic. basically, horny brain attacked and it demanded hirano domming the fuck out of kagi while getting railed himself 🫡 so yeah, basically kagi accidentally triggers hirano's competitive side and pays for it (he loves it) (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

snippet below! beware, it's fully and very explicitly nsfw!

(for anyone else, if you want you can go to this wip meme post and pick one to ask about)

He’s pretty sure he spaces out for a few seconds due to the onslaught of pleasure, because the next thing Hirano knows is that Kagiura is grinding deep inside him with incredible desperation. He can’t tell if he wants to pull out or be even deeper. 

The arms clinging to the blond’s waist shake, and he hears the brunet plastered to his back whine in the most delicious way.

“Ahhh- Tai, slow- slow, mmm! Ple-ease!” Kagiura sobs right on his shoulder, barely able to hold himself up. It’s only then that Hirano notices his finger is right on the highest setting of the controller, and figures he probably pressed it unconsciously at one point.

The blond quickly sets the plug back to its lowest setting, getting a slew of messy, wet kisses to his shoulder and nape as thanks. The body over him relaxes, putting more of Kagiura’s weight on him even as his hips keep moving with the weakest of thrusts. Not daring to stop without his orders.

Oh, Kagiura can be so obedient when they’re together like this.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” Hirano pants, his voice pitching up when the head of his boyfriend’s cock hits a nice spot. With his free hand, Hirano gently pats a shaking thigh, feeling the muscles clench when he tightens around his boyfriend in a mean, last minute bout of sadism. “You did amazing, it’s okay. Stop and pull out.”

He hears the puppy-like man sigh in relief once he follows the orders, and helps him so that he reclines back on their pillows. Hirano’s hazy blue eyes roam over his lover’s figure; Kagiura looks like an absolute mess. His face is wet with tears, snot and drool, his beautiful green eyes still glassy. His nipples are still a tempting red from the blond’s previous treatment, and his cock looks painfully hard, with the cock ring still in place. 

The low buzz of the tail plug can barely be heard over the occasional whimper Kagiura lets out, and Hirano turns it up a setting just to see him tense up and squirm. The overwhelmed mewls coming out of him with what is probably his second or third dry orgasm fill Hirano with a sense of wonder: he did this, and Kagiura let him.

For a second, Hirano considers just taking the cock ring off and jerking his boyfriend to completion. However… it’s too early to stop having fun just yet.

“Akki, give me a color,” Hirano rasps out, feeling painfully empty. One of his hands finds its way to Kagiura’s face, tenderly pushing his sweaty bangs away from his face.

Along with his urge to ruin him, he feels such an all-consuming love for the man under him. Whether they’re clear with certainty or hazy with pleasure, Kagiura holds Hirano’s entire world in his beautiful eyes.

“Mmm… g- green…” Kagiura whispers, and then turns around to mouth at the part of Hirano’s hand closest to him. Wanting to indulge him, the blond pushes his thumb past those eager lips, and groans at the immediate suction around it.

Well, if the brat can still pull off that stunt, he probably doesn’t need to worry.

Meaner than he needs to be, Hirano puts the plug a setting higher and leaves the controller on the bed to carelessly grab his partner’s oversensitive cock. Kagiura’s eyes tear up immediately, and he squirms harder while shaking his head no. To make sure, Hirano takes his thumb out to give him the chance to say “red”, but Kagiura only takes his wrist with a trembling hand and sucks the thumb in again.

A satisfied grin in place, Hirano straddles the brunet, hovering right over his hips. Still stretched and fairly wet, the blond lowers himself just enough to have the head of Kagiura’s dick barely pressing inside. 

Pulling his thumb out of his boyfriend’s mouth again, he ignores the disappointed pout it earns him and uses that hand to better balance himself by leaning on the well-trained muscles of Kagiura’s chest.

Hirano looks down at his breathtaking mess of a lover, and smirks. “Let’s see if that stamina you’re so proud of will help you here, Akira.”

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i always forget information when i post herevzjvxnzbx note to self: be more thorough

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my self indulgent wish is that kagi is introduced into the sasamiya mainline with all the fanfare of a disney channel star actor cameo

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Wip Meme!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

+ bonus, optional rule! (mostly to help myself write): if the wip of the ask doesn't have much/anything on it yet, i will write a section to post!

wasn't tagged, but i wanted to do it + doing it in @kalpalatas ' stead too (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

fair warning! they're p scattered from a bunch of fandoms, and the names are p descriptivevzbxkbz and some of them are sequels to published work, so yeah. but anyway, on to the wips:

sunny!!!

ssmykghr getting together

the 4ggravate spinoff

sasunaru migrated memories

ssmykghr sasaki bottoming for kagi

mualani giving citlali the shark treatment

kkobss

zhongchi de-aging

ssmykghr skirtsssssss

aelyney somno

ajax babysitting ororon

hiramiya sequel to sskg au

kagibashi adults (hirano's turn in the cuck chair)

zc week days 1-7 (7 different wips)

kghr week days 1-bonus (8 different wips)

pathetic whimpering subby top kagi: the reckoning

yes i have too many wips yes it'll be somewhat solved soon. anyway! not tagging anyone specific to do this, but if you see it and you want to do it then go ahead! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

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okay. okay. okay hnnnnghgghghgh I gotta ask about hiramiya

hehehehe :3 SO!! it takes place 10 years after sskg get together in my fic. they all kind of keep in touch but it's v difficult for hiramiya to meet up because their schedules always happen to conflict for things sskg invite them to. anyway, basically they meet up again, sparks fly. but, there's an issue: miyano has been stewing himself in comphet juice for 10 years more than he has in the current canon (i fully believe in bi miyano btw, just as a disclaimer). he firmly believes he doesn't like men at all, and it's all just his BL obsession. but now he's somehow in a fuckbuddies-like relationship with hirano, and his brain is not catching up, and there's hirano who is..... still not great at knowing his own feelings 😭 so yeah, it's a mess!!! and sskg get to witness and be involved in the wreck their friends are in!

snippet below! :D sorry it took a bit, i was writing itbxjvfjzb

EDIT: forgot to specify, it's a bit nsfw 😭😭 not full on say gex tho dw

(if anyone is curious about another wip, you can go to this wip meme post and pick a wip name to ask about! :3)

The sound of the front door doesn’t deter Kagiura from his mission, and Sasaki walks into their living room to a floundering, shrieking Miyano slung over his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I- Akira, what are you doing!?” Sasaki quickly puts their groceries on the kitchen table and hurries to them.

The tall brunet flinches in place, and turns to Sasaki with a strained expression. Miyano yells at almost having his head slammed on the living room lamp, but the ginger is a bit more concerned about the mix of anger, guilt and determination on Kagiura’s face.

“Oh thank- Sasaki-senpai, please tell Kagiura-kun to let me down! Please!” Miyano’s desperate begging wipes the guilt away from Kagiura’s expression, and he turns to look at his hostage with furrowed brows.

(And Sasaki has to really, really try to not laugh. His boyfriend can’t really pull off being angry without looking like an upset puppy.)

“No, you are learning your lesson and fixing your mess. I won’t let Hirano-san be hurt by-” Kagiura shuts up suddenly, his face a picture of complete puzzlement. His brows knit together tighter, the living room in complete silence as he carefully moves the shoulder he has Miyano over. A mortified whimper comes out of the librarian at the shift, and Sasaki gets a clear picture of the funniest combination of flushed anger and indignation on Kagiura’s face. “You- Are you hard!?”

“I- I- I- Listen, I’m sorry, It’s not my fault!” Miyano shouts, bright red due to how absolutely embarrassed he is. He smacks Kagiura’s broad back, though it does nothing to put him back on the floor. The librarian covers his flaming face with his hands. “I’m just- you’re kind of the perfect buff uke and you’re handling me like a ragdoll-”

The brilliant logic only makes Kagiura’s voice rise more. “What? How do you have the audacity to say you’re not gay-!?”

Their very productive screaming match gets interrupted by Sasaki’s explosive laugh. Both of them turn to look at the ginger, who lets himself fall on the sofa.

“Both of you are ridiculous,” Sasaki tiredly chastises them. When neither of them move, he sighs and gestures in their direction. “Akira, please put my best friend down before you slam his head on the lamp. He can’t fix anything with Hirano if he’s concussed.  And Myaa-chan, please keep your dick away from my boyfriend.”

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I would like to ask abt sasunaru migrated memories!

hi!! c: it's one of the ones that have been bouncing on my head for a long while!

basically, they lose the war (in a different way from my other wip!), everyone is gone, sasuke is dying and he does a last minute desperate act with a technique he found a couple of years ago. in theory, it should bring him back to a moment before everything went to hell for a chance to fix things, but it's not exactly what he expects: "he" dies, but his memories and thoughts travel back :D

have a snippet below! it reads p angsty, and there's some blood and quick descriptions of deaths (nothing too detailed, but still!). honestly it's probably as angsty as this fic will get, it'll actually be more heartwarming/comical (with some angst) as it goes, but sasuke is put through it at first 😭

(if anyone else is curious about another wip, you can go to this wip meme post and pick one to ask about!)

At first, he fully believes that he finally went insane.

For all that he’s been self-sufficient since the massacre, Sasuke will be the first to admit that the whole experience left him with less-than-stellar mental health. Sure, he won’t admit it to others, but to himself he can.

Still, waking up with a completely new set of memories is not anywhere near his panic attacks, trauma responses and general sense of dread.

Right after his initial fear that he finally lost his mind, he thinks this has to be something that man did. The Sharingan has many uses, and he has experienced first hand what Itachi’s Tsukuyomi could do to someone. But this is different; way too merciful, and also too painful.

It’s fortunate that those memories crammed themselves inside his brain on a weekend, because the intensity of it leaves him out of commission for a whole day.

All of it starts as a jumble of images flashing before his eyes, so fast and insistent that it triggers his worst migraine in years. Nothing makes sense, but it all does at the same time. He’s 16 years old, he’s 23, he’s 18, then he’s his own 12 again. The immense toll this takes on Sasuke ends up with him collapsing in bed, shivering and dizzy.

Once the memories settle enough for him to weakly sort through them as he lays in bed, that comes with its own ordeal. He’s surprised by how many of them directly, or indirectly, revolve around Naruto, but at the same time his very soul tells him that it’s how it should be. It’s all confusing, he barely talks to that boy and they’re not exactly nice interactions. He’s always been intrigued by him, but he didn’t know it could be to this extent.

(I am blessed to exist in his world.)

At first, most of the scenes running through his mind are normal or only mildly upsetting. Seeing himself almost die in the Land of Waves makes him nauseous, Orochimaru disturbs him, Gaara and Shukaku scare him. However, the image of his arm punching clean through Naruto’s chest (my fault my fault I’m sorry) has him stumble on shaky legs to the bathroom. He barely manages to lean over the toilet bowl before dry-heaving, only just avoiding making himself sick with a few quiet sobs.

It’s for nothing, because the phantom sensation of Itachi’s bloody fingers on his forehead as he died (for secrets for the Village for me FOR NOTHING) makes him throw up his breakfast anyway. There’s a minor pause before the guilt of seeing an older Naruto’s arm missing in a pool of blood results in him emptying whatever is left in his stomach.

The horrors don’t end there, but there’s nothing for him to throw up anymore. Overwhelming guilt over his older self’s foolishness floods him, because he put them at a disadvantage when the threat wasn’t over yet.

He’s too weak to stop the tears running down his cheeks from coming down faster as he sees older Sakura (strong respect kind I’m sorry I miss you) get ripped in half. The sobs turn to choked screams while he feebly attempts to stand up, the picture of Kakashi (leader guardian parent I miss you please) with his throat slit making him grip at his own hair in despair he can’t comprehend entirely.

Sasuke manages to get up on his feet, his breathing fast and frantic as he stands in the middle of his bathroom. Desperation and numbness completely overtake him when he gets to the memory of Naruto (warmth happiness love please don’t leave I love you I’m begging) getting Kurama ripped out of him and then his body torn to pieces. His blood all over him, all over Sasuke’s hand.

Blood. There’s blood on the floor. Sasuke brings a hand he half-expects to be bigger up to his face, the trembling of it almost too violent to wipe the blood running down his cheeks.

He’s crying blood. Naruto is dead.

Not mine. Not mine, not yet, not mine-

Naruto is dead. Itachi died for nothing. The shaking of his entire body can’t quite prevent him from turning to the mirror on top of the bathroom sink.

Sakura is not here. Kakashi is gone. Naruto is dead. There’s blood on his hand and his face and his eyes-

Not mine, they’re okay, they’re alive I haven’t lost them I haven't lost him not yet not mine-

(You cannot fail this time around.)

Crimson flower pinwheels meet his gaze in the mirror right before darkness creeps up on him.

[justahungrydango]

Wip Meme!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

+ bonus, optional rule! (mostly to help myself write): if the wip of the ask doesn't have much/anything on it yet, i will write a section to post!

wasn't tagged, but i wanted to do it + doing it in @kalpalatas ' stead too (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

fair warning! they're p scattered from a bunch of fandoms, and the names are p descriptivevzbxkbz and some of them are sequels to published work, so yeah. but anyway, on to the wips:

sunny!!!

ssmykghr getting together

the 4ggravate spinoff

sasunaru migrated memories

ssmykghr sasaki bottoming for kagi

mualani giving citlali the shark treatment

kkobss

zhongchi de-aging

ssmykghr skirtsssssss

aelyney somno

ajax babysitting ororon

hiramiya sequel to sskg au

kagibashi adults (hirano's turn in the cuck chair)

zc week days 1-7 (7 different wips)

kghr week days 1-bonus (8 different wips)

pathetic whimpering subby top kagi: the reckoning

yes i have too many wips yes it'll be somewhat solved soon. anyway! not tagging anyone specific to do this, but if you see it and you want to do it then go ahead! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[justahungrydango]

i cant for the life of me decipher kkobbs. hit me with it

bxjbdjzbx fair! the combination of letters is borderline just a password 😭 it's a kakashi/obito/fem!sasuke poly wip involving time travel and alternate timeline fuckery shenanigans that i've had in my brain for probably 3 years now! they lose the war after years, naruto croaks, she ends up hilariously blonde in an alternate timeline roughly 17 years prior and turns out her 6yo self here is not a "her" but a "him". so yeah, domesticity and healing and angst and survivors guilt and timeline fuckery!

will post a snippet below! sorry it took so long, had to write it outbxjbdnzbx

(if anyone else is curious about any other wips, you can go to my previous post and select a wip title :3)

“Wow, wow! So she exists! The blonde Uchiha is real, and she looks so weird!”

Plucking a dry leaf from one of Naruto’s favorite plants, Sayaka sighs in annoyance at the grating, high pitched tone of the man behind her. Few things annoyed her back before the war quite like the obvious clown act Obito used to put on during his time in the Akatsuki. Even after it all went to shit, he sometimes entertained himself by being a menace to make Naruto laugh. The memory almost pulls a smile out of her, the nostalgia and loss like thorns around her heart.

But she can’t afford to reminisce. This “Tobi” is a lot more dangerous to them than the one she remembers fondly.

Would it not be easier to just run a kunai through the seal and get an ally out of it now? Kurama’s exasperated grumble resonates through her mind. She still doesn’t turn to look at her new guest, which must be needling at the rogue ninja’s patience.

You know we can’t. I don’t trust this Obito to be stable enough to keep up the act, and we can’t afford to make Zetsu scramble this early. Sayaka retorts, precise and matter of fact while she makes calculations. She creates a clone inside the house, giving the fox full control of it. Go watch the kids, just in case.

The still-odd feeling of Kurama’s consciousness pulling back makes her wince, though he gets in a jab about trusting any Obito to be stable before he does.

Behind her, she can tell Obito noticed the exact second the clone was created.

“Wah, Miss Blondie! It’s so rude to ignore people!” Tobi deflates like a balloon, seemingly wallowing in his misery. He perks right back up when Sayaka finally turns around and stares at him.

The moonlight bounces off the orange mask. She takes special care to keep her left eye hidden.

“It’s rude to wait until Kakashi is gone to pay us a visit,” Sayaka drawls, seemingly bored of the exchange already. Obito doesn’t drop the act, but she does see the minute twitch he gives at the mention of Kakashi. “Is this how the Akatsuki plays? Can’t take on the Copy Nin when investigating an unknown face he babysits with?”

The provocation hits its mark, and Tobi falls away for a second when Obito bristles with pure rage at being called a coward. At being deemed inferior to Kakashi. It lasts a mere half second, and Tobi's shrill voice speaks again as he flings his arms around with little control. “Ohhhh! Miss Blondie is rude but well-informed! How could she have heard about the Akatsuki, I wonder?”

And well, Sayaka should probably be more cautious. But, if she’s honest, ever since she lost him, she’s been missing getting under someone’s skin.

“Probably the same way I know about you, Obito.”

Fortunately, she has not forgotten just how fast he can be. There’s a swirl, a flash of silver cuts through the darkness, and Sayaka easily blocks the kunai aiming for her face with her own.

The genjutsu to keep the mask’s eye hidden doesn’t work on her, though she does wonder if the panicked anger in that Sharingan comes from her knowing his name or the fact that she stopped him so easily.