#Sakura instantly just like fuck that you’re not alone

[completeoveranalysis]

[4]

OR WE COULD NOT ADDRESS WHAT SHE SAID AT ALL I GUESS

THANK YOU CLAMP I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN MY PLACE. 

But oh oh oh the emotional crescendo of this moment. This is his entire emotional arc since Acid Tokyo all coming out at once - Syaoran struggling with all the actions he (or his body) has committed and what that means for him. 

And I really want to just swim in this idea forever because since Acid Tokyo - Acid Tokyo - we’ve been told that yeah he’s dead his soul is gone don’t worry about it. It was only in Nihon that they finally let us see that this was wrong, that there was some of him in there still, but even then we only got the chance to see it once more before he died again.

BUT NOW we get it. After all this time and all that endless suffering we finally get a quiet moment for him to just exist as himself, without the Evil Wolverine programming, and just come to terms with everything he’s gone through. It’s a magical moment I didn’t think we’d ever get so I’m treasuring it greatly. 

GUYS I FUCKING LOVE SAKURA OK

[tgms]

hitting it raw!

— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)

sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex

“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.

you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.

his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.

“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.

“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”

sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”

“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.

he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.

deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.

“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”

you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.

“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.

suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.

“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.

“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.

“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.

“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.

“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

⸻ edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)

you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.

for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.

the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.

“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”

you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.

“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”

suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.

“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”

“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”

you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.

“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”

“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.

“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.

you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.

he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.

“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”

you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.

“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”

“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”

he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.

“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)

“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”

taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.

“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.

“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.

he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.

togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.

“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”

you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.

“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.

togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”

“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”

he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”

you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”

togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.

you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”

“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.

his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.

“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”

he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.

“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again

“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills

“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.

“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”

an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.

“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake,” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.

he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”

your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”

you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.

he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.

“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.

he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.

“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.

“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”

it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.

“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”

you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.

“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”

kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.

“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.

“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.

“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”

“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.

“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.

“i told you to keep quiet.”

“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”

his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.

“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.

“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.

“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.

his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.

the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.

“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”

his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.

shit, was he hard again?

“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

⸻ size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)

umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.

“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.

“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.

“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”

“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.

“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.

ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.

“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.

“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”

“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”

he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”

ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.

“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”

you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.

“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.

“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”

he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.

“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.

umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.

“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”

he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.

“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”

note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!

[gibberishfangirl]

WIND BREAKER | would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl on the world for $1000?

Synopsis ✰ you ask your boyfriend a question

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! slight cursing, airhead moments during Ume’s section, just content of you testing and teasing your boyfriend

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

you’re completely caught off guard when you saw that Sakura was actually thinking about it. he just sat across from you in deep thought. you were 100% sure he would’ve laughed off the question and not give it a second thought. you immediately frowned and glared at the boy. meanwhile, Sakura was trying to find an answer to avoid admitting he wanted to kiss you. Sakura looked up to meet your dark eyes and let out a sweaty smile.

“uh- why would you ask something like that??” he blurted out.

“well what’s your answer? you sure took a while thinking about it.” you glared as he winced.

“well- you know, no! i’m not answering it! you’re just trying to trick me.” he said crossing his arms and facing the opposite direction from you.

“well the answer’s not that hard!” you argued.

“it’s not! it’s obvious, i would kiss you because you’re the prettiest girl anyway.” he admitted with a blush.

“oh? why didn’t you just say that the first time?” you were completely caught off guard by his honesty.

“because it’s not an appropriate question to ask in public.” Sakura argued not being able to fight off the blush or small stutters in his speech.

“why? because you said you want to kiss me?” you teased.

“shut up! i never said that exactly.”

“you could if you want to.”

“stop it!” he facepalmed slowly wanting to die in that moment.

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

“so… what’s your answer?” you questioned with an eyebrow raised and your arms crossed. you couldn’t help but tap your foot in anticipation. it’s been precisely 30 seconds since you’ve asked your question but it’s felt like a life time since. “wait you haven’t even given me a chance to reply.” he laughs as you rolled your eyes and threw you arms up “can you just answer the question pleaseee.” you whined.

“i would choose the prettiest girl in the world.” he smiles. his response instantly makes you freeze. what the hell? why the hell would he say that??? he’s supposed to choose you.

“huh?? what kind of fucked up response is that Ume? I thought you liked me, wrong answer!” you scolded with a pout. “i swear you get off at upsetting others, you freak!” you emphasized going full on lecture mode.

“ah? what do you mean? i gave a great response.” he argued completely shocked you were upset. he thought you would’ve admired his response.

“you just said you would kiss a girl who isn’t me, how is that a good response?” you were confused as to why he was confused.

“yeah and who’s the prettiest girl in the world?” he asked as if the answer was obvious.

“well i don’t know probably whatever celebrity is your type?”

“no it’s you.” he slightly smiles once he realizes the misunderstanding you two were having.

“oh.” you were madly blushing from pure embarrassment.

“yes, oh.” he responds before leaning down to place a small kiss on your lips.

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

you had seen all over social media of girls asking their boyfriends if they would rather kiss them for $10 or the prettiest girl on earth for $1000. it seemed pretty harmless so you wanted to ask your own loving boyfriend. although it hadn’t crossed your mind how much it would hurt your feelings if he didn’t choose you. now you were anticipating his answer, although that didn’t stop you from asking.

“Suo. I have a question to ask you.” you managed to get out before backing down. your voice alone immediately had him turning around, “yes?” he responded guiding his full attention from his friends to you before he moved to sit next to you.

“If you had to choose… would you rather kiss me for $10 or kiss the prettiest girl on earth for a thousand?” you finally stammered out after a small pause.

“well technically I’ll have $1010 since I’ll already be kissing the most beautiful girl on earth when I kiss you.” he smoothly and quickly answered with the most heart warming smile. you couldn’t help your lips from parting with a surprised smile of your own.

“how sweet.” you murmured softly with a blush.

“yes, so was this just another way of you asking me to kiss you without directly saying it?” he asked while leaning closer to you.

“i- no! i was genuinely curious.” you huffed out crossing your arms.

“oh okay, if you say so.” he lightly laughed out moving back to his original spot.

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

of course he knows the question. unlike some of the other boys he’s very well informed about the latest trends. he knows all about the popular questions and what the “correct” answers are. not that it makes his responses any less true or takes away any meaning.

“i’m already kissing the prettiest girl in the world whenever i kiss you. besides it’s not like anyone would need to pay me to kiss you.” he admitted a bit shyly towards the end. his words almost had you swooning over him. you were cheesing so hard for the rest of the day all your friends kept asking what made you so happy.

Nirei felt a bit guilty about knowing the truth behind the question in a way but it quickly went away since he meant what he said to you. not to mention seeing the smile on your face made his entire week, if not month. Nirei would never tell you a lie or tell you something he didn’t mean… in most cases. depending on how absurd the questions you ask him get.

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

he doesn’t even tolerate it, he doesn’t have time for your nonsense. sometimes he’ll tease you or bite into it for some amusement. today was not one of those times. he immediately shut down your question with a stern “no.” you quickly frowned and scoffed at him.

“what? you can’t just say no. answer it! i won’t get mad.” you lied. Togame gave you an unamused expression with an eyebrow quirked up. ‘you’re lying’ is what his eyes were telling you. what made it worse is you knew you were lying. if Togame dared to imply to that he would kiss another girl you’d probably go to jail for attempted murder.

a small smirk escaped from the corner of his mouth before opening it to say, “well, i guess i got to make money somehow no? $10 wouldn’t be enough for me to last a day.” your jaw immediately dropped at his response with a small gasp.

“so? whatever happened to love conquers all?” you argued, not that those words have ever escaped Togame’s mouth.

“i’ve never said that before, besides love definitely doesn’t overpower bills.” he shrugged.

“how mean! say you’re sorry and that you love me.” you ordered slamming your hands on the table the two of you were sitting.

“i’m sorry, i love you.” he responded with a matching condescending smile and tone. an amused expression finally reached his face as you let out another surprised gasp, crossing your arms and facing the opposite direction of his.

you took a small break from asking Togame silly questions after that day. keyword: small, you were back to your antics and regular self after sulking for three days.

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

poor Choji has no idea what to say or how to properly answer. he thinks you’re genuinely asking and want him to be literal with his answer. he’s convinced there isn’t a wrong answer, because you told him so. yes, you tricked him and he obviously fell for it. he thinks strongly about how much $10 can get him and how much $1000 can help him. he wants to answer with a reasonable explanation but can’t help feeling off by his choice. he’s been side-eyeing you for about five minutes now. you’ve been patiently sitting across from him with your head resting between both your hands. you can’t help but kick your feet while waiting, you really wanted to know his answer. you wanted him to answer legitimately but you’ll still be upset if he chooses wrong. Choji was biting his bottom lip, eyes narrowed, unsure if he should answer.

he finally opened his mouth, “are we dating in this scenario?” you could slightly feel your smile drop at his question before picking it back up.

“would that make a difference?” you asked slightly taken back from his question.

“…yes?” his tone of voice came out more as a question than an actual statement. you could tell he was unsure of what to say. you couldn’t stop your smile from completely dropping this time nor did you bother to fix up a new one.

“oh. okay, then we aren’t dating in this scenario.” you stated leaning back into your chair with your arms crossed. after a moment of silence you opened your mouth again to say, “go on…”

Choji didn’t respond, instead he studied your face. his eyes carefully examined each feature and your entire expression before moving onto your body posture. he could tell your energy completely shifted from the excited playful one you had earlier. finally he answered

“…no, i sense i’ve made a mistake of some kind.”

Choji definitely made a mistake. no, he did not answer the question. he asked Togame for advice on what to do next time. Togame facepalmed once hearing what Choji told you in response.

“was it that bad?”

“it’s the worst response i’ve heard.”

[hana-akari]

There was one person in the whole world that would actually believe he’s back. And unfortunately for both of them, she happened to be in the area. 

Sakura had just finished a trade off of organs for a village in need. A free time activity she had recently picked up. Seeing how rich Konoha was compared to other small villages, it felt unfair that they went without medical resources while Konoha had an abundance of it. Despite how disillusioned she had become with the world, she was still a doctor.

Her once peaceful walk back towards the village was interrupted by the sound of suffering. The sounds of a man gasping in pain. Having nothing better to do she followed the sound and was met with a man writhing in pain. Sakura’s eyes squinted a bit. She picked up right away that this man was under the effects of poison. But not any poison. One she had not seen in many years. Just to confirm her suspicions, she walked over, roughly grabbed the front of the man’s shirt and pulled him up. With her free hand, she used chakra to pull the poison right out of his body. Once the poison was safely floating in her hand, she dropped the man, who quickly thanked her. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Tell me where you came in contact with this specific poison?”

She was more interested in the poison than she was about the man’s well-being. Her eyes were fixated on the purple liquid that was still floating in her hand. There was only one name that echoed in her mind. One that the only confirmed in a trembling voice,

‘Sasori.’

No fucking way…

That can’t be true. She killed him. She remembers the fight like it was just yesterday but it had been years ago. Back when she was a bright eyed medic that believed everyone was worth saving. He was her first kill. Her first taste of it led her to be more and more jaded by the loss of life. This all felt like a cruel joke being played on her. She was almost tempted to kick the guy for even saying that name in front of her.

“Where.” Sakura asked firmly, pulling out a bottle from her pouch, she dropped the poison into it. Then she returned it back to the pouch on her hip. Without hesitation the man pointed in the direction he came,

“Go home. You are of no use if what you say is true. And you better hope it is because if this is a joke… I’m going to be your worst nightmare.”

Sakura shot him a glare over her shoulder as she headed towards the direction he pointed. He had been so kind to leave her a blood trail to follow. It wasn’t long before she was hit with the unmistakable stench of blood in the air. Just as she stepped out of the tree line, there was a figure that stood there with their back towards her. But she didn’t need to see his face to just know. The sight of his red hair alone was enough to send her flashing back to her teen years. Reliving the moment where her fist came in contact with his face. There was a sudden throb from the scar on her stomach. Her hand instantly went to it and pressed down on it. No matter how many times she has tried to heal the area, it still caused her pain. A jolting sudden pain like his blade was repeatedly going through it. It was as if it constantly mocked her for so pointlessly saving that old woman- Only for her to die in the end anyway. No matter how many scars she has gained over the years; none have been as bad as the one Sasori left. It was still dark against her skin like it was just made yesterday.

Sakura let out a tired sigh, announcing her presence behind him, “Now I’m convinced the gods have it out for me… Out of everyone- How is it that you’re the one that lived?” It was like she was being mocked.

" any means necessary " | @hana-akari

" Don't make them like they used to, do they? "

Sasori huffed in frustration with his hands cemented on his hips as he looked out at all the dead shinobi littered on the ground, their bodies in various stages of mutilation. The lucky ones died quickly while the unlucky ones...well, the unlucky ones were still alive but dying, be it from poison or bleeding out.

There must've been fifty of them and yet not one of them was of a caliber to be used a puppet--not even a trifling one at that. This "era of peace" bullshit was making him mourn for the days of the Third War. At least he would get a penny on their corpses but he didn't canvass a Konohagakure camp for five fucking days just to get a few bucks! He'd never finish his army of five-hundred like this.

He sighed and massaged his prosthetic jaw, smudging the pale wood with the dark blood on his hand. As he looked over the carnage did his eye catch a quaint blood stain unlike the others, smeared through the dirt indicative of a body being dragged. Looks like one of the poor bastards got away but Sasori wasn't worried.

He'd long be dead before he got back to Konoha, either from bleeding death from his injuries or internally from the poison. Even if he did make it back, no one believe him and then he would die.

Afterall, who would believe that Akasuna-no-Sasori was still alive?

[phantomchick]

Naruto Fic Rec Masterpost!

Adoption by Defenestration; or, A Family Can Be A Fox Demon, Its Jinchuuriki, and Three Dozen Highly-Trained Assassins  by elumish Oneshot, Gen, Fluff, child neglect, Naruto gets unofficially adopted by his anbu guards and it’s incredibly cute Summary: He will not be the ANBU who let the jinchuuriki plummet to his death out a fourth story window. Let that be another ANBU’s legacy.

Being Over-Prepared is Impossible (and other mottos)  by Pleasedial123 Longfic, Gen, Team Seven, team as family, Bamf Kakashi, Bamf team 7, au, kakashi pov, Complete but part of a three part series and the third part is still ongoing, still highly recommend, what team 7 should have been, Skilled Teacher! Kakashi Summary: In one world, Kakashi awoke, felt grieved at being assigned a team he sees his own in, and he let that grief make him a lazy teacher.  He saw himself in Sasuke, Obito in Naruto, and Rin in Sakura. He woke, saw himself in them, and took a large step back, regretting accepting them as his new team.  In that world he was quite hands off - merely a watcher because it was so very painful to watch. He saw himself and all his mistakes in this new team of his. 

In this world, Kakashi awoke, saw the similarities, and instantly panicked. 

He suddenly realised what he had done, passing a team.  Kakashi was left scrambling not to repeat old mistakes and regrets. This team would not suffer the fate of his team.

In this world, simply put, Kakashi became a teacher.  This is the beginning of a new team seven.

Something in the water by maldoror_gw  Oneshot, Gen, Teen and Up for language, hilarious, Tsunade pov, fluff, mild crack, pre-shippuden post naruto,

Summary: "Sakura...what is that man reading?" Tsunade asked in a dangerous voice. Sakura's gaze twitched away from her ex-teacher to her new - and temperamental - mentor. "Erm...a book...written by a...well-respected member of the community...about...romance?" Tsunade noted with passing approval that Sakura was demonstrating both loyalty and quite a lot of imagination in defending her one-time team leader (who was now trying to edge around a pillar to get away from Tsunade's venomous glare).

backslide by blackkat Time travel, time travel fix it, mature, fluff, team seven, m/m, slow build romance, Naruto adopts himself, Uzumaki heritage, bamf Naruto, complete longfic, Summary: Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Tobirama Kicks Some Sense Into Konoha by allseer15 Hurt/comfort, whump, emotional whump, time travel, fix it, time travel fix it, The ‘what if Tobirama came to the future saw an orphaned Naruto and adopted the shit out of him’ Fic, Iconique, child neglect, child abandonment, fluff, so much fluff, completed longfic, look I have a weakness for the time travel fix it trope at the best of times but this fic is good even looking at it without focusing on that! Prolonged Tobirama content, Senju lore, senju feels, Summary: The Hidden Leaf Village in Naruto's time seems to have forgotten just why the village was founded and have lost their way.  Through a mishap with a hiraishin seal, Tobirama finds himself during Naruto's time and he is having none of this nonsense. His brother may be gone, but he won't stand to have Hashirama's dream trampled so. And if he has to cause a civil war or burn the village down to the ground? Well that depends on how much resistance he meets. All Tobirama does know for certain is that no child will suffer underneath the protection of Konoha and if he has to take them in and care for them himself, then he will.

Hardest of hearts by blackkat Oneshot, Gen, look I really like blackkat’s naruto fic okay, part one of a completed three part series, all three parts are great, Fix its are the best, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix It, Orochimaru redemption story, the sheer shadenfreude of one baddie fucking over another baddie, in this case Danzo, Obito has a ‘bad guy but not that bad of a guy’ solidarity moment with Orochimaru at the start and I loved it so there’s that, featuring a low key constantly horrified at this turn of events Minato,

Summary: Orochimaru gets one more chance. Just maybe, it will be enough to save him—and the entire world as well. 

A Snake In the Grass, a Wolf At the Door by blackkat Mature, Completed ten chapter fic, Orochimaru redemption story, Orochimaru/Kakashi’s dad, you read that right, quality Sakumo content, Families of Choice, Humour, Fluff and Angst, somewhat crackish, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, baby Kakashi being a cutie Summary: Orochimaru is on the edge of breaking when someone unexpected pulls him back to solid ground. When the time comes, he returns the favour.

Nukenin by WhisperingDarkness Gen, dimension travel, team seven, team as family, Kakashi actually being a good sensei even when he’s not a sensei at all, possessive kakashi, Team Seven is his team, Kinda Fluffy, Protective Kakashi, the ‘this might as well happen’ adaptability is real, Kakashi adopts team seven and team seven adopts kakashi, even though he’s illegal, 4 chapter fic, marked as complete as author doesn’t plan to continue it, but even taking these chapters as stand alone this fic is great,

Summary:  In the sealed scroll he finds a Bingo Book – his own page marking him as an S-class nukenin with flee-on-sight orders.  “Ok. That is definitely different.”  In his head he blames Naruto – even if his number one unpredictable student had been nowhere near him on this mission. When things go this stupidly impossibly wrong it must somehow be the future Hokage’s fault.

Ear to the Wall by Vodkassassin Ongoing, it’s really really good though! great Kakashi content, Minato is very stressed and I love him, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, whump, PTSD’d Kakashi gets to relive his childhood but gets a little bit of a real childhood along the way, ADHD Rin, time travel fix it, look I like what I like and what I like is fix its and time travel apparently, Kakashi adopts Orochimaru before he descends into douchbaggery, Orochimaru Redemption story, everyone is alive,   Summary: The Minato-sensei beams at him, and replies, “Kakashi! I’m glad you’re awake,” and, yup, that’s Minato-sensei’s voice. Kakashi falls back down against the bed, closing his eyes. It’s too short of a way down, and he clenches hands that are too tiny and feeble and not his in dog-print sheets he hasn’t owned for decades.

How To Save The World With No One Even Realising by IncompleteSentanc (Erava) Gen, Teen and Up, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, time travel fix it, Canonically Accurate OP Team 7, SuperBadass!Sakura, SuperBadass!Sasuke, SuperBadass!Naruto, RegularBadass!Shikamaru, Canonically Violent Sasuke, Equally Violent Sakura, Saving The World One Murder At A Time, Various Jinchuuriki, Team 7 As Super Villains, Doing Super Villainy Stuff, Like Murder, And Professional Eyeball Removal, Poor Obito, Poor Minato, AKA The Worst Four Months of Minato's Life, And Everyone Else's Too, Dark Humor, Bittersweet Ending, Dark Comedy, Crack treated seriously, completed 3 chapter fic, Well worth the read, Team 7 To The End! Summary: Minato knows at the beginning of the week that it's going to be a hellish one. Mostly because it starts with the kidnapping of one of his two remaining students, only a year after they'd lost the first one. He just doesn't realise at the time that it's not going to be a hellish week - it's going to be hell for quite a bit longer than that. It all starts with Rin's kidnapping, and her subsequent rescue at the hands of a mysteriously appearing, monstrously strong, murderously violent woman. A woman with cotton candy pink hair. It only devolves from there.

Just Killing Time by Elizabeth Culmer (edenfalling) Gen, Oneshot, Short and Sweet, Classic of The Fandom, Ficlet, Team 7, Kids being Kids, Fluff, Fluff and Humour, Slice of Life, Cute Kids

Summary: After Wave Country and before the chuunin exam, Team 7 kills time while waiting for Kakashi to show up. 

there lies a trail of fire behind us by BowAndDagger Gen, Madara is extremely confused but mostly on board, Time Travel au, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bamf Naruto Uzumaki, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Except Zetsu, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Fix-It, Founders Era, clan wars era, Pre-Slash, POV Uchiha Madara, the Completed part one of an Ongoing/Incomplete series, completed 4 chapter fic, Summary: As he returns from a mission, Madara makes a strange encounter with an even stranger shinobi. Then, he’s summarily kidnapped to go on a quest to save the world by said weird shinobi. (He absolutely did not choose to follow the stranger on his own free will. He was kidnapped. He did not give chase. He did not.)

A Political Perspective by VJ Riddle  / MueraRashaye Ongoing, Possibly (Probably) Discontinued, Teen and Up, Gen, Team 7, training montage deluxe, Konoha is a murder village, Good Teacher! Kakashi, AU, slowly developing into Bamf team 7, Bamf Kakashi, slowly developing into Team as Family, lots of fun ideas, not crack, Minor Spoiler: Zabuza and Haku get x’d before their character development gets its chance to shine in this fic, Sometimes people don’t warn for that in the tags and it can be a dealbreaker in fic for me as I love those two, not a dealbreaker in the case of this fic though! Really good fic so far, kind of verging on dry in places but it always stays fun in the end with lots of interesting elements, I enjoy the character insight from the pov switching, and also how much of a headcase Kakashi is, graphic depictions of violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,

Summary: Hatake Kakashi was a shinobi, and as a shinobi, the only people who could give him orders were his military superiors. The idea that a Council made up of civilians and peers was under the impression they could give him orders...displeased him. Or: He was ordered to pass Team 7. He was fine with that, until they actually passed.

Integrity by Liz_Starling Oneshot, Gen, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Integrity, Child Neglect, BAMF Uzumaki Naruto, Reflections on Naruto’s inner workings as a person, promises,

Summary: Naruto keeps his word. Some people are loyal to their families. Some, their orders. Naruto is loyal to the only thing he’s been able to count on; the promises he makes.

Foundation (Build It Higher, Bury It Deeper) by RayShippouUchiha Ongoing, BUT EXCELLENT, it made me cry, Naruto feels, 6 chapter fic thus far, Bamf Naruto, Bamf Tsunade, Naruto deserved better, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Gen, Mature, Team 7, Uzumaki Feels, Abandonment, Tsunade gives Naruto the personal talk he deserved instead of finding out from a chakra imprint when he was dying, so we stan, I love this fic

Summary: It’s just… he’d thought, given his fight against Neji and then his confrontation with Gaara, that someone would finally really acknowledge what he’d done.  That beyond Iruka-sensei’s crushing hug and Kakashi-sensei’s absent pat, someone would actually notice that he’d won against both of them.

That he’d beaten a genius on his own and then had battled another jinchūriki to a stand still.

So while he hadn’t really expected to be promoted too he’d still ...

¦ part 1 ¦ part 2 ¦ part 3 ¦

[animeyanderelover]

What sort of relationship the Senju family, Sakura, Mito, C, Sasuke, Shikamaru and Karin would have with a clingy and insecure darling? Their clinginess stems from abandonment issues that arose due to their fiance leaving them to elope with another.

To be honest? We have a number of people in here who would like to some degree the clingyness since they’re terrible cases of clingy as well.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, delusional thoughts, manipulating, isolating, bribing, clinginess, blackmailing

Clingy and insecure s/o who has abandonment issues

Hashirama Senju

🌳Hashirama himself is a very, very clingy one and would definitely love a darling who is very clingy themself. But in this case he’ll feel sad and heartbroken about it since it’s for the wrong reasons.

🌳He’s more than upset that they’re so insecure about themself. The fact that they’re so insecure would make him even more clingy and overprotective. Expect to be even more smothered in love and affection than you would already be in a normal case. Hashirama being a worshipper would absolutely disagree whenever his darling feels insecure about themself. And he would do everything to make them feel better and show them how perfect they really are. He would instantly panic the moment someone insults you, knowing very well that this will lead to you being all depressed again. And he’ll express his disappointment very clearly and will demand an apology from the person. And after such an event he’ll make sure to suffocate you in love, adoration and compliments.

🌳Hashirama is a more harmless Yandere, but that doesn’t mean that he can just forget about the person who made you feel so insecure about yourself in the first place because despite the fact that Hashirama can’t really complain about your clingyness, he has definitely something against it because you’re only that way because you’re so insecure about yourself. He’ll find that person and whilst not being the type who would use force instantly, he would be very disappointed and expect your fiancé to apologize properly to you.

Tobirama Senju

🌊Tobirama is someone who needs his own space from time to time so I can see him having slight troubles with a insecure and clingy darling since he needs some time alone too.

🌊But this will also cause him to be softer and more overprotective towards his darling when finding out they’re so insecure about themself. He would control his actions and words better and whenever he does get a bit too harsh and realizes that his darling starts doubting themself again he would quickly apologize. Whilst not being someone who’s very vocal about his love for you in this case he would jump over his awkwardness and try to give you compliments, even though his main way to show you that he won’t leave you because he loves you will be through physical affection. Due to this his reaction to someone saying something negative to his darling will be worse than it would normally be and he would make sure that this person will get a punishment whilst trying to make you feel better again.

🌊He’s disgusted at your fiancé. There’s no future for him and whoever he eloped with anymore. He’ll make sure that their reputations will be so fucked up that even moving away won’t save them anymore.

Tsunade Senju

🐌Tsunade is another very affectionate and clingy one. She doesn’t have anything against a s/o who accepts all that and is clingy themself, but she also would be greatly upset and sad to know the reason why they’re like this in the first place. Tsunade would be so heartbroken every time she witnesses her darling’s hesitation or unsureness. Especially since she knows how it is to feel insecure about yourself. She used to feel that way too after losing Nawaki and Dan.

🐌The whole village will see that she’s very much in love with her darling by the amount of PDA she does with her darling, everything to prove to her darling that she isn’t like that scum from former fiancé you had. Very overprotective over her darling’s mental health and ready to listen and comfort her darling every time when they reach their lowest point. I feel sorry for everyone who says something against you because Tsunade will be mad and instantly start throwing a fit. Someone needs to hold her back before she gets more violent. After such events she’ll spend the whole rest of the day to do about everything to make you feel better again.

🐌You probably expected it, but whoever your fiancé is, he’s fucked up. If he’s lucky he’ll only end with countless broken bones and a few damaged organs. Because Tsuna is pissed off.

Mito Uzumaki

🦊Mito is by all means someone who respects private space and also someone who just needs some peace for herself too. But I believe that she’ll handle the given situation great.

🦊Mito will be so gentle and patient with her darling, enduring all their clingy tendencies and always ready to talk with her darling when noticing how low they tend to think about themself. She doesn’t like how they see themself and will have often discussions with them about this, reasoning with them in a calm and gentle voice. She isn’t a clingy or very affectionate one so I can see her expressing her love more through quality time or words. That doesn’t mean that she won’t show no physical affection, she’s just more subtle with it. She’s someone who expects from the villagers respect, so once someone disrespects you she’ll instantly turn serious and scold that person for their not acceptable behavior, demanding a sincere and proper apology. And after that she would take all the time that is needed to get you right back on your feet.

🦊Whilst not being a very hateful one she would be similar to Hashirama very disappointed and upset in your fiancé and the person who eloped with him. Due to her connections to the Senju brothers she would make sure to find those two and have a talk with them in which she will openly express her disappointment and also scold both of them for their behavior. Both of them will most likely feel terrible after she’s finished with them and they’re not finished here because now they need to give you a very good apology.

C

🎇Do me the favor and don’t give this guy the feeling of absolute control and satisfaction. He would have such a easy time with someone as clingy and insecure as his darling. Not only rely they on him heavily and are already very dependent on him. Due to the fact that their fiancé left them it is so much more easier for him to convince them to stay away from everyone else. Their fiancé left them already and how can they know that other people won’t just drop them like he did? He’s such a bastard!

🎇C would be very charming to his darling, making sure to lull them in with his sugar coated words whilst letting his manipulations slip in. You’re asking yourself why your fiancé left you? Why are you still thinking about that piece of trash? You have him now. That asshole just can’t see you the way he can. No one can. He’ll feed you with sweet lies until you believe he’s the only one who can truly understand and love you. But that doesn’t mean that he will accept it if someone makes fun of you. They better apologize because C hates it if someone disrespects his s/o. But with his asshole tendencies he’ll also use the chance to manipulate his darling further whilst soothing them. See? Didn’t he tell you that no one can truly see you for who you are except him?

🎇What he thinks of your fiancé? Lowly. Trash that has no place in this world and doesn’t deserve to be permanently on your mind. And the person he eloped with? For him only a nuisance, a nasty bitch/bastard. C has every opportunity to punish them in a legal way. But who says that he can’t mess a bit with their reputation and lifes? By the time he’s finished there’s no chance for both of them to ever lead a normal life again.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙Oh...Well, we all now that Sasuke would be not the best at dealing with this given his mood swings. He’s someone who needs his space and having a clingy darling would be often annoying for him. But it can also satisfy him in a way of knowing that he doesn’t have to worry of his darling wanting to leave him and being very needy and affectionate.

💙Sasuke has his soft moments, but if he’s in a bad mood then he can get very mean. I can see him as someone who would push his darling away if they want affection when he just isn’t in the mood for it, not to mention that he’ll definitely tease them for this, seeing them as weaker for this. That’s just how he is. He is aware that his actions hurt your feelings, but he has just too huge troubles of enduring your clingyness. If in a softer mood he’ll of course be nicer to you. He’s a man of action and will show his love more through gestures. He can spit pretty cruel words out, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll tolerate it if someone else does this. He still cares for you. It’ll be a very scary experience for the other person. They are either dead after he’s finished with them or will suffer under a serious trauma after that. I would how he acts after that depends on his mood. It’s either telling them to get themself together before letting his darling suffer alone or a really clueless and awkward try to somehow comfort them. Sasuke is honestly better in listening than saying some sweet words.

💙This will be a time where Sasuke won’t just kill for selfish reasons, but because he has honest feelings for you. They may be a bit twisted and most of the time he’s too proud and arrogant to let them show, but he has them. Your fiancé and the other person won’t meet a pleasant ending.

Shikamaru Nara

🦌I can imagine that Shikamaru would be a bit awkward with this since he’s also someone who appreciates time for himself. He isn’t like Sasuke who will push his darling away or tell them rudely to get lost for a moment. But there are moments where he’ll get slightly exhausted by this. But he would never tell you that since he knows that it isn’t your fault.

🦌Shikamaru isn’t used to being all romantic and complimenting, not to mention that this is his first relationship so he would be a bit clueless about what to do. I can see him as someone who would ask Ino for help and we all know that Ino is all fired up to help him. Shikamaru is a bit lazy with you, even in a relationship, but in this case he would become more passionate and try a lot of things with you to cheer you up and get your mind off. He would also definitely try to reason with you that he wouldn’t have started a relationship with you if he wouldn’t have liked you for who you are. No one’s perfect and perfect is boring anyways. He likes you the way you are. Your way of thinking lowly will also lead a already overprotective guy to become even more overprotective. Especially if it comes to other people talking lowly about you and Shikamaru always tries his hardest to not let you hear this if it should happen. If it does he’ll most likely be able to bring the person to apologize by talking to them and reasoning with them.

🦌Whilst Shikamaru’s first priority is to help you getting over your pain he might also want to have a talk with your fiancé to just sort things out. He isn’t someone who would absolutely despise that guy and the person he eloped with, but during the talk with them he’ll definitely let some more hostile comments slip in, leading to both of them feeling bad.

Karin Uzumaki

♦️First things first. Her darling being insecure will cause Karin to be to a terrifying level clingy. Seriously, I’m impressed that the both of you haven’t become one person yet. Whatever need of affection or adoration the darling has, with Karin there should be no problem. She’s this kind of Yandere where even the most insecure or touchstarved darling might get tired at some point. And that has to say something.

♦️As I said, whether it’s physical affection, quality time or being vocal about her feelings for the s/o, Karin does it all on a hourly, no, minutely basis. She won’t even give her darling time to feel insecure with how actively and passionately she expresses her love to them. And the other persons in your surroundings better treat you well because she has a short string of patience, being even more shortened due to your insecurities. And as soon as someone says anything against you? They should be prepared for a loud yelling session from Karin and it will take a while until she’s finished because her vocabulary of insults and curse words is long. But not nearly as long as her vocabulary for praising and compliments so be prepared that she’ll take her time with you after such events. She’ll cuddle up with you and go on about what she loves about you, why you’re the greatest and, and, and.

♦️Karin focuses more on you because you’re the most important, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t have a “talk” with your fiancé if she should ever get the chance to. She’s a sensory type and once she catches a glimpse of his chakra she’ll be able to find that asshole wherever he goes. I guess after she’s finished with your former fiancé and the other person there’s a very good chance that their sense of hearing has suffered some damage.

Sakura Haruno

🌸Sakura might be able to relate to some degree very well since she used to feel very insecure about herself as well when she was younger. She counts to the clingy Yanderes and would be of course happy to have a darling who’s just as clingy as her. But not when it’s for such heartbreaking reasons. Every time you become insecure she sees a bit of her younger self in you, causing her to feel sad. You shouldn’t feel like she used to.

🌸Sakura would try her damn hardest to help you with your self-esteem and with making you happy. Would show you through words, actions, quality time and small and cute gifts that she loves you whilst helping you to get over your shadow. And she would make damn sure that no one ever shows her darling some disrespect or else they’re going to have to deal with a very pissed off Sakura. And no one wants to get on this girl’s bad side. Sakura is already nothing, but a sweetheart for you. But after something like this happened and has increased your insecurities even more she’ll pull every stunt she has to make you feel better again, probably taking you out on a small date to help you forgetting everything for a while.

🌸In this case she’s similar to Tsunade. Whilst it’s not her primary goal to search for your ex fiancé that guy shouldn’t dare to show himself ever again anywhere near you. Or else Sakura will express her anger against them with a small outburst. She’s on the temperamental side after all, not to mention that she’s Tsunade’s student.

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Chapter twenty four: Leave Shirabu alone 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, Oikawa slut shaming, mentions of bullying and violence, mentions of gossip, breaking glass, throwing stuff, property damage. 

Word count: 1.3K 

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Tuesday - Y/n POV 

It was only 11am, I was seated in my desk in Mr. Yagami’s English when Oikawa sat down in the desk behind me. He dropped a note over my head to my desk. I opened it and it said: 

Meet me after school in the courtyard at my table - T

I sighed and slipped it into my pocket. Tendou didn’t come to class today, I even went as far as looking around for him in the halls…

I walked with my head down and hands in my pockets as the final bell rang. I felt as if the world was moving so much faster then I was at this moment. I headed outside to my destination. 

I walked around the back way of the school taking a few extra minutes to get to where I needed to be. 

“Hey, can I uh” I took a deep breath. “Can I talk to you?” I asked. He lifted his head looking at me as if he didn’t understand.

“What for?” He asked. 

“It’s about Tendou, please Kyotani.” He let out a deep sigh. 

“I don’t know where he is if you have come to fight him or yell or whatever. I got a job to get to so see you around.” He pushed me as he left from under the bleachers. I looked up at Matsukawa who was still left smoking there. 

“Matsukawa… Can I… Can I have Kyotani’s number?” I said. I could feel myself about to cry. 

“Yeah sure. I assume it’s about Tendou. You look pretty upset, do you want him dead or something.” He asked with a small chuckle. I don’t  know what came over me but I had to finally tell someone. 

“I love Satori, I didn’t realize how much till the night of the dance.” 

“Fuck.” He said back, “I’m uhh, good luck. I know he's pretty messed up right now. He didn’t come to school today and none of us could get a hold of him just like over the weekend. If he apologizes, what will you do?” 

“I don’t know. I want to forgive him and I can understand the money part, I just, I got hurt along the way, you know?” I said. Matsukawa gave me a pat on the shoulder as he left me alone. 

I walked back out forgetting all about Oikawa as I cut through the courtyard. 

“Y/N! I really thought you ditched me!” Oikawa shouted towards me. 

He ran up to me as I sat down at a table. 

“Y/n, I did this for you.” He passed me over his cell phone. “Check the top conversation!” He said pretty excited.

I took his phone and read through the first conversation. It was with Shirabu. I read the few messages there were and looked at him.  

“I don’t- Oikawa are you- I can't even-.” I couldn’t even get through one entire sentence. 

“What are you trying to say y/n?” He asked. 

“You’re an idiot.” With that I stood up and began to walk away. 

“But I apologized!” 

“Over text after all the shit you did to him? I just- Bye Oikawa.” I headed over to the parking lot to Tsukishima’s car where my friends were waiting for me. 

“Did you get his number?” Shirabu asked. 

“Yeah and I also forgot about Oikawa. I will tell you in the car.” We all piled in the car and headed back to Tsukishima’s house for a hang out. 

Wednesday at lunch - Y/n  pov 

I was sitting at my usual table when Oikawa approached my table. 

“Shirabu, can I talk to you for a second?” 

“No.” He said as he continued to eat.

“Okay, I guess I will just say it here then. I want to apologize to you for how I have treated you over the past few yeast since I met you. What I did was wrong and I only did it to separate you and Y/n cause I was jealous. Will you forgive me please?” At that point it sounded more like begging then anything. 

“No.” Shirabu said casually again. 

“What! What do I have to do for you to forgive me!?” He asked almost in a yell. 

“I know it is not a sincere apology. You only did it for the sake of getting with Y/n. So why would I accept it? Besides, you never actually said sorry.” He replied. 

Oikawa walked away, looking pretty angry. Shirabu looked at me as we both laughed about what just happened.

Time skip to Wednesday Night - Third person pov 

A knock on y/l/n’s house occurred around 7pm. Mr. (y/l/n) went to answer the door. He opened it only to see Oikawa standing in front of him. 

“Hello Mr. (y/l/n). We have met before but I came here to ask your permission for Y/n to go on a date with me this friday night.” Y/n’s father just looked at him dumbfounded. 

“Didn’t you just date my other daughter?” He asked. 

“Well yes, but I am in love with Y/n.” Y/n’s father sighed and slammed the door shut on Oikawa, as he turned around and headed back to the table. 

“Who was at the door Daddy?” Mei asked. 

“That Oikawa guy, he came to claim his love for Y/n.” Y/n began to laugh at the table hearing this news. 

“He really is dumb if he thought this would work. He’s a bitch dad. Don’t worry, my taste in men is better then Mei’s now.” I said back to them. 

“Well I am glad, cause who asks someone’s dad after they dated their other daughter?” He asked with a laugh now. 

About 10 minutes later a knock could be heard from the door again. Y/n stood up saying she would get rid of him now. 

“Oikawa what the hell do you actually want?” She asked as she pulled the door open. 

“You to be my girlfriend Y/n! I have been trying for a few days now and you have given me zero interest! I am trying my hardest.” He claimed. 

“You really aren't though. You hurt my twin like no one else could man. That’s something I can’t stand to see. Plus you’re also, like, the biggest asshole I have ever met. Don’t think I don’t see you bullying kids around the school or whispering little gossip games Oikawa. It's pathetic honestly. So just get off my property... Oh and leave Shirabu alone.” She said. 

“I have always loved you Y/n.” Before she had time to react or even think he pulled her into a passionate kiss. She placed her hands on his chest and shoved him back hard, almost knocking him down the three porch steps that were there. 

“You fucking suck Oikawa.” She spit with poison on her words. 

“At least I am better than the future prison gang leader, Tendou.” He said. 

“Take that the fuck back right now.” She said now aggressively pointing at his face.   

“Truth hurts doesn’t it y/n. When you wake up from your fantasy world and come back to reality, I will still accept you with open arms, I might make you get tested first, but I will still love you.” He said. 

Y/n reached behind her as she grabbed a candle from the small table in the entrance way. She threw it with all her anger as it hit square into Oikawa’s passenger seat window. 

“GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY AND LEAVE SHIRABU THE FUCK ALONE!” She yelled in his face. 

“I’M SENDING YOU THE BILL FOR THIS YOU BITCH!” He yelled as he ran back to his car. 

“I WILL FUCKING BURN IT LIKE I WILL YOUR CAR IF YOU COME BACK!” She yelled as he flipped her off from the safety of his car.

She watched him drive off as she slammed the door and instantly went to her room instead of finishing her meal. She pulled out her phone and opened her group chat sending a simple message to her friends, 

Fuck Oikawa.

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DR THH characters reactions to being hugged, kissed, and told "I love you"

Hello, anon! Sure things I hope I did I good job!  I’m only gonna do a hug for Hifyumi because I don’t really know how to make him responded to the other ones. Sorry.

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Makoto Neagi   

Probably will be very shy for your first kiss 

Kisses would be sweet and quick (if that makes any sense)  

Loves hugging you tho the first time he was a little confused 

When you first told him you loved him he was blushy blushy and said he loved you too. 

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Sayaka Maizono 

This girl loves hugging you anywhere, but once you hug her back she gets extremely excited.  

Kisses would most likely be on the cheek or forehead. When she is jealous then she’ll kiss your lips. 

When you told her the words “I love you” She kissed you  and replied, “I love you too Y/n!” 

If you kiss her on the lips before a concert or something, she will be blushing throughout the entire thing. 

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Junko Enoshima 

 Junko doesn’t care when and where she kisses you. You just gotta accept that. 

If you kiss her first she will probably try to up your game by starting a make-out sesh. 

Hugging her first will end up in you getting lifted off the ground and spinning in the air. (good luck if you get dizzy easily.) 

Her reaction to saying “I love you” to her was literally “I know who doesn’t.” 

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Mukuro Ikusaba 

 The first few times you hugged her she was confused. Same for the first few kisses as well 

She will start getting used to it and will hug/kiss you back 

Her response to saying you loved her was that she was blushing and said “W-Why me?” 

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Hifyumi Yamada 

 Hifyumi would hug you back with a big smile on his face. Then ask if you want to watch anime. (normal anime not anything gross) 

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Mondo Oowada 

Is really flushed when you kiss him but tries to play it off. (Tsundere)  

When you hug him he reacts. He's usually a big-ass grin because well he most likely goes on motorcycle rides with him. 

The first time you told him you loved him he yelled “I fucking love you too.” 

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Chihiro Fujisaki 

 This is a very pure shy boy. The first kiss he was a tomato and was stuttering for the rest of the day 

He is very happy when you two hug. 

He was very red when you told him you loved him but very happy. 

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Kiyotaka Ishimaru 

 Like chihiro, a pure and shy boy. 

He almost faints the first time you guys kissed 

Will only allow you to kiss and hug him when you're alone. 

You can hold hands in public tho 

He told you he loved you first but was really scared of your response. 

When you told him you loved him too he had tears in his eyes. 

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Kyoko kirigiri 

 The first few times you kissed her she was shocked. 

Now, she just knows when your gonna do  

She will have a very little blush when you hug her.  

Her response to the words “I love you” was a smile and tell you she loves you too. 

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Byakuya Togami 

When you told him you loved him he gave a sly smile and nod his head 

He will tell you that he loves you when he’s ready if he not already 

He doesn’t have much of a reaction to hugs and kisses. 

The only reaction  will probably be a smile and with a very faint blush 

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Leon Kuwata 

He is very cocky after being kissed. 

will hug you back instantly ( I can’t really write for Leon apparently)  

“I love you, too” That was his response to you saying “I love you, Leon.” 

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Yasuhiro Hagekure 

 Your first kiss was quote on quote predicted.  

Hiro was still a blushing mess tho 

Like Sayaka, he will hug you anywhere and will be very happy when you hug him 

You said I love you at the same time and then both laughed. Fun times. 

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Sakura Oogami 

 Was blushing quite a bit when you told her you loved her.  

She also told you that she loved you too. 

(sorry if you are around the same height as her) She usually has to bend down or you go on your tippy-toes in order to kiss her. 

You both will be blushing 

Smiles from hugs. Also, like Junko, you’ll probably be lifted up. 

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Aoi Asahina  

 Hina is all about the hugs and kisses 

Although she will be blushing from kisses 

When you tell her you loved her. Her face is beat red and tells you the same but really fast 

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Toko Fukawa 

All of them she would either try to push you away blushing like lighter than Maiharu’s hair 

Or just accept and joking insults (like how she does with Komaru)  

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Genocide jack/jill/syo 

 This girl loves your hugs and will accept your kisses anytime with a little bit of blush 

If you're a girl or identify as a gender other than male you won’t get killed. 

If you're a guy good luck. 

When you confess that you love her she laughs and responds with “Love you too, sugar lips” 

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Celestia Ludenberg 

Celeste knows how to keep a poker face. 

Kisses and hugs she will keep a straight face. 

Until she is alone she is a blushing mess 

When you told her you loved her she was silent for a moment before saying. “The feeling is mutual Y/n.” 

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I hope did okay with my first request. Thank you, Anon for suggesting this.

[laisaxrem]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Haruno Sakura & Tsunade, Haruno Sakura & Shizune, Haruno Sakura & Shizune & Tsunade Characters: Haruno Sakura, Tsunade, Shizune, Haruno Kizashi (mentioned), Haruno Mebuki (mentioned), Hatake Kakashi, Uzumaki Naruto Additional Tags: Sakura Week 2021, Sakura Week 2021 day 6: Family, Family, Family is not just blood, civilian kizashi and mebuki, civilian born sakura, tsunade to the rescue, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, i mean mental abuse, Angst, a little bit, One Shot, Tsunade doesn't give a fuck Series: Part 28 of This is Us (english version) Summary:

Sakura has never had an easy relationship with her family: civil by birth and from a wealthy family, her parents have never accepted her desire to become a kunoichi. On a rainy day, Sakura will find that family isn't always just the blood running through your veins.

Day 6 of Sakura Week.

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Friday, 28th February 1680

«Sakura-chaaaan!»

Naruto’s annoying voice just outside her apartment door woke her up.

Turning around a little bit she glanced at the alarm clock that she kept on the bedside table next to her bed: it was only 7 o’clock in the morning and Sakura felt inside her the irrepressible desire to kill her friend.

For a moment she contemplated the idea of not getting up and waiting for Naruto to go away and leave her alone. Then she remembered who she was talking about and with a grunt came out from under the sheets.

Naruto was on the landing, his one arm raised to knock on the door for the umpteenth time.

«Oh, Sakura-chan, I was afraid you weren’t at home».

«If so why did you keep knocking and screaming early in the morning, you giant idiot».

«Uuh. Sakura-chan, don’t be so hard on me», he whimpered, pouting. «I felt alone at home… And my arm hurts».

The young woman sighed and stepped aside, inviting her friend to come in with a gesture of her head, then made him sit on her slightly battered sofa and placed a hand on the stump of his right arm infusing it with her healing chakra to relieve the pain. At the same time Sakura analysed the scar to make sure there were no active infections. Fortunately, everything was as it should be so the young woman sensed that Naruto had still abused his limb during training and gave him a good earful reminding him for what was probably the millionth time the indications they had given him to obtain the best chances that Hashirama-sama’s cells would take root when the prosthetic arm would be ready.

«Hey Sakura-chan, why do you still live in a chūnin apartment if you’re a jōnin?» her friend suddenly asked.

«Mmm». In fact, Tsunade-sama had offered her a new accommodation when Sakura was formally promoted to jōnin but she hadn’t thought about it too much and she had refused. «Maybe because this was the first home I could truly call my own».

«Uhh? What are you sayin’, you lived with your parents before you moved here».

«Mmm mmm».

In fact, come to think of it, exactly three years had passed since that day…

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Tuesday, 28th February 1677

Sakura had always hated ultimatums.

That’s why she found herself wandering the streets of Konoha as if she no longer had a home. Because in fact Sakura no longer had a home.

She thought she had finally found her way, her place in the ninja world: she excelled in the medical arts thanks to the guidance of Tsunade-shishō, she had reached an excellent level in taijutsu thanks also to the help of Rock Lee, she felt useful and necessary in the hospital where she helped both shinobi and civilians too. She felt she was getting closer and closer to her goal: to bring Sasuke home. And she were happy.

Yet there she was, walking like a zombie in the rain. She sometimes hated her parents; they had never supported her desire to become a kunoichi and in fact they had often even done what they could to get in her way. She remembered as if it were yesterday how much they had fought to not sign the forms for the admission to the Academy. In those days at the Haruno compound there had been screams, tears and slamming doors. Kizashi and Mebuki had believed they could discourage her with their denials and their constant postponement; it was evident that they did not know her at all.

Some times she could still hear their words in her ears. “You are still too young”, they told her, “you will fail and then you will come and cry to us”; or, when they tried to change her mind using logic, they used arguments like “we are not ninja, the Harunos never were. Trying to be what you are not will only make you feel worse”. Sometimes instead they decided to use the sense of guilt: “and if something happened to you what would become of us? Don’t you think about your poor parents? We didn’t educate you to be so selfish”. But in the end she had won and enrolled in the Academy even if almost a year late. She had hoped that her parents would accept her choice but that had not happened. Whenever she found herself having some difficulty in an exercise, or a test didn’t go more than perfect, her father looked at her with disappointment and with an expression on his face that said he expected her to fail while her mother pointed out that they had told her that this was not her way, that she had to live as a civilian like they did. During that time Sakura had fallen asleep crying many times.

Years had passed and she thought that by now her parents had hurt her in every possible way. She was wrong; how wrong she was.

Her father had told her at dinner that evening that they would be moving to Hana no Kuni soon and that she would go with them.

Sakura had vehemently protested telling them that in Konoha she had a life, friends, a career and that she didn’t want to leave everything to move to the other side of the world. “You’re a Haruno”, her father had yelled as he slammed his fist on the table, “and it’s time for you to act like one. You will come with us, you will forget all this nonsense and you will get married with the nephew of the Daimyō! Everything has already been decided”.

So Sakura had ran out and slammed the door, ignoring the fact that it was pouring with rain outside and that her light civilian clothes were not suitable for a walk in the rain.

It was now more than an hour and Sakura knew she had to go home and talk to her parents, reason with them and make them understand that she really couldn’t leave the Village, even if they were asking her, and sure as hell she had no intention of accepting an arranged marriage. Because inside her she knew she would slowly wither away if she gave up kunoichi’s career. Yet, even knowing this, even the idea of setting foot in that house again made her nauseous and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t find within herself the resolve to go back there.

Eventually in her wandering she found herself at the edge of the forest where a large black tombstone stood proud in the rain. Sakura knew that place well and she knew what that stone represented and she was not too surprised to notice that a tall and slightly curved figure stood in front of it.

«Kakashi-sensei», she greeted him as she slowly approached the cenotaph.

«Hey, Sakura-chan, we haven’t seen each other for a while», he greeted her with a small smile, which can only be guessed from the fold of the one visible eye.

In fact, he was right. After Naruto had left with Jiraiya-sama for his training, all that was left in Konoha of the Team 7 were Kakashi-sensei and herself, who had begun to educate herself under Tsunade-sama’s guidance, so their team had been temporarily dissolved. Sakura knew that Kakashi was constantly engaged in A-rank or even S-rank missions and it didn’t surprise her at all: after all, her ex sensei was probably the most powerful jōnin in the Village and since Suna and Oto had launched the attack that had led to the death of the Sandaime and many other brave shinobi, those who remained were forced to face one mission after another, both to prove that despite everything Konoha was still strong, and to bring some money into the coffers of the Village. Kakashi in particular, perhaps also because of his fame, was tremendously in demand and in the last year and a half he had spent more time on mission than inside the walls. In fact, Sakura knew that Tsunade had given him a three-week rest period after he returned home for the umpteenth time with the chakra reserve at a minimum for the abuse of his sharingan.

(Sakura had once witnessed one of their squabbles because Tsunade had wanted to teach her how to heal people with exhausted chakra. It had been both fun and embarrassing to see her ex-sensei being scolded and treated as if he were a five-year-old kid).

«How is your enforced rest going?»

«Maa, maa, I feel like they’re holding me in a glass dome. I think I have reread Icha Icha Paradise at least a dozen times», the man complained, shrugging and pulling out the orange book long enough to show it to her before putting it back away from the rain.

«Honestly, sensei, I really don’t know what you see in those books. They are not even anatomically correct».

«You say so, Sakura-chan».

«No, the human body says so».

«I will not discuss about Icha Icha with you… And about the fact that you have read a book forbidden to minors under eighteen», he teased her, the light tone of one trying to pull a smile out of someone. «What would your parents say if they knew?»

Ouch. This hurt.

Instantly Sakura felt that weight that she had forgotten during the last minutes of conversation with her sensei return to her heart. Maybe Kakashi noticed her eyes darken as he turned to her just enough to look her straight in the face. The young woman could not hold up that dark eye that scrutinized her and lowered her face.

«Sakura, why are you here in the rain?» She didn’t answer, her throat tightened in a vice. She hated it when she felt this way and someone was nice to her because she felt like she could explode at any moment. The fact that it was Kakashi was even worse. «Sakura». This time Kakashi’s tone was harsher, the tone of voice that he would have used on a mission to get his companions to obey and Sakura found herself unwittingly straightening her back and getting to attention. «Look at me». She obeyed as if she couldn’t do anything else but she felt her throat tighten in a knot. «What happened? Has someone hurt you?»

She couldn’t help but shake her head. She wouldn’t cry, she absolutely wouldn’t cry. She was a kunoichi from Konoha, she was an adult, and she wouldn’t cry just because her parents were selfish.

«Did something happen to your parents?» Kakashi-sensei insisted and Sakura was surprised when she felt one of his hands resting on her shoulder, a reassuring anchor in that storm of emotions. «Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you home».

Sakura wanted to protest but lowered her head and followed him out of the field into the streets of Konoha. She didn’t even look where they were going, her eyes fixed on the jōnin’s feet, blindly trusting that he wouldn’t allow her to crash anywhere. Inside her she was already ready for the second part of that skirmish and she was trying to harden her heart just enough to allow her not to give in under the emotional blackmail of her family. But she actually didn’t know how she could do it. After all, she was not yet fifteen, and although genin far younger than her had been living alone from years, she was not an orphan and as an only child she was expected to follow the wishes of her parents.

Half an hour later Kakashi stopped and in a cheerful tone said: «Here we are».

Sakura looked ahead and realized that they were not in front of her parents’ garden but the door she had in front of her was the somewhat ruined one of Tsunade-shishō’s apartment.

«Oh».

She wanted to say something, ask Kakashi-sensei why he brought her there and not the house where she was born and raised, but he was already knocking on the door and a few seconds later it opened on Shizune.

«Yo», Kakashi greeted her, raising a hand. «I found a lost kitten in the rain and I thought it was yours».

«Sakura! What have you done? You’re completely soaked», her senpai scolded her before grabbing her wrist and dragging her into the house. «Hurry in Kakashi or you’ll let all the heat go out».

The girl did not turn to check but she heard the door close and light footsteps following them along the narrow and dark corridor, a sign that in fact Kakashi-sensei had obeyed the order.

The Hokage’s apartment was pretty damn small, certainly more than one would expect from the most important person in Konoha. It was completely unusual and against tradition and the Elders and the Council had tried to force Tsunade to move to the Senju neighbourhood or at least to accept one of the countless houses that had been offered to her and which, they said, were more appropriate to her role. Naturally, the Godaime had firmly refused, asserting that her small, damp and bare apartment was more than enough for her and Shizune, considering that she spent most of her life in her office at the palace.

Tsunade was sitting on the sofa in the living room, a small ceramic glass in her hand and an open bottle of sake on the low coffee table. In the other hand she was holding a large tome of medicine but when she saw them enter the room she closed the book and her blond eyebrows arch, creating a wrinkle between them.

«What’s the matter with you girl? You’re socked to the bone».

Sakura would have liked to reassure her and say that everything was fine, that there was nothing to worry about, lying and claiming that she had simply forgotten her umbrella on leaving the house. But maybe it was Shizune’s warm hand on her back, or the feeling of Kakashi’s eye on the back of her neck because Sakura couldn’t find the strength to lie.

«My parents have decided to move to Hana no Kuni next month and they want me to go with them», she let out in one breath, her voice low but calmer than she expected.

Her revelation was greeted by a moment of stunned silence, then Shizune blurted out: «What the hell does that mean?»

Sakura blinked like an old owl, amazed, because this was probably the first time she’d heard her senpai swear.

«They said I have to leave my life as a kunoichi and start acting like a Haruno», she continued in that cold and detached tone, as if explaining which procedure she would choose to undergo a certain operation on a patient. «They said it’s time I got to know the activities of the clan and bring honour to the family by finding a husband who can broaden the circle of our acquaintances».

As she spoke, Sakura couldn’t look her shishō in the eyes. As she repeated the words of her parents she felt her nausea and anger grow within her; how was it possible that they expected this from her? How was it possible that they did not understand her feelings in the least even though they were her parents, blood of her blood?

Sakura felt her eyes sting but never, never would she cry, not for that.

«Very well, let them go where the hell they like», Tsunade suddenly snapped, forcing her to finally raise her eyes. Her shishō was gripping the arm of the sofa so tightly that cracks were already starting to form in the wood and for a moment Sakura felt her heart break because she really hoped she would protest and fight to get her parents to stay. But after all, they were her blood family and Sakura was nothing more than an apprentice to her, so why should she protest? «But you won’t move from here», the Sannin added suddenly, the tone of her voice angry, while the wood gave up under her fingers. It was evident from her livid face that what she was about to say was the word of the Hokage and that she would not take no for an answer. «I didn’t waste the last year of my life teaching you everything I know to allow two ordinary people to drag you to the other side of the world to marry you to some preppy rich idiot».

«Tsunade-sama…»

«Don’t “Tsunade-sama” and “Tsunade-sama” me, Shizune», growled the Hokage. «I’m tired of those two. Not once did they give her the support she deserved so I don’t see why she should support them now».

Sakura would have lied if she said she didn’t fully agree with the woman, and hearing those words come out of her mouth took away some of the weight that oppressed her chest.

«And tonight you’re going to sleep here», Tsunade added. «In the morning I will take you to them and communicate my decision to Kizashi and Mebuki».

«Shishō, I can’t…» she tried to protest. Because, as touched as she was by Godaime’s feelings, the truth was that her sense of duty prevented her from considering that solution. And she knew that leveraging her good heart would do no good, not while she was in such an altered state, so she tried to use some logic even though all she wanted was to accept the invitation, lie down on the sofa and sleep until the following morning. «I don’t have my clothes or uniform or something to sleep with me…»

«Kakashi…»

«I’ll drop by and get what you need, Sakura-chan, don’t worry about that», came the prompt reply of her ex sensei who in a flurry of leaves disappeared from the living room, evidently headed for her bedroom in her house.

«You are my apprentice, Sakura», Tsunade continued, as if she had not just silently asked one of her jōnin to break through a window into the home of a member of one of the most powerful civilian families not only in Tsuchi but also in other Countries of the continent, including the Land of Fire. «Before being a Haruno you are my apprentice and I don’t intend to let you go like this». Suddenly the expression on her face softened and, after getting up and going to meet her, she placed her hand on her cheek with more tenderness than she had ever seen. «Don’t worry, little girl, I won’t let anyone take you away without your consent. This I can swear to you ».

Sakura nodded and allowed herself to lean on that rough hand as Shizune approached and placed a hand on her back. And for the first time since she was just a little girl dreaming of becoming a kunoichi, Sakura felt like she really had a family.

[hi-epervier]

I’m in a writing funk. Have a Naruto/Sasuke + make-up thingy while I wrestle with my muse. 

There was a washroom, at the end of a corridor on the third floor of the school's science building, that went up in flames back in the 80's. They had renovated it since, but it retained a certain je-ne-sais-quoi that made one instantly ill at ease the moment they stepped past its treshold. Word had it between students that it was haunted, by Bloody Mary, or kids who hadn't managed to escape the fire, or something else entirely, depending of the version of the story you listened to. And, it was a boys washroom. One that smelled.

That washroom's entrance door creaked open.

'I'M TAKING A SHIT!' Naruto bellowed, hoping the interloper would hurry up and scram already, like the previous ones did.

He'd holed himself up in there specifically so that no one would bother him. So why the hell did it have so much trafic?!

Naruto listened for clues of what was going on, sagging in relief when he heard the door close.

Yet, just as he was bringing the brush to his face again, footsteps made themselves heard in the heavy silence.

Naruto bit back a groan. Great. Just his luck. They hadn't left.

And they were approaching, rather than retreating.

Whoever it was (one person, light steps, the presumed dude taking his sweet fucking time, like this was a stroll through the gardens or something) strode forward and past the first stalls, pushing doors open as he went.

Slowly, a pair of checkered sneakers came into view in the space visible under the locked door of Naruto's stall, and lingered there. Naruto glowered at them, trying to make them go away with the force of his mind alone. He slav squatted on the toilet seat, feet up high, so that shouldn't be a problem unless the asshat bent down and peeped under the door, but, still.

The sneakers and black jeans connected to them shifted, slightly to the right, (no!), then away, towards the urinals on the far wall of the room. Yes! Naruto thought frantically. Fuck off! Get lost!

Then, the sneackers angled themselves toward him again, the door handle gave, shitfing down, leaving Naruto plenty of time to feel a brick drop in his stomach when he realized that the lock was at the horizontal. He'd forgotten to turn it up!

Whatever protest he might have conjured stayed stuck in his throat as the door opened a few inches.

The dude (because it was a dude) looked every bit as much of a shithead as every other time they'd met, and was glaring down his stuck-up nose at Naruto.

Naruto gave him the finger.

'What.' Sniffle. 'Come to watch, creep?' He shoved his forearm under his runny nose, leaving a streak of snot on the sleeve of his lucky jacket, but who even cared at this point. That other shit had gotten into the corner of his eye, and it stung like a bitch.

The boy didn't react. He just hovered there, watching Naruto like a fucking statue, so, never breaking eye contact, Naruto lifted a buttcheek from where it rested on the closed toilet seat, and gave a big old fart.

Fraganced, too. One of his better ones, if he said so himself, and Naruto was a connoisseur.

The boy grimaced, but didn't run for the hills.

Why wasn't he leaving?

'Like to watch little boys on the toilet, eh, Uchiha freak-o? Does your mommy know?'

The boy finally moved, only to step inside the stall and lock himself up with Naruto in it.

Suddenly, Naruto wasn't so sure about this anymore.

'What the hell?!'

'Give that here,' Uchiha said, his voice gravelly. Whether from disuse or smoking or puberty was anyone's guess. Though perhaps not the smoking: Uchiha's teeth were all freakily white and clean, like the photoshopped models in the magazines he'd spied Sakura's bossy friend reading.

His stupid hair was always so perfectly styled and soft-looking, and his skin so clear, and his make-up thingy so sharp. Meanwhile, no god nor gel bottle could make Naruto's hair do anything else than stick up every which way, and girl stuff like hair pins made him look like a clown. It wasn't fair.

Uchiha held out a hand, palm up. Following his gaze, Naruto looked to himself, pausing on the small rectangular box he was craddling to his chest.

'Like hell!' he snarled. 'This is mine, go find your own!'

'I don't want to steal your stupid palette, you idiot.'

'Then what the fuck do you want?!'

'Give me that and find out.'

That! That right here! That's why Naruto couldn't stand the guy! (Well, one of the many reasons, anyway). The nerve of that guy, like he thought he was better than the rest of them or something! Like, like he couldn't be assed to make friends, like they were wasting his time! Well, though luck. Naruto had seen past his bullshit, he was nothing special!

'Sometime this year.'

'Fuck you!' Naruto hissed. 'Why the fuck would I do that? So you can laugh at me?!' Something dawned on him. 'You can't tell people about this! Not anyone! I'll kill you if you do! I-I-It isn't mine! Well, it is, but it's not for me! I-I'm not a girl!'

'Naruto.'

'It's for my cousin!'

'Idiot. Does it look like I'm laughing?'

Uh.

Naruto lifted a hand to his painted face. That's right. Somehow the fact that he looked like a fucking raccoon had managed to slip his mind for a hot minute.

'Well... no. B-But that doesn't mean anything, with a freak like you! I bet you don't even know how to smile, you... you... vampire!'

'Original,' Uchiha drawled, 'and inaccurate as ever. I assume you're referring to the iteration of the mytho dating back to the nineteenth century, which matches my skin tone, and let me guess, you're saying my eyes look lifeless? Internalized racism isn't a becoming look on you, you know that? Especially given your own heritage, but I guess what they say about blonds really is right after all, don't you agree?'

'Err...' said Naruto, who had switched off at 'inaccurate' and hadn't recovered since. 'W-whatever! It's true! And your big words don't scare me!'

Sure, Konoha High's dress code was lax, but Uchiha made it look like it was nonexistent, with his strange emo getup. It was unfair how he always got away with it. And people kept riding Naruto's ass about orange! Orange was a great color! The best color!

'Whatever,' Uchiha said, unlocking the door.

Naruto gaped at him, aghast.

'What are you doing?!'

'You're wasting my time.'

'You can't do that!' Naruto squacked, waggling a scandalized finger at the other boy. 'You can't barge in on people, and just... just... leave!'

Uchiha turned back to face him. 'No?'

'No!'

'Hm.' Uchiha held out his hand again.

Naruto stared at it, suspicion warring with curiosity for first place at the forefront of his mind.

'...Fine!' he decided at last. 'Fine. Whatever. Fine.' He shoved the palette into Uchiha's hand.

Uchiha inspected it, and snorted.

'What? You said you wouldn't laugh! What is it? Why are you laughing?!'

'Nothing. Brush.'

Oh. Right.

Naruto handed over the brush.

'Remover?'

Uh?

'Figures,' Uchiha grumbled, stuffing the make-up in his pocket.

And just like that, he left.

'Hey!'

Oh God, he'd just offered his mom's favorite palette on a silver plater to a fucking thief! He knew he couldn't trust this guy, he should have listened to his instincts! Kushina was going to skin him alive!

Wait.

Running water?

Naruto poked his head through the door. Sure enough, there Uchiha was near the single sink, picking up paper towels and putting them under the trickling water. Their gazes met in the mirror. It had a long gash near the lower corner.

'What are you doing?'

Uchiha ignored him. Several seconds later, the bastard walked back into the stall, pushing past a flabbergasted Naruto and telling him to 'sit'. In his confusion, Naruto obeyed, plopping down his ass on the toilet seat.

'Buy remover,' Uchiha ordered. Then, he set to work.

He started with the eyes, dabbing water against the corners of each of Naruto's irritated eyes, cleaning up the lashes with care once Naruto caught up and closed his eyelids. Next, he moved on to the area right over them, soaking up rivulets of soiled water with the paper before they had a chance of falling in Naruto's eyes. Sheet after sheet of paper got discarded as he worked his way around Naruto's mess, each coming off as brightly orange as the last, and with every bit of powder he removed, Naruto felt himself relax. It was... soft.

Weird, and soft. And wet. But soft. But weird.

And then the other boy used yet another paper towel to dry him up, and all at once it was over.

'Thanks,' Naruto mumbled in the silence.

Uchiha gave a short shrug.

'So,' Naruto spoke up, 'Er, so, I'll just... go!' He jumped to his feet. '...Thank you. I guess.'

Man, two thank yous. Kushina would be marking the day on the calendar if she could see this.

'Where are you going?'

Naruto stopped dead in his tracks.

'I. Somewhere?'

Uchiha looked at him as though Naruto had just grown a second head.

'Didn't you want some make-up?'

It felt a bit dumb lying about it now, so: 'I guess? But it can wait, so, um.' He could pester Uchiha into giving him back his palette later. Probably.

But as the boy peered at him with the first thing approaching hesitation to grace his face in all the time Naruto had had the displeasure of knowing him, it dawned on Naruto that perhaps Uchiha had meant to put it on him himself.

'Did you...?'

'Shut up,' Uchiha snapped, color tinting his cheeks. 'Get your ass back here!'

This time, when Uchiha grabbed his chin to manhandle him into position, there was nothing soft about his grip. Naruto must have hallucinated things earlier. He was fucking brutal!

'Hey, watch it!'

'Hold that,' Uchiha sniped back, fishing out the palette with his free hand and waiting impatiently until Naruto opened his fist to accept it. Uchiha worked open the latch, a frown creasing his brow while he considered the small array of orange-adjacent hues. Finally, he settled on a less saturated shade, swatching some of it on the back of Naruto's hand, ignoring the protest that 'that's the shittiest one!', and, seemingly satisfied, gathered more on the brush to put on Naruto's face.

'Close your eye.'

He worked in quick, light vertical strokes that tickled, squeezing on Naruto's cheeks when the later shifted; flitting from one eye to the other, back and forth again.

At some point, the washroom door swinged on its hinges.

'FUCK OFF!' Uchiha snarled, utterly vicious, his voice breaking near the end. The intruders hadn't finished scampering away like the devil was on their tail that Uchiha was already moving on to a vibrant copper, Naruto's sniggers drowned out by the door banging shut.

Uchiha ducked his head, the tiniest hint of a smile ghosting over his profile.

From there on, the atmosphere shifted to an amicable silence. The grip on Naruto's chin relaxed, and no more words were uttered.

He was starting to get drowsy when all movement of the brush stopped. Uchiha took a step back, frowning at his handiwork.

'Is it all gross?' Naruto joked. By now he'd started suspecting that Uchiha was one of those people with a perpetual case of resting bitch face.

'You're gross,' the boy replied, picking up the eyeshadow palette and letting Naruto see for himself in its pocket mirror. 'I guess it's not totally horrible on you.'

Naruto squinted at his reflection.

'Wow,' was all he could say.

'Calm down, Narcissus.'

Naruto knew that one. 'Yeah, well, that guy was super hot, and so am I! Thanks, dude.'

He accepted the palette Uchiha was handing him back.

'It won't stay on long.' Uchiha warned. 'Normally you should at least put on a proper base first.'

'Er, yeah.'

'...Just google it, dumbass.'

With that, he was gone.

Naruto shook his head at the boy's retreating back. What a weirdo.

[nejislavendereyes]

Think Things Through [prt. 2]

Prt. 1

Mei sat at a table, grumbling and glowering, annoyed with her friends, Sakura and Naruto. She had kicked Naruto enough times, his children should feel the bruising on his shin. Granted they took her out for food after the mission, she was still irritated. 

"Hi!" Hinata greeted making her way to their table with, surprisingly, Neji in tow. 

"Kiba said you guys got back this morning." Hinata slipped in the seat next to Naruto and Sakura, allowing Neji to take the place next to Mei, who tried her best not to blush. "How was the mission?"

The question suddenly sent Mei blushed into a redder hue as her eyes narrowed in anger. She once again grumbled lowly and glared hard at the table. 

"Forgive me if I'm mistaken," Neji started with a raised brow. "But I'm not sure the table deserves such harsh language."

Mei growled before dropping her head on the table. Once. Twice. Almost three times before Neji put his hand under her head. 

Both joining parties looked at Naruto and Sakura for answers. "She's just upset that she got into it with two squirrels… and lost." Sakura sang. 

"I didn't lose! They were just… really hard to get away from…" Mei tried to sound less pathetic. "They have really sharp claws! I was at a disadvantage, I could've lost an eye!" 

They all laughed at her bitterness and she only grumbled more. "Here, let me see." Neji tried to lift her head but she resisted. 

"No," She whined. "It's all ugly…"

"Mei." He encouraged. 

Grumbling, she finally let him lift her face from the table. He gently pushed her hair from her face, and rolled his eyes at her pout before looking at the scratch marks over her eye. It didn't look bad at all, really it seemed they were exaggerating to tease her, while Mei nursed a bruised ego. 

"It doesn't look ugly at all, Mei. Sakura healed it so it should be gone soon." He rubbed his thumb over it, gently.

Naruto cleared his throat and shot Neji a cheeky look that she missed. A look that turned his smile back to a frown and caused him to pull away from Mei quite a bit. Mei also frowned a bit, he never stayed too close to her. Sometimes when they were alone, but not too often. The thoughts started to deepen her frown...

"Imma head home, I'm tired. Thanks for lunch, Naruto. Bye!" Mei jumped over the booth and started out the restaurant. 

"Wait! Let me walk you home, it’s getting dark." Neji followed her. Mei just nodded with a small smile. If he was nothing else, he was a gentleman.

Their walk was quiet, but not unbearably silent. Mei hummed quietly, kicking a small pebble ahead. She had waited for Neji to hold her hand, step closer, talk to her… Something! But, alas, he kept to himself. 

Now the walk was unbearably silent. 

She thought that once feelings were admitted and out in the air, things would be different. But, within the last two weeks, the only thing that changed is small kisses, and again, that's only behind closed doors occasionally, when she kissed his cheek. She was surprised by the PDA he showed today and hoped he might show more, but maybe she was just being greedy.

That thought made her feel gross and needy. She hoped she was never one of those clingy girlfriends, really she didn’t think she was, no other boyfriend had mentioned it. Maybe she didn’t notice that her neediness bothered them? She was quite aloof to others and what they were thinking.

That would explain the shortness of all her relationships. Wait. Were she and Neji even together? She kept saying girlfriend and relationship, but he’d never mentioned her being his girlfriend, or even asked her to be his girlfriend. 

That was the problem! Was she expecting relationship like qualities from something that wasn’t a relationship! But what about the slight affection he gave her. Now she was confused…

“Mei?” Neji called.

“Hmm?” She blinked back into reality. “Yeah?”

“You’re home.” He said, pointing at her door.

“Oh?” When had they gotten to her apartment? She looked over at him and really wanted nothing more than to kiss him on the cheek but instead opted out. “Goodbye, have a nice night!”

She’d have to figure this out, in order to keep this going right.

A few days later, sparring with Ino, Mei was most definitely losing the hand to hand battle they were having. The idea was to imagine having nothing but their hands. No jutsu or tools. Something told Mei she was fucked if it truly came down to it.

“Ow, shit…” She grumbled as her back came in contact with the hard ground beneath them.

“I didn’t even throw you that hard.” Ino smirked, turning away

“Piss off, sunflower.” Mei kicked her in her knee, sending her to the ground.

She hurried to jump atop her, pressing her knee to her spine and grabbing her elbows. She pulled back and smiled when Ino grunted in pain. After a moment or two, Ino tried to tap but Mei ignored her.

“I will only let you go if you get me a plate of Daifuku.” Mei bargained.

“No way, let go!” She hissed, struggled.

“Guess we’ll be here a while.” Mei snickered.

After a moment, Ino whined. “Fine, I’ll get you some stupid Daifuku.”

“An entire plate?” Mei tugged a little, making the blonde yelp.

“Yes, yes! A whole plate! Now get off!” She yelled.

Mei grinned and released her friend’s arms, happily. She climbed off her and helped her stand up before making her way over to where her water and an unimpressed Sakura were at. Mei smiled cheekily at the medic nin, but when her arms didn’t uncross she frowned.

“Oh come on, I think I did pretty good.” Mei pouted.

Shikamaru glanced at her. “I don’t think you’re supposed to bargain your opponent’s life for sweets.”

“Well, why not? They get to live and I get delights.” She shrugged, drinking water.

“Would you spare a murderer for sweets?” Neji asked, his eyes closed while he leaned against a tree.

Smirking, Mei answered. “If they bought me a plate of Daifuku for each victim, I’d consider it.” 

He opened his eyes to meet hers and raised a brow, it had been the first time she responded to him verbally since they saw each other. She avoided it for the one reason that she’d cave, say screw it to not being clingy. But for once she was thankful for the punch Ino sent to her side, she groaned and tore her eyes away from his to glare at the blonde.

“Sakura! You’re just gonna let her abuse me still?” Mei gasped as the girl started to walk away.

“You just had your knee on her neck.” Sakura gave her a look.

“So?” Mei dragged.

“So? You deserve it.” Sakura stuck her tongue out.

“She hit a tree. With me!” Mei gasped.

“She didn’t bribe the tree.” Hinata giggled from behind.

“Whose side are you on here?” Mei narrowed her eyes. “Hint, you’re supposed to say mine.”

“I feel like if I were on your side, I’d be a dirty fighter.” Hinata reasoned. Mei snorted, and shrugged knowing she was right. 

Somewhere between the training area and the restaurant, Ino managed to coax a piggy back ride out of Hinata, while Mei ended in the back walking next to Neji. How? She hadn’t the closest idea, since she was tugging Sakura’s cheek, childishly, not moments before.

The group died down to silence, which left Mei alone to her thoughts. Which, weren’t bad, whatsoever, really she was contemplating getting a cat. She saw one in an alley and played with it a bit before training. She suddenly wondered if Neji liked cats.

At the thought, Mei sighed softly, thankfully not catching the attention of her friends. Well, all but one. He brushed his hand along hers, making her look down at the slight connection before up to his eyes.

“Hmm?” She questioned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, just contemplating.” She answered honestly.

“Contemplating?” He pressed, as they slipped further behind their friends.

Holding your hand or not. Mei hesitated, but admitted. “A cat.”

This seemed to take him by surprise. “A cat?”

“Yep, I think I want one, but I’m trying to think if I really want one.” She felt his hand brush hers again, a bit harder.

“Well, what makes you want one?” He glanced down at her.

“I saw one this morning, he was sweet.” She told him.

He nodded. “What else, makes you want one?”

“Um, let’s see.” She thought for a moment. “I had one when I was a kid, Tomao. She was mean and grumpy. Bit you when you tried to pet her, knocked down three expensive vases, for no reason.”

“And you want another cat?” He raised a brow.

“But.” She continued, shushing him. “She was always there when I was alone, so I wasn’t actually alone. If I cried, she was there sitting on my lap, licking the tears away and then biting me as if telling me ‘Suck it up!’ She had always slept near my bed. Tomao was a very mean, sweet cat. So yes, I want another.”

“Okay, what would make you not want one.” He asked.

Mei’s face instantly deadpanned. “It may try to kill me if I don’t feed it before bed. Like could you imagine, ‘The Great Ninja Mei, death by cat. She should have fed the tiny demon.”

Neji let out a laugh. “If you manage to die to a cat, I don’t think ‘great’ should be on your tombstone.”

Mei elbowed him, laughing too. “Cat’s are natural ninjas! Could slit my throat before I even knew I forgot to feed them!”

“I think that would be your answer then. Don’t get a cat, you may die.” Neji concluded, but noticed Mei had stopped. “Mei? What are you-?”

There she was, still, staring into the trees. Neji looked up to see what had her attention and was amused to find that she was angrily eyeing down a squirrel. He looked to find their friends still walking off in the distance, and was about mention such to Mei, but a small yelp startled him.

Mei was now behind him, watching the squirrel that now stood at the edge of the trail. He looked back at her, trying not to laugh. “Maybe it’s here to finish the job.”

Suddenly, Mei was caught up with the group.

“I hate you. So much.” Mei grumbled.

“What happened to you?” She snapped. “Any other day, you’d be cracking dumb, shitty timed jokes!”

“Now, what are you doing?” She clicked her tongue. “Hiding in a bathroom. What the actual fuck, Mei!”

Mei glared hard at her own reflection. A reflection she’d been staring at for almost an hour. She groaned and dropped her forehead against the reflecting glass. She wanted to cry.

Neji decided to cash in the bowl of ramen she owed him, from a month ago, and her mind instantly deemed it as a date. And no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t shake the nerves on that thought. So, stupidly she went to Kiba for help.

He only laughed at her for being so tight wound about it. He claimed he just asked her on a date, it wasn’t too big of a deal… 

“Unless, it’s not a date and he’s gonna tell you he hates cats.” 

That sentence made her thump her head again. Leave it to her ex to make her more nervous about the thing she went to him for confidence. He didn’t mean any harm, really, she knew that, but… It really could be just a lunch together, without being together. She hit the mirror again.

“If you thump your head anymore, I’d think you’re trying to get into the mirror.” A woman piped up.

Mei groaned and willed herself not to do it again. “Honestly doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.”

“Oh, don’t say that. You’re just nervous.” The woman laughed, moving to the sink.

“At this point, I don’t know. I’ve been in here for forty eight minutes, because I’m nervous to go meet the guy that invited me out. ” Mei brushed her hair out of her face.

“He’s been waiting for almost an hour?” She gasped.

“No! No! Only about ten… I’ve been panicking for almost an hour.” Mei corrected.

“You said it yourself, you’re not like this normally, right? Just go out there and be yourself.” The woman encouraged, chuckling. “He asked you on a date for a reason.”

“But that’s the thing! I don’t know if it’s a date! I have to buy him ramen.” She exclaimed. “I just don’t know what we are, and it’s completely screwing up my thought process. Do I go out there and talk like we’re just friends or do I go out there and talk to him like his girlfriend?”

“Are you his girlfriend?” The woman asked.

“I… I don’t know… My best friend says we are, because we kissed twice. But that’s all. He hasn’t asked me to be, and he hasn’t really done anything to make it clear.” She groaned.

“Well,” The woman fixed Mei’s hair, and then her shirt. “Maybe he’ll change that now, so go out there and figure it out, honey.”

The woman gave her a wink before retreating from the bathroom. Mei’s nerves seemed to go with her and finally she felt like she could breathe. With one more glance at herself in the mirror, she nodded and walked out of the bathroom.

She walked up to the table, where Neji was sitting, drinks already placed. She slipped into the seat in front of him, making him open his eyes. “You came from the bathroom?”

“Ah, Ino and Sakura. They had tried to follow so they could spy on the date, almost couldn’t get away.” Mei rolled her eyes.

Neji smirked slightly. “Should’ve told them you were going to hang out with a friend.”

“Hm?” Mei hummed.

“They wouldn’t have wanted to follow you since it’s not a date.” He stated.

“Oh…” That settles that.

After that, Mei could make it any longer than fifteen minutes, before she had to leave. With a gentle excuse that she couldn’t remember very well, she was on her way home, quickly dismissing  his offer to walk her. She held back the tears that burned her eyes, until she was just getting home. And to make it better, she saw Kiba walking with Akamaru.

“Oi, Mei aren’t you supposed to be on your maybe da...te…?” Kiba started to tease her but it died off as soon as he noticed the shine in her eyes. “I’ll kill him.”

Mei just shook head and laid her head on his chest.

Four hours and three empty liquor bottles later, Mei, Kiba, Ino, Hinata and Sakura laughed at the strange sounds that came out of Ino’s mouth as she laughed. After an hour of crying, Mei agreed to invite the ladies over as well. Because as much as Kiba wanted to support her, he had never seen her so hurt over something, he needed help to handle it.

“If you somehow manage to get that full spoon in your mouth I swear to god.” Mei snorted as Sakura struggled to shovel a spoon full of ice cream in her mouth.

“If only her mouth was as big as her head, she’d be done by now.” Ino teased.

Kiba threw a piece of some kind of dried meat at Ino, making Ino dramatically fall into Hinata’s lap. “I’ve been hit.”

“If it takes a piece of meat to take you down, I’m disappointed.” Kiba laughed.

Ino went to flip him off, but Akamaru got in the way, taking both Ino and Hinata to the ground. The sight sent the whole group into a laughing fit, even Sakura who was risking death with the ice cream and spoon finally in her mouth.  As the group quieted, Mei slowly remembered why they were so drunk and tears filled her eyes again.

“Hey, hey! No tears!” Kiba hurried to wipe them away.

“The only tears allowed to fall are because your cheeks hurt from smiling, damn it.” Ino declared, pushing Akamaru off her chest.

“But my heart hurts.” Mei mumbled. “Can’t I cry about that pain?”

“Oh eoush ee uhshent eeerf or ears!” Sakura garbled around her ice cream.

“Sakura… please we can’t understand you…” Hinata said, definitely not as drunk as everyone else.

Disgustingly, Sakura spit the ice cream out into the tub she emptied before trying again. “No, because he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“That was gross…” Ino whispered.

“But, it still hurts, I thought after everything that happened, things would be different. Of course I didn’t think we’d instantly be like in-love-ready-for-kids kinda shit. Just… maybe… Hey-I-like-you-let’s-date kinda shit…” Mei sniffled, the sake making her emotions worse.

“Well, he’s an idiot.” Sakura crossed her arms, watching Mei move to cuddle the large fluff that was Akamura.

Mei scoffed. “Actually, he’s a genius.”

“A ninja genius, not a life genius, obviously.” Kiba corrected, . “Otherwise, he would’ve snatched your heart up when he had the chance.”

“I have to agree with Kiba. My cousin really didn’t think any of this through.” Hinata sighed.

“Yeah, I don’t know what is going through his head but, it’d stupid.” Sakura added.

Ino butted in too. “It was dirty of him to string you along.”

Their words of drunken wisdom and kindness fell over deaf ears as a soft snore erupted through the room. Looking over to where Mei was, they found that she was fast asleep in Akamaru’s fur. And although she was drifting off to dreamland, tears still slipped down her face, letting them know just how bad she was hurt.

The next morning, Kiba grunted when a finger thumped his forehead. It thumped him twice more before he jerked up, almost punching his attacker until he realized it was just Hinata. He rubbed his eye, groggily as she pulled him up off the floor.

“Hina-.” He grumbled.

“Shh!” She pointed at the girl’s that were still asleep. “We’re gonna go talk to my cousin.”

They both looked over at the girl drooling and gripping, Akamaru’s fluff. He was awake and watching the two, but made no effort to get up and move. Kiba reached down to pet him and slip a blanket over Mei’s shoulders.

“Let’s go.”

It being nearly eleven in the afternoon, it wasn’t hard to find Neji. His usual training spot, of course standing still, eyes closed. Probably working on his detection, or concentration. Not that either cared at the moment.

“Hinata, Kib-!” He barely opened his eyes to greet them when Kiba grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the tree behind him. Neji raised a brow, not seeming bothered at all. “Can I hel-?”

“Shut it, I’m hungover and pissed. Decent civility, courtesy of Hinata, is the only thing stopping me from breaking your nose.” Kiba snarled.

Neji looked over to Hinata, who looked less aggressive but just as hateful. “Can I at least know why?”

“Because you’re being stupid.” Hinata said, watching Neji’s eyes narrow in offense. “Either stop leading her on or do something real about it.”

“Leading on? You mean Mei? I’m not leading her on.” Neji tried, only for Kiba to press him harder into the tree.

“Bullshit! You show her slight affection, knowing she’ll bite. But, you leave her hanging.” He glared.

“I’m genuinely not sure what you’re talking about.” Neji stated, same intensity in his own eyes.

“You’re giving her just enough to believe she has a chance with you but you’re not giving her that chance, Neji! You act like you want a relationship with her but then you don’t ask to be in a relationship with her!” Hinata yelled.

Neji furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not? I’m pretty positive I'm dating her."

"Well, she's not so sure." Kiba revealed. 

"I wasn't aware that I had to write my feelings out on a sign, after telling her as well. She not stupid."

"No, but she is confused, insecure and hurt." Hinata said. "She thinks that you guys are still just friends, just close friends now. You don't hold her hand, you haven't asked her or clarified you want her to be your girlfriend. You don't even take her out!"

"I went on a date with her yesterday, so that last one’s bullshit." Neji shoved Kiba's hands off of him and straightened himself. "She left because she didn't feel good."

"She didn't feel good because someone said; 'They wouldn’t have wanted to follow you since it’s not a date'. She doesn't think it was a date, she thinks you just wanted the ramen she 'owed' you!" Kiba yelled. 

"She doesn't believe you want to be with her, and honestly with how you act, I don't believe you do either." Hinata sighed. 

Three loud knocks echoed through Mei's apartment making her groan. Slowly she pulled herself off her couch and again the knocks echoed again. Her groan grew louder, as if her visitor would be able to hear it when they knocked again. 

"Shit, I'm coming! If you don't stop knocking, I will stab you in the fucking-" She yanked the door open to find Neji. "... Throat."

"Would you spare me if I had a surprise for you?" He tried to joke. 

"As hungover as I am… probably not." She rolled her eyes. "But anyway, what are you doing here?"

Akamaru wormed his head between her legs and growled. Mei popped his head, softly telling him to hush and he whined in apology. "Sorry, he's annoyed he's not getting me to himself right now."

"Kiba here?" He assumed. 

"No, Sakura is though." Mei she corrected. "Why, you want me alone?"

"No, that's fine." He shoved his hands in his pockets. But then noticed her shoulders drop and hurried to restate. "Wait, that sounded wrong. Yes, I would love to be alone with you, but you don't have to send her away. I don't care if she knows what I'm here for."

"And what is it you're here for, Neji?" She sighed, jerking away from Akamaru’s tongue on her leg.

"I guess I do have to write it out for you." Neji mumbled. 

"Look, I am too tired and hungry to deal with this right now." She sighed, starting to close the door. 

"Then let's go on a date." He stopped her. He watched her eyes narrow at him and he continued. "It seems that my feelings haven't been very clear recently, and I'm sorry about that."

"I have to go make sure Sakura didn't choke on her ice cream again." She again tried to close the door. 

"I am trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, Mei. I thought I didn't have to ask that question, but I wasn't really making it obvious that I meant for you to be my girlfriend a month ago." Neji admitted. 

"Neji, you didn't say anything…" She huffed, hurt. “I didn’t know what to do or even think! I didn’t know if holding your hand would be pushing limits, or kissing you, or... Or… If you liked cats for fuck’s sake!”

"I am now. I’m sorry it took so long, Mei…” He reached up to wipe the tear from her cheek. “Please Mei.”

“Mei, I swear to gods, if you don’t say yes I will beat you with this spoon!” Sakura yelled from the kitchen and Akamaru barked in agreement.

She sniffled and let out a laugh. “Do you even like cats?”

He smiled and shook his head. “I love cats.”

[boba-xing]

Captivating {Chapter 6}

Fem!Reader x Werewolf!Choi Seungcheol (SVT)

Warnings: swearing, vague mentions of blood and drugs

Tagged: @suhappysuho @captain-brie @seekerbabygirl @moon8894 @yippee-kay-yay @sehunnies-hunnie96 @lovinggalaxies @brokenbutchocolate @amixoferrthang @doyouknowkpopp @hhhhwww7 @9rachacha @sksk-x @haluim17 @jelly-fishy-babie @sakura-uji

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When you wake up you’re freezing cold, and the handsome man who’s bed you spent the night in is no longer beside you. You sigh. Even though you already seem to be spending most of your time with him you can’t help but want him at your side permanently. 

He’s also really warm, which is something you could do with right now.

Pulling yourself out from under the covers, your bare feet pad against the floor as you carry yourself downstairs to the kitchen area. The familiar awkwardness reminds you of the first night you spent here, and the unfriendly gazes you received on your first morning.

This time, however, you are greeted with a few warm smiles...but still no sign of the warm man you’re searching for. 

Jeonghan smiles sweetly at you from his seat by the counter, “Seungcheol went out to get some groceries.”

“Ah, okay.” You smile softly back, following his gesture to sit next to him,

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks, shoving a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth,

“Yes, thank you.” You reply shyly, giving Seungkwan a quick thank you as he passes you a plate of toast.

“It must be a relief to have your friend back. I mean, even if he did go straight back home.” Jeonghan glances over at the brunette on the other side of the kitchen, “Though Shua has some bad news for you.”

“Bad news? Is Minhyuk okay?”

“Yes, yes, he’s fine now.” Joshua nods, “But, I ran some tests after you brought him back last night and it turns out whoever was with your friend had dosed him with several different types of medication, primarily a mixture of statins and benzodiazepines, which can cause memory loss. That’s probably why he seemed drunk and couldn’t remember where he was or who he was with.”

“So now we know for sure that someone is trying to get to you, and they don’t care about harming other people to do it.” Jeonghan frowns,

“They must be intelligent too, considering they know how to get into your apartment unnoticed, ensure memory loss and not have us know a thing about them.”

“But what do they want? Money...or-”

“You.” all of you flinch at Seungcheol’s sudden appearance in the doorway, voice rough and bag in hand. His face softens as his eyes meet yours but he stays on the opposite side of the counter to you (clearly something you aren’t happy about). “Like the note said, he or she is after you.”

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of some creep desperate to have his claws in you.

“You know, after they get who they want a lot of stalkers end up killing their victims. They get bored of them eventually, or they can’t control them how they wan-”

“That’s enough, Seungkwan.” Cheol growls so scarily you you freeze in place, Jeonghan’s hand coming to rest on your arm in a soothing motion. Clearly he’s used to Seungcheol’s scary moments, but you aren’t, and his aggressive attitude has your legs shaking. 

Joshua looks over at you with sympathy, watching in slight worry as said man turns to look at you. His gaze is still cold and almost psychotic but he somehow manages to spit out caring words, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs and get changed? I’d like to talk to the boys alone for a moment.”

You glance down at the toast you haven’t even touched, “But-”

“Now.” he growls, quickly softening his resolve, “Please.”

You rush out of the room as fast as you can, feeling like a child scolded in front of all their friends. You can already hear shouting when you reach the half-landing and you feel terrible for bringing the boys into your chaotic life. Shaking off the heavy guilt, you grab some clothes and head for a shower in Cheol’s ensuite. 

You can finally relax when the hot water hits your skin, sending you into a comforting bliss. God, your life really is a mess, but is it your fault Seungcheol got dragged into it? I mean, he could’ve just left, he didn’t have to offer his home or himself to you. But then again, all of this started when you met him?

You sigh, resting your head against the cold shower wall as your thoughts plummet back into the cavern of negativity. You’re so desperate to find out who this stalker is you aren’t that bothered about your safety anymore, even if what Seungkwan said is true, at least you’ll finally know who’s so eager to be with you. You could sneak out tonight, maybe when the boys are out for drinks? That way, if your stalker was really as good as they seem then they would surely find you easily? And then you could confront them.

The angel on your shoulder is telling you this is the worlds stupidest idea, but the demon seems pretty damn keen.

-

You hadn’t spoken to Seungcheol for pretty much the rest of the day, but you’re sure it’s because he has been hiding from you - presumably not wanting to embarass you like that again. However, you did manage to convince Jeonghan into taking the boys out for drinks tonight rather than tomorrow. You recall the conversation; Jeonghan’s confusion as to why he would go out for drinks on a weekday, and then suddenly realising it was completely normal...strange.

“It’s almost like you don’t want to hang out with us,” Chan pouts as you rush him out of the door, trying to make sure he doesn’t get left behind (though Seungcheol is still lurking in the corridor).

“Of course I want to hang out with you, Channie, but it’s important you all still get your time together, without me.” You hug the very friendly man before shooing him away,

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone, ___?” You jump slightly at Cheol’s worried voice, turning to look at him.

“Yes, of course, I’ll be fine.” you smile sweetly, 

“I’ve locked all the windows and doors, but you have a key in case something happens and you need to get out. The other car’s on the drive if you need to get away, the keys are in the pot. Don’t open the door to anyone.” He orders, voice still soft and laced with concern, “If you need anything, or something happens, call me straight away. Okay?”

“Okay.” you place a kiss on his cheek, watching him walk away, only to turn back to you and grab your hands in his.

“And...about this morning, I-”

“-It’s fine.” You look up into his doe eyes, “Really.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I’m sorry. I normally don’t act like tha-”

“-Cheol. It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” You smile softly, tugging on his collar to pull him into quite a passionate kiss. His lips move carefully against yours, almost scared he’ll break you, while yours push against his with a desire you’ve never had before. Pulling away, you release your hold on his collar, trying to ignore the buzzing feeling of sparks in your chest, “Drive safely, and have fun.”

You push his shocked form out of the house and somehow manage to close the door, ignoring his yells of ‘Wait, I’ll stay!’ and ‘Why don't I just stay here with you?!’ after your very steamy kiss. 

Sighing, you rest your back against the door, waiting to hear the cars drive away before grabbing your coat and shoes. You choose to wait at half an hour before shoving your silent phone in your pocket, snatching up the car keys and setting off on your journey. 

Having pre-planned your destination, you pull up on the other side of the woods, away from the boys’ house. After careful thought you decided this would be a good spot. There are a few empty, wooden buildings that have clearly been abandoned for quite a while. It’s the perfect spot to meet a creep. 

Although naive, you did bring a knife and a bottle of pepper spray to prepare yourself for a sudden attack. You also have long nails...which would give you even more ability to stab.

Getting out of the car, you make sure to lock it, and it’s parked in the open so you can escape easily.

You hum to yourself as you glance around the site, all you really have to do is wait. Perhaps they would be more tempted if you were inside one of the buildings.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

You end up with something that looks like an old house, not very big but still a suitable home. 

Of course, it is slowly occuring to you that this isn’t the best idea, and even though the sky is a lot brighter due to summer it still isn’t bright enough to protect you from darkness. Shit. You don’t like the dark that much either. And there isn’t a light in this building for sure.

Time seems to be flying by as you’ve paused for thought in the hallway of the house. You’re thrown out of your mental debate as you hear a distant rumbling...that of a car. Rushing into the front room, you duck down just below the ‘window’ to hide yourself. The car seems to stop near yours and you hear the door slam. Footsteps seem to be growing closer and you dart to hide beside the doorway, pepper spray in hand.

When the front door opens, a familiar voice is heard. “___?”

You gasp, instantly running across the room to find a hiding spot behind the sofa. Holy shit.

“___, I know you’re here. Come out before I get mad.” 

You hear him come closer and hesitantly stand up from behind the sofa.

Seungcheol scowls at you, clearly furious. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Your eyes scan back down to the floor, analysing the hardwood. To be quite honest, you are completely terrified right now. After his outburst this morning, and the shouting that ensued, your legs are shaking and your heart racing. So much that your hands are gripping the sofa to stop you from collapsing.

“Answer me. Right fucking now.” he growls,

“I-I thought-”

“You thought? Did you? I really don’t think you fucking did!.” You can’t even look up, too scared to see his clearly volcanic reaction, “YOU CALL THIS THINKING? ANYONE WITH A BRAIN CELL WOULD THINK THIS WAS A FUCKING TERRIBLE IDEA.”

At this point your eyes are overflowing, tears streaming down your face as you sniffle. You’re frozen in your position, knuckles white and hair covering your face. You choke back a sob in the momentary silence.

“Fuck.” Seungcheol sighs, walking over to you and cradling you in his arms, “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry for yelling, okay?”

Your body’s natural instinct is to snuggle into his chest, but it fails to realise your fear barrier and instead you wobble slightly. 

“___, I’m sorry for yelling but even you have to admit this was a stupid idea. Did you really think you’d be able to defend yourself against a lust-filled maniac?” He squeezes you gently.

"I'm sorry." You manage to squeak out, finally feeling your limbs loosen slightly. Your arms wrap around Seungcheol and you press your face into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "I'm sorry."

He sighs heavily, fingers playing with your hair. "I know you are, sweetheart, but you have to understand everything I'm doing is to protect you. You clearly didn't think about this. We're going to find out who this person is and we're going to do it the safe way, even if it takes a long time."

"I know. I'm sorry." You whimper, fingers digging into his coat. You're not sure how he found you, but you're glad he did.

"I shouldn't get mad at you. It's not your fault this is happening. You just don't know what to do, I don't know what to do." He mumbles, soon lifting you up in his arms and carrying you back to the car.

Your journey home is long and you aren't a fan of how darkness hangs outside every window. You're afraid you'll look up to see your stalker just across from you, and Seungcheol, sick of your ignorance, will let him take you. Even though he apologised, you know he's still angry and maybe that anger would have him push you out of his life and into the hands of a potential killer.

Without the outside to focus on you find yourself gazing at your knees and occasionally Seungcheol. Because of this, you notice how he seems to doubt whether to take you back home or not. When he realises your confusion, he stutters out a sentence about the boys being intoxicated and thinking it could be a better idea to stay at a hotel.

After your protests, he solemnly drives you back home, pulling into the driveway with some hesitance. He seems to observe the house in an uncomfortable manner, and winces when he hears a loud smashing noise from inside, followed by what sounds like a snarl.

"What was that?" You gasp,

"I, um, stay in the c-no, come with me, let's get you upstairs." He seems to panic, rushing you across the driveway and unlocking the door faster than you can blink.

He attempts to rush you up the stairs but with one glance into the living room you freeze, a burning sensation covering your body as you're hit with immense fear. Your eyes meet those of something you've never seen before, something large, with huge teeth and blood coating it's fur. It's almost as if time stops as the terrifying creature just stares back at you.

"What is that?" You whisper, still completely frozen in fear, heart beating so fast your pulse is almost deafening.

"___, I can explain."

[despair-tummy]

Wrote some milky Byakuy.a Tog.ami

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Being locked in Hope’s Peak Academy for so long it was only natural they started to grow closer, forming platonic and romantic relationships that overcame whatever motive the mastermind threw at them. Course, when you have healthy people together it’s only natural that physical relations happened as well.

And of course, being as young as they were, their fertility was at its prime and it wasn’t exactly like anyone was going to go ask Monokuma for birth control. So it was hardly surprising that one of them finally fell pregnant, what was rather ironic was it was Sakura, who had warned them time and time again for everyone to be careful whenever they decided to brag about a rendezvous with their romantic partner.

Though it wasn’t like anyone dared to point that out considering she was undoubtedly one of the strongest among them, and considering the father was the most feared biker gang leader in Japan, so everyone held their tongue about the irony.

Now, even with them refusing the motives Monokuma threw at them to try and tempt them to commit murder they still sought a way out of the school daily. Though some were better about the current circumstances than others.

It was hardly a surprise that it was Byakuya who was less than happy that Sakura ‘couldn’t pull her own weight’ as he had bluntly put it. Showing little regard to all the side effects that came along with pregnancy, insisting she was just as capable as before. Had it not been for Sakura insisting for Mondo to pay no mind to him, there might have finally been a murder.

Months passed and she was fortunate enough to deliver a healthy little girl, but even then Byakuya still expected her to be just as capable as the others when searching for an exit shortly after delivery. And of course, there were times when they weren’t searching for a way out he didn’t hold back his comments.

Now wasn’t any different, it was a regular breakfast at the dining hall for everyone. While labour and delivery had gone smoothly, Sakura was still going through the process of recovering and on top of that, both she and Mondo were tired from being first-time parents.

Breakfast was going as smoothly as it usually did, Byakuya’s distaste for everyone normally was kept quiet as long as no one bothered him they wouldn’t be subjected to any comments. But today he couldn’t hold his tongue, had he did that the unfortunate and embarrassing situation he would find himself in next probably would have been avoided.

“Must you do that here?” he said the second Sakura started to nurse once her daughter became in need of food.

“Is there a problem?” Sakura answered, lifting her gaze from the infant to him.

“It’s indecent.”

“It’s natural.”

“At least have the decency to cover up instead of exposing yourself,” he argued lightly, sipping his coffee.

“Considering we’re in the presence of a mechanical bear attempting to get us to murder each other, a serial killer with a fetish for murdering young men, Toko and Hifumi, I hardly see why nursing of all things is something that disgusts you.” Celestia pointed out.

“I hardly see why she can’t do that privately.” he huffed.

“If you got a problem with my girlfriend you got a problem with me,” Mondo warned through gritted teeth, about to get up from his seat until Sakura placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t,“ she warned. “I won’t let our daughter be exposed to senseless violence. If it bothers him that much he is free to leave.”

“Ah, finally someone suggests something sensible,” Byakuya said, getting up from his seat. “I lost my appetite anyway,” he spoke, abandoning his breakfast and leaving the dining hall.

The library seemed the ideal place, hardly anyone went there unless it was Kiyotaka grabbing some textbooks to study or Toko following him and filling up the library with her foul order. But this morning it seemed he had the library to himself with everyone still eating breakfast, he could just read and enjoy a hot drink to pass the time.

Byakuya swore under his breath, remembering he had left his coffee alongside his abandoned breakfast. Not wanting to go through the hassle of making another mug, he decided to return to the dining hall. After all, his original cup should still be a sufficient temperature for him to drink.

Byakuya felt their collective and judgmental stares as he returned, but as usual, he couldn’t care less. They were merely plebeians, beneath him in every way imaginable. He retrieved his cup of coffee and left, returning once again to the library, safely away from those clods.

He settled himself into his usual spot in the library, armed with a book and a cup of coffee he began to read.

It was when he was a fourth into the book he was reading and finished off the rest of his coffee, which was when the odd sensation overwhelmed him.

At first, it was mild, just a small tingly sensation in his chest. Nothing that seemed alarming at the moment, but then the sensation grew. Going to a tingly feeling to pressure, a lot of it. He doubled over in discomfort, both hands clutching his chest.

What was this!? Heart palpitations? No, it felt like it was in his pectorals as opposed to where his heart was. He cupped both of them and Byakuya’s vibrant blue eyes widen as he felt both spots begin to expand.

“Wha-what is this!?”

Byakuya was known for his put together yet cold demeanour, but if someone were to walk in on him now they would find all that was thrown out the window and in its place was a stuttering and panicking mess of a man.

By now Byakuya was cupping his pecs as they grew, as they rounded out the realization hit him... he was developing breasts. But how!? To his knowledge, he didn’t have a medical condition like gynecomastia, and even if he did it was impossible for such a condition to manifest instantly.

But it appeared all the intellect Byakuya possessed couldn’t come up with a feasible explanation as to why this was happening to him. He stifled a moan as his breasts grew, pushing up tightly against the fabric of his shirt. It wasn’t painful, but there was so much pressure. Byakuya bit into his lower lip to avoid crying out from the sensation. Unlike the dorms, the library wasn’t soundproof, and he refused to give anyone a reason to rush into the library and see him in such a state of distress.

He flinched as a button flew off from his white dress shirt, shortly followed by a second one. Revealing a copious amount of soft and pillowy cleavage that rivalled Aoi in terms of size.

It was then finally the growth had stopped, but even then his newly developed breasts felt sore and tender to the touch. Byakuya’s heart kept racing, his face a shade of vibrant red as he stared down at the two soft masses. How...how did this happen!? There was nothing medically wrong with him that came to mind that would inflict such a transformation on him...unless this was inflicted by someone else.

His eyes glanced at his empty cup of coffee. Of course! How could he be so foolish? He abandoned his drink and left it out in the open, anyone could have slipped him something!

“Those useless little-“ he paused, feeling something wet and warm.

He blinked, once again looking down at himself in disbelief. Seeing two damp spots right where his newly developed breasts were. Was he... lactating? His face flushed an even brighter shade of red before his hands curled into fists.

He immediately marched off, though with the amount of milk brewing in his chest and the lack of any proper support made this an uncomfortable task. Byakuya flinched as the milk sloshed in his chest at the slightest movement, every bounce just caused the milk to leak from his nipples.

“For the love of...,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest in hopes that keeping them still would ease some of the discomfort.

With his bust somewhat under control, Byakuya returned back to the dining hall.

“Alright, who did it!?” he demanded, glaring at those in the dining hall.

“What the hell happened to you?” Leon questioned the moment Byakuya lowered his arms, revealing his bust.

“Whoa, you could make a fortune with those things!” Yasuhiro laughed.

Byakuya gritted his teeth, glaring at those who didn’t leave the dining hall. His eyes laid upon Mondo, who sat there with a smug grin on his face.

“You!” Byakuya accused, pointing a finger at Mondo. “Explain yourself at once!”

“Well, what can I say?” he smirked. “You don’t fuck with my girls.”

“There’s...you...” Byakuya stuttered, trying to ignore the ache in his breasts. “There’s no way you alone would be smart enough to pull something like this off!”

“Kyoko might have mentioned something in the chem lab.” he shrugged.

“You...you...” never in Byakuya’s life did he ever think that mere commoners would be able to inflict such humiliation upon him. Of course, it had to be Kyoko to assist the biker buffoon, she was one of the few (if not the only) one besides himself to possess some intellect.

“Uhh... Byakuya?” Yasuhiro interrupted. “You’re leaking.”

He blinked and looked down at his bosom, sure enough, the milk-soaked spots on his shirt were growing. His face turned beet red and he immediately turned around and marched off. Byakuya’s breasts bounce from the brisk pace he walked, he flinched in discomfort. Once again he folded his arms against his chest for support and fled the dining hall and into the privacy of his dorm room.

By the time Byakuya returned to his dorm, his poor dress shirt was soaked from all the leakage.

“What a mess, disgraceful,” Byakuya muttered under his breath.

To be the head of the Togami empire and in such a state.... if this wasn’t temporary he would have to find the antidote, assuming Kyoko and Mondo didn’t expect him to get on his knees and beg. But Mondo was with Sakura and it would be out of character for her to let his suffering go on, she could be reasoned with if push comes to shove.

But for now that all could wait, in the meantime he needed to tidy up and try to look presentable during this predicament. Byakuya took off his blazer and hung it on a chair, next he unbutton his wet dress shirt. Hmp, once they got out of this school he would most certainly be sending the dry cleaner bill to those two plebeians! Forcing them into unimaginable debt for this little stunt seemed like the ideal form of payback until he could come up with something harsher.

He peeled the dress shirt off his leaking chest, he suppressed a shudder upon realizing just how sticky with milk he was. His nipples were red and puffy, leaking with an almost translucent white liquid.

Byakuya frowned, both his breasts were swollen, sore and sagging with copious amounts of breastmilk. He cupped them both again, hoping to better inspect his current predicament and find a way to undo it sooner rather than later. He could only imagine the vulgar comments that would come from Hifumi, Toko and Syo if they caught him like this. He shuddered at the thought, the two (or three of you count Toko’s murderous split personality, Syo) were already bothersome perverts, but if they saw him leaking breastmilk everywhere? He didn’t even want to think about it!

It was then he felt something lukewarm and wet on his hands. He looked down and saw his breast were leaking, not like little droplets. This was much more akin to a miniature steady stream.

Now, normally Byakuya prided himself on being among the most talented when it came to keen intellect and being put on the spot. It took a lot to leave him a panicking mess, and sudden breast development followed by messy leaking proved to be it.

He frantically tried to rack up his brain for ideas, trying to come up with something to avoid making a bigger mess. Milk leaked out from his swollen nipples and onto the floor, with every second he wasted panicking.

“The bathroom!” he cried aloud to himself, the drain in the shower would be perfect!

He rushed to the bathroom, remember to support his bust this time to avoid any painful bouncing. The second he stepped inside he shut the door and sighed in relief. Letting the milk leak freely from his bosom.

There, that would help avoid any more messes. Byakuya’s blue eyes watched intently as the fluid leaked from his nipples, down his soft breasts and down onto the floor and into the shower drain. How long would it take until he managed to drain a decent amount? He refused to have to stay and wait until the milk stopped dripping from his chest when he could be contributing to finding a way out of this cursed school.

What if he could coax some out faster? It seemed like a logical solution and a favourable one as opposed to waiting around. But what wasn’t favourable was how he would have to do so.

Byakuya brought his slender finger to his darken nipple, from there he brushed a thumb against it, coaxing out more milk. His lips formed a straight line throughout the whole ordeal, this just made him feel like a dairy cow as opposed to a man with status, power, intellect and wealth. But it got the job done, he couldn’t complain there.

But even he wasn’t satisfied with his current solution, it still meant this would be far too time-consuming for his standards. But what else could he do?

His teeth gently sunk into his lower lip, there was one more thing he could try... even if it would make him look even less like a dignified heir.

He firmly cupped his left breast, getting a good grip on it before hefting it up and guiding his nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. Right away he was met with a somewhat sweet taste of the milk.

It didn’t taste as disgusting as he thought it would be, but as he continued to nurse from his own breast a new problem arose. What to do with the mouthful of milk he was carrying? Spitting it out and letting it travel down the drain was one idea, but once again it was messy and the act of spitting was disgusting. But what else could he do?

What if he swallowed it? The idea seemed disgusting at first, but the taste wasn’t repulsive. Dare to say... Byakuya liked it. The very thought made him mentally cringe, but the delicious taste was outweighing the weirdness. So without much choice and the pros outweighing the cons, he gulped down his breastmilk.

The second the fluid travelled down his gullet and settled in his stomach he immediately wasted no time following that by a second swallow, a third, fourth and so on and so on.

It quickly became less of a chore to do and more of a pleasurable experience, as much as he hated to admit it. A final milky mouthful and he eventually detached, taking a moment to breathe.

There, that seemed to ease up the leakage... in his left breast at least. The right one was still a mess, giving him little choice but to tend to that one as well. Not that Byakuya could complain, truthfully even with the vast amount of liquid he drank, Byakuya felt like he could stomach some more.

After gently letting go of his left breast, he carefully lifted the other one up to his mouth, latching on he began to suckle again.

Just like before, his tastebuds were met with the creamy fluid that he guzzled down with ease.

Byakuya was beyond pleased with his decision to go into the safety of his dorm’s bathroom, there were no cameras and he could only imagine just how humorous the mastermind would have found this if they saw him of all people doing such a thing.

But each mouthful he swallowed helped erased the thought of even more potential embarrassment. It was when Byakuya was full he finally removed his mouth, taking a second to breathe before licking a smear of milk off his lips.

“That...wasn’t completely repulsive.” that was about as far as he would go when it came to verbally admitting that he enjoyed the taste even if mentally his mind was eagerly looking forward to the next time his chest needed draining. “Perhaps this will be easier to deal with then I thought.”

And maybe he could find whatever he was given in the chem lab when the first dose wore off or when he needed to eventually take the antidote.

[writers-hes]

please don’t be in love with someone else. // angst + fluff

in which she finds a small note on her jacket pocket & he reminisces all the good times they’ve had together

part 1

word count; 1923

it’s been two weeks since japan. two weeks since that awkward flight back home. two weeks since the raging storm. two weeks. two fucking weeks since you last saw him.

// new york, months prior. //

you met up with your friend, eli. you met him in one of harry’s live shows. you were backstage, cheering on your boyfriend as you watched him grace the stage with his presence. eli came to you.

“so you’re harry’s girlfriend, huh?” he teased. you nodded absentmindedly and continued to watch harry on stage. you never really talked to to eli but you didn’t know that that was about to change. “you know, before i started to be his stylist, i was such a huge fan of harry that when i found out he had a girlfriend i was so mad.” he chuckled.

you smiled and said, “i’m lucky, aren’t i?” you and harry was so in love then, what happened?

 // new york, present day. //

 “eli!” you called as you knocked on the door of his studio apartment. you heard shuffling from the other side of the door and faint music. tonight, you and eli was about to have a movie night. it has been a while since you last had one, not since you and harry broke up, not since japan. your friend opens the door and immediately engulfs you into a hug.

“how have you been, doll? i heard about what happened.” he asks. he was worried about you. he could sense that you were starting to isolate yourself again, barely on social media, barely texting, barely talking.

“yeah, i’ll get over it. is it okay if we talk about some other stuff? i don’t really wanna talk about him right now.” you murmured. it’s been hard trying to accept that harry’s not there for you anymore. honeymoon season was over and so were you. you heard eli sigh, probably pitying your current state. you would never be seen outside without combing your hair. you always had your hair combed down or tied up.

“here, let me get you jacket and you can go to the kitchen and check on the popcorn in the microwave, okay?” your friend said. you nodded and padded your way into his studio apartment in brooklyn. as you arrive, you watch the bag inside the appliance move around. pop, pop, pop. the popping of the snack was ringing in your ears. harry, harry, harry. he was all you could think about. the close were closing in and you were heaving. harry…thud.

eli rushed over to your side upon hearing you fall to the ground. you were a sobbing mess in the kitchen floor and you heard him reassure you that everything’s going to be fine but you knew it wouldn’t. harry was your best friend before he was you boyfriend. “e-eli…all my f-fault we’re o-over…” you managed between deep breaths. you heard him say ‘no, it’s not’ repeatedly.

“c’mon, love. let me get you to the sofa and you can relax there, alright? i’ll take care of everything.” he said. he guided you to his couch and let you sit there. he breathed deeply, he didn’t know the break-up took a toll on you this badly.

// los angeles, so close, yet so far. //

           harry was cooped up in his l.a. home. he was in his bedroom floor, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. he’s been sleeping since two weeks ago and it was his only way to cope. he’d rather escape from the truth instead of face it. he’d rather dream about you two together instead of waking up only to find himself all alone. his house was cold and it’s wasn’t even home anymore. you made it cosy, made sure that it felt home-y and warm. right now, all he sees is the harsh white and brown indoor design of his house. it used to be so warm in here but he regretted it now. he should’ve gotten a few more colours other than the plainness of white and brown.

           “harry…” mitch called. he was worried that harry wasn’t eating properly. your break-up took a toll on him emotionally and the both of you weren’t exactly sure on who to pinpoint the blame to so you just blamed yourselves. no matter how hard you try to figure it out, the both of you know that your significant other was too perfect and too kind to make a mistake. harry looked up to his friend with swollen eyes. he had been crying and mitch couldn’t help but be mad at you for breaking up with harry.

           “i miss her so much, mitch…” harry murmured. he knows you were in brooklyn with eli and he’s been trying to force his feelings down. he wanted to see you so badly and ask if you would take him back. he was willing to do anything and everything if it meant you’d take him back.

           “there’s nothing we could do about it, harry. she’s far away from you. what happened in japan anyway, if you don’t mind me asking? you were so happy when you left and you came back here and suddenly, the world is shit.” mitch asked. nobody knew what happened in japan that caused the break up between the both of you.

// japan, two weeks ago //

“isn’t tokyo so beautiful, harry?” you sighed. “i’ve been waiting all my life to see the cherry blossoms and it’s finally here—i’m finally here with you.” you were walking in a park in tokyo, sakura blossoms falling from the trees. it was your third day in japan and you couldn’t be happier. you were here with the love of your life, holding his hands tightly.

“you haven’t even been to the cat café, bub. i swear, harry is the cutest cat you’ll ever see. he has this cute bow-tie around his neck and his little paws!” he gushed. you chuckled. he’s been talking about the little munchkin cat that was named after him.

“i know but we’ll go there once we finish the cherry blossom trail, i promise.” your boyfriend smiled contently and put his hand around your waist. he pulled you closer. boyfriend, funny how that sounds. funny how that changes in a few hours.

it was already sunset and harry was taking you to the cat café to meet the smaller harry. you were in the cab, snuggling with harry whilst you watch the scenery from outside. japan was so beautiful. “are you excited?” he asked. you nodded. you were excited because something heavy was sitting in your bag. it was as if the small velvet box could melt your bag easily and escape. he didn’t know what the surprise was. in fact, he was just there to take you to little harry while you were surrounded by cats of many breeds.

you arrive at a low-rise building near shibuya crossing. surprisingly, the café wasn’t crowded, at all. this made you giddy. you and harry can have your time alone.

“harry, is this your fiancée?” one of the waitresses asked. she knew harry instantly because she was there when the munchkin cat was named after him. besides, who couldn’t forget such a pretty face?

harry immediately let go of your hand, as if he was disgusted by the thought of you possibly getting married. this hurt you and harry knew that it did but he wasn’t ready. he loved you and he really did it’s just that, for him, it wasn’t the time yet. he wasn’t ready yet.

tears prickled your eyes and you tried to blink them away. what you had in your bag was a promise ring. a promise that he will have you forever. it wasn’t an engagement ring yet but you wanted to let him know that he has you as long as he wants you. this was supposed to be the highlight of your trip, him having a tangible proof that you are his in his favourite place in all of tokyo. but that went down the drain the moment he let go of you, the moment he anxiously repeated the word that you didn’t want to hear.

 no.

you felt hurt for every no he said and you were so embarrassed, so sad that you didn’t care if he was calling out to you. you had to get out of there fast. you ran away from the building and what hurt most was that he didn’t bother to run after you.

// new york, present day //

“a promise ring?” eli asked. it was such a mess. you wanted him to have you and he didn’t want to be tied down with an engagement. you nodded and wiped your runny nose. eli cooed and thought that this could’ve been prevented if you just talked to him.

“i...booked an earlier flight back here in new york and changed hotels. i also changed my number in japan. i had to buy a new card. i was…so humiliated…” you sobbed. “from there, i just assumed that we were o-over…he never came in our shared apartment…not b-bothered to c-call me…”

“maybe it’s because you left so abruptly? he was probably hurt you left japan without telling him,” he says.

“i shouldn’t have a-ssumed th-that he wanted to be with me…what’s w-wrong with me?” your words pinched eli’s heart. he knew that harry would do anything and everything for you if you just asked. it was obvious that harry would want you. you were so smitten with each other—unconsciously touching each other, even if it’s just a hand on your lap. he loved you so much and so did you.

// los angeles, present day //

“fuck, harry. that probably offended her…” mitch said. “have you even talked to her or ran after her?”

“no…look, i was to embarrassed with what i did. i love her, mate. m’not sure why i reacted the way i did…obviously, i wanna be married to her one day…” harry slowly said. the thought of you happy with another man was making him sadder. “i wanna come see her…” with newfound determination, harry picked up his phone and opened his contacts. he looked for the person you were with at that very moment.

“hello?” eli greeted. eli was in in the bathroom, trying to hide the fact that he was talking to him.

“is…is she there, eli?” he croaked.

on the other end, eli was just sad for the both of you. “y-yeah. fuck! what’d you do, harry? poor thing looked like a mess when she arrived today. been crying since she arrived at my place. i don’t know how to handle this.” eli was curt wit harry. he may still believe that harry loved her but not checking up on you was fucked up.

tears fell down on harry’s cheeks. it was all his fault and he couldn’t do anything about it right now. “i’m coming there soon…i wanna see her. sorry, so sorry…” he hung up right after and looked for the soonest flight he could see.

“are you sure you wanna do this, mate?” mitch asked harry before parking in front of lax. harry nodded. he was going to see you and he couldn’t wait to do so.

---

my first ever fanfic!! this will be a mini series. will update you all soon.

[pain-somnia]

ssm day 5: festival

SasuSaku Month Day 5 Rating: T (for language) Title: Cat Raffle Disclaimer Day’s Notes: posting tonight because my family plans on making sure I leave the house tomorrow, even though I kind of hate going to the beach. This fic is dedicated to and was inspired by @cherrydangome who told me that there was a club at her university that was dedicated to feeding the cats that lived on their campus. I really made this to fulfill my desire for more SasuSaku + Team Taka College AUs. It’s super short but I hope you enjoy it!

Cat Raffle

He was running late.

Sasuke sighed, shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder adjusting the weight. He had meant to arrive earlier to his university before the rest of the circle members did so he could supervise them as they set up their booth. There was no telling what trouble they could get into if he left them alone.

Being the president of his circle was a lot more responsibility than he thought it would be, especially considering the last president had assigned him the job because he was the only one that could remember all of the names of the cats and the only one that could tell them apart.

Kiba was in charge of fixing the ruined the banner with his girlfriend Tamaki...Suigetsu was in charge of picking up extra charcoal for the grill…

Sighing to himself again, Sasuke mentally went over all of the jobs the members had for their festival booth. The vice president, Uzumaki Karin, had given him a schedule with a typo and if he hadn’t noticed it that morning he would have been running even more late and would have only arrived after the festival had started.

The original plan was to run a cat cafe inspired by the fact they were the cat circle that cared for the cats that lived on campus but the idea was vetoed as soon as they had suggested it due to the fact the festivities would be outdoors and they wouldn't be able to set up shop in the small area they were assigned for their stand.

“If our circle was one of the sports clubs we could have a better spot too,” Karin had complained.

She had planned to use Sasuke as bait to trade for a more favorable stand location but Sasuke was having none of it. It was already hard enough dealing with circle applicants that only wanted to join to flirt with him instead of making sure all of the cats were fed.

They really needed more funding to take care of all of the cats. Sasuke knew he was to blame for switching the food they originally used to a more expensive but healthier option. And it didn’t help that the amount of cats they were responsible for went up when one of the cats ended up becoming a mother.

“Hey Karin,” Sasuke spoke into his cell phone after he heard her pick up. “I’m almost there but is there anything we still need? Jugo was supposed to━”

“What do you mean you’re almost here!?” Karin shrieked through the speaker. “How far away are you?”

“I’m at the uni’s train station. Well, actually I’m away from it now. I should be there soon.” Sasuke stopped talking and listened to the scramble on Karin’s end. She had shouted at someone that was whimpering about money. “Are you shaking down customers? Don’t do anything illegal.”

“Festival isn’t open yet. Just how long until you get here?”

“I should be at the stand in about five minutes.” Sasuke pulled his phone away from his ear when Karin shrieked again and started barking orders at their fellow circle members. He sped up, knowing if he didn’t get there soon that she was bound to traumatize one of their underclassmen.

A lot of the other circles were still setting up their booths. He scanned them as he made his way to his own, keeping his eye out for anything that would give away the astronomy club or the color pink…

Unfortunately he didn’t find the astronomy booth. Instead he found a large crowd gathering where his circle’s stand was supposed to be.

What the fuck? The festival doesn’t even been open for half an hour.

“Oh, shit!” Kiba spotted him first. He was wearing the cat ears and tail the club members were supposed to wear for the festival but he was holding a sign that he didn’t want Sasuke to see━or at least that’s what seemed to be the case considering he crumpled it and tried to shove it behind his back.

“What are those dumbasses doing now?” Sasuke muttered under his breath, pushing through the crowd. “What the hell is that?”

Sasuke grabbed the plastic fishbowl Suigetsu  was trying to hide under the table next to their stand. He pried it out of his grip only to be tackled by a short person in a mascot costume.

“I’m assuming the child sized cat is Karin.” The mascot batted its paws at him in a pathetic attempt at punching. “Definitely Karin. No one else would fit in that.”

Sasuke pulled himself, standing Karin up in the process and removing the giant cat head she was wearing. Her messy spikes on the right side of her head were in more of a disarray than usual due to helmet hair and her face was sweaty and a shade of red that could rival her hair.

“You’re overheating in that thing. I thought Kiba was supposed to wear the costume?”

“He was!” Karin huffed, taking a deep breath of air. “But some asshole━” she turned and glared at Suigetsu, “━rented a costume in the wrong size!”

“Speaking of him,” Sasuke made to grab the fishbowl full of tickets again but it had disappeared, “what the fuck are you guys up to?”

“It’s a raffle,” Jugo answered from behind the grill where he was cooking up yakitori. Sasuke had wanted to prepare dango but the astronomy club had beaten them to the punch. It would have been more ideal to prepare something sweet even though it wasn’t to his taste.

“A raffle for what?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the obvious mastermind of the raffle idea. Karin crossed her arms in front of her chest and pointedly looked everywhere but at him. “What did you guys raffle off?”

Kiba coughed into his fist and pretended to look for Tamaki. Suigetsu moved behind their stand, guarding the raffle tickets they had collected. Their underclassmen were smart enough to make themselves scarce and find things to do elsewhere.

“What. Did. You. Guys. Make. The. Prize?” He looked around at his classmates and shook his head. “No. I’m not doing it. What is this, a bad shoujo manga? Put a stop to this now.”

“It’s too late.” Shino appeared from within the crowd. “We sold all of the tickets. We’re not returning any of the money, it’s too much and the cats need it. You will just need to make the sacrifice as our club president.”

“Yeah! Do it for the cats, Prez!” Suigetsu snickered.

“Besides,” Karin adjusted her glasses back on her face, “Sakura-chan bought a ticket.”

“I don’t know why that would make a difference,” Sasuke mumbled, averting his gaze. “She must really like the campus cats.”

“Riiiigghhtt,” Karin dragged out the word, giving him a sly grin.

Sasuke was really good at keeping secrets but nothing ever got past Karin. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that he had a crush on her best friend. She had practically dangled Sakura in front of him any chance she got ever since they were first years. He thought, maybe, because Karin had joined the Cat Circle that she would drag Sakura along with her to apply, but Sakura joined the Astronomy Club instead.

As much as Sasuke would have liked the act of buying a raffle ticket to be about him, it was more likely that Sakura just wanted to show support for her friends and because she adored the campus cats. She was always the first one to like the photos Sasuke posted on the circle’s twitter account when he photographed one of the cats.

But if she wins, maybe we can hang out without Karin for once...

“Statistically, buying one ticket does nothing for her odds of winning,” Shino reminded him, instantly crushing any hope Sasuke had. He knew it was a long shot but hearing it out loud made the improbability even more real.

“So you’re going to wait until the end of the festival to announce the winner?” Sasuke accepted his fate. In the end, he could always have the winner follow him around as he tended to the cats and hope that they would get bored with all of the chores.

“Nope!’ Karin put her cat head back on and grabbed a megaphone from behind their yakitori stand. “I’m going to announce the winner right now. The raffle was only open to the students anyway so we should wrap it all up before we open to the public.”

Karin stood on a wooden crate even though it didn’t help much to give her more height. She turned on her megaphone and let the feedback from the mic squeal in order to get everyone’s attention.

“We’re announcing the winner now.”

Karin gestured with her head, nodding Suigetsu over to her with the fishbowl. He dug his hand in to the bowl and swirled his hand around before pulling out one of the tickets. He handed the winning ticket over to Karin and she announced the number to everyone.

“Two thousand three hundred and seven!” Karin looked around the crowd as they all began to murmur amongst themselves trying to figure out who won. Karin clicked the megaphone back on, not caring about making sure it didn’t pick up any of the horrible feedback. “If that’s not your ticket number then scram!”

The crowd started to disperse, not without a few loud complaints from students that had bought multiple tickets. Soon all of them were off to enjoy the rest of the festival and to tend to their own booths except for one person. Sasuke did a double take, not sure how he had missed the rose gold hair in the crowd. Despite her small stature, the color always made her stand out.

“Um, I think I won.” Sakura held up her ticket, a blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks. “I wanted to walk around the festival with Sasuke-kun, but if you don’t want to━”

“You won fair and square,” Sasuke cut her off. “We can set up a time to meet up later.”

The members of his circle watched as he walked Sakura back to her booth, waiting for him to get as far away from their stand as possible.

“Thank God that worked, huh?” Kiba sighed, throwing away the battered sign into the trash bin. “How much did we make anyway?”

“Enough to buy cat food for the next two years.” Shino counted the raffle money and locked it in their cash box. “And some. Good job, Karin-san.”

“Rigging the raffle was way too easy.” Karin’s voice came muffled through the cat head helmet. “Those idiots are just so goddamn slow, they would have graduated without any progress.”

“So senpai won’t be mad at us, right?” One of the underclassmen asked, wringing a towel in his hands.

“We’re just going to have to hope Sakura-chan distracts him.” Suigetsu clapped a hand on the underclassman’s shoulder reassuringly.

Karin was about to make her rounds for advertisement again when her phone’s message tone rang from her costume’s apron. Picking it up she unlocked it read a message from Sasuke.

Don’t think you guys aren’t going to get it later.

[needdl]

One Spawn at a Time (Part Two)

Part One    Part Two

FFN and AO3

It could be said that Neji was very stressed out. It could also be said that Naruto was slightly fond of ramen. Both would be understatements.

“Neji,” Tenten said very calmly from where she was slowly bouncing up and down on an exercise ball, “I know that telling you to relax won’t actually help you relax in any way, but could you at least pretend to relax?”

“I could try,” he said, somewhat numbly. He’d stopped blinking again. “But I doubt I will be good at it.”

“Okay.” She bounced in silence for a few moments, then said, “Holy fuck, this is taking a long time. How long since I first woke you up?”

He checked his watch. “Almost seven hours.”

“Wow.” She slowed to a halt. “And that’s after I waited for an hour too.”

“You what?”

“I wanted to be sure they were real contractions. Plus I figured if they were real then it’d be best to let you sleep for as long as possible.”

“Tenten- how could you- what if you-” Neji sputtered for a moment, then burst out, “Next time, let me know right away when they start.”

She grinned at him, and despite the exhaustion in her eyes they still sparkled with humor. “Let’s get through this one first, babe.”

There was a quiet knock on the door, and they both blinked at each other for a moment before Tenten called, “Come in!”

Sakura poked her head in the room with a barely-contained grin. “Hi!”

“Hey!” Tenten was just as excited to see her. “You must be about to start your shift, huh?”

“Yeah! I just wanted to quick drop in and say hi, I hope that’s okay-”

“Of course it is!”

Sakura brightened up even more. “So this is it! Big moment!”

“Can you call it a moment if it takes more than six hours?” Neji questioned dryly.

Sakura’s eyes went round. “How far apart are your contractions?” There was a pause as she analyzed what she had said, then held up a finger. “That was definitely my doctor voice.”

They both smirked at her, and she said hastily, “I’m asking as a friend. I am definitely not your OB-GYN.”

“Oh really?” Tenten said. “I hadn’t any idea. They’re about seven minutes apart, we got to the hospital about an hour ago when they were closer to ten minutes apart.”

“That’d put you at the end of your latent stage then. And your water hasn’t broken yet?”

“Nope,” Tenten said wryly. “It’s all such fun.”

“Well, I can’t say from experience but I’ve been told that active labor is much more painful.”

They both stared at her flatly. Tenten said, with no inflection to her voice whatsoever, “Thanks, Sakura. I feel so good about that.”

“Happy to help.” Sakura’s pager went off, and she muted it with a little sigh. “Well, hopefully I haven’t put you off to the point that you don’t let me drop by later if it’s an okay time?”

“If I’m not in the middle of pushing a baby out of me, sure.”

“Great.” Sakura walked over and hugged Tenten (who patted her back somewhat awkwardly in response) then burst out, “OH MY GOD TENTEN YOU’RE HAVING YOUR BABYYYYYY.”

“Yes?” Tenten’s face was smushed into Sakura’s abdomen and her face wasn’t visible, but the confusion in her voice came through loud and clear. “What did you think was happening?”

“Shut up, I know you’re having a baby,” Sakura snapped, “But you’re MY FRIEND AND YOU’RE HAVING A BABY. TENTEN IS HAVING HER BABY.”

Tenten twisted her face around to look at Neji and mouthed, ‘Help me.’

He cleared his throat. “Sakura, if you wouldn’t mind…”

“Right, right.” Sakura stepped away from Tenten somewhat reluctantly. “Ugh, I can’t even handle this. See you later if you aren’t in horrible pain and you hopefully have a baby!”

Tenten was not in horrible pain when Sakura next saw her, but neither did she have a baby.

She was reading on the bed when Sakura came in during her break, looking slightly sweaty and uncomfortable but otherwise fine. Neji was nowhere in sight.

“Knock, knock.” Sakura said.

“Who’s there,” Tenten muttered to herself, then seemed to realize what was actually happening. “Oh, right. Hey Sakura.”

“No baby?”

“Well, there’s a baby, but it’s really just not feeling the whole ‘birth’ thing.”

Sakura frowned a little as she took a seat. “Wait, do you not know the gender?”

“Nope.” Tenten put her book to the side and stretched out her neck. “Hyuga tradition, I guess.”

“Huh. Speaking of Hyugas, where’s yours?”

Tenten grinned fondly. “He went out to grab us some lunch. Should be back in a few, actually.”

“Ah. Well, besides labor, how’s your day?”

“Pretty uneventful, honestly. I’m mostly just bored in between contractions. Neji is super unwilling to make out with me to keep me entertained, for some reason.”

Sakura stared at her, looking awkward. “Oh, well- um.”

Tenten let the silence draw out for a bit, then said, “Anyway. How’s your day going?”

Tenten and Neji were actually playing cards when Tenten’s water finally broke, resulting in him panicking and her feeling mildly disappointed that the cards got crumpled and, kind of disgustingly, wet in the resulting flurry of action, rendering them unusable in the future.

And Sakura was quite right. Active labor was much more painful then latent labor.

Hui Na Hyuga was born at 2:38 PM on June 13th. She weighed 7 pounds and 2 ounces and had what was apparently the loudest cry the doctors had heard all day.

Tenten held it together all through the delivery, but the second Hui Na was placed on her chest she started bawling her eyes out right along with the baby. Neji, right at her side with purple fingers where she had been clenching her hand around his through her contractions, surreptitiously wiped away a few of his own tears as well.

Delivering the placenta was a piece of cake when she had a baby to hold in her arms and coo over. She was a little slimy still, but Tenten’s lower area was slimy too so who was she to judge? (Her upper area was just sweaty.)

Once things had settled down a bit and Tenten was cleaned up, she took a longer moment to look over Hui Na’s tiny, delicate features, Neji at her side and staring down at the baby with gentle eyes. They counted up her fingers and toes- twenty of each, of course, but it was so fun to check- and gently stroked her arms.

“She’s so soft,” Tenten whispered, awestruck. Neji hummed in response, hugging her a little closer and resting his head on her shoulder. She propped her head on top of his as they both watched Hui Na yawn, captivated.

“This is like the shot people always show in TV shows and stuff when they have a baby.” Tenten murmured. They certainly were picturesque, curled together on the hospital bed and cradling their child.

Neji hummed in response again. Tenten rolled her eyes. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Hm.” He never stopped staring at Hui Na, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Fair enough.”

Hui Na let out the tiniest of whines as she squirmed around a bit under her blankets. They both watch with bated breath as she settled herself back down.

“That was so intense,” Tenten whispered, only 70% joking.

Neji hummed.

Tenten woke up from a nap and instantly felt the soreness in her entire body reminding her that yes, she did in fact have a baby a few hours ago.

It went away a little, though, when she rolled over and saw a shirtless Neji seated in a chair and cradling a diaper-clad Hui Na to his chest.

“Why’re… shirt.” She slurred.

“She pooped on me,” Neji said. Tenten blinked a few times, unsure whether she should be upset that she missed her baby’s first poop or not.

“How’d it go?” She asked.

“...Fine, I think. A nurse came in during your nap and did some check ups on Hui Na. She’s doing well.”

Tenten smiled. “Yaaay!” She pushed herself up to a sitting position and stretched her arms out in front of her, rolling her shoulders a little to shake out some residual tension. “You think we should try breastfeeding again in a little bit?”

“Your breasts, your call.”

She grinned and shook her head at the phrasing. “Your baby.”

“Your baby too.”

Tenten beamed at the little baby girl in Neji’s arms. “Yeahhhh.”

Neji had wanted children almost the minute he realized he could have his own someday.

His father had been his entire world for a long time, and though his death was devastating- even now, sometimes- he remembered how much they had meant to one another. Sometimes he thought he was one of the few bright spots in Hizashi’s short life.

(Neji was already older than Hizashi was when he died, which pained him deeply to think about.)

But he remembered that bond, and longed to have it again someday, and if it meant becoming a father then it would be something he would relish.

At one point, he realized that to have children in a stereotypical way would mean having sex and getting someone pregnant. That put him off it from ages nine to thirteen, and then he decided that maybe having sex would be not that bad probably.

It didn’t meant he wanted children right away. In fact, the idea of having children in high school or college- before marriage, really- put him off quite a bit.

And he wouldn’t want to ask such a thing from his partner if they didn’t want children just as much as he did.

He always just assumed he would have to wait most of his life to find someone that he loved and would want the same thing- and then he walked into the Chinese History and Heritage offices in the Konoha Institute of Art to whip through a publicity-gaining, pro-bono case for the newly formed law firm of Hatake and Maito and saw none other than Tenten Huang, his own best friend from ages thirteen to nineteen, sitting at a desk with her hair just as he fondly remembered it.

(He joked to her later- once they had become close enough friends again- that she herself had been so excited to see him that she threw up. She was not as amused as he was.)

Three and a half years later, he married her. Two years after that, she told him she wanted to have kids.

And now here they were, a family.

He had a daughter now, small and loud and grumpy and perfect. When Tenten fell asleep and he and Hui Na had their first moments alone together, he couldn’t stop the few tears from falling.

Hui Na glared at him for a few seconds, then stubbornly clenched her eyes shut and fell back asleep. He grinned down at her and gently stroked his hand over the top of her downy head. It was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and he almost couldn’t believe she was his own child, finally here.

He raised her slightly in the crook of his elbow to kiss her forehead, then settled back in his chair, content to watch her sleep.

An hour, a big baby poop, a subsequent shirt removal, and one breastfeed later, Neji had moved back to the bed with Tenten, his arm around her waist and legs tucked in next to hers as they lay on their sides and watched Hui Na slumber away, swaddled in her bassinet and wearing the ridiculously adorable turtle hat from Gai.

“You know what I just realized?” Tenten murmured.

Neji dropped a quick kiss to her cheekbone. “Hm?”

“She’s ugly.”

He had to hastily bury his laugh against her shoulder. He pulled away again a minute or two later, still grinning, and said, “Tennie, you can’t call her that-”

“I mean, she is! I’m not going to pretend to people that she’s cute. She’s a newborn, they’re almost never cute and I won’t make people say she is.”

“Hui Na is perfect.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t perfect. I just said she was ugly.”

“I’m going to ignore you now,” Neji informed her.

Tenten settled back against his chest and sighed. “You do that.” She was asleep in minutes.

Neji startled awake at the cry of an infant, and had a disorienting moment where he wasn’t sure what was happening. Tenten, tucked against his side with her arm thrown over him, woke up when he sat up, and in the time it took for her to open her eyes he remembered: hospital, baby- and not just a baby, Hui Na, his daughter.

His daughter.

He got up before Tenten could, quickly crossing to Hui Na’s bassinet and gently lifting her from her bed. She continued wailing, and Tenten’s voice broke in distress. “Neji- she’s crying-”

“I know,” he dropped his voice to a low, comforting hum. “She’s hungry. Take your time, get comfortable and I’ll pass her to you.”

Tenten sat up and propped up some pillows around herself, then tugged down the front edge of her gown. Neji passed her the wailing infant then sat down next to her on the bed as she settled Hui Na close to her chest. From what Neji could tell from the light falling softly through the cracks in the door, Tenten’s expression was… not good.

Hui Na quieted and began nursing, seemingly without an issue. But Tenten’s expression didn’t ease.

She took a sudden, shuddering breath. Neji reached out to cup her jaw. “What is it?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered back. He felt her tears fall over his fingers. “I just- she was crying, and I didn’t wake up until you moved me.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m her mother.”

“And you just gave birth to her a few hours ago. You’re exhausted, Tenten. You can let yourself rest.”

He slid his hand back to cradle the back of her head. “I’m here for both of you.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He leaned in and slowly kissed her temple, aching over the hitch in her breath as she fought to keep her sobs quiet.

When Hui Na finished nursing and had been burped, Tenten gently moved her to rest on her bare chest, sitting back in the bed and closing her eyes. Neji draped his arm over the top of the pillows behind her and gently started stroking her hair.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing together. Tenten let out one last quiet snuffle and said softly, “Can you put her back in her bassinet?”

Silently he sat up and lifted Hui Na from her arms, shifting her in his grip and pausing to stroke the baby’s cheek, feather-light, before settling her back down. She wiggled a little under her blankets and turned her head as she slowly drifted off again. He watched her for a few long moments, contemplating how much his life had changed in mere hours.

He turned back around to go to bed and found Tenten smiling softly at him through sleepy eyes. She held out a hand to him in invitation and he slid down under the covers next to her, catching the proffered hand and kissing the fingertips.

She put her arm around his waist again and draped her leg over his, tucking herself against his shoulder as she drifted off. Neji laid on his back and placed one hand over her arm and the other on the back of her head, turning to kiss her forehead before he closed his eyes.

They were headed home early evening the next day, after some more check ups, a few visits from friends and family, and a day spent resting and cooing over Hui Na. Neji, despite Tenten’s muttered, petulant protests, decided to use the cot the hospital had provided for them rather than sharing a bed with Tenten while she napped- she wouldn’t admit it, but she physically felt better if she had it to herself for recovery.

Plus, it gave him to opportunity to lay Hui Na on his bare chest while they napped together- and Tenten was sure to get plenty of pictures of that.

By 4:30 PM, they had packed up all of their things besides a few essentials- and of course, Hui Na, awake in the carefully vetted baby carrier and watching the outside world move around as much as she could.

Neji pulled the car around while Tenten waited with Hui Na, cooing over her and quietly telling her about what her home would be like. Hui Na was distinctly unimpressed, squinting up at Tenten and making a face that probably meant she was gassy.

Their ride home was uneventful, but it certainly didn’t stop the new parents from being quite tense over the possibility of any danger. Tenten was certainly prepared to shield Hui Na with her body at a moment’s notice, and Neji was hyper vigilant at the wheel.

They got home and settled Hui Na down in their room for a nap, took hundreds of pictures of her, unloaded the car, and then realized they had no idea what to do next.

They sat on the couch and stared at each other for a while, before Tenten said, “Well… dinner?”

Neji blinked. “We have that tofu stir-fry Lee and Gaara made us.”

She yawned. “Sounds good.”

They stared at each other again. Finally Neji said, “I guess I’ll heat that up, then,” and stood and walked into the kitchen. Tenten called after him, “I mean I could do it, but since you’re up and everything.”

“You just stay there and look pretty.” Neji said.

Tenten cast a quick look over herself. She was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and one of Neji’s shirts, because like most people after giving birth her postpartum body looked about five months pregnant. She hadn’t actually washed herself in almost thirty hours (she’d had a nice zen experience in the hospital shower, but hadn’t felt like doing anything beyond sitting in the chair and zoning out for a bit.) She didn’t even want to consider what her hair looked like.

“Okey dokey,” she told Neji.

She was asleep by the time he came out with a bowl of stir-fry.