#i mean if sakura was my wife i would too

[inosumi]

PLSS SASUKE SAT GAZING AT THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS TO BLOOM CAUSE THEY REMINDED HIM OF SAKURA LIKE I'M SOBBING

[cheriewony]

boo, you whore — huh yunjin

genre; smut, smut with plot

pairing; mean girl!yunjin x fem!reader

warnings; mean yunjin, degredation, size kink, strapon use, cunnilingus, face sitting, voyeurism, mentions of filming

note; this is a repost from my old blog (cheriejen) i honestly loved writing this request, want jen to call me a whore and rail me senseless ♡ - would you guys like a pt 2? i was thinking of doing a foursome with the plastics-

minors ++ men, dni

huh yunjin seemed to have spawned her wretched way into this world with a silver spoon in her mouth, wearing perilously tall jimmy choos and a matching pink birkin. this hadn't changed much in university. you had thought that after the horrid interactions the two of you had had back in high school, university was going to be a fresh start.

you couldn't have been more wrong.

whilst yunjin's friends-since-birth miyawaki sakura and kim chaewon were studying elsewhere, she had been able to make a new trio of plastics quickly enough. yu jimin had been connected to yunjin's hip since she had stepped onto campus. she was the life of the party- organising mixers, socials and parties like this very halloween one. jang wonyoung, a fashion major and the titled prettiest girl on campus, had been an obvious choice as the final piece in the highly-respected trio.

just like she had cornered you in the cafeteria in her short little tennis skirts in high school, here she was, in a short pink slip dress that was hardly covering her hot pink lingerie, her glittery lip gloss smudged from an intense makeout session she'd just had with the captain of the university football team. oh, and the bunny ears that had been propped onto her college-blonde hair, almost like an afterthought.

you had learnt that college halloween parties were an excuse to dress slutty the hard way- after showing up, fake blood, teeth and warts as frankenstein's wife to your first halloween party in your freshman year. today, you were wearing the same veil you had to your first party, instead paired with a white front-tie corset, the shortest skirt in your closet and a wash of dewy tint on your lips.

yunjin's lip curled into that smirk she always had in front of you. despite years of witnessing her lip curl in that manner, you still couldn't really understand what it meant. disgust? irritation? amusement?

"who would've thought a little suck up like you would be at one of my parties?"

you hesitated to correct her. this technically wasn't her party- after all, it had been karina who had thrown the party. your lips remained shut; any party huh yunjin actually showed up too soon became her party.

your hesitation was interrupted by yunjin's perfectly manicured hand fastening around your wrist. she ends up tugging you along with one hand, the other hand sneaking another small tray of filled red solo cups on it, continuing to weave neatly through the throngs of drunken young adults before pushing you into the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door behind you two.

she can only smile over at your flushed face, how your lips had pursed into pants after clumsily rushing into the bathroom behind her. yunjin props herself onto the bathroom counter top, draining one of the solo cups in one, squealing aloud once she finished.

"actually grew yourself some tits, huh?" she questions, that cheshire-cat grin still tugging at her lips. she steps forward to tug the bow holding the from of your top together loose.

part of you instinctively shielded your now bare skin, cheeks stained red as yunjin chuckled over at you.

"no bra? what a slut."

your cheeks could only get warmer at her words as she pushed you to settle onto the bathroom counter, moving to stand between your legs, lifting your skirt up to get a view of the lacy pink panties you were wearing. she smirked at the sticky patch that was beginning to form between your legs.

"what a fucking whore."

the next view was something you never expected; huh yunjin, propped on her knees as she pushed your panties aside and began to lap at your dripping cunt, playboy bunny ears askew on her halo of blonde hair.

your were obsessed with her. anyone would be with how her tongue teased your clit, drawing long licks against your sweet pussy. all you could do was moan, tugging at wads of blonde hair to force you closer, only causing her to bite at your inner thighs.

"do you know how much that stylist cost me? don't you fucking dare."

so you don't, your hands fiddling with your tits instead, rubbing the nub of your nipple to make your eyes roll, tongue propped out of your mouth as yunjin continued to lap at your pretty pussy. as soon as your legs begin to roll alongside her licks, she pulls away, lips shining with your wetness.

"it's that easy to get you to cum? fucking slut, bet you've thought about this for so long? what a creep-"

she moves to the side, removing her own clothes, only revealing more perfect curves. she was venus and you were under her spell as she moved out of view to put something on. by the time she arrived back in front of you, you were salivating. the strap on was huge. and glittery pink. obvi.

you immediately drop to your knees, eager to lap and suck at the tip of the dildo but yunjin only scoffs in disgust.

"i don't want your foul mouth anywhere near this. lie down."

and you did. she forces you to lay down as she aligns the pink dildo with your entrance, lubing it down with your own wetness. she slowly pushes in, the two of your moans sync. her hands find purchase on your hips before moving faster, ignoring any of your whines or demands.

"listen here bitch. i make the rules here. all i want to hear from you are those dirty little moans-"

your eyes become glassy, almost doll-like as she does as she pleases, grunting almost animalistically as her thrusts get more incoherent and shaky, your gummy walls tightening around her.

"f-fuck- keep taking me, don't make me stop-"

your whines are pornographic at this point, making your own hips move alongside her thrusts, your thumb teasing your clit as you reach your high. as if a puppeteer had dropped your strings, you collapse onto yunjin, hands gripping past her tits to rest on her shoulders.

yunjin groans in disgust, pushing your weak frame flat onto the counter before taking out her phone, beginning to film your twitching self, your pussy still quivering around her pink cock. you try to cover your face, which clearly doesn't please yunjin one bit. she pulls out in frustration, and grabs her stuff before glaring at you.

"boo, you whore."

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[anastasiahere]

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

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Warnings:

16+, kissing, curses, not real scenarios, it's fanfiction which means that the character isn't that accurate.

Author note:

English isn't my first language, so if there are any mistakes please ignore them.

To know:

Mc [y/n] and Sylus have started developing harder feelings for each other and Syuls has told Mc [y/n] to get ready because he will pick her up somewhere. It had been 3 months since they had seen each other. They have known each other for 8 years now.

MC P.O.V.

I don't know why out of no where he decided to take me out. It was snowing today since it was the beginning of December.

I didn't mind that he wanted to take me out but knowing Sylus he would take me to auctions or his weapons warehouses. Which is not that exciting. But I had nothing to do this weekend so it wouldn't hurt to go.

After I got ready, I was wearing a winter dress and had my coat on my bed so I can take it before I go.

I heard my phone ringing from the other room, I knew it was sylus. I can't help the fluttering feeling I felt this time. It felt like this time was different than the other ones.

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Hello to you too, kitten. Are you ready? I'm waiting outside of your apartment." I heard his husky voice that filled my ears and heart. His voice always had did something to me.

"Yes I am. I'll get down now" I said before hanging up and rushing downstairs. I felt excited to see him again.

As I got down the stairs, I saw his body leaning against his motorcycle. His muscles flexed as he breathed, his red eyes seemed to glow more under the winter's embrace. My breathing hitched a bit before I tried to calm myself and come towards him, but as I did, his expensive cologne filled my senses. All I could smell in the air was his scent, all I could see is him.

His eyes didn't leave me, as if he was devouring me alive with his eyes only. Before I can say anything, I saw him take off his jacket and draping his jacket around me.

"I-"

"Shh, You didn't bring a jacket. You can get a cold. Wouldn't want that now, sweetie, hm?" He spoke with a smirk on his face.

Ah right, I forgot my jacket in my bedroom.

"I can go bring it no need. We are still infront of my apartment anywa-" I said before I was interrupted by him, "I can't wait any longer to have you for myself. So no." He said before he put a helmet on my head and guided me to his motorcycle.

"Hands around me."

"H-huh?" I mumbled.

"Hands around my waist, kitten." He hummed.

I wrapped my hands around his waist before gaining a hum from him. Before I knew it the motorcycle was roaring back to life again and began driving it.

"Sylus, where are you taking me?" I asked out of curiosity since we have been driving for a good amount of time now.

"You'll see."

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Oh fuck..he freaking bought a whole restaurant and named it on my name. The place he chose was perfect. The restaurant was surrounded by a lot of vibrant grass, sakura trees, and flowers. I felt my heart pumping so rapidly. This was so perfect in so many ways.

"Sylus, I.."

"It's beautiful.." I completed almost shocked by all of this.

"I thought it was mediocre. Your name is the thing that made it beautiful. Thank whoever named you for it, not me." He said with no emotion as if it was the smallest thing he could ever do, but there was a gentle smile I could see on his face as he saw my reaction.

"Well I love it either way."

"Well, shall we then?" He said as he reached out to hold me by my waist and lead me in.

I just nod unable to even speak. That man will kill me I swear..

As I enter, there were so many flower bouquets, it felt endless. There was literally one in each table. From my shock I just look at him in widened eyes.

"S-sylus why are you doing this all of a sudden..?" I mumbled in disbelief.

"What? Can't spoil my future wife?"

Wife? WIFE!?

"what..?"

He just chuckles before pulling me in to a deep kiss. I felt my body heat rise up.

He was a good kisser I won't deny it..

I felt myself being pulled against the wall, his body over-towering mine. His hot breath hit my face making me shiver.

"I don't want to wait to marry you." He whispered against my neck in a possessive way.

"I've waited too long, M'lady." He murmured against my ear before biting it.

This all felt like a dream..

"S-sylus.." I whimpered.

"You belong to me, sweetie." He whispered before kissing my neck senseless.

He was devouring me like there was no after. His hands traveled down to my thighs, and I was already feeling dizzy from pleasure. He was too good in everything he does.

"S-sylus..please.." I whimpered, my hand went on his head as he started to kiss my thighs.

He then looks at me with lust in his eyes. His eyes had always reminded me of blood and cruelty but now it reminds me of love and lust.

"You will have everything you want, love. Because.."

"You're my wife, and mine only."

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The End ♡

Omg this took too much time and it ended up being so short 🥲.. I hope you enjoyed it though! Please like or reblog it would help :)

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[bones4thecats]

Hello (again lol) Can I request Ne Zha x fem pregnant reader please? :3 ✨

Ne Zha's Fem! S/O Being Pregnant

Character: Ne Zha Requester: @bellatrix2901 A/N: While many say that Ne Zha is a minor (specifically around 12), he is a deity, meaning he has lived for thousands of years. He is portrayed as an older adult/teenager, so we're going off of his canonical age and his status as immortal, yet-youthful looking man. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: NONE ⚠️

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🪷 The sound of a pair of geta sandals hitting the ground over and over echoed in the building. And with the sound of rushing water, many would believe this to be a calm environment, oh how wrong were they

🪷 Pacing around you and Ne Zha's shared halls, a nervous whisper rummaged throughout your head; did Ne Zha want a child?

🪷 Eventually, you ran into one of your oldest servants, whom looked at you and laid a hand gently on your shoulder, making you turn to look at her. Small tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, and the elderly woman smiled and offered her arms for you to cry into

"Masashi..." you began, "do you think Ne Zha would even- you know- want a child around the house? I mean, he's a deity with a lot of responsibilities, would a kid and pregnant wife be too much?"

🪷 Masahi looked into your eyes with her narrowing blue ones and chuckled, a slightly hoarse voice coming out as she spoke

"Lord Ne Zha would never see you or your child as a burden. He loves you more than anyone else I have seen. And I've been breathing for 68 years. Take that for experience."

🪷 You smiled and nodded at the woman you saw as a Grandmother. Her smile always lit up a room, despite her constant battle with illnesses, she never stopped working, despite your pleas. She was a fighter and was very observant, so hearing this made you settle slightly

🪷 In the next couple weeks, Masashi readied you for when Ne Zha came home. It had been 14 weeks, and your baby bump was slightly showing through your long pink and blue dress. And while you were slightly nervous, the presence of Masashi calmed you

🪷 Here goes nothing.

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"Would you like anything to feast on, my Lord and Lady?"

🪷 Looking up and smiling at the well-dressed man, you asked for a mooncake with soy sauce. Which while the servant found it normal and didn't react, Ne Zha looked at you in surprise and confusion. A mooncake with soy sauce?

"I'll just take a cup of sakura tea."

"Alrighty then. Your mooncake and teas will be out here momentarily, my Lord and Lady."

🪷 You smiled and looked back at your husband, who sighed and interlocked your fingers with his. You could tell he was tired and in desperate need of a nap or at least a happy story

🪷 Mustering up your courage, you thanked the servants who brought your food and tea before clearing your throat and saying the deity's name. His eye's sight connected with yours and he hummed, a signal for you to speak

"Do you remember those young deities who ran around the fields with large amounts of sakura flowers in their hands, just throwing them around and smiling like- well, children?" You asked.

"Yes. I remember them like it was yesterday. Holding a freshly fallen basket of the petals, I have to admit, it was quite endearing seeing them playing and being the children they are."

🪷 You smiled once again and chuckle at his eyes widening slightly as he spoke, he may not show it often, but he was truly a sweetheart. Despite what many like Sun Wukong said

🪷 Laying your teacup down on the saucer and onto the tabletop, you adjusted your position before mumbling a slight 'screw it' and walking to sit beside your husband, making him cock an eyebrow and summon a pillow for you to sit on again

🪷 Reaching out to hold his hands, Ne Zha looked at you in confusion and slight shock once more. What were you doing? And why were you holding his hands to your stomach?

🪷 Wait... is that a slight bump...? It cannot be...

"Y/N are you..."

"Pregnant? Yes. And don't worry, it's not Wukong's. I think I'd die with his hell-spawn in me."

🪷 Ne Zha stared at you in shock before you noticed his eyes watering over and begin to spill tears. The smile that covered his face made you smile yourself

🪷 Wrapping his arms around you tightly, Ne Zha began to sniffle and choke on his happy cries. He was going to be a father! Why would he ever be mad?

[mochiajclayne]

thoughts on sasusaku + sarada and their...family

Will start this out by stating that this is a combination of observation and analysis so take it with a grain of salt.

(If you like sasusaku/ss, this ain't for you so please do yourself a favor and scroll away.)

naruhina + boruto version.

This is definitely the most fucked up thing to ever come in fruition in the sequel and they weren't even justified in Gaiden. LMAO. 

Diving into this family's issue at hand, it's pretty much about Sasuke being an absent father and being away from his family for more than a decade--not to mention that Sasuke is able to freaking report to the Hokage but not even pay a visit to his family.

Gaiden was pretty much good at covering the topic already but let's break down how dysfunctional it is:

The lack of evidence signified about Sasuke and Sakura being married. We see pictures of Sakura and Sarada at important moments of her life but not a single wedding photo. Sarada pretty much asking Sakura if she's really Sasuke's wife is valid because she won't doubt from the beginning if there was telltale evidence supporting that information. There isn't.

The "family" photo. Sasuke was roughly seventeen in that photo, not to mention it's next to Sakura who is in her 30s at that point. Isn't it strange? No updated photo since they got married? What's fucked up is that she had to cover up the rest of Taka behind that photo. That raised more questions, specifically, Sarada asking who those people are and who is the one wearing glasses like she does.

And, yeah. The glasses thing. It was a simple yes or no question. Sakura saying that she doesn't know is inane because they had spent time as Team 7 in the past, not to mention the sporadic moment they see each other (Orochimaru's hideout, that bridge where she tried to kill him but failed), and during the war. I don't know where she's looking but Sasuke hasn't worn glasses at all and if she can't answer that simple question, that says more about her. Anyway, that fed the idea that she doesn't know a single thing about her husband at all and Sarada notices this. Naruto who was able to say information about Sasuke unprompted, pretty much what Sarada needed to hear--yeah, I know. Shocker.

Sasuke's first meeting with Sarada. I've seen enough takes about him being an absent father. I'm not disagreeing with that. However, I present another perspective: Sasuke doesn't even know what his daughter looks like even though it's been shown that he was in Konoha at the time that Naruto is already Hokage (which would mean Sarada would be around seven or eight years old) and Sakura is in that same room, too. You're telling me that she couldn't have at least fucking introduce Sarada and Sasuke to each other? It's easy to shift the blame to the absent father because he simply isn't there but when Sakura, who knows the mission and with uncertainties on its duration, couldn't have made the initiative to simply give the kid an assurance that yeah, this is your dad, he exists and to Sasuke, she's Sarada and she's seven and she wears glasses. If making them meet is too much, at least a fucking photo would suffice it. But no. Nothing of the sort coming from Sakura. Why? Because she's okay with Sasuke being absent. She doesn't see any issue with it.

Communication. This is a controversial take and I will keep it simple. If Naruto and Sasuke can communicate and contact each other, what's stopping Sakura from reaching out to Sasuke? Isn't she his wife? She could literally write her own letter and send it alongside Naruto's but no efforts had been made on that. This is the benefit of the doubt but if Sakura at least reached out, then it's up to Sasuke to either intentionally ignore that or respond to her. My point here is initiative--it has been shown time and time again that she can do that, we've seen instances of it in the prequel. Did she stop because she finally got what she wants and is content with whatever crumbs she could hold on to? 

Sarada's birth. The sketchiest of them all. Some people wrote excellent analysis on this so please do check them out. My two cents on this is Orochimaru discussing cloning to Naruto and pretty much piquing Sarada's curiosity about the concept (which later on led to DNA testing as courtesy of Suigetsu). Sasuke pretty much reacted this way:

Usually, ellipsis in media is used when the character is pondering/thinking about something. It also represents speechlessness or a pause. Now tell me, if Sarada's birth isn't sketchy and was in some sort of way, normal, why did Sasuke casted that wayward side glance? The entirety of Gaiden as well as this page was meant to make the readers question Sarada's conception. For a backstory, Kishimoto sure left more questions than answers.

Everything is unconventional like Sakura not keeping the umbilical cord and Karin has it instead, no records at Konoha Hospital when Sakura works there and can coordinate with the proper department/s to handle paperworks, traveling while pregnant (ma'am you are a medic-nin, make it make sense), etc. I will leave this as it is, again, it has been discussed extensively by various blogs here.

In conclusion, even in adulthood, Naruto and Sasuke knows each other best. They become expert parents (at least) around each other's kids. In a fucked up way, I think it's a silent cry for help aka look I'm good with your kid and we could've been good parents together but we were forced into these marriages.

Sasusaku ended up canon but it still doesn't change the fact that Sakura knows little to nothing about Sasuke to the point that Sarada picked up on that and even threw it at her face. At the end of the day, Naruto remained as the one and only that knows Sasuke's heart best.

[madara-fate]

The whole discourse of how sasuke and Sakura be after their spouses die is very simple. These people are married and all but you can't really expect a total erratic change in behavior after the death of their spouse. These people have spent maybe 4-5 years together in their entire existence, they've spent more time being away from each than together.

Sakura would be sad and all (sasuke was the love of her life), however, her life would go on, she's supposed to model a real life girl, she has parents, probably has cousins, uncles, aunts etc. Her best friend and her two sensei's are still very much alive and accessible. Her daughter is still alive, and she took care of her without sasuke, so she'll be fine doing so again. Her life would go on, she'll probably not get remarried but still.

For sasuke, his would very much go on too, he's lost his family before and he's still a well functioning human being, he's not going lose himself over Sakura dying let's be real. He'll be sad, but he'll go on. Maybe sarada is a problem he'll have to deal with, but sasuke would still go on his missions. He's a missions first kind of guy, ig.

I think sasuke might only lose himself a bit if Naruto died. Best friend or not, Sasuke understands what Naruto is to the world and what he represents. To sasuke, Naruto is the light that unifies the world, similar but not really to the darkness and hatred sasuke wanted to be. Sasuke knows that his loved ones are safe and secure as long as Naruto lives.

Long story short, they'll be fine. Little rant, my bad.

So you think that Sasuke would be more distraught if Naruto were to die, rather than his own wife and the mother of his child? And your reasoning is that Sasuke apparently views Naruto as the light which unifies the world, and that as long as he's alive, Sasuke's loved once are safe? Yeah I think several things during the new generation have proven that statement to be wrong. Naruto being alive, clearly hasn't meant that Sasuke's loved ones were safe and secure, and Sasuke knows this. Not to mention that Sasuke has also described Sakura as the light in his world, which is a lot more personal.

All I'll say is this - It doesn't need to be a competition, but some people really need to acknowledge the fact that just because Naruto and Sasuke were each other's closest bond during the main story, that doesn't mean that this must still be the case now over 15 years later, especially when they have families and children of their own. These things come with different priorities and responsibilities.

[lizaloveslino]

Pairing: bf! Hyunjin x reader x friend group! lesserafim

Summary: Sick day with Hyunjin while having schedules at the company and hanging out with your friends the fimmies

TW: sickness, throwing up

Genre: Sickfic

A/N: Hii I’m Liza! I write SKZ fics…mostly sickfics because they’re my favorite thing ever. If you have any requests lmk <3

You lay beside Hyunjin on your cozy bed in the early hours of the morning, he was still fast asleep which was unusual for him because he was an early bird. You were certain that he had rehearsals with the boys this morning but you shrugged it off thinking that perhaps you’d made a mistake.

Just then your cellophone chimed and when you saw who it was you smiled, it was Yunjin frantically telling you about her new solo song she was working on.

JEN: Y/n!! I finally finished my new song

YOU: OMG IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR IT??

JEN: yupp you should come over to the studio today to get a sneak peak, I’ll be with the girls except for Sakura because she has a photo shoot :)

YOU: I would LOVE to come over

JEN: Kazuha says she’s excited to see you and misses you xx

YOU: AWW omg wife tell her I’m omw

YOU: also um… c-can I bring…

JEN: UGH fine you can bring the boyfriend

JEN: Tell him he wins this time 🙄

YOU: YAY xx see you later

You turned to talk to your boyfriend but noticed that he was still asleep, his hair was stuck to his forehead a little with perspiration and you figured that was odd because it was still cold outside. You pressed a gentle hand to his forehead and felt the heat radiating off of him as he began to stir in his peaceful slumber. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed in concern.

“Jinnie, are you okay baby?” You wondered as his eyes fluttered open and he winced from the sunlight bleeding through the open window.

“Hmm, I’m fine it’s just hot today.” He told you, “what time is it?”

“It’s almost nine.” You answered honestly and his eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“I have rehearsals for the new album today, shit.” He cursed tossing off the covers, grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom to take a shower, not even bothering to close the door. “Good morning by the way!”

“You’re so…” you chuckled to yourself. “I knew it.”

Just then his phone started going off with messages from the boys group chat rushing him. “Chan says you better hurry up!”

He took a while in the shower but you didn’t think much of it, he usually prioritized his skin care routine and perhaps he was shaving too. You poured at the thought of that last one, he usually asked you to help.

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Afterwards the two of you had breakfast which consisted of fried eggs, toast and jam, he didn’t eat much which was odd so you tried feeding him a spoonful of scrambled eggs and he cringed.

“Damn, are my eggs that bad hm?” You asked slightly hurt.

“No I just, I have this headache that won’t go away and judging by my light sensitivity I’m guessing it’s another migraine.” He told you and you got up and took his medicine out from the cabinet. “I don’t know if I should take that yet it makes me sleepy and I have to dance.”

“Yeah maybe you’re right and you haven’t eaten much either so it might do more harm than good.” You pondered, “okay I’ll carry it just in case.”

“I’ll be fine don’t worry, it’ll go away.” He reassured you, he was always so good at doing that.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “by the way after practice we’re going over to HYBE to see Yunjin and the fimmies, she wants to show me her new solo song!”

“Yunjin hates me.” He complained with a pouty lip.

“She does not!” You argued with a chuckle, “you’re so dramatic babe.”

“She’s good at writing songs though.” He commented. “Love you twice has been on repeat in your car since.”

“I≠DOLL is way better.” I argued and he shook his head is disappointment. “Hey just because I’m an author doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about music.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He hushed and you shoved his shoulder playfully.

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Immediately after you got in the car and begun your dive to JYP, Hyunjin made you drive because he said he didn’t feel up to it yet. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, you had to admit that you were growing undeniably worried about him.

Once you arrived at the company you greeted the boys and sat in the corner with your laptop working while they had dance practice. Hyunjin kept lagging behind which was very unlike him and the choreographer was getting frustrated with him as well as his members.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Lee know asked placing a hand on his shoulder, Hyunjin wiped sweat from his forehead looking beyond exhausted.

“Yeah are You okay, you don’t look so good…” Jeongin asked and as Hyunjin’s gaze met yours across the room he shook his head ‘no’ in refusal. “Oh.”

“If you weren’t feeling well you never should’ve come Hyunjin-ah, your health is our top priority you shouldn’t push yourself so much.” Chan asked of him shaking his head. “Go home and rest okay?”

“Yeah, feel better hyung.” Seungmin agreed with a gentle smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry again.” Hyunjin apologized as Felix handed him a towel and a bottle of water. “I’ll go…home after Y/n and I go to HYBE.”

“Alright.” Chan nodded.

Hyunjin immediately approached you and sat down next to you, you shook your head in concern. “We don’t have to go…”

“But you’re so excited to see the girls, it’s fine we can go.” He assured you, “I’ll be fine promise.”

“Promise?” You clarified.

“Yeah, let me Just get changed.” He affirmed. “I’ll take the medicine now I think.”

“Okay,” you agreed handing him the a bottle of water and a two pills which he took gladly. “Let me know if you start feeling worse, we’ll go home.”

“Okay.” He agreed. “My stomach feels a little off though, God I hate having migraines because it always makes me feel like this.”

“I’m sorry baby.” You hushed. “It’s probably because you’ve taken the medication on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah probably, it just feels off like my breakfast is moving around.” He told you. “Let’s just go, it’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

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By the time you arrived at HYBE the fimmies we’re waiting for you in the studio, you hugged them all and Hyunjin said did so as well, having been well acquainted with them since they were such close friends of yours.

You put on the headphones Yunjin gave you as Hyunjin sat down in the corner talking to Chaewon about one thing or the other.

“Watch him for me Chae.” You asked her in secret, “he isn’t feeling well today but he’s being stubborn so just let me know if anything comes up.”

“Aww really? Shame. I’ll be sure to do so, I’ve got him don’t worry.” She assured you giving you a side hug.

As you listened to Yunjin’s new song you were still amazed at how incredibly talented your friend was, how she was able to write such amazing songs.

“This is amazing!” You complimented her and she smiled.

“You mean it?” She lit up, “I was so uncertain about it.”

“No I mean it you did well.” You comforted.

Just then Chaewon tapped your shoulder and she had a worried look on her face,

“What is it Chae?” You asked her taking off your headphones. “Is it Hyunjin?”

“Yeah he said he’s really not feeling well.” She told you, “you can go home you know? We love you for coming but it’s okay!”

“Yeah Y/n it means so much to me that you showed up despite everything.” Yunjin thanked you.

“Of course I had lots of fun, let me go check on him.” You told them and made your way over to the couch Where Hyunjin was seated, his skin was pale and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Hi baby, you okay?”

“No I feel nauseous my head is killing me, I don’t feel good.” He told you, tears collecting in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m ruining your day.”

“No you’re not love don’t talk like that,” you attempted to comfort him, “lean your head on my shoulder it’ll make you feel better just close your eyes. “Chae is driving the car closer to the entrance so you don’t have to walk far.”

“Mmm.” He sighed leaning against you and placing a hand over his stomach.

“Migraines are the worst, I’m sorry.” Yunjin apologized. “Feel better Yeah?”

But Hyunjin was so out of it he could barely hear her, he burried his face into your neck and said, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Shhh, don’t worry you won’t.” You attempted to calm him down but you could hear his stomach doing flips and knew.

“The nearest bathroom is two floors down and the elevator isn’t working today.” Kazuha warned.

“Shit.” You cursed just as Hyunjin gagged and covered his mouth, he shut his eyes as vomit began to deep through his fingers. “Is there a trash can?”

“No I’m sorry!” Yunjin apologized but tossed a towel onto the floor to at least attempt to do the cleaners a favor for what was inevitably happening. “There.”

“He can just throw up there’s no time.” Kazuha told you.

“Just let It Go Hyunjin it’s fine baby, you’ll feel better afterwards.” You comforted him as he let go of his mouth and gagged once more as a thick stream of vomit splattered onto the floor despite the towel. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Y/n…” He groaned and held your hand as he started throwing up again, his watery breakfast making an appearance in front of you as Chaewon arrived with a trash can and stepped back as to not get any on her shoes. He coughed as you put the trash can under his chin and he continued throwing up bile.

“Shhh you’re okay.” You hushed.

“I’ll call the cleaners.” Kazuha volunteered leaving the room.

“I’ll call Chan and tell him you can’t make practice tomorrow too.” You told Hyunjin as he nodded silently, saliva dripping from his mouth and vomit through his nose. “You’ll be okay.”

After the whole ordeal at hybe you and Hyunjin went home and you helped him take a shower before settling into bed, he fell asleep fast and you held him close to you. “Sleep well angel.” You hushed. And he did just that.

[strawberrycakelove]

No one will ever convince me that SasuSaku has nothing wrong.

No one will ever convince me that everything is fine with SasuSaku and that Sasuke is a person who is minimally or decently happy with his situation or his marriage.

How Sakura manages to be happy in her relationship is a complete mystery to me, this can only be explained by her being insane or very egocentric and the mere label of "Sasuke's wife" being enough for her, which does not speak in favor of her mental health.

Sasuke was defeated by Naruto and therefore considered himself defeated by life.

(I consider this quite dramatic and exaggerated, actually quite lame, but it's worthy of a 16 year old mental age show, as the characters matured and aged, the series could have matured too, but whatever.)

And he's lacking enough backbone to come to terms with that (and remain at the mental age of a 16 year old forever too, there's even some justice here with Sakura acting like a 15 year old after 30), he might It's ironically fair, but no one is going to convince me that there's nothing wrong here.

Then he took Sakura, because that was understandably what he had left at Leaf, and he probably just kept her and had a child to demonstrate that, if not, he was at least on good terms with the village (because he doesn't stay in the village, he is he was always traveling/doing missions etc), he was not unwilling either, as he placed a child there of his blood as a guarantee, that he would at least not destroy his son's house.

It's my haedcannon, he's not complimentary to Sasuke, but I'm not obligated just because I sympathize with his character, because love, affection, attention and a family he didn't give to Sarada even in her most critical years.

It's as if he had completely forgotten his own resentment towards his father in his childhood because he realized he was passed over to Itachi.

Ah! but Naruto did the same to Boruto!

No!, Naruto didn't even have a family to have a better reference, it's very likely that he believes that having blood ties and being alive is enough (after all, that's what HE missed, a living family and blood ties)

Naruto is at least within Boruto's reach, and I think he truly believes that's enough.

Naruto just doesn't understand that Boruto expects his father to come to him, probably Naruto thinks that if Boruto needs something, he will look for him, like Naruto did when he needed something from someone and didn't hesitate to get it.

Naruto doesn't understand that Boruto isn't as independent as he is (Naruto doesn't even understand that he himself needed to become independent).

It's natural for him not to understand to a certain extent, Boruto has everything he didn't have (besides family and blood ties) he has talent and intelligence, why wouldn't he be independent?

Sasuke already knows very well that (having family and blood ties), talent and intelligence, does not make you naturally independent (as he resented his father's lack of attention and brooded for years about not knowing more after having managed to call his pay attention to the fireball jutsu), as he is another who was forced to become independent on his own.

And yet, he chooses to ignore Sarada's needs and feelings, being rude enough to say it was none of her business.

What do you mean, it's not her business to have something about her family? What do you mean, she of all people and being his daughter, wouldn't have similar feelings?

Sarada looks like a piece on a game board, and it's not like a person, let alone a Shinobi in a Shinobi Village, in history, wasn't commonly treated like pieces on a board, and I think Sasuke just accepted playing the game.

Which is decadent for a character who was so outraged by the inhumane way his clan and his brother were treated, with someone who insisted on bringing the Kages back to life to find out why they would find it acceptable.

To someone who asked Kakashi what he would do if he lost everything he loves.

To someone who said that if they wanted everything to go back to the way it was before, that his clan would be brought back.

For someone who resented his own survival of the massacre.

He knows what it's like, he knows these feelings very well, he didn't collapse for nothing after Itachi's truth was revealed, he knows it all very deeply.

He is not like Naruto who grew up and survived absence and emotional emptiness, Sasuke lived in a hell of pain and longing exactly because he knows how much of this can be lacking in a person.

Then he ignores Sarada's feelings.

Sasuke sank into a pit even deeper than Kakashi's after being defeated by Naruto.

Sarada really looks the piece here.

Why did he allow himself to have a child if he wasn't in a position to have one?

It's not like he couldn't have figured out how to avoid conception, he lived with Orochimaru for years and even studied to defeat him, for lack of intellectual capacity he isn't, in a world where even Madara could in a rudimentary way make a graft , that he couldn't not figure out how to do contraception. Are there no condoms or vasectomies in the world of Naruto?, in a world where eyes are transplanted as replacement parts? He accepted being without an arm, sterilizing himself would be the least of it, and with medicine from Naruto's world this should be easily reversible.

He was simply irresponsible to allow Sakura to get pregnant and forget about Sarada for 12 years.

Sakura was also irresponsible, but her character has always crawled in the mud when it comes to both self-love and common sense, so her choices being more than questionable in the intimate field simply isn't surprising. But Sasuke's descent into rock bottom is shocking. No one will ever convince me that there is nothing wrong with SasuSaku. With Sasuke or Sakura here.

[greatideas-badwriter]

Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 30

Sakura didn’t want to wake up. In fact, she refused. Mentally, she was aware she was asleep, but did everything she could not to move a muscle or think too hard. If she did, her temporary bliss would be ruined. The princess was dreaming of her husband. She was imagining with all her might that she was warm and comfortable. The delusion was strong enough that she could feel Sasuke’s arms around her and smell his comforting scent. 

‘I’ve missed this more than anything. Please, let me cherish it for just a while longer….’ 

She never thought being separated from another person would physically hurt, but it did. Each minute spent apart from the prince felt torturous. It was like he was the perfect dose of pain medication to manage a chronic ailment. Without him, it was hard to exist. 

Recalling how the last month or so had felt in Sasuke’s absence, the woman couldn’t help but melt into the dream. She buried her face in his shirt, clutching its fabric with trembling hands while tears fell heavily down her face. Even if it was only an illusion, a wonderful dream, Sakura felt safer than she had in a long time. 

The lump in her throat grew to unbearable levels when the prince’s chest moved slower as he took in a deep breath while waking. His arms tightened around her before one of them traveled up to tangle in her hair and hold her closer. She nuzzled in, internally pleading for the affection to never end. It was just as she suspected all those days spent with nothing to do while being held captive. The prince made everything okay with just a simple embrace. It was as though all her problems melted away. All was right within his arms.

“Sakura….” The man’s sweet, raspy voice whispered into her hair. Her tears fell more heavily as she broke into sobs. The good feelings were going away as she began coming to terms with the fact that this wasn’t real. Anytime, she’d be waking up on the cold barn floor, hungry and terrified. 

“I’m sorry,” Sasuke whispered, soothing her hair with slow movements, “I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you alone like that again.” 

‘...Wait….’ 

The princess slowly opened her eyes. Her breath hitched when she was able to see for the first time in weeks. It was dark, but she could make out the tear stains on her husband’s white shirt. She couldn’t contain her disbelief and struggled to breathe, pushing away so she could properly see. 

Sasuke sat up as well, his dark eyes watery as he searched her face. Sakura wiped fervently at her wet cheeks before cupping his face with shaking hands. There was a dark bruise tarnishing his jaw on the right side, and his left bicep and hand were bandaged, but this was the prince. This was her husband in real life, not a dream. At the moment, it was too much for her. She couldn’t control herself and fumbled to hug him tightly, clinging to him like her life depended on it. 

‘It’s really him. He really came for me.’ 

It took a long time for the woman to calm down enough to release the man and lay back down. When she did, he followed suit while staring as though afraid she’d disappear if he looked away for even a moment. By the glint in his eye, Sakura could tell Sasuke had many things he’d like to say, but words simply weren’t coming. She opened her mouth to attempt speaking for the first time in weeks, only to freeze when she realized it wasn’t Akuma before her. 

It was definitely nighttime, so how…? 

“The demon…. He broke his promise in order to protect you,” Sasuke quietly informed his wife. 

Her mouth closed in surprise, ‘He tried to kill on my behalf? Does that mean Akuma is gone? …I didn’t get to say goodbye….’ A strong sense of sadness washed over Sakura. 

Sasuke seemed able to read her mind because he assured her quickly, “He is still here. I now have control over when he’s able to arise.” 

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again, changing the subject now that they both had better control over their emotions, “Are you alright?” There was a softness to his voice that hinted he was afraid to hear the answer. 

Sakura studied his face for a moment before nodding, leaning into his gentle touch when he slid his hand between the pillow and her cheek. Warmth met his dark eyes before they fell to her neck, his hand following. Goosebumps rose to her skin at the sensation. 

“You haven’t been able to speak?” 

She shook her head, glad he was able to infer that without an explanation. 

He slid his hand beneath her cheek again, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips as his gaze darkened, “I want to know everything you had to endure.” 

It was then that a certain insinuated question made the atmosphere heavy. Sakura’s heartbeat quickened, tears brimming her eyes once more while she shook her head, ‘He’s worried I was harmed by someone like Hihara again.’ 

An unsteady deep breath came and left the prince. He closed his eyes to calm for a moment before nodding reassuringly at Sakura, his expression less hesitant, “I’m relieved. If such a thing had occurred, I’d-" "Sasuke….” Sakura’s voice was hoarse and quiet. It was a little painful to speak after being silent for so long, not to mention the sheer amount of cold air she’d been breathing. 

She hadn’t meant to rudely interrupt his heartfelt communication, but the topic had brought something very important to mind. 

He closed his mouth, searching her face more attentively. 

She couldn’t speak, then. The lump in her throat, this time from nerves, was too big to swallow. Concern quickly met the man’s features. In hopes of quickly reassuring him that nothing was terribly wrong, Sakura panicked. Unsure what else she could do, she grabbed his uninjured hand and guided it down under the covers, between their bodies. Their gazes remained locked as she hesitantly manipulated his hand so that it pressed flat to her stomach, fingers pointing down. Then, she held it there, pressing her own palm to the back of his hand and attempting to wordlessly communicate with him since her ability to speak had failed. 

It took a few seconds for the confused expression to melt into realization. Then, the cautious feel of his touch became firmer. The prince’s eyes lit up with surprise, “You are…!” 

Sakura nodded, a smile meeting her lips as it was clear the man wasn’t unhappy with the news. 

Sasuke’s brow furrowed, his head shaking a few times. He fumbled to slip his hand beneath her nightgown, pressing his palm flat to her stomach with excitement quickening his breath. He kissed her once, pulling back to try asking for unneeded clarification, “I…We…?” He swallowed hard and retried, his nose brushing against hers, “A child?” 

Sakura nodded, kissing him softly. The prince accepted the affection, moving to wrap his arms around her. When she pulled away from the kiss to smile bashfully at him, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. Brimming with relief, the princess did the same. Then, they were silent. 

They were content. 

They were reunited, at last. 

The following sleep was the best rest she’d had since their honeymoon. When she stirred, her entire body was sore, especially her feet. It wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected, though. The doctors explained immediately upon her waking that they’d used the strongest healing potion they could find. It wasn’t enough to completely heal a person, but it ensured no infections would meet her wounds and would hasten the recuperation process. 

As soon as the doctor was finished checking her over, Sasuke rose from the chair he’d been sitting in nearby. He refused to let her out of his sight. In the past, Sakura might’ve found it uncomfortable, but that was before spending over a month as a prisoner. His pretty, dark eyes flickered to the entrance of the large room before he sat on the edge of the bed, taking one of his wife’s hands into his own. 

The heightened emotions from last night had, thankfully, simmered, so his composure was intact. His voice was stable in its usual, soft yet strong way. His face was mostly stoic with just the tiniest glimmer of relief and exhaustion shining through. “Until we discover who ordered your kidnapping, do not tell anyone about the pregnancy.” 

Sakura nodded with a warming face. It was foreign, hearing the man speak on their situation so calmly. In her eyes, it seemed as though the prince was happier than he cared to admit, even to her, about becoming a father. She’d been terrified he’d be distraught, so it was a weight off her shoulders. 

The door to the room burst open to reveal King Madara followed by the first prince and a line of palace staff carrying trays of foods and drinks. “Niece! I’m so relieved to see you safe once more!” The king approached as though he wished to take Sasuke’s spot sitting on the bed’s edge, but the second prince didn’t move a muscle and instead fixed his uncle with a firm stare. 

Sakura bowed her head, “Y-Your-” “Don’t try to speak yet. You’re still healing,” Sasuke cut off her hoarse attempt. 

Itachi chimed in after a moment of awkward silence met the room, “Please, Sister, eat and rest well so your body can heal itself more quickly. We can all talk while you do.” 

Blush heated the woman’s face at his calling her his sister, burning even hotter when a maid politely handed Sasuke a tray full of easy to digest breakfast foods. He glanced at his wife, who shook her head to indicate she didn’t want him to feed her. Wordlessly he handed over the tray before turning his gaze back on his family members, “Is there any news from the interrogators?” 

Sakura slowly ate some oatmeal, not wanting to upset her stomach. ‘Did they manage to capture Hidan and Kakuzu, then? Or is it the farmer and his family?’ She wanted to ask but couldn’t for obvious reasons. 

“Since Kisame is still recovering, we haven’t been able to view his memories. He’s not responding to torture, either,” Madara said, his eyes turning onto the princess every so often as though ensuring she remained present and stable. 

Sasuke asked, “How is Kisame? He mentioned sending us here was costly.” 

Itachi frowned, nodding, “He’s comatose. It’s expected he won’t wake for several days.” 

Sakura vaguely recalled meeting someone with that name. Their appearance escaped her, though. 

Her husband’s brow furrowed, but his older brother cut him off before he could speak, “He knew the consequences of using so much energy. It was his choice, so do not blame yourself.” 

The Uchiha trio’s discussion carried on for a while. Once Sakura had eaten her fill, she turned onto her side and curled up under the blankets. It was difficult to understand how she was still so tired after sleeping for so long. Her eyes drooped as the royal family’s voices floated around the room. A soft hum vibrated her chest when she felt Sasuke slide a hand in between hers so she could hold it. Feeling safe enough to even lay there with her eyes willingly closed was something that’d be considered a luxury little more than a day ago. Sakura lulled in and out of consciousness, only picking up pieces of the words said. 

Home was Sasuke, and she was happy to be home. 

[keithisbae1]

Juubisuke

Juubisuke questioning his reason for existing. He knows what his goal is or rather who his target is. Sarada Uchiha. But also can't help but feel all these complicated emotions. Which shouldn't be happening as far as he's aware. There was something irking him, something that didn’t sit right. Perhaps because it was the memories and feelings of what the real Uchiha Sasuke was feeling. But even then, this shouldn’t be happening. He was his clone sure but should be without emotion.

These memoires, these bonds… they shouldn’t matter to him. He can feel Sasuke's emotions and see his memories. Some particular ones come to mind. Of Jiji stating that a husband and wife shouldn't be apart and Sasuke wishing he could stay with his family. And so he has his own goals. To capture the two, Sarada and Sakura Uchiha. Even if it goes against their original goal. 

Selfishly, in his mind if they were cloned then he can have his own family and maybe that will stop all these conflicted feelings. But who’s to say, maybe they will thank him for they could also be with their Sasuke.

“Where are you going?” Matsuri asked. “Out,” he didn’t elaborate, and knew none of them would try to stop him. 

~~~

It was late by the time he got to Konoha, probably for the better. Despite never setting a foot inside the village his feet dragged him to an all too familiar setting. As if he’s been here countless times. He can picture the scene, of Sasuke’s wife welcoming him home with a light blush on her cheeks, the Uchiha certainly notices every small detail. And Sasuke’s daughter, his target, grinning away asking if they could train the next day. The lights were on, and door unlocked, most likely Sarada wasn’t home. “About time you got back. What time do you call this?” Sakura halted seeing the strange man before her. A man that certainly wasn’t her daughter. “Wait your not-” At first glance Sakura’s heart skipped a beat, this man looked so much like Sasuke, but it was clear he was not, and she feared for the reason why. Sakura knew Sasuke went ‘rouge’ again for their daughter’s sake. There was so much she didn’t understand but she trusts Sarada. However, with the enemy here did that mean something happened. Was he there to kill her? 

“Hidari,” at the questioning look he repeated. “My name is Hidari.” “Right…” At least that was a bit of useful information. This Sakura wasn’t the usual one he could see in Sasuke’s memories but that was to be expected. Yet something churned in his stomach, a feeling he couldn’t quite place and felt disturbed about. He had hoped coming here would solve everything and quench his curiosity but now he had more questions. And the look of uneasiness and trust she was sending didn’t help either. She was a strong kunoichi, that much he was aware of so had to be cautious. “Why are you always on his mind?” She remained silent. “I see you, you, and your daughter. He’s always thinking about you non-stop. I don’t understand why.” What was there for him to understand? Hidari wasn’t human and would never be able to understand the complicated emotions of Sasuke. Yet the word of what he was feeling was on the tip of his tongue, something even Sasuke had experience. Did you give me this ring to scare off other guys? Jealousy? Could that be it? 

“I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about. But if you think I’m going to let you lay a hand on my daughter your mistaken.” Sakura cracked her knuckles smirking; whatever his plan was she wouldn’t let him get away. Our daughter. His mind wanted to say. No this was Sasuke’s daughter, yet he still couldn’t help but be amused. It was no wonder the Uchiha had such an interest in her. 

Hidari will take her with him, he’ll convince them that cloning her will make it easier to target Uchiha Sarada. And then if they cloned her, perhaps having his own ‘family’ will get rid of this jealousy. 

[the-roo-too]

maybe! -> 0.3 the bluebeard’s wife

-you’re really stuck with the coven, no matter how you look at it. and that one witch seems to hate your guts. or does she?

this mana print doesn’t appear noticeable to you, no matter how much you look yourself over. you don’t get to question chaewon nor eunchae about the matter as both witches don’t appear until later in the night.

before they do though, you get to meet a couple more exciting individuals. the first one of them quite literally falls on you as she appears just a couple centimetres above the couch you’re occupying. with a loud shriek, she lands on you, knocking you over with her. she rants something about some spell and sneezing and mentions some other names you don’t recognise, before actually acknowledging your presence.

“oh, you’re the potato’s pick! eunchae said he was really excited you know? last time he was so happy to bring someone over was when that neighbour got a mouse and-“

“uh, i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you…?” you interrupt her another rant, which she doesn’t seem to mind. her face brightens and she introduced herself too.

“i’m sakura! although it’s mostly kkura around here. oh god, i feel on you!” she only now realises. “i’m so sorry! i was trying that stupid teleportation spell again. you know how simple it is? even eunchae does it freely! god, it’s embarrassing. if my mother saw this back in the day…”

“oh, i get you. sometimes simple things appear really hard.”

“yeah, exactly! that spell is like, the easiest thing after creating light? simple as quantum entanglement.”

“quantum what now?”

“mana print? yeah, it’s normal in this area.” eunchae is the one to finally talk to you after you met sakura. she at first looks taken aback by your lack on knowledge on that matter, but explains it nonetheless.

“it’s the ley lines. we live in a powerful area, you know? to recharge and all.” although the explanation seems acceptable, you still can’t understand why chaewon said it was dangerous for you to leave.

“uh, i don’t know if you got that part, but most of the people aren’t the biggest fans of supernaturals- especially witches for some reason? and priests make those weird campaigns like in medieval europe, go hunt and burn us cause apparently god says so?”

“okay, but i’m not a witch?”

“but you stepped into a area influenced by our presence. the power from ley lines gets kinda twisted here and it sticks to you. we know how to hide it, otherwise the local priests would dump holy water on us- i hear it works like salt on snails- or something equally terrifying.”

the idea of people chasing you with holy water isn’t that bad, but the medieval witch methods don’t seem as applying to you. you ask eunchae if they can just mask your print, cause it shouldn’t be that much of a problem, right?

“no, you got me all wrong. only you are able to hide your mana print.”

to sum it up, you are fucked. apparently hiding the mana print is a thing witches are born with. the first spell that they don’t have to learn.

but you’re no witch.

“well… if you think about it, you brought this upon yourself by helping potato?”

“you’re not helping, eunchae.”

“i know, sorry.” the younger girl lowers her head and ponders for a bit. “i’ll look for the books i had when i was younger. maybe i’ll get something there.”

and she disappears with the cat, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

somewhere in between thinking about your current situation and scoffing at how stupid it is, you fall asleep. a couple times you get woken up by someone speaking, but you don’t stay awake long enough to find out who it is. only the last time, you can make out what the voices are saying.

“should i apologise to her?”

“for bringing her in or being mean.”

“…oh shut up.”

you’re not surprised when eunchae doesn’t bring you good news about the mana print. no matter how you look at it, you’re stuck with the coven. and with the kinda mean witch, chaewon.

she seems to hate your presence, for a reason you can’t really comprehend. first you though she just doesn’t like humans. heck, there are no other humans at their house!

but now… you just don’t know. you got a cozy place on the couch, where potato loves to sleep. every time you wake up, chaewon is giving food to potato and when her eyes find yours, she frowns.

then again, she’s a witch. maybe you’re not meant to understand her.

“my unnie likes you.” you almost snort out water with your nose at the phrase. as you start coughing, eunchae pats your back reassuringly. “i know, i know. she doesn’t want to admit it herself.”

“then… how do you know that?” it’s not that you want chaewon to like you, you’re just curious (keep telling yourself that).

“unnie talks a lot in her sleep.” the younger girl shrugs, as if it was obvious.

“…what am supposed to do with this information?”

“ask her out? duh, i didn’t take you for the slow type..”

and that’s how you find yourself standing above poor sleeping chaewon a couple hours later. eunchae is standing by your side and keeps smiling encouragingly.

“just do it!”

“it’s embarrassing if you’re here to see it!” eunchae rolls her eyes at your whines, yet backs away obediently soon and disappears from the room with a small wink. you almost get a heart attack when she teleports away (damned witches).

you’re alone with the older girl again. looking at her sleeping face. it kinda makes you a creep, doesn’t it?

you lift up your hand to gently touch her shoulder when she starts murmuring in her sleep.

“no… unnie, i don’t like her… no, she’s potato’s!” you stifle a chuckle at the monologue. then your hand makes contact with her shoulder.

the witch’s eyes fly open and she almost twists your wrist with how fast she grabs it. “oh. y/n?”

her grip on your hand loosens a little. “yeah, it’s me.”

“what are you doing here?”

your eyes meet hers and you hold her gaze. “do you like me?”

“what?”

“do you?”

she looks lost in thought for a second. her gaze falls to the floor and as much as she’s sleepy, she’s also thinking hard.

“…yes.” you weren’t expecting her to actually say it.

“huh?”

“can i kiss you?” she doesn’t wait for your response, her lips landing on your softly.

maybe (just maybe), you can get used to living with the witches.

[blooming-water-roses]

Tobirama for the ask game plss

Yayyy comin' right up!

favorite thing about them

His intelligence & skillset. Also his self-control & discipline. It commands respect. His voice too, whew it's so authoritative. I also think his character design is so cool! The blue wardrobe against his pale skin and hair (I support the headcanon that he's albino, I think it adds so much depth) with his red eyes and face marks. How prettily his eyes are shaped too. His sarcasm and dry humor. And (last thing I promise) when he gets so indignant after Nart mistakes his jutsus for Minato's. (i literally named almost everything whoops)

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least favorite thing about them

His stubbornness & huge ego. The man will never admit he is wrong out loud even when he knows he is.

favorite line

"First you must take a hard look at yourself and come to understand who you are objectively."

This speaks to who he is as a person. Look at yourself unbiased, with all of your shortcomings, your flaws, and your weaknesses as well as your strengths, know your limits and know what you're willing to do to lessen your faults. It's how he came to be who he is, and man if it isn't good advice.

brOTP

HashiTobi obvs. I think their brotherly relationship is cute. Hashirama is the older sibling and yet the one who is more responsible and level-headed is Tobirama. Also the fact that Tobirama lived his life to realize Hashirama's dream of his village--as he knew Hashirama was a visionary but lacked the concrete know-how to actually execute his vision.

OTP

I have two.

TobiIzu in the way that they were true equals and I headcanon the idea that while Tobirama harbored the generational mentality that Uchiha were evil, he was also very fascinated by the Uchiha in general because of their traditions/prowess, and Izuna's strength and abilities in particular were so intricate, it was his favorite thing to study. Izuna got under his skin (which amused Izuna) and Tobirama couldn't help but be interested and in awe of him despite his pesky beliefs about the Uchiha. I believe he felt heavy guilt when he killed him.

TobiKaga in the way that Kagami was the only Uchiha ever to gain Tobirama's utmost trust. I want to know so badly how Kagami was able to obtain it. I believe Kagami was a very sunny-personality-type, who inherently understood where Tobirama was coming from and had unwavering respect for him. The beautiful "you are my exception" trope. I support the headcanon that Kagami got his Mangekyo after Tobirama left to be the decoy.

I do enjoy me some MadaTobi/TobiMada, after all they are very similar and they butt heads to it's always fun to read fics where they're stubborn in admitting they're attracted to each other.

nOTP

TobiMito, I just don't see it. Mito is Hashi's wife &...why would they be attracted to each other?

TobiSaku...I see so many Sakura-self-insert ships that make no sense and this is one of them.

Just bc I don't ship/understand doesn't mean I judge you if you like it tho, by all means ship what u ship

random headcanon

I have SO many

the lines on Tobi's face each represent a fallen loved one, and the last line for Hashi is on his forehead underneath the protector

he created the Reanimation Jutsu to bring Izuna back

He hadn't meant to kill Izuna, he believed he would counter his Flying Raijin slice and was shocked & horrified when it actually worked

That he is albino & autistic (I love these hcs)

unpopular opinion

I don't believe he is prejudice against the Uchiha, I believe his misgivings about them are so ingrained (from growing up as Butsuma's son, having to view them as enemies all his young life) in his mentality that he refuses to give them up because that would mean admitting he's wrong which he never does.

I believe he did his very best to make sure Konoha would be successful and strong (creating the ANBU, delegating roles to clans, etc.) and the fact that some backfired was not his fault. He's only a person and did the best he could with what he had.

song i associate with them

R.I.P 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood

favorite picture of them

Pretty, pretty, and pretty.

Ask me here!

[husbandosandladders]

The thing about Metal Lee

Okay, I don't nor will I ever watch....Boruto....but this guy is not shown to have a mom. Lee isn't shown to have a wife. I personally think, that Lee adopted Metal, didn't marry because he gave his heart to Sakura. I think he's loyal like that and once given, he won't take it back. He said he'd protect her forever, even when she rejected him, I think it could mean with his feelings for her too. Even if unrequited, they would remain. Somewhere it said his love was pure and sincere. Idk, this is my take and as a LeeSaku shipper, I'd like to beLEEve.

(Like Jiraiya, who loved Tsunade, and fooled around, but never anything serious. Cause his heart remained with Tsunade.)

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Unequivocally, irrevocably”

Request by @sakura-chan-25

I actually have an angst idea in mind (at least I think it's angst?), but before that I'II give you another fluff idea: Leonora has a panic attack and reader comforts her. OR if you're not comfortable with that: Leonora has trouble with something (can't think of anything right now) and reader helps/ comforts her. Remember to take breaks, hydrate and eat something (if you haven't yet) 🥰 Bye-Bye~

so i did the panic attack one. i don’t even know who’s comforting who at this point anymore but it’s an absolute fluff fest o(>ω<)o

i’m not immune to dovesso, or dovey or anemone if you haven’t noticed yet. one way or another, i include them in my fics. quite a lot in fact :3

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“They’re bickering like an old married couple. Again.”

The old married couple in question according to Anemone are sun and moon standing side by side.

Dovey and Lesso, though more often than not found engaged in merciless repartees, are the best of friends who in fact know each other like the back of their hands.

“I’ve heard students mumbling around that you and Dovey are every bit the epitome of a black cat and a golden retriever.” You have uttered from your comfort place, lounging on the settee with your head on her lap. Meanwhile, long, languid fingers wander through a forest of your hair.

“What’s that supposed to imply?” Her query is not unkind, merely inquisitive.

“My thought exactly, and with my curiosity piqued, I asked them.”

Switching to your back from your side, you are enthralled once more by the love of your life. The spectacle of her face is nuanced by the wisps of sunlight seeping through her curls that sun drenched, looks fascinatingly golden.

“Apparently, it means that the pair of you are a match made in heaven.”

Immediately, those pretty lips twist into a scowl.

“A match made in hell’s more like it.”

After a moment, when you make not so much a sound, her finger falls atop your nose, poking you gently on the tip. “Come now sweetheart,” Those elegant digits find themselves on your cheek next, caressing you with the tenderness of silk. “…the only golden retriever I’ll willingly, gladly keep by my side is you. Dovey is…” She does a little gesture with her hand, considering for a moment. “…an obnoxious little dove that I have no choice but to tolerate.”

She reads you like a book.

She reads Dovey like a book while Dovey also reads her like a book.

And yet, to you, she remains an enigma.

Lady Lesso, or Leo as you like to call her, has waltzed into your life with all the grandeur of an otherworldly creature. Always impeccably dressed and charismatically spoken, she is a splash of colour in your otherwise dull life which is a bit of an irony for she always wears black and white.

She is an enigma that you are all too eager to unravel. You like to believe that you are doing a reasonably good job at it, and Leo, herself tells you so, reassures you when you voice your discontent as the two of you lie in bed locked in an embrace. It all goes tumbling down once Dovey enters the scene, her best friend. Neither do you dislike her nor seeing Leo together with her. It does however instill in you a trickle of envy.

There is a special bond between the two of them that you feel is absent between you and Leo. It does not help either that everyone around them, including their students, think that the two deans compliment each other. You clearly cannot disagree more. After all, Leo is yours, your wife. It is an oath that only the two of you know which frankly, you are at peace with.

You only come into being in the school after meeting Leo, or more specifically, after becoming her wife. It is a mutual belief that divulging your relationship is not essential. Having said that, there are only so much gossips you can tolerate of your woman dating another woman. It is not that you do not trust your Leo, but you would be lying if you say that some comments do not ruffle your feathers.

An ever though you are, you are still no saint.

You watch your wife standing tall and regal beside her friend with an annoyingly cute scowl on her face. A smile that surreptitiously crawls onto your lips is beyond your control. A smile that quickly vanishes all the same when out of the blue, you are bombarded by an irresistible urge to go to your wife.

And so, you do, walking briskly towards the middle of the hall where she is conversing with some of her colleagues.

“Let me borrow Leo for a moment.” You do not stay to see their faces, grabbing your wife’s hand, and subsequently bringing her out the door with you which she follows silently, obediently.

It happens as soon as you turn a corner. While you feel the tightening of her grip on your hand, you hear the clatter of the cane as it slips out of her hand. Her breathing is hard, ragged when you turn to hold her on her waist. Your hand is yet to be freed, and she maintains a desperate grasp, brings it to her face to keep your palm pressed over her mouth.

Such hand trembles as harsh, heavy breaths are released solely out of her nose. If the way her chest rises and falls in violent heaves is not enough indication, then, the fact that her breaths become painfully, increasingly shallower, as her fingers go to clench her garment directly above her chest, lets you know that the little beast within its cage must be going berserk.

“I’ve got you, my Leo.” Cooing softly, your hand leaves her waist, opting instead for her hand that is clenching her suit white-knuckled tight. “I’ve got you.” After gingerly unfurling the delicate digits, you carry it over to your chest, placing it atop the rhythmic pounding of your heart. “Can you feel it? Do you feel my heart?” Your questions are gentle, whisper-soft. A response is not needed. You see it in her eyes. Her eyes that never leave yours, oh, a beautiful stormy grey dewy with the promise of rain.

Whereas your hand keeps hers flatly, firmly pressed against your sternum, her hand keeps yours pressed over her lips. As it so happens, this is very reminiscent of how she has stumbled into your quaint little coffee shop for the very first time. Since then, you have been made aware that she occassionally suffers from panic attacks.

As couples, you learn more about them, and once you become wives, you have only continued to help her through it whenever one of her attacks strikes. Leo has told you that feeling your heartbeat helps keep her grounded while breathing only through her nose keeps her heart tamer as well as hearing your voice through such predicament assuages the overall unpleasantness of it.

The sad reality is that nobody at school knows about it which is one of the reasons why you have decided to join it in the first place. The most unpredictable part about panic attacks is their unpredictability itself. And yet, your wife, as stubborn as a mule, manages to keep it hidden from her peers. It baffles you how unreasonably proud and stubborn she can be at times. It baffles you more that although her secret has been divulged unexpectedly, forcefully without her consent, she feels safe and comfortable enough in your presence to continue seeking solace from you even long before you become girlfriends.

“I didn’t even know it was coming, but you did.”

She says as the attack subsides, subsequently hiding a delicate kiss in the palm of your hand.

“I- yes. So it seems.”

“And you thought you couldn’t read me like a book?” Her hands have found home on your hips, and you rest yours on her chest, sighing when gentle thumbs begin caressing your hipbones. “My darling, you foresaw something that I couldn’t even feel.”

“It’s strange.” You say, snake your arms around her back. “I felt strange…you know…like a, like a-”

“Intuition.”

The pair of you conclude in unison.

You gaze up at her as she gazes down at you, drowning in each other’s eyes.

After a while, you utter a soft “Yes.”

“I feel it too…” She is musing at you with a smile on her face, milky-warm and honey-sweet. “…when it comes to you, my darling. It is a special bond between you and me. No one can understand me better than you do.”

A finger tucks some strands of hair behind your ear. “Don’t beat yourself up.” A thumb pokes you softly on the tip of your nose. “You know me better than you believe you do.”

“My charming little golden retriever always to the rescue.”

Her forehead descends onto yours, nose touching, lips a hair’s breadth away.

“But Leo, I may have let your name slip by accident.”

“I think it’s high time we let them know that we’re for each other only. It’s not as if I enjoy seeing Anemone always glued to your side.”

There appears a snarl on her pretty lips, and as if drawn, you lean in, kissing it away as she instantly melts into your touch.

After having taken care of the lipstick stains, you return to the hall with your wife, kiss-drenched and hands intertwined. Your hands are not simply dangling between the two of your bodies. Leo has her arm looped around your waist, and where it ends, your hand meets hers, snugly woven digits resting just above your hipbone.

A message to everyone that you are hers and she is yours.

Unequivocally, irrevocably.

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i do be using these two words a lot 😀

[creative-kny-fics]

The premiere is already so close that I can almost feel it 🥹 (it's the same post, I just edited it so you guys have the translation)

Mitsuri: Come on, everyone! Are you ready?!

~Kanroji Residence (Flexibility training by Mitsuri Kanroji)~

Tanjiro: Yes!

*Music: Become the wind, be free and gentle. Pliable as noodle, chewy as sakura mochi*

Tanjiro: I can't keep up!

Zenitsu: Please! Show us how to do it!

Mitsuri: Well, it can't be helped...

Mitsuri: Well, then. I'll try, so watch carefully

Mitsuri: Eh? IGURO-SAN?!

Iguro: *by chance he was passing by* I brought you a gift

Mitsuri: My favorites!

Iguro: Please go eat this and have a cup of tea. I'll take care of your training

Inosuke: Hey! I'm better than you!

Iguro: I too can bend my joints like Kanroji

Iguro: You, there! Kamado, a step forward

Tanjiro: Me?

Iguro: I have a special training for you. Don't worry, I still won't kill you

Tanjiro: Hey? What did I do?

Tanjiro: What's that weird way of bending?!

Iguro: Dodge the sword! While you dance you must avoid my attacks, to train your muscles and improve your flexibility (STAY AWAY FROM KANROJI! Or you'll die)

Tanjiro: (It's crazy) Iguro has a terrible smell, I smell his anger. Why is he so angry with me?

Zenitsu: If you're going to replace Miss Kanroji, you should wear the proper outfit

Genya: That way we would follow him better

Iguro: I agree

(Iguro looks beautiful 😭🙏🏼)

Mitsuri: Iguro-San is strong, elegant and wonderful! I love it! Look at the softness of his body, it doesn't compare to anything

Mitsuri: Let's go down!

Iguro: I... Kanroji... It was too much training

Mitsuri: Iguro-San! Are you okay?!

Iguro: I love you...

Mitsuri: Mr. Obanai?

Mitsuri: What's wrong? Is something wrong?

Iguro: No, nothing, I was just thinking about something... Something that happened a long time ago when we were pillars

Mitsuri: Pillars? Ah, yes! I remember when the training was! Mr. Obanai was also there and then we all ate together

Iguro: It was by no means fun

Mitsuri: Iguro-San, calm down!

Mitsuri: I have to make more pancakes

Iguro: You don't have to

Mitsuri: Eh?

Iguro: Mitsuri's pancakes are special, but Mitsuri is even more so...

Iguro: Because she's mine

Sanemi: IGURO! STOP WASTING TIME, WE'RE ON A MISSION! CONCENTRATE!! Who do you choose?! Your friend or your wife?!

Iguro: Those days are over, I want to be with my wife

They're so cute 😭❤️ (poor Sanemi JAJAJAJAJAJA)

[rayshippouuchiha]

I just need a moment to scream about Ranna 1/2. It's my first intro to Gender Bender stuff and that, Huh, am I Really a girl? Moments. I love the world building that we could see in the .... Product of it's Time shonen plot? Like, the acceptable humor of it's time but now horribly grates against my LGBTQ+ and gender equality sensibilities makes it a bit of a tragedy for me. Because the author had so many amazing ideas but they covered it in leecher humor when there were So Many ways it could have been a masterpiece? I mean, it was the 70s (I think?) so obviously there wouldn't be very many open-minded concepts from then but it still hurts, almost.

The gender and animal changing pools, the matriarchal Amazons, the Phoenix and Mollusc Tribes, Ranma's mom Nodoka (who really needs to kill her husband and stop scaring her kid) who is a complete badass (I'm sure Genma (the asshole who should've died on his "training trip") went on the trip because he was scared of her, the fic fodder that Ranma's training trip can give you, the Angst of Ranma's Nekoken (Genma deserved to die for that alone, death by cats asshole 🤬) and his possible grandma figure, the "Rivalry" between him and Ryouga (I'm pretty sure if Ryouga knew gay was a thing, he'd be one) over Ranma not making it to their fight because Ryouga got Lost (there's tons of fics right there for his Lost Trips, the Hibiki's are Directionally Cursed™).

My absolute fav fics are the Trans/Gender fluid Ranma ones. When they're on that journey, too. Just learning who they are. When I'm feeling shippy, then Ranma/Ryouga because they have a Connection. But Ranma xovers so easily. His girl form could be made into so many different Magical Girls (Sailor Moon, Wedding Peach, Tokyo Mew Mew, Cardcaptor Sakura, Shugo Chara, etc.) And his mom! She has no background beyond being a kickass swordswoman and housewife. She can be anything! She just made 3 bad choices. 1: marrying Genma, 2: letting Genma take Ranma on their training trip, 3: pretending that she'll hold Ranma to the contract he signed with his handprint at 3 to become a Man™.

I can't believe that Nadoka would kill Ranma over having a girl form like Genma thinks (but she would kill Genma). She was way too happy to spend time with Ranko (Ranma's go to name for his girl half) and mothering her. I fully believe she'd just be like, You're a woman, too, now so you need to be the Best Woman™ now, too. And just do Girl Bonding. Y'know, teaching Ranma how to look after themselves (cooking, cleaning, financials, more than the same clothes every day), shopping, and of course Swords. Nadoka deserves to pass on her Skills™.

I hate that all of Ranma's fiancees (that he only has because Genma kept selling his son for shit before leaving) are determined to marry him. They all click with Ranma on some level, but more like friends who just happen to be girls rather than wife material. Like, I feel bad for them, but they keep blaming Ranma for all the fiancees when they should be pissed at Genma for selling his son to so many people. Which is probably why I ship Ranma/Ryouga so freaking badly.

Both Cursed, both Amazing Martial Artists, Childhood Friends (for a while in middle school, Ranma's job was to escort Ryouga to class so he wouldn't get Lost and miss school), an actual Friendship to build on. I'm pretty sure Ryouga defaulted to Eternal Enemies over their missed fight because why else would he be so upset and feel so strongly over a missed fight with his best friend?

Anyways, sometimes I just get Feels about Ranma and I had to say it.

Ranma is a classic for a reason