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Unbelievable

I’m doing school again. That means I get to procrastinate.

Ya’ll are having some kinda month, right?

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His world flashed right before his eyes because of one simple gesture.

“I have a question.”

When Sasuke turned to his girlfriend, he saw her drop to one knee. His eyes widened and time slowed almost to a standstill. He was horrified. He was close to feeling humiliated. Was this really Hinata Hyuuga he was looking at? Was this really the shy, easily discouraged girl he had known for the better part of his life? Was this really the reserved young woman who would get embarrassed if he so much as held her hand in public without warning?

Was Hinata Hyuuga really about to propose to him here and now on a sidewalk full of people?

It couldn’t be possible.

There was no way he was awake right now.

They had only been dating for a year, so how could she possibly think they were ready for marriage? The only degrees they had were from high school, so how could she think they were financially stable enough to get married, let alone not question if their current degrees they were pursuing would be worth anything later on? He was only 23--she 22--so how could she possibly be sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him?

Hinata was smarter than this. She thinks everything through before doing it. She . . .

She wasn’t the type to act impulsively like this . . . So she must have thought it out, and her conclusion was . . . She wanted--

“Do you think I should change my major?”

Sasuke blinked. “What?”

Hinata was gathering papers off the ground that had fallen out of the book that slipped from her hands.

“I’ve been thinking maybe I should be a Business major after all.” She stood up. “How come you didn’t . . . Oh. Are you okay? Your face is a little red.”

Sasuke stared at her, his head shaking lightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

Hinata frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re unbelievable.” He took her hand, mollified as she turned dark red and looked around to see if anyone was staring. “Ridiculous.”

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this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

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I didn’t see that coming, real good though. Keep it up!

I do my best, honored visitor.

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Kinky

“Whims,” you ask, “where do you get your inspiration? What’s your muse?”

I think other people’s thought vibrations find the same frequency as my brain.

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There had to be something wrong with him.

“Sasuke, this is a friend of mine,” Sakura said.

Definitely. Positively.

“She’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

For fuck’s sake, he had to be some kind of pervert.

“And fun for us, she’s four months pregnant!”

“Sakura…” the other woman said, turning red in the face.

Sasuke stared as the two women laughed and talked.

He and Sakura had been living together for the past few months ever since Naruto moved out. He didn’t hate living alone with Sakura since he knew her habits and such well enough by now, but they both agreed that the lack of Naruto’s presence was something close to unbearable.

After months of searching for a new roommate and neither really agreeing on who the other approved of, Sasuke finally gave up and said the very next person Sakura found (who he hadn’t already said no to) would do.

And here she was, the dark-haired, white eyed, four months pregnant woman who was standing in his living room. It was the middle of summer, so Sasuke didn’t find her outfit uncalled for; she was wearing knee-length shorts, a short sleeved shirt, sandals, and her hair was braided to one side, so there was really nothing obscene. Still, the moment he saw her, his emotions and his groin did such an uncharacteristic lurch that he tried to justify that something about her was intentionally meant to attract sinful attention.

Maybe it was her shorts, which on further inspection was actually dark grey yoga pants. Or maybe it was her shirt, which was actually a bit sheer no matter how dark the blue was. Surely it had nothing to do with the bump of her stomach-

“I’m Hinata.”

Sasuke snapped to the present and looked at the small, pale hand extended to him. He looked at its owner for a split second before taking her hand and shaking it.

“Sasuke,” he said, and he wondered if his voice had always been so low.

“Nice to meet you, Sasuke.”

“Listen,” Sakura said, “stay here while I go talk to the landlord. Our air conditioning isn’t working yet like I promised.”

“It’s okay, “ Hinata said despite the light layer of sweat on her face. “I can go buy some ice.”

“No!” Sakura led her to the sofa and sat Hinata down. “You’re with us now, so you don’t have to do things by yourself anymore. Ask us for anything.” She turned to Sasuke. “Please be agreeable if she needs anything. I’ll be right back.”

And with that, Sakura left.

Sasuke stood silently for a moment before looking at the woman on his sofa. She was leaned back with her eyes closed, face flushed, and fanned herself lightly. His body lurched, and the next thing he knew, he was pouring a glass of juice with a bag of ice already in his hand. This mortified him, but he found himself at the woman’s side despite himself.

“Here,” he said, and he wondered if his voice had actually cracked at the end.

Hinata opened her eyes tiredly. “Oh. Thank you.” She took the cup and bag of ice.

Sasuke watched as she drank readily from her cup then placed the bag of ice on her forehead. She groaned appreciatively, and Sasuke’s body lurched again, causing him to sit down immediately. Much to his horror, he had sat on the same sofa as her.

She looked at him curiously.

“So,” Sasuke said, “pregnant.”

She smiled humorously. “Yes, pregnant. Unfortunately so.”

“Unfortunately?”

Hinata shrugged. “I’m far from home and had no intentions of being with the man who got me pregnant.” She sighed dramatically. “Very unfortunate.”

Sasuke almost disagreed, but quickly caught himself and instead said, “So things are done with him?”

“I hope so.” She smiled woefully and changed the subject. “But enough about that. What’s going on with you? How old are you? How long have you known Sakura?”

For the next thirty minutes, Sasuke and Hinata talked. He was surprised by how easy she was to talk to and how willing he was to actually talk. The only problem he had was every time he found something about himself yearning for Hinata in some way, his eyes would slip to her stomach, and he was reminded that she was a pregnant woman. He couldn’t deny that for some odd and stupefying reason he wanted Hinata in some way, but it was wrong whether or not he was getting a crush or was craving something physical.

It was depraved. Had to be.

“I’m back!” Sakura came in, red from the heat. “The landlord said he should have things fixed by the end of the day. Funny how his tune changed once I reminded him our new roommate was pregnant.” She winked at Hinata. “So! How is everything?”

“Good,” Hinata said. “Sasuke has been very welcoming.”

“That’s great.” But Sakura looked at Sasuke in wonder all the same. “Well, I only came back to tell you I’m going to go get some ice.”

“I’ll do it,” Sasuke said, and he didn’t wait for either of them to say anything.

He was out of the apartment complex when he fully succumbed to his beating heart and his persistent groin.

Hinata was…sexy.

But she was pregnant.

She was easy to talk to.

But she was pregnant.

He’s never been drawn to someone so shamelessly.

But she was PREGNANT.

And it’s not like they could be anything more than friends for now because anything more was…

His mind drifted, thinking thoughts he definitely should not be thinking about a pregnant woman he just met. Still, she pulled off the pregnant look quite well, and maybe he could ask her to show him what happened the night that got her that way.

That would be interesting.

That was tempting.

That was-

“Kinky,” Sasuke muttered, fantasizing so hard he almost walked off the curb.

Horrified, Sasuke punched himself in the face and jogged all the way to the store.

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Sasuhina drabbles?

By the end of my day, I’ll do my best to produce one.

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Hope you’re doing okay.

I’ve had better days, but I’m still trucking on. Thanks for the concern, dear anon.

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Me again, thanks so much! You're spoiling me. I love your writing, hope you have a great week.

I’m glad to supply you and the masses! And thank you! Hope your week is great as well!

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Hi, Possessive Hinata Anon here, I loved the Drabble you whipped up! Thanks, that was what I wanted. There just isn't enough possessive Hinata in my opinion; I mean, Sasuke is always "dark and brooding", the one who's possessive, I like flipping things. Any chance you could provide more?

I can provide more. And I have. I hope you like it. I’m not sure how possessive you want me to try with her, but I’ll keep on.

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Claim Me

In-Character Hinata + Possessive = A Hard Hinata to Write

But here we go.

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It was an odd tug-o-war Hinata currently had with her emotions towards Sasuke.

On the one hand, she liked him a lot and was surprised that he actually felt something for her, too.

On the other hand, the thought of people knowing about them put a bad taste in her mouth.

She hadn’t yet put much thought into why that was. Perhaps, she thought, she didn’t like Sasuke as much as she thought she did, but she must have fooled herself pretty darn well for her heart to still burst and her nerves to still fry whenever she saw him.

Yet here she was, in this restaurant Sasuke convinced her to go to after she said she wanted something different to drink. He’d been trying to get her to go somewhere public with him for a while, but she was always afraid of being spotted by someone they knew. She didn’t want to deal with the inevitable “What are you two doing together?” that would only prove to be awkward.

“They were out of vanilla.”

Hinata looked up just as Sasuke sat down next to her with a takeout cup.

“Mocha should be good,” he said as he set the cup in front of her.

“Thank you,” Hinata murmured as she sipped her drink.

She was already dizzy, she noted. He hadn’t done a single thing yet, but she was already flustered to her breaking point. Why he had this affect on her, she still didn’t know. They’ve been getting to know each other for four months now, and Hinata was still waiting for some spell to lift from her.

“You dressed down today,” Sasuke said, absently tracing designs on her thigh under the table. “Why is that?”

Hinata shrugged. She didn’t think an oversized shirt and jeans were “dressing down,” but maybe it was a change from the bright blouses, wispy dresses, and stylish jackets she had been wearing. It certainly had nothing to do with the uncomfortable and irritated expression that would flash across Sasuke’s face when someone interrupted their conversations to compliment her. Certainly not.

“Why are you touching me?” Hinata looked Sasuke in the eyes.

He stared at her, his motions stopped. “Does it still bother you?”

Hinata pressed her lips together, her eyes shifting for a moment. “It’s just that...we’re in public and I don’t like feeling -- for you -- in front of them.”

Sasuke stared at her a second longer. “When are you going to claim me?”

Hinata looked away and busied herself with her drink. She couldn’t think about being in a relationship. It was an odd concept. Sasuke wanting to be with her seemed like a delayed realization waiting to happen, and she didn’t want to be in too deep when he realized he could do better.

“Can we go to your place, please?” Hinata said. “I don’t feel well being here.”

“Does the thought of us make you that uncomfortable?”

Hinata smiled softly at him. She didn’t know why. Asking clearly hurt him in some way, but it was small confirmations like this that made Hinata realize that maybe he genuinely cared for her.

“I’m sorry.” Hinata placed her hand on his knee. “I just want to be alone with you.”

Sasuke’s expression softened. He didn’t believe she just wanted him to herself, but at least she wasn’t trying to part ways so soon.

“Fine,” he said.

After Hinata finished her drink, they both stood and headed out the chain eatery. They were no more than a few feet down the road when a loud, “SASUKE!” stopped them in their tracks. They turned to see a young man with white hair and sharp teeth waving and walking their way flanked by two other girls.

“Suigestu,” Sasuke said, and Hinata felt as though that was for her benefit.

“Hey. Who’s this?” Suigetsu looked Hinata over.

There was a slight hesitation before Sasuke said, “My coworker.”

“Huh. Nice to meet you.” Suigetsu’s gaze lingered on Hinata before focusing on Sasuke. “If you’re not busy, there’s a double date I need you for. As you can see,” he gestured to the two girls, one dark-skinned girl who was standing closer to Suigestu than the other brunette who was quite obviously making mental claims on Sasuke, “I am in need of a friend for my friend.”

“I see.” Sasuke looked at the girl in front of him. “Well-”

“He can’t go.” And Hinata realized all too late that not only she had been the one who had spoken, she was also standing flush against Sasuke and she had grabbed Sasuke’s hand while her other rested on his upper arm. “Um... Th-that is-”

“I can’t go,” Sasuke said, shrugging his free shoulder. “I’m busy.”

“Damn. I was afraid of this.” Suigetsu put his arm around the dark-skinned girl as they both looked at the brunette. “Come on, then. I have a couple more people we can try.”

Sasuke and Hinata watched them walk away. Once the trio were gone, Sasuke cleared his throat.

“So what does this mean?” he asked, amused.

Hinata released him, though her face was as red as ever and she was shaking noticeably. “I-I don’t know what that was.”

“I have an idea.” He smiled briefly at the sky. “But we can talk about it when you’re ready.” He pocketed one hand. “Are you ready to go?”

Hinata nodded without looking at him.

After they arrived at Sasuke’s apartment, Hinata suspected Sasuke left one hand out in the hopes that she would take it. She probably would have, if she hadn’t been too shocked at her own action to notice.

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Tension

Dear, anon… Something like this is to your liking, I hope.

Indeed, I hope.

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Itachi knew his brother well.

At eighteen, Sasuke had yet to grow out of the habit of disliking everyone he met upon first meeting them. Most people either gave up on trying to be on good terms with Sasuke or were persistent enough to where Sasuke could tolerate them.

But…Sasuke disliked Hinata, and she was neither someone who cared to get into Sasuke’s good graces nor did she hide her contempt for his attitude towards her.

Neji was just as perplexed when it came to Hinata.

At seventeen, Hinata had no true enemies despite the superficial ones acquired by being a Leaf shinobi. It took him a while to realize that her indifference towards Sasuke was actually genuine coldness towards him.

Neji wouldn’t have cared, but even he had to admit that out of all the enemies she could have had, Sasuke Uchiha was not a wise choice. He honestly had no clue what could have happened between the two to make them dislike each other so strongly.

So, from one brother figure to the next, Itachi and Neji decided to settle the issue once and for all.

“What is this?”

Sasuke stood at Itachi’s side at the entrance of the Training Grounds. On the other side, he could see Neji and Hinata situated under a tree. The two had been talking, but once Hinata heard Sasuke’s voice, she turned towards the Uchihas, wide eyed then stone faced.

“Hear us out,” Itachi said as he urged Sasuke towards the Hyuugas.

“What is this?” Sasuke demanded again, glaring hard at the Hyuugas.

Or perhaps the one deeming the trees more worthy of her glare than the youngest Uchiha.

When the two pairs were face to face, Neji and Itachi wondered if they were making the right choice. The tension between Sasuke and Hinata was so thick, it was amazing either of them still remained where they were instead of storming off or attacking each other.

Neji cleared his throat. “Hinata, it has come to my attention that you are not particularly fond of Sasuke.”

Hinata looked at Neji slowly, her stone expression unchanging.

“And, Sasuke,” Itachi said, “for whatever reason, Hinata seems to irritate you more than most.”

Sasuke glared at him, fists clenched at his sides.

“With that being said,” Itachi went on, “Neji and I have concluded that whatever unresolved issues you both have should be settled. We think a spar is in order.”

Sasuke stared at Itachi for a long minute. “What?”

“You two should spar,” Itachi said.

“We’ll supervise,” Neji said. “We think both of you are past the point to talk through whatever animosity it is that has both of you so cold towards each other.”

“And you’ve never actually sparred with each other without interference,” Itachi said. “We promise to not intervene unless it becomes life-threatening.”

Hinata and Sasuke didn’t say anything. They stared at their respective family member for a thick moment before turning their stern stares on one another.

“Fine,” Hinata said, pulling out a hair tie and tying her hair back.

Sasuke waited a moment before pulling out a headband to hold his bangs back.

After Hinata threw her jacket to the side, she and Sasuke walked to the center of the field in silence. Neji and Itachi watched from underneath the tree with the sickening feeling that they had both made a mistake.

And then Hinata and Sasuke clashed before either Itachi or Neji knew what was happening. Chakra sprayed and metal collided, each attack strong enough to be felt on the edge of the field. In a blur, Sasuke and Hinata were savagely engaged in hand-to-hand combat, making both Itachi and Neji cringe when an attack landed successfully.

“Maybe we should stop them,” Neji said.

Sasuke’s foot narrowly missed shattering Hinata’s hip.

“It’s not life-threatening,” Itachi said.

Hinata sent a forceful jab of chakra intended for Sasuke’s shoulder cratering into a tree on the opposite side of the field.

The two kept this up for another minute before Hinata unexpectedly turned heel and ran into the thicket of trees. Sasuke hesitated a second before giving chase, catching up with her quickly. They disappeared into the trees, but soon after, destructive crashes and ground-shaking booms filled the air.

Neji and Itachi stared in stunned horror as the sounds continued.

Then the sounds stopped.

Neji and Itachi shared a worried glance before darting across the field. Before they entered the trees, Hinata screamed, sending the two into a new wave of speed and worry. They followed the mess of splintered tree trunks and torn bushes until they could hear the two up ahead.

“I’m tired of this,” Sasuke panted hoarsely. ‘I’m tired of you.”

“I can’t take this,” Hinata whispered miserably.

Neji and Itachi finally got Sasuke and Hinata in their sights but stopped abruptly feet away from them.

Sasuke had Hinata pinned to the ground, holding her hands firmly above her head. He was in between Hinata’s legs, but it appeared as though Hinata was keeping him there, whether or not it was to keep him from coming closer or getting farther away was unclear. The bruises and torn clothing could easily be explained away by the sparring, but every so often Sasuke’s hips would press into Hinata, causing her back to arch, causing an unintelligible groan.

“I can’t take it.” Hinata freed one of her hands and tugged at the top of Sasuke’s pants. “I can’t wait.”

Sasuke leaned his head back, taking a deep breath, shuddering. “Fuck it.”

Itachi snatched Neji away before they could see any more. The two walked back in silence, ignoring any sounds they heard, and didn’t stop walking until they were out of the Training Grounds all together and back on the main road. They stood in a stupor, their minds unfortunately working very well, and tried to beat down and sort through all the events that led up to this point.

In mutual agreement and silence, they located a bench and sat down. Itachi was the first to speak.

“How long have they-”

“I have no idea,” Neji said mechanically.

“I didn’t even know-”

“Me either.”

“I thought-”

“Me, too.”

Another long silence.

“At least they don’t hate each other,” Itachi said resignedly.

Neji laughed.

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Any chance you could write a possessive hinata sasuhina ficlet/Drabble? Thanks!

Took me a while to respond, but does the latest thing I posted count?

If not, I will most certainly try again.

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I’m Yours

I can only write when things are outta place.

And, oh man...

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“Why does everyone think we’re together?”

Sasuke sat at his kitchen counter and drank leisurely from his cup. After a moment of staring out the window above the sink, he turned his eyes to his open door with the frazzled woman in it.

Her hair looked fluffier than usual, as if she hadn’t brushed it yet. There was no excessive color to her face, but her eyes looked stern and worn. She was also breathing heavier than usual, but Sasuke assumed she was being dramatic. She had those tendencies, after all.

“Sasuke,” Hinata said as she closed the door deliberately, “why do people think we’re together?”

Sasuke set his cup of tea down and rested his head on his hand. “Better question: Why don’t you?”

“BECAUSE WE’RE--” Hinata sighed heavily and pressed her back against the door. “What have you been telling people?”

“I haven’t been.”

“Then why-”

“I haven’t been telling them anything.” He picked up his cup and drank from it again, his gaze sliding back out the window. “I haven’t been correcting them either.”

Hinata stared at Sasuke blandly. She pulled her hair to one side and slowly began to braid it, all the while wishing the handle of Sasuke’s cup would break.

“We had an agreement,” Hinata muttered.

Sasuke nodded absently. “That was years ago.”

“Sasuke-”

“I haven’t told anyone anything, but let’s be honest.” He looked at her condescendingly. “Neither of us has been treating all of...this like we can separate emotions from it anymore.”

Hinata reddened, wringing her hair.

“It’s our own fault for slipping up in public.” His fingers drummed against the counter. “I’ve already come to terms with it, Hinata. I’m yours.”

Hinata almost choked, her eyes flashing wide. She attempted to back away again, but she had no more room behind her. Sasuke wasn’t looking at her, but she was squirming as though his piercing black eyes were boring into her.

“We don’t have to get married,” Sasuke said. “But let’s stop pretending we’re only using each other for sex. That hasn’t been the case since-”

“Wh-what makes you think I even want to be with you?”

Sasuke was silent for a moment, almost as if he didn’t hear her. When he finally turned his head to look at her, he was smirking, and his eyes were as piercing as ever.

“I had a date a couple weeks ago. Well, I would have had a date. She called me last minute saying my girlfriend confronted her.”

“And you think I had something to do with that?” Hinata demanded. “A lot of girls knew you were going on a date with that girl.”

“That’s true. Everyone seemed to know after the fact. You were the only one who knew before.”

Hinata blanched.

Sasuke laughed.

“But you don’t want to be with me.” He took another drink.

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I couldn’t think of anything to write, so allow me to share with you one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite fics.

Chapter 15, I believe.

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Another few hours passed before Orihime decided it was time to go. She wasn't sure of the time, but it had to be well past midnight. Shippo stirred in her arms when everyone stood and refused to leave her comforting embrace when he was informed she was leaving.

"I'm sorry," Miroku said to Orihime. "He's usually not like this."

"It's okay." She laughed. "He's very adorable."

Inuyasha snorted. "That wouldn't have been the words I chose." He plucked the child from Orihime's arms and shoved him at Miroku. "Keep a hold on him until we're gone, got it? We don't have time for this."

"Uh, r-right." Miroku took the now fully awake and unruly child into his arms and struggled to keep him under control. "Sh-Shippo, please! This isn't like you."

"I wanna," he squirmed, writhed, "be with her! Let goooooo!"

"Quiet, runt!" Inuyasha barked. "She ain't the type to babysit brats like you."

"Then why are you bothering her?!"

Inuyasha smiled irritably, fist clenching. "What'd you say?"

"Shippo, please calm down," Miroku begged.

"No! Inuyasha wants her all to himself!"

"She's his friend."

"Then why is he treating her like his mate?!"

Inuyasha paled.

Miroku nearly choked.

The dark-haired man knew this was just the child's frustration talking, but his choice of words were spot on. The half demon's mouth hung open, face gaining color as the child's statement rammed around his head. The only thing that covered up the impending awkwardness was Orihime's soft giggle.

"Shippo," she cooed, leaning to meet his emerald eyes. Immediately, he stopped, limbs hanging lamely, and stared back into her silver eyes. "I promise to be back, okay?"

"B-but...you make me feel safe." His lips trembled. "A-and loved."

Orihime's eyes widened. Her chest felt terribly constricted. "Shippo..." She smiled warmly, smoothing out his hair. "I promise promise promise to be back as soon as I can. You have my word. For now, I have to go home. You can be strong until I get back, right?"

He sniffed, nodding obediently.

"You're so tough!" She lifted his bangs and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'll try not to make you wait long." She stood, looking at Miroku. "It was a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure was all mine." He bowed at the waist. "See you soon, Orihime."

Smiling brightly, she turned to Inuyasha and the two began walking away. Miroku sighed, looking at the tiny demon he was now cradling.

"That was some show," he mused.

"It wasn't all a show," Shippo muttered. "I really wanted her to stay."

"I know." The man turned so they, too, could head back. "I know."

Shippo pouted. "Inuyasha is so unfair."

"He met her first."

"He met Kagome first, but we get to hang around her."

"Ah... Things become a bit complex as you go through life." Miroku decided to change the course of things a bit. "So, the answer is obvious, but what do you think of this new girl?"

"She's going to be my wife."

Miroku looked down at the blushing boy. He cracked a smile, which soon turned to laughter.

Young love at its finest.

"Well, good luck to you. I'm sure you'll have many competitors for her hand."

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I'm a proud SH shipper just like you but you have a better hand at writing just like me, so I propose you an idea for hen you'd have time again (holidays maybe): Hinata was sheltered by the clan (she's from the main branch, and has no bird cage's seal so, what if she's killed/caught during missions? Hell, no) and had never been a ninja from konoha. Sasuke was just back from killing Itachi and was an emotional mess.

2/3… they had met during the party given because the branch and main house merged together. She admired the guy who helped neji to change (and she helped neji in convincing the clan for the merging), and through that she met his best friend with whom she ended talking a lot about politic, which made Naruto run away. Sasuke n Hinata talked a lot that evening… and they met again, and again, and again, until they became a bit more and had a secret relationship…

3/3… but it was getting hard. He wanted to rebuild his clan, his situation was complicated since there’re a lot of trial given he’s a missing nin, she felt there’s danger looming and that he might have to run away… and she’d duty for her clan. So she was there to put an end to their relationship because it’s already too intense and it might end badly if they kept pursuing something without future… yet our passionate sasuke isn’t having any of that ;-) he’s going to remind her how it feels

As bonus: I think what brought them together and made them a bit more close, was that intimate bubble that started to create slowly during their one-on-one late meetings, how sasuke let his guard down because he thought there’s no danger (she didn’t look like she would jump anytime soon in his pants…), hw they talked in hushed words, how they stared too long into each other eyes without inhibition… I let you do the rest :-)

This took me longer than I care to admit to figure out how to get these all in one spot, haha. This blog gives me more asks than I’m used to.

First, I’m very flattered you think highly of my writing skills, and I do love this idea.

But you seem to have all the ideas and know exactly what way you want it to go. I’d love to see what YOU are capable of doing with this. My mind might take this in ways you may not approve of, and I feel you, dear anon, have the true vision here. If you want a beta or something, I’d be glad to help you there. I want to encourage all the creatives out there, though!

Give it a shot! Writing seems intimidating, but what doesn’t these days? Haha. You have me intrigued, anon, you really do. Please show me how this story really unfolds.

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I love sexual frustration. It's smut + angst and that's my thing. I think this easily suits sasuke and hinata's personalities, for they're dark and sasuke's naturally frustrated and passionate while hinata is a scaredy cat who's passionate too... can you write something like that? Can it takes place either in 19th century or their canon-universe, so you could add some family's feud as a reason why they can't indulge in their raw need?

I agree. It’s fun to read about. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like that on Hinata’s part, though. That would be something.

I’m gonna save this for later (or maybe someone wants to pick up on it). Having a bit of a creative jam right now when it comes to SasuHina.

[midnightwhims]

I just wanted to say that I love every one of your fics. They're like delicious little threats. They're fluffy (sometimes), sfhskfsurf hot (other times), and the angst, oh my gosh, it's too good for my poor little shippy heart. I like your writing too, and the length of your little "threats". I love receiving love, that's why I'm sharing some in your inbox too. You're doing somthing really good,so someone needs to tell you that XO

Thank you!😋 I’m glad you and everyone enjoy what I write. Especially when I’m not fully awake most of the time.

[midnightwhims]

Always the Same

I only have 43 posts, including this one.

And it’s so cliche.

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How would Sasuke confess to the girl who likes his best friend?

He wouldn’t.

He would wait until the emotions were out of her system. He would refuse to be seen as nothing more than “his best friend,” and he wouldn’t be able to support either of them once his own feelings were known. There was the chance that said girl would reciprocate his feelings, but Sasuke wouldn’t want to deal with the doubt-

She’s using me.

She just wants to be close to him.

She never wanted me in the first place.

-so it was best to just wait until her emotions had shifted to the next person. No one liked their first crush forever.

But waiting without effort could be the wrong approach.

How would Sasuke confess to the girl his best friend was interested in?

He wouldn’t.

He would listen to his best friend make fleeting comments about said girl-

She’s kinda weird, huh?

She’s pretty determined, huh?

She’s kinda pretty, I guess.

She’s been on my mind lately.

-but he wouldn’t say more than he needed to. He wouldn’t let his best friend know that said girl was interested in someone. It was obvious to everyone. Why should he have to say it? Why should he let him know? How come he didn’t know already?

But Sasuke did value his best friend. Annoying as he was, Sasuke’s best friend was important to him, so he wouldn’t interfere even if the two started talking more. Why would he? Sasuke was put in her presence a lot more because of it, so there would be no point in interfering.

But he himself could have made a bigger effort to know her.

How would Sasuke confess to the girl his best friend was dating?

He couldn’t.

Why would he? It was his own fault for sitting passively by and watching the two grow closer. Every miscommunication between the two could have been Sasuke’s time to act. The awkward silences could have been Sasuke’s chance to dominate the conversation. The times his best friend wanted to give up this needless emotional chess could have been Sasuke’s right to support a Game Over.

But Sasuke encouraged with annoyed huffs and blunt words. He left the two alone whenever his own discomfort got the best of him. He accepted all the times his best friend rescheduled their usual meetings to take care of “something important.”

It made his best friend happy.

And she was happy.

And as accepting as he was, Sasuke clung to the notion that “first relationships never last.”

It didn’t.

They didn’t.

But years had passed. He changed. She changed. Nothing was the same anymore. They were no longer children, no longer teens, no longer naive.

Sasuke realized that nothing was gained from inaction except regret and pestering questions. So whenever Sasuke saw her, that pretty dark-haired girl who grew to be a beautiful dark-haired woman, a similar question always passed through his mind:

How do I confess to the woman who used to be in love with my best friend?

With a sigh and a shrug, the answer was always the same.

“I can’t.”