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sunmoonandsandsoundtracks · 3 years ago

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dead girl walking

i figured i should start getting my stories from my old account here so i can delete that one. so, have a nice little surprise. it probably won't be that much of a surprise, especially if you followed me here from my old account and read it there.

this is the love child of my passions for naruto characters and broadway musicals. this one is heathers, so have fun being veronica sawyer.

this is before i was ready to really write smut and is therefore experimental as i was testing my limits. i think it's pretty damn hot, not gonna lie, but y'all can decide. i don't intend to turn this into a full smut and leave it as evidence of my growth, but let's be honest, i'm an easily swayed woman a lot of the time. if i'm worked up enough, then this is going to be poised and ready for me to vent that energy. we'll see what happens.

spotify/youtube seriously, listen to the song once. it sets the whole mood.

word count: 4180

content warnings: language?

enjoy!

You were doomed. Utterly helpless.

How did a night that started so great become such a massive shit storm?

Oh, right. You puked on the queen bitch... after calling her a pretentious, superficial cum dumpster that had reached her peak and would only deteriorate from there… in front of almost the entire senior class, particularly the boy she’d wanted between her legs for the last two or three years, at Kiba Inuzuka’s backyard party.

It felt good for that moment. Until you regurgitated the mix of different types of alcohol, edible weed, and pizza all over her five hundred dollar wedges. You didn’t feel an ounce of guilt as you straightened back up to see her with wide eyes, mouth agape. A smug smirk was all you gave her as you wiped your mouth off on the back of your hand, then put your back to her and headed inside the Inuzuka house. As you reached the door, the shrillest screech you’d ever heard reached your ears. You didn’t stick around to see any other reactions. You went inside, made a beeline for the bathroom, ignored the moans and panting coming from behind the white shower curtain with black puppy paw prints as you rinsed the nasty taste off your tongue with mouthwash, then got the hell out of dodge.

Twenty minutes later saw you walking home, with nothing but the rustle of the occasional leaf blowing by and the pounding of your shoes on the pavement to keep you company in the otherwise still night.

Life was an annoying hell before I got involved with those girls, but it’s going to be absolutely miserable now, you mused, crossing your arms over your chest for some warmth. You hadn’t dressed with the intent of walking home. You’d gotten a ride to the party, and you would have gotten a ride home, had the aforementioned incident not occurred. It almost didn’t, but you finally got sick of being party to the cruel tricks that the three most popular girls, known as the Kunoichi, liked to pull on your classmates. Particularly when they targeted a girl that was trying so hard to make a friend, but was too low on the social totem pole to associate with, unless you wanted to commit social suicide… Well, that’s what you did anyway.

Thirty hours until every bit of peace I worked for in those drab halls goes down the drain, and I have to beg to be homeschooled. I won’t even be able to enjoy the rest of my weekend. I feel like I’m heading toward the hangman’s noose. I could transfer schools if I had my own car, or motorbike like that one-

You stopped abruptly, scuffing the bottom of your shoe against the sidewalk, taking in the sight of a sleek red motorcycle in the driveway of a two story, gray stone house. You’d seen that motorcycle before. Just earlier that day, in fact. How did you know for sure that it was the same red motorcycle? The scratch and smudge on the body on the left side, over the back tire, from when its owner was being harassed earlier in the week.

Change of plans, you thought as your lips pulled back, revealing your teeth in a feral grin. You didn’t need to run away just yet.

You circled the house, stopping when you saw a dim light coming from a window on the second floor, right side. You tried to get a good look from the ground at who was in that room without being seen. It didn’t help.

“All right, take a risk and possibly get fucked from under tonight, or run like a coward and pathetically wait to get fucked over on Monday,” you muttered to yourself with a huff, staring up at the window. You considered it for a good five minutes before your desire literally drove you up a conveniently placed tree. Your body moved on its own as your mind went into chaos mode over what was without a doubt, in your opinion, the ballsiest thing you’d ever done.

“Please let it be him,” you chanted repeatedly under your breath as you slowly got to where you could peek in the dirty window. Your eyes zeroed in on the figure reading a book on the bed on the other side of the bedroom, and you were so relieved, you almost let go of the tree. Almost. Invigorated by the sight of your target, you clumsily climbed onto a branch that extended toward the window and crawled along it, scratching up your arms and feeling the scraping against your pants. Once you got close enough, you tapped on the glass, scaring the hell out of the room’s occupant. He couldn’t quite see you in the darkness, but he could tell someone was out there.

He seemed like such a fearless badass when you saw him out and about, but now, he was cautious, suspicious, as he approached the window. Wise, you figured, since he had no clue who you were, or what you wanted. He reached for something off to the side of the window with his left hand, before lifting it with his right.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” you greeted, nonchalant. “I’m surprised you’re still up. Hopped up on Mountain Dew or something?”

He relaxed and said your name in relief before looking at you, eyebrow cocked in question. “I don’t need it to stay up. What are you doing here?”

“I was just on my way home from the party, and I saw your bike in the driveway. I thought I’d come tell you the good news.”

“What good news? And wait, is your ride waiting for you?”

You pinched the tip of your tongue between your teeth to suppress a smile that you had no doubt would make you look like a dork, turning your head away. “I guess the answers to those questions kind of go hand in hand. I got a ride to the party with her royal majesty, as you saw when we ran into each other at the convenience store earlier, but she wasn’t so willing to give me one home after I told her where to stick her Louboutins and then promptly ruined them. Guess I’m not such a spineless jellyfish, huh?”

He chuckled, a low roll of his gravelly voice that sent a white hot sensation shooting right between your legs. “I never said you were, but well done.”

“You didn’t say it outright, but the subtext of our previous conversation led me to believe you at least thought it. Was I wrong?”

You played it cool, pretending to look at your nails, just for something to do. You wouldn’t let him see you sweat, wouldn’t let him know just how much his opinion affected you.

“I wouldn’t go trying to make a career as a mind reader, if I were you,” he quipped with a smirk. “I never thought that.”

“Then enlighten me,” you countered, giving up the pretense of being interested in your nails. A chill ran down your spine as a breeze went by, driving you to rub your arms again.

Concern flashed through his eyes, and he turned his head to the door to his room. It was firmly shut, as he usually kept it, but he wanted to make sure.

“Would you like to come in and get warm?” He offered, sounding somewhat hesitant, and suddenly, his whole persona seemed to change. The boy you knew from school that took down two other guys without flinching was nowhere to be found.

You weren’t sure how you felt. He invited you in, which was a step closer to your goal, but you were not planning on him being soft. It was fine that he wasn’t the total punk you thought he was. He had a harsh exterior for the outside world, but in his domain, he let his guard down. That was great, and it didn’t make you any less attracted to him, but you had built up the nerve to go after the guy you thought you’d taunt and tease into fucking you so hard into his mattress, you’d leave an impression. You weren’t prepared to deal with someone that you got a sense would begin blushing and stuttering if your bra strap showed. You’d have to retreat and regroup. At least this would distract you from your impending social murder.

“Um, no. It’s okay. I’ll just head home. Thanks, though.”

“Don’t be difficult. Come in and warm up, then I’ll take you home,” he insisted, the hard edge to his tone that you were familiar with coming out.

You bit your bottom lip as an idea came to you and started working your way back to the trunk of the tree.

“No, it’s fine.”

He said your name gruffly. “Just come in.”

“Make me,” you challenged.

“I’ll be at the bottom of that tree before you make it down. You think I won’t drag you in here?”

There it was, that side you were accustomed to, but it would probably go away if you went in, which was what you wanted to do… Or maybe you could keep pretending to resist while doing what you wanted.

“Fine. I’ll come in for a minute and warm up, but you’re not taking me home.”

You managed to get in through his window without falling and breaking your neck, or embarrassing yourself into an early grave.

His eyes were narrowed at you, and he didn’t look pleased. Perfect. “Why are you being a pain about this?”

“I just don’t want to trouble you,” you said innocently.

“It’s no trouble,” he insisted.

“Of course it is. You’d be leaving your warm bed.” Your eyes did a quick visual sweep of your surroundings, noting that he was very neat, before returning your gaze to him. “Sounds like the worst kind of trouble to me. Really, I’ll be just fine.”

“Not happening,” he nearly growled, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine. Oh, you were going to have fun with this, if you could get him right where you wanted him.

“What are you going to do? Find some way to temporarily glue my ass to the seat of your bike?”

“If I have to. If I do, I’ll use the glue on your mouth as well..”

You gave him a haughty smirk. Just one more push ought to do it.

“You’re cute. Call me when you have a real threat.” You headed for the window. “Goodnight.”

You could practically hear the destruction of the last vestiges of his patience with you, even over the creak of the floor beneath your feet. It was glorious, even when you thought your arm might be ripped out of the socket as he fiercely pulled you back by your elbow.

“What will it take for you to get some reason in that thick head?” He snarled. Before tonight, that probably would have freaked you out at the very least. Now all it did was make it really hard not to rub your thighs together in excitement.

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” you said, thinking that you sounded pretty lame, but there was no going back. “Maybe I’ll learn then.”

Your bodies were pressed together, and you wondered if he was as aware of it as you were.

“What lesson?”

You gave yourself five seconds to formulate a witty response before saying to hell with it and pulling him in by the front of his long sleeved shirt, smashing your lips against his. You had no idea how he was going to react after his body came out of the total freeze it went into when your lips connected. You wondered if he'd ever been kissed before- you couldn’t be the only girl who wanted him enough to make a move- and thought that you wouldn’t be surprised if he shoved you away. You honestly congratulated yourself for getting as far as you had. You gave it your best, but the kiss went completely stale after almost ten seconds of no feedback from him, so you let go, stepped back, and gave him a blank stare.

Normally, you would have apologized, and you guessed that you should have, for forcing it on him and the microsecond of shock it caused, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You’d wanted it too badly to truly feel sorry, even if the response wasn’t what you’d hoped for.

“I’ll see you Monday. I hope you enjoy watching me be socially crucified, I’m sure it will be quite a show,” you sighed. Once again, you made for the window, figuring that he wouldn’t bother stopping you this time. You might have startled him out of his harsher persona.

You were wrong.

As before, you were yanked back by your elbow, your shoulder crying out in protest, only to relax a little as he held you by your shoulders with your back to his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” It was a guttural sound right in your ear that made your knees quake, and drew a hoarse whisper from you.

“Holy fuck.”

There was nothing else to be said as he spun you around and slammed his mouth on yours, as you had done to him. It was demanding. It was sloppy-

It was hot.

His hand pulled at the little hairs at the nape of your neck, eliciting a low moan from your throat as he devoured you. Clearly, it was not inexperience that had stalled him. If it was, he was a fucking natural, because he wasn’t hesitating at all, and you were way too caught up in the way his tongue was exploring your largest orifice to care if his technique was lacking.

You realized you had almost frozen up, but in your defense, he was hitting you with a hell of a lot more than you had hit him.

There was just one problem. You came to be fucked, not dominated, so you needed to get your ass in gear. Right.

You pulled away enough to look him in the eyes, and damn it, you could have combusted, leaving nothing but scorch marks on the wood floor.

Keep it together, you scolded yourself as you tried to send the same molten gaze back at him. He smirked, and you knew you had the side of him you'd come for- and hopefully would be cumming for. When this was done, if he still wanted anything to do with you, you’d see about getting to know the other side you only got a peek at.

“Was your story about walking home from the party true, or was this your game all along?” He questioned.

“A little of both. I really was walking home from the party when I saw your bike, and I thought I’d take a chance. I’ve been thinking about it since I first saw you.”

“Is that so?” His smirk deepened.

“It is.” You pushed him toward his bed, surprising him a little. When the backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, you shoved him down. Oh, the sweet look on his face when he realized that you weren’t just going to let him have his way. You wish you had taken a picture. You kicked off your shoes and got on top of him, straddling his hips, then kissed him feverishly, making up for the lukewarm advance you had made.

“I’m always in control,” he said, interrupting you. He meant it as a warning. You took it as a challenge.

“Then this will be a new experience for you,” you purred. “If you’re good, I’ll give you a nice moan of your name. Would you like that?”

He glared, and it just made you clench your thighs tighter against his hips. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip and stared down at him with a wicked gleam in your eye.

“Where should I start?” You pondered, raking your eyes over his upper body. You weren’t even going to touch his bottom half beyond what you already were until you could get him to submit. You slipped a hand under his shirt, curious to find out what kind of shape he was in. He was definitely lean, but your touch detected taut muscles- was that a six pack?- and a firm chest.

“You feel nice,” you complimented him, noting the faintest blush on his cheeks. You flashed him a grin, which made your following command seem a lot less commanding. “Sit up.”

He complied as you backed up enough to allow him, but reluctance was written all over his face, at least until you grabbed the hem of his long sleeved shirt and pulled upward. His smirk returned as he allowed you to remove it and put it to the side, granting you a view of his semi-chiseled torso- confirming that yes, you had felt a six pack- and sending a pulse of need to your heat. Without warning, your mouth latched on the pulse point at the base of his throat, sending a vibration through it with a controlled moan that came from your chest.

The ensuing groan and buck of his hips dragged a not so controlled moan from you.

“My family is home,” he hissed.

“Then kick me out or keep it down,” you snapped back. “What will it be?”

“Why me?” He asked, and you saw that softer side of him for a second before he hid from you once more. “Just convenient? Did you leave the guys you wanted back at the party?”

The question put lust and hormone driven dominance on the back burner as you locked eyes with him, frowning. To be fair, he had a right to ask, and he had reasonable suspicion. The demand to know whether or not he was just a generic dick for you to get off on made you respect him more, which fueled your desire.

“I don’t want any of them. You’re new to town, so let me tell you that most of them, and that’s understating it, haven’t grown up since junior high. They’re boorish and brainless. You… You’re beautiful. I thought so the moment I first saw you.”

His bright eyes widened, and you noticed that he leaned back on his hands, putting him further away from you. Fine.

“I want to ride you until I break you,” you admitted shamelessly. “But I wasn’t thinking that when we were talking earlier tonight. I was enjoying our banter, your dry humor, your commentary on how society needs to change… All of that, with the help of some liquid courage and luck is why I’m here. Trust me, I wouldn’t have climbed a tree in these tight pants for convenience. I risked my neck and I didn’t even know for sure that it was your window before I did it. Good enough for you?”

Those eyes… They were as wide as they could go, almost enough to hide the bags underneath. He couldn’t have leaned further away. You just sighed. He obviously had never believed that anyone who may have confessed to him before was genuine. It was a crying shame.

“Are we doing this, or are you just going to hang me out to dry?” You gave a weak laugh, handed him his shirt, then leaned to one side, bringing the other leg over. It didn’t make it. You were stopped when a calloused hand caught you behind the knee and forcefully put it back where it was. Just as your eyes darted to a smug looking face, you were thrusted against hard.

“Fuck!” You gasped and immediately pressed back and rolled your hips, effectively wiping the smirk away. As he groaned through gritted teeth, you chuckled. “I guess this means I’m yours tonight?”

“No,” he growled. “It means you’re mine until further notice.”

“That works for me.”

Quick as a flash, you chopped at the inside of his elbows, making his arms buckle, and putting him flat on his back once again.

“Be good,” you chirped, then attacked his neck again. You brushed your lips up the column of his throat, then ran the tip of your tongue down it. It was a soft start, but you felt him already tensing beneath you. One hand was at the back of your head again, pulling any hair he could get a grip on, the other was at the base of your spine and moving down, over the curve of your ass. You tormented his neck only a minute longer before directing your attention to the area that wouldn’t be visible beneath the collar of his shirt.

His other hand grabbed your shirt as he tried to keep the noise you were thoroughly enjoying down. Breathy sighs occasionally replaced the muffled moans as you mercilessly created a necklace of love bites. Your name floated off his lips, leading to a serene smile from you.

“You’re doing very well,” you praised. You ceased decorating him with hickies for the moment. “I’ll let you pick a reward.”

And he was scowling again as he pushed himself up. Still, he was rather gentle as he started lifting the bottom of your shirt up. You complied, moved your arms to allow him to remove it, then raised yourself up on your knees. His eyes eagerly drank in the view of all the newly exposed flesh. His hands felt up your sides, your back, your stomach. Everything he could appreciate, he did, solidifying in your mind that you had made a really good choice. Especially when he dotted kisses around your navel.

You whispered his name, drawing his attention up to you. You sat back down on his legs and pressed your lips to his tenderly. He was so lost, it seemed. You couldn’t figure him out for the life of you. Oh well. All the more reason to spend time with him.

When you broke the kiss, he stared at you like you were the most complex puzzle. You struggled not to shy away from the intense way he studied you.

“Back to work,” you declared, knocking him back down. You resumed marking him from just above his chest, all the way down to the line of his hips. The lower you went, the deeper and more desperate the sounds became. You stopped at the elastic band at the top of his cotton pants. You weren’t sure he could take anymore than that, whether or not he’d say he could. The tent in his pants spoke enough for him.

“So very good,” you praised again. He was almost drooling as he looked back at you, eyes half closed. There was no way he’d ever had someone take control of him before. He wouldn’t be falling apart at the seams if he had. You placed your groin right over his, torturing both of you as they lightly pressed together, separated by a few layers of fabric.

“You ready?” You checked.

“I don’t have any protection on hand,” he sighed, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Do you have anything you could possibly pass to me? How recently have you been tested?”

He shook his head as his eyes averted from you and there was a dusting of pink over his cheeks. “I don’t need to be tested. I’ve never gone that far.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” you assured him. “I haven’t either, but I am on the pill.”

“You’re just naturally this forward? I would never have guessed.” He bore an amused smile.

You giggled. “I told the mythic bitch off. I’m ready to take on the world.”

“I would have paid to see that.”

“I’m sure someone recorded it. Now shut up. The only word I want to hear coming out of your mouth for the next little while is my name,” you commanded, your voice dropping to a sultry pitch, causing his eyes to enlarge a bit once again.

You maintained your position over him as the two of you got down to business, until-

“Gaara!” You moaned through the hand covering your mouth as you rocked against each other and he nailed that one spot. There, you fulfilled your promise and delivered his reward for behaving for you.

He didn’t need to be good anymore, and had you not said his name in such a needy way, he might have been content to let you keep up your little domination game. But you did. And you scratched his back so hard, he’d be feeling it for a week.

After you reached a much better high than any drug could give you, you were far too weak, his bed was far too comfy, and his arms were far too warm for you to leave.

How did a night that started so great become a massive shit storm? You didn’t give a flying fuck. You got everything you wanted by the time you fell asleep, your back to your boyfriend’s chest, and by god, it was beautiful.

#naruto modern au #surprise x reader #almost smut #naruto meets broadway

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vive-la-revolution · 3 years ago

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dear evan hansen movie, an unprofessional review by an unprofessional reviewer

PROS

was totally a simp for alana and zoe. +10 for the hot cast

so big/so small made me cry again, bonus points for that

I LOVE CONNOR OKAY I LOVE HIM

sincerely me was just amazing????? like. i beamed the whole time i loved that so much

“im just trying to make it ✨erotic✨”

thanks for keeping the “kinky” <3 ily mwah

“i hooked up with some brazilian guy” you GO jared

you will be found was so much more moving than it was on stage i almost cried

connor’s song at the end was such a beautiful addition to his character thank you for that

alana’s song got to me

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ALANA MORE OF A CHARACTER THAN “president of everything who also happens to have anxiety though it’s never shown” THANK YOU

whoever played cynthia did an amazing job. props to her

thanks for cutting the glove song i hated that one

LARRY WASNT AN ASSHOLE THANK GOD

evan’s naruto run down the hallway

connor hitting the woah

fuck alana. literally. never before have i felt such anger and desire for a person in my life. I WAS LITERALLY SHAKING WHEN SHE POSTED THE NOTE THAT ACTRESS WAS AMAZING (i don’t remember any of their names lmao)

THE PARTS WE CANT TELL WE CARRY THEM WELL BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN THEYRE NOT HEAVY

CONS

maturing is realizing that if i could tell her is actually really creepy and stalker-ish

WHERE DID THE “what are you? an acorn?” LINE GO. THATS THE BEST PART OF JARED’S CHARACTER

good for you got cut and that was one of my favorites </3 it would have added so much to jared’s character besides the “best friend” like give him some development please

i feel like ben was still in “broadway” mode. like bro. you don’t have to be quite that expressive there is literally a camera in your face your facial movements are so distracting

yes i get it was important to the plot. yes i think the countless flashbacks to evan’s suicide attempt were unnecessary.

it’s been said before but having an almost-30-year-old play a 17-year-old wasn’t the best idea the movie industry has ever had. at least kaitlyn looked younger but it just did not work with ben

where was miguel huh (yeah i know he wasn’t in the musical but STILL bi connor ftw)

they should’ve had someone else play evan imo. like they could’ve given him a cameo but i think ben has had enough time in the spotlight and his evan days are coming to a close

maturing is also realizing that evan is the villain

every zoe/evan kiss made me uncomfy. idk why. they just did.

they cut out like all but one of the “fuck”s in the show and it seemed weird to me that that one “fuck” belonged to zoe and connor never said any curse words at all. like i feel like that’s part of his character, idk

anyways, in conclusion, the movie itself was actually pretty good but they could’ve done so much more to make it better. didn’t meet all my expectations but i wasn’t completely disappointed.

#they should make a be more chill film remake #that would be so good #dear evan hansen #deh movie #deh

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darth-salem-emperor-of-earth · 5 years ago

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Here is my next entry for Day 4 of @naruto-fantasy-week! I went with the prompt “Japanese Folklore” because I wanted to do something with the conflict between the Sun Goddess and Moon God and how their bloodlines influenced imperial monarchies from opposite kingdoms and what would it take to bring two opposing nations together (albeit begrudgingly). I had to prevent this idea from running away with me and focused on a small section in Itachi and Sakura’s courtship. That way, I could actually finish the little fic in time. XD

Fanfic title comes from the song “Sun and Moon” from the Broadway musical “Miss Saigon”. And yes, I was not trying to be creative with kingdom names. I just went with good ole “Solar” and “Lunar” because the names worked. XD

Summary: With the bloodline of the Sun goddess running through their veins, the Uchiha dynasty had reigned over the land for endless decades. But their power has waned, the populace no longer adores them like they used to, and opposing kingdoms watch and wait for their decline. Now, the imperial family is desperate and the only way to cement their power is to marry one of the imperial sons off to someone who has the bloodline of the Moon God, the brother and foe of the Sun Goddess. Naruto Fantasy Week, Day 4. Prompt: Japanese Folklore. [Itachi x Sakura]

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Flashback

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“Love, that is all the earth to lovers—love, that mocks time and space,

Love, that is day and night—love, that is sun and moon and stars,

Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume,

No other words but words of love, no other thought but love.”

— Walt Whitman, The Mystic Trumpeter

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The midday heat continued to beat down on the guards and servants who attended to their duties in the open foyer, where a cooling, welcoming breeze managed to infiltrate the open windows and doors and alleviated some of the humidity plaguing its working inhabitants. Sakura could already feel her inner layers soaked with sweat, cleaving to her body like a sticky second skin. Small tendrils of her hair plastered to the back of her neck and along the outline of her forehead, also damp from perspiration. Her chief lady-in-waiting, Ino, already had to reapply her blush and lipstick, knowing how much Emperor Fugaku, ruler of the Solar Kingdom, would judge the Crown Princess of the Lunar Kingdom, for simply sweating on a hot summer day after he kept her waiting for over a half hour.

The princess sensed the reason for the delay and inwardly, Sakura was fuming at the blatant disrespect the Emperor, even now, was showing her. It was well known the Uchihas boasted having the blood of the Sun Goddess flowing in their veins, granting them divine rule over their subjects and they always looked down scornfully at those who were heralded to be descendants of the Moon God, the brother and rival of their precious Sun Goddess. But the last few decades, mayhap century, was not kind to the Uchiha rulers, as many of the Uchiha men (and sometimes, women) who succumbed to the unspoken but well known disease called ‘Mangekyō Madness’, reducing the afflicted into a bitter, paranoid mess cursed with blindness and rife with contempt for other clans, especially the so-called inferior ones. Everyone around them became an enemy to vanquish or subdue and usually, there was no cure or chance to regain sanity if the healers hadn’t taken steps previously to mitigate the effects of the illness. There were rumors this madness struck the Uchihas because of a crime one of their ancestors committed, Uchiha Madara, when he almost successfully wiped out the Senju clan to expand his kingdom’s territory. The Senju clan never forgot nor forgave the Uchihas for that massacre, especially since emperors after Madara vehemently denied the Uchihas were a part of such carnage and that Madara acted alone and was considered a ‘blight on Uchiha sun’.

And thus, the imperial prestige slowly declined and now, Emperor Fugaku faced a dilemma: an unhappy, discontent populace, and watchful neighboring nations who were sharpening their weapons and honing their political strategy to see how much longer the Uchiha dynasty would last. Fugaku needed a strong alliance, once cemented by the bonds of marriage. So he begrudgingly entered negotiations with the Emperor of the Lunar Kingdom, Sakura’s uncle. Both parties agreed Sakura, the uncontested heir of her uncle’s great country, would marry one of the Emperor’s sons when she came of age. Such a celestial marriage would not only bring two mighty, prospering nations together but also join two royal bloodlines blessed by divinity.

Sakura was thirteen when she caught wind of these negotiations and decided it would be her that decides which Solar prince she’d marry, not her uncle or her future father-in-law. And when the imperial family from the Solar Kingdom arrived a few months after her fourteenth nameday, Sakura began to enact her plan.

Many of her entourage believed she would pursue the younger son, who was her age, but even though he was cannily pretty (most Uchiha were), Sakura cared not for his cold stares and the way he ignored everyone else if conversing with them was beneath him. He treated her best friend Ino brusquely when she tried to engage in several casual conversations to learn more about his character for Princess Sakura’s sake. Her final report on the second prince was less than glowing. There was that and the fact Ino swore to the Moon God that she witnessed him whispering in Karin’s ear, a medical apprentice who served the Uchiha family, and the girl kept blushing and smirking, taking the chance to suggestively stroke the young prince’s arm before he brushed her off to resume training. Even if there was nothing going on between them, Sakura sensed any relationship with him was doomed to fail. So she focused her attention on the older brother, Itachi.

Sakura smiled to herself as she recalled the first time she and Itachi encountered one another. It was a formal setting, a simple tea ceremony and later, a meeting for her uncle, Itachi’s father, and the ambassadors to discuss treaties and politics. Sakura found herself seated next to Itachi, the Crown Prince. Their discussion was, at first, cordial, ranging from her inquiring about how his stay in the Lunar Kingdom was faring and him saying he was enjoying the various landscapes he saw during his sojourn. Eventually, she learned he suffered from an unknown but not fatal physical ailment, which left him exhausted and tired often. In light of this information, Sakura then recommended several teas with medicinal properties that would help boost his strength and energy if he drank them regularly. Three days later, Itachi returned to her to thank her personally for her sage advice, saying the teas she suggested were already showing some promise, and asked if she wanted to take a walk around the royal gardens and give him a tour. With a pleased grin on her face, Sakura whole-heartedly accepted, relieved to see Itachi was nothing like his younger brother, for simply being around the Solar heir put her nerves at rest and she soon found how easy and relaxing it was to talk to Itachi.

By the time Itachi had to return home, they already agreed to exchange letters to one another to continue their budding friendship. For four years they secretly exchanged letters back and forth, the friendship slowly melting into a clandestine romance, to the point they both vowed the moment Sakura entered the Solar Kingdom and stepped on soil from the imperial castle, the two of them would wed in secret. They couldn’t take a chance to leave the decision of Sakura’s groom up to Emperor Fugaku, for he was more partial in giving his second son, the spare, to the Lunar Princess because he believed his heir deserved a far more rewarding match. And to quell the rumors that Sasuke no longer had eyes for the noble girls his father tried to parade in front of him and was far more interested in a wandering, compassionate hedgeknight who often rescued or offered his services to the commonfolk amidst the Uchiha lands. He possessed eyes like the ocean blue and hair the color of the golden sun itself and Emperor Fugaku refused to let him on Uchiha grounds.

Within her first week in the Solar Kingdom, Sakura and Itachi were wed, their only other witnesses besides the presences of the Sun Goddess and the Moon God, the imperial family’s kannushi (who was entrusted to bless and formally bind the lovers together in a legal marriage), were Sakura’s chief lady-in-waiting and best friend, Ino, and Itachi’s cousin and confidante, Shisui. Her wedding night with Itachi was pure bliss and now that they were officially husband and wife, they had planned to break the news to the emperor tomorrow morning.

Itachi went in first, knowing best how to pacify his father’s rage once he realized his original schemes were thwarted. He was also prepared to carefully explain to Emperor Fugaku why this matrimonial choice would suit all parties–Fugaku in particular. From her previous encounters with that rigid, unyielding ruler, Sakura suspected her father-in-law was the type of man who didn’t appreciate when events didn’t go his way or would balk at the idea of admitting that he made a mistake either in his reign or on his judgment.

The doors leading inside the palace burst open and Itachi smoothly strolled out, the force of his gait causing his dark ponytail to swing around and collide with his left shoulder before resting there. Itachi’s expression remained stolid but the concern and disappointment marked in his obsidian eyes carried enough emotion and information for Sakura to surmise that Itachi’s conversation with his father did not go well at all.

“Sakura, I am so sorry to have kept you waiting,” he apologized, grasping both of her hands to kiss them, his gaze never leaving hers. Sakura’s ire at her father-in-law steadily ebbed away, savoring Itachi’s touch and sweetness in their private, intimate moment together. “My father refused to come and greet you as my wife, and declared we are to be banished for a few months for marrying without his permission. He also rebuked me for falling prey to your wily charms.” He spoke the last part wryly and Sakura tossed her head back to laugh at the absurd accusation. Of course Fugaku would lay the blame squarely at her feet, for not falling in line and waiting to wed his second son simply so the Solar Emperor could feel far more superior over her and the Lunar Emperor. He may be hailed as a fierce warrior and shrewd monarch, but he also was such a petty man.

“Banishment away from your father and all those prying, sneering nobles at court, where we can be left alone to our own devices?” Sakura mused drolly out loud, leaning in to plant a loving kiss on her husband’s cheek. “Are you sure the Emperor is punishing us?”

A half-smile spread itself across Itachi’s pale features, his eyes alight at her good humor. “He thinks you will be aghast to be away from such a pinnacle of power and influence and hopes when we return, you’ll be more of a demure, modest wife who will listen to his orders next time.” Both he and Sakura chuckled, imagining Fugaku’s future disappointment that his daughter-in-law was not so easily cowed.. “But we know that will never betide.”

“Of course not,” Sakura agreed, wrapping her hand around his as they sauntered out of the outside foyer and to the guest wings to pack all of Sakura’s effects before they started their journey to Itachi’s estates for their temporary exile. “If I was, then the Sun Goddess would never agree to our match during our covert marriage ceremony nor would have the Moon God made his presence known as well.”

“I, the Moon God, father of the great lineage belonging to the Lunar Kingdom, come before you all today to bless this joining between a man of the Sun and a woman of the Moon. Do not forget the courage and willpower you had to make this moment possible, you shall need when the crowns sit on both of your heads.”

“I, Amatersau, the famed Sun Goddess, mother of the grand lineage from the Solar Kingdom, am here before you all today to also bless this joining betwixt two mortals, one of the Sun and one of the Moon. Bring back the prestige to my royal line and let the next generation of Uchiha men and women be stronger than ever!”

The words of both sibling deities still echoed in Sakura’s mind, a wish they claimed that only a couple of their caliber would bring to fruition. The Moon God and his sister, the Sun Goddess, a pair that was always at odds with each other since the dawn of time, somehow had their goals aligned when it came to influencing and blessing the union of two mortals who carried their divine blood. Albeit Itachi and Sakura truly didn’t need the blessing of two deities to know the true power and love of their union, despite how awe-inspiring it was to hear the loud, imposing voices of both the Sun Goddess and the Moon God all around them. Even if no one outside their small matrimonial ceremony believed their account, the future for the two of them seemed fortuitous indeed.

“Are you ready to go to your new home, my beloved wife?” Itachi’s face softened as he spoke. Those kind, mesmerizing eyes of his often took on a subtle but nonetheless elated luster whenever he continued to refer to her as his wife, and right now was no exception. Sakura’s heart swelled up with a mixture of pride, joy, and love towards him. They were indeed fortunate and blessed to have found each other even under the shadow of an arranged marriage.

“Yes, darling husband, I am,” she replied, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. After all, a several month banishment with simply Itachi and her together, managing their estates, while devoid of haughty in-laws and other Solar nobles, sounded like the perfect honeymoon.

#narutofantasyweek2020 #narutofantasyweek #naruto-fantasy-week #ItaSaku #Sakura x Itachi #naruto fantasy week #my writing #japanese folklore #Running out of time in trying to complete the rest of my story ideas #Oh well I tried and did my best #I just come up with ideas that become longer than intended #XD

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as-the-clouds-part · 5 years ago

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Got any headcanon on Rudy, Nikita and sheela, Sohalil, and (?) Kara

Keep in mind I’m horrible at these

Rudy:

His parents made him stay home for his entire life, because they didn’t want people to know he was colorblind

Everyone is positive he is Gender Fluid

Even his parents

Was introduced to Aiden when they were 9

Got immediately jealous of his good looks

Thats why he was such a brat to Aiden

Aiden thought he was LOUD

Like LOUD LOUD

He gets embarrassed by his behavior

Also, in home depot Rudy was flirting with Aru

He thinks Aru is not like other girls who think he is “cute”

But a girl who is more than that

He was also shocked on her disappearance

After he comes back from his quest he’s like “Note to self, NEVER invite myself on a quest again.”

Thought Mini was weird at first, but then he thought of her as THE MOST TERRIFYING THING OUT THERE

Like legit he is scared of that girl

Rudy thinks Brynne would get along with his mean cousins

And thinks that she is very bossy

He is begging Nikita to design something for him

Nikita keeps refusing

He thinks Sheela is creepy

He also thinks she is being possessed

He can’t tell the twins apart

And everybody laughs about it

He is OBSESSED with Anime

He does the Naruto run in the naga palace while his parents are facepalming

Nikita:

She is obsessed with James Charles

Like legit OBSESSED

She jump scares Sheela by creeping up at her and scream, “HI SISTERS!”

She has created a special bond with Brynne cause they share the same sass.

She thought Aru was selfish at first, but then she turned out to be really nice.

She wants to give Shah a makeover

She was also scared about Shah’s disappearance

Immediately she was like, “Sheela, dream travel, NOW.”

She think’s Mini is too nice

She treats her like a wittle baby while the others laugh at Mini

Mini is pissed

She also thinks Aiden is too soft

She is a HARDCORE Aru x Aiden shipper

She and Sheela ships them behind the other’s backs

She is a wannabe Avani

Nikita has dreams of being in the Hype House.

Sheela:

She daydreams ALOT

She once dosed of in an earthquake

She dosen’t watch that much screens

She usually doodles about a bunch on stuff in her mind

She LOWKEY is the GREATEST Aru x Aiden shipper you’ll ever meet

She has a whole DRAWER of Aru x Aiden drawings

She is old of Nikita’s “HI SISTER’S” scare

She thinks Aru is really funny

She lowkey laughed at all the stuff in her dreams

Sheela also thinks she is very pretty

Sheela is sure that she’ll look like a GODDESS when she’s older

And she KNOWS that Aru is alive

From the time she disappeared she KNOWN that she’s alive

She think’s Mini as a second “mother” to her

She also knows she’ll be very successful as a doctor

She thinks Brynne is too intense

At the same time she understands that she isn’t around children

She thinks Aiden is depressed

She is very concerned for him

She thinks he is the only ONE who talks to her normally besides Sheela

Sheela thinks Rudy is annoying,

Sohali:

thinks about Vajra 24/7

Wrote 5463 poems for her/him

Found another poem book and has memorized most of them

Is starting to learn how to sing

Is PLANNING on launching his own Broadway musical

Also, he keeps notebooks to write songs and poems in

Stole a phone from a campsite and listens to Ariana Grande

His other “friends” are teasing him about Vajra

Sohail doesn’t care

Sometimes prays to Lord Indra to see Vajra again

Daydreams about him and Vajra’s future

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rz-jocelyn · 6 years ago

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The “Top Runners of 2.5D” Publication Commemoration Talk Event

300 lucky fans were selected through a lottery process to attend the event.

PANELISTS

Matsuda Makoto, President and CEO of Nelke Planning Co. Ltd. and Chairman of Japan 2.5-Dimensional Musical Association, and whom many consider to be the founding father of the genre of 2.5D

Kayano Isamu, the director for stages/musicals like the Tokyo Ghoul Stage, the Inuyasha Stage, the Musical Air Gear and the Musical Touken Ranbu

Wada Shunsuke, the composer for stages/musicals like the Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!!, the Musical Kuroshitsuji, the Live Spectacle NARUTO and the PATALLIRO! Stage

Sato Ryuji, an actor who has participated in stages/musicals like the Musical Prince of Tennis, the Musical Touken Ranbu, the Live Spectacle NARUTO and the Gakuran Kageki Teiichi no Kuni

Please find a compilation of fan reports from the event below the cut.

SOME FAN REPORTS FROM THE EVENT

The event was apparently the first time that Kayano-san and Wada-san were meeting each other. On a related note, Ryuji was acquainted with everyone.

The venue capacity that makes Ryuji the most nervous is 800 people to 1,000 people (or up to 2,000 people) because that's the capacity where he apparently feels the most pressure.

Ryuji: Because even though it's so close, there are a lot of people. Like in Budokan, I'm not nervous. Matsuda-san: By the way, what about today like this [300 people]? Ryuji: I'm completely nervous (LOL).

At one point during Kouhaku, Ryuji was sitting alone on standby in the NHK dressing room when he noticed a "really important person" within his field of vision, but because he thought it was someone he didn't know, he just kept to himself. Until that person went, "Oi! Why are you ignoring me?", at him. It turned out to be Kayano-san. Pfft.

Kayano-san: Even though he was always the first person who came to find me and cutely greet me... Like a dog w I wondered if I had done something wrong that made him angry?! Ryuji: When you cut your hair, your silhouette changes!

On the note of people not recognising people, Wada-san didn't recognise Ryuji when they met during Kouhaku "because everyone was beautiful" xD

Ryuji also talked about Takano Akira's popularity with older ladies, namely the NHK cafeteria ladies, which led to Matsuda-san talking about Kashuu Kiyomitsu's popularity with the [older] guys in India. LOL! Ryuji thinks it's probably because they mistook him for a girl since he was dressed as Kiyomitsu, whose looks are cute xD

When they were in Paris, Ryuji and Daichi apparently fought because they got too heated up about their acting. But it was resolved the next day when Daichi apologised to Ryuji and gave him a Mona Lisa pencil (because they were in Paris pfft). Other than that, the boys of Team Sanjou with Kashuu Kiyomitsu rarely ever fought because they had been together for so long and Ryuji described them as "comrades".

Matsuda-san (about Team Sanjou with Kashuu Kiyomitsu): Like family.

Matsuda-san also talked about how the Musical Sailor Moon was going to New York.

Matsuda-san: Ryuji would like to go to New York too, right? To stand smack in the middle of Broadway. Ryuji: I would like to perform in New York too, yes~!... Does that mean that I'll become Sailor Moon? Matsuda-san: Eh!? I didn't see that coming!? As expected of Ryuji w

Ryuji was asked the question of what he would like the fans to do or be careful of when they go and support him (and the actors during a performance), he, very straight-forwardly, talked about the etiquette of watching a stage, namely clothing.

Ryuji: When there are people who come and watch the stage wearing really sexy clothing, I will make sure to avoid looking at them. How do I put it, it's because I'm standing [on the stage] as the character. For example, I think that Sasuke would definitely not look at someone who dresses sexily, and I wouldn't like a Sasuke who is like that [who would look]. When that happens, I also would end up not looking at the people around that person. Matsuda-san: If [the actors on] the stage has something that catches their attention / is distracting, it's a really fragile thing where the atmosphere can break.

Ryuji also mentioned that this was something he had discussed with the other actors, who agreed with him.

Ryuji's impression of Matsuda-san: A Sunday father.

Ryuji's impression of Kayano-san: A Sunday father ("I'm the type who loves my parents, so when there's someone I think is cool or someone whom I admire and respect, there are a lot of times when I think of them like my parents.")

Kayano-san (talking about the impression that Ryuji mentioned in the "Top Runners of 2.5D" book): What about lion and demon? Ryuji: The lion is the King of Beasts, that's why w Kayano-san: What about demon? Ryuji: Demon, well, that's right! w

Ryuji's impression of Wada-san: Someone who seemed like he would get along really well with Suga Kenta.

Kayano-san's impression of Ryuji: "The partner who he finds most enjoyable to drink with".

Ryuji: When I first went out with him, I was nervous, and thought, what should I do if he doesn't talk at all, but we easily crossed the time for the last train (LOL). Kayano-san: Ryuji is very easy to talk to. Even though there's a huge age gap between us, he thinks like a person from the Showa era; it's close to us [and how we, the older people, think].

And, even though Ryuji thinks of both Matsuda-san and Kayano-san as people who are like father figures, Matsuda-san and Kayano-san don't see Ryuji as a son (something that Matsuda-san has also mentioned in the "Top Runners of 2.5D" book). Rather, they see him as "a man" and "a rival".

Matsuda-san: [I see Ryuji as] An existence/Someone I don't want to lose to.

To which Wada-san also agreed in his impression of Ryuji, which was: "What a charming/captivating 24-year old he is, or so I think. I wonder how far he would go. I would like him to remain charming/captivating, so I don't want to lose [to him]."

Matsuda-san's response to all their impressions on Ryuji?

Matsuda-san (while patting Ryuji hard on the back): That's what all 3 uncles think.

They also had fun talking about their general impression of Ryuji, namely that, the bottom line is, he's very adorable xD He is a mixture of someone who is both mature but also young. Matsuda-san also mentioned this in the "Top Runners of 2.5D" book, that although Ryuji seems like a cat, he's actually a dog (someone who is a good listener and accepts instructions easily, who has the tendency to want to please people and seek their approval) who acts like he's a cat. LOL!

Kayano-san commented that even in Musical Touken Ranbu performances like Shinken Ranbu Sai where there were 20 over actors, Ryuji would usually be the first one to greet him with restless eyes, which he thinks is cute xD And, it's been a while since he's worked together with Ryuji (in terms of acting), so he wants to work with Ryuji again soon.

Also, they talked about how Ryuji, when he's acting as Sasuke, can be scary. LOL! At one point, Wada-san actually wanted to praise his performance, but was too scared to tell his impression directly to Ryuji himself. Pfffft.

When talking about the Musical Prince of Tennis,

Matsuda-san (referring to the Tenimyu flyer): Like Koudai was 15 years old during this...? Your [Ryuji's] face as Zaizen is really young. How many years ago was this? Ryuji: 6 years ago. Matsuda-san: It's been 6 years, huh. You went to many places, right? 60 plus performances? Ryuji: Touken [Ranbu] has 60 performances. Matsuda-san: The fewest number of lines you had during Tennis, how many lines was that again? Ryuji: It was 6 lines in 3 and a half hours. Matsuda-san: After all, he [Zaizen] isn't the type of character who'd go "Yay~!" w Ryuji: Zaizen Hikaru, he's a good character.

When talking about what Ryuji thinks of the "Musical Touken Ranbu Kashuu Kiyomitsu Asia Tour",

Ryuji: It's really scary/I'm really scared. Seriously, [everyone] please come.

Aw ♥

Wada-san and Kayano-san also talked a bit about composing songs, but when Ryuji was asked if he composed songs, his response was a very dodgy, "...Yes." (So, Ryuji, does that mean we can expect a surprise in the near future? xD)

And, finally, Matsuda-san had this to say about Ryuji,

"Ryuji is someone who is very serious when thinking about 2.5D. I think that there is no other actor who thinks so much/so deeply about the future of 2.5D. I would like to pull 2.5D along together with him, not as a producer and an actor, but as comrades."

Source(s): ( x , x )

#Sato Ryuji #Matsuda Makoto #Kayano Isamu #Wada Shunsuke #Fan Report #Lyn Translates #Musical Touken Ranbu #Toumyu #Touken Ranbu #Musical Prince of Tennis #Tenimyu #Prince of Tennis #Live Spectacle Naruto #Naruto #Narusute

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thefangirlslair · 7 years ago

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PERPETUAL WINTER (A Sasusaku Fanfiction) Part I

Note: It’s finally here!! Originally, I want this to be a one-shot but thought of making this a two-shot instead. What do you think? Or maybe I should leave this be?? Hmmm.. tell me what you think of this please coz I still want to include angst and Death Cab for Cutie. Hahaha! I have an idea for the continuation of this, should I decide to write it. Please please please, leave comments and suggestions. Thank you for reading!

PS. The third and final part for More Than Words and Never Again No will be out soon. Stay tuned and thank you for the ones who read those two. I appreciate y’all. Thanks a lot! Xoxo

PPS. This is up on ffnet as well! Click here. Thanks!

Excerpt: He could barely breathe. He knew he wanted the spring, the colors and the hope it brings to anyone who experience it. He wanted some full living color in this monochromatic life of his and now that he got this, her of all things, he couldn’t even swallow his own spit.

The green man came on, and the current of people pushed him forward to her, and her to him. And as they move to meet one another in a city where they both fell in and out of love with each other, he was taken back to the time where winter was just a mere season, Bon Iver was playing on their shared earphones, and Sakura was his.

Sasusaku Pairing (5,558 words)

A Poor Attempt at Writing Fics

SasuSaku Edition V

Perpetual Winter Part 1

Winter has never been his favorite season.

It’s not that he feels the intensity of the cold because that’s not the case. Their whole clan has this inexplicable tolerance to extreme weather such as this. It’s like they have this built-in furnace inside that keeps them warm all the time.

His bestfriend, Naruto, has the same weird ass characteristic. But instead of a furnace burning with fire inside his body, it seems like there’s a demon living inside him, making him unbelievably winter-proof that he doesn’t even need winter coats to fight the cold.

As for him, he only need at least two layers of clothing to feel the right amount of warm in this chilly weather. He looked up at the sky, currently crying with snowflakes, and cursed it silently.

He continued walking towards his favorite café after purchasing poetry books down the bookstore across his apartment. His eyes are downcast and watch his sneakers leave footprints on the sidewalk as he moves with purpose. He wanted to get out of this snow and just read a goddamn book in peace with his coffee.

He really hates winter.

He stopped at the side of the road, noticing that the red man is still on. He buried his face under the thick white scarf around his neck, and his hands inside the pocket of his black trench coat. He exhaled and watched his breath evaporates as he wished that it was spring instead of this fucking winter.

Spring has always been his favorite season.

He has always been a minimalist. A black-and-white person, literally and figuratively. But contrary to popular belief that he only likes neutral colors, he actually loves vivid ones. That’s why he loathes winter so much because it’s just drained of hues. He likes it vibrant and alive. His eyes swept his surroundings.

The red of the stoplight at the other side of the road. The yellow of the boots worn by the little boy walking with his mother. The lime green of the phone case used by this tall man in front of the group of people waiting for the green to turn on at the other side. The pink hair of the petite girl behind him. The blue of t-

Wait.

Pink.

Pink hair.

His eyes went back to the source of that rose color that halted his breathing and his heartbeat. His eyes has always been his best asset, because it never misses.

Especially her. He still believes that even in a sea of people, he would always see her. Even without that ridiculous pink mane of hers, she will always stand out among the ordinary people of this earth.

It was like slow motion — the movement of her lips as she sings along to a song playing through her plugged earphones in which he’s pretty sure is a Bon Iver song (“It’s emo and perfect for winter! And besides, Bon Iver is literally ‘good winter’ in English. They’re supposed to be played during cold weather so you could mope and cry!”); a tendril of her pink hair caught in that mouth when the wind blew, her gloved fingers trying to brush it off; the arch of her scarf-covered neck as she looked up at the sky and offered a tiny glare; and the flutter of her eyelids as she faced the road and the spark of recognition in those emerald eyes of hers as their gazes met.

He could almost hear her right then and there, 15 meters between them with a throng of pedestrians just waiting to get to the other side just like the two of them, as she opens her mouth in a gasp of surprise.

Sasuke-kun, she’ll say.

But to his dismay and relief, she didn’t. Instead, she gave him a radiant smile. A smile that made this snow covered world a bit brighter and better and warmer.

He could barely breathe. He knew he wanted the spring, the colors and the hope it brings to anyone who experience it. He wanted some full living color in this monochromatic life of his and now that he got this, her of all things, he couldn’t even swallow his own spit.

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8 years ago

“What’s your favorite song?”

They’re cuddled together in bed, naked, her head on his shoulder with his arm around her and hers tracing his abs, his other arm folded under his head. It’s freezing cold because of the early winter but their naked bodies offer enough heat to each other.

He opened his sleepy eyes and turned to his girlfriend, and saw her looking up at him with those green doe eyes, “Hn?”

“I just realized, Sasuke-kun,” she continued, still looking up at him. “We’ve been dating for like almost a year now and I still don’t know your favorite song. I rarely see you listen to music. You’re always with your books and poetry.”

“No, I’m not,” he retorted. Is it bad that he likes to read?

“Uhm, yes you are,” she said back. “Either those or your coffee or any school related shit. I don’t even see you with other people aside from Naruto, of course, and your family.”

“And Colonel Mustard,” he answered.

“He’s a cat,” she answered deadpan.

He sighed. He moved the arm under his head and used its hand to hold her cheek, “You forgot yourself.” His arm around her tightened to pull her even closer. He whispered to her, “I’m always with you.”

Sasuke saw her blush and felt her hand on his abs slap his skin. He winced a little. Seriously, her hand could either make him gasp in pleasure or in pain.

“I know that already so stop distracting me!”, she scolded him. “I wanna know your favorite song. I know your favorite movie, favorite author, favorite dish, favorite ice cream flavor even though you always say you hate ice cream, favorite jeans to wear just to make me think about grabbing your beautiful ass every time I see you in it. I even know your favorite sex position even if you haven’t told me, for God’s sake!”

He almost choked on that last one. She had always have no filter with her mouth and that may be her biggest flaw, but that’s also her strength and charm. She’s so vulgar and frank and just straight-up business when it’s about to go down. And right now, it is going down with her.

“If you don’t say it right now I’m not gonna give you head for two weeks,” she warned. He would’ve been worried that he wouldn’t get a blowjob for two long weeks if he can’t get a different kind of pleasure just by seeing her come and unravel before his eyes whenever they make love.

‘As if that’s the only satisfaction I get from you’, he thought with a small smirk.

He ran his hand on her side back and forth, squeezing her hip when it landed there, “I don’t have any favorite song.”

“Bullshit. Everyone has their favorite song. Why won’t you tell me?”, she whines. In retaliation, she also uses her hand to caress his chest and abdomen. He shivers.

“Because I don’t have one,” he calmly answered, his hand still running over her. They’re both using the power of their touch to distract and to persuade. He likes this game, he decided.

“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to say it to me.”

“No.”

“Why won’t you?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Is it embarassing?”

“What?”

They didn’t notice that they moved now. She’s now on top of him, her pink hair cascading down on him like a curtain that hides them from the world, her arms caging his head as she looks down on him with determination. His hands are now both on her thighs while she straddles him, going back and forth as he feels himself get hard and heat up.

“Is it by some artist with problematic tendencies?”

He rolled his eyes, “No. I just don’t have one.”

“Is it a cheesy romantic ballad?”

“Sakura..”

“Is it by Skrillex? I swear to God I’ll strangle you.”

“Sakura..”

“Or is it from broadway? Don’t worry, I know you like theater and plays and I do, too! I love Mu-“

Out of slight irritation for too much talking and the sight of her naked breast on his face, he pulled her down and kissed the hell out of her. He heard her whimper for a second, followed by her moans as soon as his tongue found its way in her mouth. He groaned in response, she goes crazy when she hears it.

Unfortunately, it’s not enough to shut her up.

She broke the kiss and with a slight pant, “C’mon Sasuke-kun.”

He flopped his arms wide open on the mattress, and looked heavenwards before turning on her. “I could say the same to you. I don’t know your favorite song too.”

That made her halt in her movements, which is crawling backwards to sit on his crotch. She sat on his abdomen instead, “Really?”

It’s a given that she will question him regarding this since she tells him absolutely almost everything. From her latest discovered band to a recent discovery in medicine by a genius dude whose name he doesn’t even remember, she shares it with him. Favorite anime character, favorite memory with him, favorite pair of underwear — he knows it all because she’s that open to him about things she love.

But his sharp memory tells him that she forgot to include her favorite song. It’s hard for Sasuke to remember things that doesn’t have any business with him, especially things he doesn’t care about. But since Sakura is his only business and definitely the woman he most care about next to his mother, anything that tumbles out of her mouth will automatically find its way to the storage in his brain and his heart and it’ll be there for him to remember forever, no matter how mundane it is such as a favorite scented candle or favorite episode of How I Met Your Mother.

He sighed while staring at her fondly, “Really.” She just stared back, her head tilting slightly like a puppy as she process this new information. She looked absolutely adorable in his eyes and he felt his lips turn into a soft smile.

‘Too cute’, he thought. If she’s not naked on top of him right now, he might’ve told her outloud.

Before he could even reach out to caress her stomach, she got up from her position on his abdomen and hopped out of bed. He leans on his elbow to watch her rummage through her bag, as nonchalant as a new born baby can be in just her skin and nothing else, and he continued to watch in awe and fascination.

“Yosh!”, she exclaimed after a few moments. She turned around and flopped down on the bed on her stomach, with her hands holding her ipod. She plugged in her earphones on the device and looked at him dead in the eye, “I love this dude named Justin Vernon.”

He was still leaning on his elbows when he suddenly sat up straight, “What the fu- who the fuck is h- I swear to God Sak-“ and continued to sputter shit.

“Shut your hole and let me speak you dumb baby,” she covered his mouth shut. “Do you think I’m capable of loving someone other than you?”

Sasuke immediately didn’t know what to say at that and even felt his stomach flutter a bit. He blinked once, twice, while looking at her. He was gonna lean closer to her when she added, “Though this dude could be a close second.”

His reins are up again and this time, Sakura just laughed at him. ‘The audacity!’ he thought internally.

She removed her hand on his mouth and continued, “He’s a dude that once holed up in his father’s hunting cabin in the mountains after a break-up and wrote the best album of all time.”

After that, he found himself sitting with his back against the headboard of his bed, watching and listening to the love of his life talk about her love for this sad and broken man who made her favorite album. And for the first time, he didn’t feel jealous that she’s talking about some other guy and how she loves him so. He actually felt sorry for him, and yes, a bit impressed too. Making a classic album after a break-up? That’s neat.

He doesn’t know the pain to be dealt with when you’ve broken up with someone because Sakura was his first girlfriend. And honestly, he doesn’t, couldn’t, even think about being apart from her. Just the thought of them breaking up already makes him panic a little. He always thought to himself, ‘I will never let that happen.’

His position against the head of the bed gives him perfect view of her lying on her stomach, still animatedly talking about the girl, popularly known as Emma, who broke this Justin’s heart and inspired him to write a whole record.

Then she played a whole album for him, from start to finish. A roller coaster of emotions passed through him. He never knew music could transport you into another realm like this. At one time they stopped using the earphone splitter as they both listen to the whole album in separate earphones. They shared one pair of earphones and she finally played her favorite song which was also the last track on the record, “This is my favorite song of all time. It’s called Re:Stacks.”

Strums of guitar started to pour through and then he heard the song she loves very much. He heard a song of a broken man. His words penetrates through Sasuke and he found himself closing his eyes to absorb it all — the pain, the longing, and the acceptance in the end.

He didn’t notice that the song already ended until he felt Sakura gently straddle his lap which made him open his eyes. He saw her looking at him, with a soft smile grazing her pink lips. “Hi,” she whispered sweetly.

He continued staring at her while removing the earbud from his ear. He sighed deeply and murmured back, “Hi.”

“What do you think? You seemed to like it,” she whispered again, still smiling at him, her hand reaching out to push his bangs back away from his face.

He nods, “It’s beautiful.” The intimacy of the moment made them want to whisper to each other, as if there’s an audience watching and listening. He caressed her thighs straddling his hips, “He seemed to be in so much pain and disbelief, but there’s a feeling of acceptance and letting go in the end. Sad but beautiful.”

She smiled brightly at him, making him tighten his hands on her thighs. She’s beautiful and she makes his heart ache so goddamn good. “I’m glad you liked it,” Sakura said. Her eyes suddenly trained downcast and her fingers fumble with the chain on his neck.

He frowned for a moment, not knowing what caused the sudden change on her demeanor. She’s such an open book and add that with the years of being friends and lovers, he could instantly tell what she’s feeling with just one glance.

He lifted her face by using his hand, the other tugging her closer so he could prop his knees up, “What is it?”

Sakura looked at him quietly, her green eyes slowly sweeping the features on his face. She traced it with her fingers and when she reached his mouth, Sasuke gently puckered his lips to kiss them. It made her smile.

“I know it’s a sad song,” she started. “Hell, the whole album is a sad one. Justin wrote it about ‘Emma’ and he was heartbroken and in despair for so long. Emma broke his heart — shattered it even.”

She licked her lips and subtly shakes her head. Then she continued talking, now looking at his lips, “And I know we’re happy and I’m hopelessly in love with you and I know you love me too, but..”

Green eyes met his black ones, “I want you to know that you’re my Emma. You always will be.”

Sasuke’s heart skipped a beat. She said it so achingly vulnerable and soft and heartfelt that he felt it in his bones, rattling everything he believes in. She could tell him the world is square and he will believe her if she talks and looks at him like that.

She continued to babble, words tumbling out of her mouth trying to convey her feelings. He listens.

“And if I could write songs — damn if I could write a whole album — it would be about you. About us. About you and your stoic perfect face that makes me frustrated and flustered at once. The way you push your hair back, your eyes, your hands — everything about you. I will get holed up in a cave or in my own room and pour my heart in every song like Justin did and make you an album, but I couldn’t do that and I could only say these things to your face like this and I hope it’s enough. I hope it’s enough for you to never leave me, I hope that I’m good enough for you. And just like Emma, you will always have a piece of my heart when and if, God forbid, we ever broke up. I wi-“

He couldn’t take it anymore. His heart was about to burst out from his chest and her words are starting to get ridiculous because who would dare leave her? How could he ever leave her, let alone think about leaving her? If it ever comes to worst, which he will fight so hard not to happen, he won’t be the one to leave. Sakura might just realize how much he lacks and how unworthy he is, and that’s when she leaves. But right now, she’s here. And she’s kissing him. And she loves him.

And so he did what he does best.

He grabbed her face and slammed his mouth against hers. Sasuke heard her whimper and he kissed her harder. ‘Mine. Mine. Mine,’ he selfishly said in his head.

Her arms wound around his neck as he cradles her face closer to his, pouring his feelings through their passionate kiss. He felt something wet on his face and realized that Sakura was crying.

She has always been emotional and Sasuke knows she feels intense emotions at the moment that’s why she’s shedding tears. It made him break their liplock and kissed away her tears on her cheeks to her eyes. He felt her smile against his face and he kissed her again, softly this time. When he broke the kiss for the second time, he stared intently at her, “I love you.”

Sasuke shook her head a little to let her know he’s serious, “Sakura, I love you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re mine just as I am yours, and I love you so much.”

Sasuke will always be reserved when it comes to his emotions and hearing these words of love, affection and reassurance made Sakura cry a little harder. She hugged him, her arms tightening around his shoulders and her face buried against his neck. He kissed her hair, his own arms caging her to him.

They continued being like that — with the pursuit of knowing Sasuke’s favorite song forgotten, with Sasuke’s words earlier still reverberating around the room, and his unsaid ones echoing inside his heart, body and soul.

‘You’re my Emma too, Sakura.’

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They met at the center of the road. From up above, you’ll see two opposite colors at the middle of the lane with a stream of people continuously going back and forth around them like a stream — her pink strands and his black mane. There they stood, onyx orbs meeting jade ones.

Sasuke looks at her — just that. Words have left him once his eyes reached her figure from across the road. It’s all he can do right now; just look at her and contemplate whether this is fate or a mere coincidence, a blessing or a curse. Maybe God heard his prayers and now spitting on him.

He opened his mouth to taste her name from his lips, unmentioned for the past 6 years. His friends have been very careful around him after their breakup. No one mentioned her name. During spring, the term cherry blossom is always used instead.

He wants to know now if the familiar sweep of his tongue when he calls her still gives him a sense of belongingness and home, because only God knows how much he’s never been home all these years. He will do just that when she removed her earbuds and beat him to it.

“Sasuke.”

He might’ve shivered a little. Not from the cold, not even from the cadence of her voice or the familiarity of her eyes. It’s from the little ache in his heart, because it has been such a long time.

He also noticed how she called him without that suffix. Sasuke felt it sting a bit. He swallowed hard before greeting her back by saying, “Sakura.”

She smiled, “Hi.”

Her smile still brought a tiny smirk from him, earning him another smile from her. She always knew how to push his right buttons. “Hi,” he murmured back.

She looked around then, her eyes darting throughout their surroundings, “As much as I want to stand here and try to look like we’re shooting a music video in the middle of the road, we can’t.”

She laughed at that and surprising him, grabbed his arm and led him towards the direction he was going. She pulled him so that they could walk side by side and asked him, “You’re going to buy coffee and read, right?”

Surprise must’ve been written all over his face for she laughed a little and nodded her head towards the paper bag of books he’s holding. He looked down on it as she continued to say teasingly, “You always need coffee when you read. You still haven’t changed, Sasuke! Let me guess.. Bukowski?”

He’s never been so glad to have his scarf around his neck until now because he knows that his nape just turned red, as is his ears which Sakura noticed. She laughed again and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Shut up.”

They continued to walk until they reached his favorite café. He opened the door for her and she halts in her steps and looked at him with an amazed expression, “Whoa there. You’ve never opened the door for me before. This is new. Thanks.” She proceeded to enter and left him there, still holding the door open, thinking about what she said.

‘Really?’ he thought to himself.

Sasuke followed her inside where he’s sure she will pick a spot near the glass windows so she could see the people outside. She always liked to observe people when they’re mostly in their most unpretentious, which is simply walking down the street.

But she surprised him again by choosing seats against the wall opposite the glass windows. Above their seats on the wall is a black and white picture of a couple sitting on a bench with shared earplugs and holding hands.

‘How apt,’ he commented on his head. Then he heard it from Sakura herself, “Hey, don’t they remind you of us before? Ah, nostalgic.”

She removed her white trench coat and now sitting, sporting a military green turtleneck sweater and denim jeans with black knee high boots. He admits she looked good, extremely good, and he pushes his thoughts away. He berates himself inwardly, ‘Now is not the time moron.’

He nodded his head in answer as he removed his coat and scarf, leaving him with a dark blue sweater. He placed his paper bag of books under the table and said, “I’ll order now.”

Sasuke knows her usual — coffee with one pack of sugar and three packs of cream — so he didn’t bother asking her. That’s why when he was gonna go to the counter, Sakura interrupted him with, “I quit coffee a long time ago, Sasuke.”

That made him stop on his tracks and face her again. She smiled a little, “I’ll have black tea. Oh, and a strawberry muffin. Thanks.”

He blinked for a while, then nodded his head in understanding. He went to the counter and ordered for them. As he waited, he watched her from the corner of his eye. His eyes took her in for the nth time since laying his eyes on her again after six goddamn years.

Many things about her took him by suprise — her preference for a spot inside the café and her liking to black tea, her pink hair now in a messy bun at the top of her head revealing her forehead (she’s insecure about her forehead before that’s why she always wear her hair down with bangs covering it), and her being a bit more reserved, unlike before where she’s always on her feet most of the time because she’s full of energy and enthusiasm. She looks sophisticated now, with her dark red lipstick on her lips. She was never the dark color type of girl, but now she looks fierce and classy even with just a lipstick on and nothing else on her face.

But there are still things that didn’t change. She’s still short; a bit taller than she was back then but still way shorter than him. She reaches his chin before but now, she’s able to barely reach his nose. But then, he became taller since then so maybe she never grew at all. She still loves taking pictures of everything whether it’s a cute dog that passes by her, a pretty graffiti she spots when they’re in the car, or her shoes for the day. Right now, it’s the neon signs of the café, with her fingers posing to make a finger heart for her to capture. Fucking adorable, he thought.

Above all, she’s still bubbly. After all the shit that happened, he’s extremely glad she never lost her bubbly personality. He remembered the last time they saw each other, how broken she looked that day when they broke up, how much self-control it took for him not to reach out and take back all that he said. He was afraid he took out the best parts of her. But seeing her now made him release a thorn on his pierced heart, relieving him some of the ache that still lingers.

A tap on his shoulder woke him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw their literature professor in college, Kakashi Hatake.

“Mr. Uchiha, what a pleasant surprise,” the gray haired man exclaimed, his ever present mask still covering half of his face. They never knew what he looked like.

“Sir,” Sasuke replied. This earned a chuckle from Kakashi. He heard him say, “Still stiff as a board, I see.”

He snorted, “Still nosy.”

Kakashi laughed, “Been a while since I saw you here. I heard you moved out of Japan for good? Since what? 5 years ago?”

“Six, actually. I got back last year. Gotta take care of family business since..” Sasuke trailed off.

Kakashi’s eyes seemed to soften at that, and undeniably filled with pity. He nodded somberly, “Yeah.. Your brother would have been proud of you.”

His throat constricted at that statement. A pair of black eyes as dark as his looking at him — fondly, teasingly, lovingly — made its way to his mind.

Itachi.

Everyone in Tokyo, probably in all of Japan, knew the death of Itachi Uchiha 7 years ago. Just a simple visit at the grocery, a luxury he didn’t have in his leisure since he’s the heir of the biggest manufacturing company in Asia, and all of a sudden found dead inside because he chose to protect the mother and child from being shot by a robber.

Everyone tells Sasuke he’s a noble man; people he didn’t even know showed up on his wake and said their condolences, and he said choked-up thanks, and he held onto Sakura’s hand tightly because nothing seemed to anchor him to reality anymore. Sasuke watched as his mother cried until she passed out, his father stare into space as he held his wife, and his own self drown in anger and misery.

How dare Itachi leave him alone? How dare Itachi sacrifice himself and die? How dare Itachi pass his responsibilities onto his shoulders, uncontrollably shaking so hard because of the wrecking sobs he let out once in the comfort of his dead brother’s room?

Sasuke averted his eyes for he knows Kakashi is as sharp as any investigator and he might see through him. He just nodded in response.

The other man noticed the change in Sasuke so he changed the topic, “So are you still with my favorite student?”

That made Sasuke look back at Kakashi and stammered a little, “I- I- uhh..”

Kakashi’s sharp eyes roamed around the café and obviously lit up when it landed on pink. He looked back at Sasuke slyly, “I see.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to tell him that he’s wrong but unfortunately, his order was already called. Kakashi just patted his shoulder again and saluted at him, taking lazy strides as he walked out of the café, his iconic copy of the first volume of Icha-Icha peaking through the pocket of his sling bag. Sasuke shook his head.

Lifting his and Sakura’s orders back to their table, Sasuke composed himself as he makes his way to her. They might not be the same as before, but he knows Sakura can see immediately through him if there are thoughts running through his head.

He saw Sakura leaning against the table; her left arm folded across her chest on the table and her right folded at the elbow as she grips her phone. She finally took off her gloves, the said item tossed in her bag. When he placed down the tray, she took her eyes off the phone and gave him a small smile. As he sat down he heard, “Thanks.” He just nodded as a reply. What can he say anyway?

“Was that Kakashi sensei back there earlier?”, she asked. “I think I saw his anti-gravity hair but didn’t see his mask coz you were blocking it.” She laughed a bit as she sips her tea.

Anti-gravity hair, he chuckled inwardly. He fought a laugh as well, “Aa. He just annoyed me.”

She giggled, “That old man, still nosy as hell huh? For a guy, he’s so nosy that it’s borderline intrusive! But why didn’t he come over and talk to me? We haven’t seen each other for so long! Wow, so much for being his favorite pupil.”

He sipped his hot coffee as he looked at her, “He likes his porn better than you.”

She almost choked with her muffin. “True, but at least I know what he looks like underneath,” she smugly commented while smothering a chuckle.

Sasuke’s eyes widened, silently asking her to confirm if what he heard was right. She laughed a bit and teasingly said, “Don’t worry. You’re still much better looking. Though he’s a really close second, I’m telling you.” Then she laughed again, making him smile genuinely.

Sasuke’s heart squeezed a little. It was just like old times when they were teens, with their gazes lingering a bit too long to consider as a friendly look. They did this a lot when they were in high school having study breaks in the coffee shop near their school. Their undying affectionate banter filling up their space. Even when surrounded by friends, they always seem to have their own little world where only the two of them exist.

They were each other’s first love. And right at this moment, 6 years past the best and worst times of his life, Sasuke’s heart lit up with unexplicable spark. One more smile from her and he will lit up like forest fire.

A shrill of a phone ringing caught his attention.

A radiant grin from her caught his breath..

and a glimmer of something shiny on her left hand stopped it altogether.

It all happened in slow motion — the way her eyes shift from him to the black device on the table, the way her teeth was slowly revealed as she smiled brightly after seeing the name of the caller, the way her left hand’s ring finger containing the offending platinum band with a diamond hurt his eyes as she accepts the call.

Then he heard her sweetly say, “Neji-kun.”

And the forest fire of hope inside him dissipates with the heavy rain of his despair falling down on him.

-fin-

(A/N: Special chapter is up here on tumblr and ffnet. See you soon!)

special chapter | part 2

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every-fandom-is-like-home-2 · 7 years ago

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Happy father’s day

Minato Namikaze:[Appearing in Naruto's mind after release of the 8th tail]"I prayed I'd never see your face again,demon fox. But even in these circumstances,meeting my grow-up son is something of a pleasure. We'll call it even."

The Distance from the family could be difficult,solitary...but then,when it happen the meeting between a son and his father( even if he is a Phantom, a Baker, a Ninja,a Farmer, a Fighter o a Common Man)...in that moment every doubt,pain disappear...only joy remain <3 ~Broadway Girl~

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honey-booty-chips-blog · 7 years ago

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u want a silly scenario to start with? cause how about rfa+ all go to disneyland together for like a week, platonic group friendships would be preferred but go nuts dude(s)!

we are all about those silly scenarios, anon! we were pretty thrilled upon receiving this request, especially since admin c is a HUGE disney fan and could probably tell you where every hidden mickey is in the park. hehe~

YOOSUNG• this puppy is an endless ball of energy at disneyland • he wants to go on ALL the rides and eat ALL the food and meet ALL the characters• he is low-key• l o w - k e y• scared of the haunted mansion,,• he’s not entirely convinced that the characters are just actors• “MC! it’s peter pan! did he know we were gonna be here today?”• >>>>neRVOUS SWEATING• he destroys everyone at buzz lightyear’s astro blasters and acts like it’s no big deal• he cries when he goes on the matterhorn• definitely gets spooked when the first firework goes off• he gets himself a ton of souvenirs and falls asleep that night cradling a mickey he bought

ZEN• zen sings along to all the instrumental songs from musicals that play on main street• actually..• he just sings along to practically every song in the park• and he’ll get ‘em stuck in your head• “YO HO YO HO A PIRATE’S LIFE FOR ME”• “can you shut up already”• he takes a selfie with every single character but he hogs the screen so they usually only end up partially in frame• “hey MC who’s more beautiful me or elsa”• “i can only see half of elsa’s face”• “.. so me then”• at least a dozen people recognize him so he ends up buying a pair of sunglasses and a mickey hat within the first hour there• he gets kind of sentimental at one point and tells you how badly he wants to be in a disney broadway show• such as• beauty and the B E A S T ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

JAEHEE• actual mom jaehee• f a s t p a s s e s• makes sure everyone is staying hydrated and even brought personalized water bottles for everyone• she’s always the most enthusiastic one when it comes to disneyland because she never got to go there as a child• she loves the parade so much• she gets all jittery when the characters wave at her• HAS A MASSIVE PIN COLLECTION• definitely the only one laughing at the skipper’s jokes on the jungle cruise• “ladies and gentleman, welcome to the eighth wonder of the world, the backside of water!”• “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”• 10/10 the best person to go to disneyland with

JUMIN• mista trust fund kid is oddly fascinated by it’s a small world and makes everyone go on it four times• refuses to wait in a line with a wait time of more than 35 minutes• he is very uncomfortable around the characters (especially those in full suits) • his life flashes before his eyes when pluto waves at him• is disappointed by the quality of meals (especially given the price) but is intrigued by how good the churros are• buys elizabeth 19385774738 souvenirs• plushies• jewelry• figures• artwork• e v e r y t h i n g• all in all a confused dad but he’s having a good time

707• THE WORKERS HAVE TO STOP THE RIDE BECAUSE HE’S STANDING UP IN SPLASH MOUNTAIN• he brings props to pose with when the camera on the ride takes a picture at the climax• reading a newspaper• playing a board game• having a sword fight with yoosung• who knows• you’re getting on space mountain when he says• “if i wanted to i could probably hack this and make it go 500 mph”• “OKAY NO”• “i could make it go backwards—”• pirates of the caribbean is his favorite ride• he definitely yells at the people in the blue bayou as you guys float by• he makes the characters do “”“squad poses”“” with him during pictures• somehow knows the best times to get on rides??• there are no lines with this guy• super useful, super entertaining, and also mildly terrifying

V• what do you expect• he’s taking pictures of everything• he gets a rlly cute group shot of everyone in front of the castle• he really likes the water rides but his all-time favorite ride is the mad tea party• he spins the teacup like there is no tomorrow• have mercy jihyun• not a screamer but his face is frozen in fear during the drops and it’s kind of hilarious• gets fuckin lost every 20 minutes so everybody pitches in and buys him a couple of light up balloons• he is now a satellite• during the fireworks, you notice he’s p sad so you nudge him and ask if he’s okay• “oh. yeah, i’m good. i just… i can’t see the fireworks as well as i used to.”• OUCH WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH HOMIE• he has gone on every ride in the park by the end of the day• but at what cost• he practically passed out as soon as you all get to the hotel• sleepy man,,

UNKNOWN• you think saeran would hate disneyland• and tbh he does at first• he glares at each and every kid who’s crying• “isn’t this supposed to be the happiest place on earth? so why are they crying?”• it turns out his weakness is the food• he loves dole whips..…,, so much• he will pay the extra $1.50 if a food item is mickey mouse-shaped• his favorite thing to do is get a huge ice cream sundae and sit on the curb to watch the parade go by• caN YOU IMAGINE HIM FEEDING THE RESIDENT DUCKS LITTLE PIECES OF HIS FUNNEL CAKE AWW• saeyoung buys him a pair of light-up mickey ears and tbh he loves them• (but he would never admit it)• lots of unexpected smiles from this grumpy boy

VANDERWOOD• vanderwood is going to try to enjoy himself• and he actually manages to do so once he discovers autopia• he gets hella mad when saeyoung rear-ends his car• he gets hella mad when saeyoung does anything at the park tbh• “SAEYOUNG FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP NARUTO RUNNING THROUGH PIXIE HOLLOW”• hesitantly helps a lost kid find their mom at one point• unlike jaehee, he is thoroughly unamused by the jungle cruise skipper’s jokes• he has the jokes practically memorized by his third time on it (jaehee really likes the jungle cruise okay let her live)• definitely the type to go back to the hotel and just watch the fireworks from there• ……… but a part of him wishes he had stayed to watch them • he had fun• maybe• (yeah)

~ admin c & admin e

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sharigone · 7 years ago

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Summary: “ Her endless pools reflected the moon in the most wonderful way. In some weird way, I felt connected to Hinata and almost protective over her. I wanted things to go her way and I’d do my hardest to help.” College AU. Rated T, might be changed to M later.

Pairing: NaruHina

Bleachers Chapter Two: O, Romeo

“A romance play! You didn’t tell me it would be a romance!” I groaned when he handed me the scripts.

It would be super hard to convince Hinata to join me on this one. I can already see her running off the stage when our characters have to profess their love to each other. It couldn’t hurt to try though, maybe she’ll agree to it just for the scholarship. Although I wish Sai would’ve warned me ahead of time.

Today there would be an orientation in the theatre about auditions and call backs and the auditions would start the following day. Basically all we had to do is show up and sign up. Hinata and I decided to meet up in my dorm room with Sasuke after she is done with her Calculus course since the dorms were close by. Worked perfectly. We would have at least an hour to go over the lines and hopefully go to the orientation if she still wanted to go through with it.

Until then, I decided I’d play games with the guys before they had to go to class. Shikamaru and Sasuke always tried to find the smart way to the goal in our multiplayer mission but I liked doing things head first, so usually when we play our video games together, we ended up arguing about which route is the best route before we just end up blowing stuff up on the game.

“Damn it, Naruto! I told you to take cover by the car, not throw grenades!” Shikamaru slammed his controller.

“Now you alerted the enemy.” Sasuke squinted his eyes at me.

“Why walk on eggshells when a grenade can take out about half of them?”

“You never think these things through and it drags the mission.”

“Whatever. You’re just mad because I like to actually utilize the weapons we have.” I waved them off, getting up to grab some soda.

“Hey, what’s that over there?” Sasuke nudged his head towards the script.

“Nothing.” I shielded it from his view.

This only irritated him and he snatched it from behind me.

“A play?” Shikamaru raised his eyebrow, “Not just any play, but a romance. Just wait until Chouji and Kiba hear about this.”

“No! Whatever you do, don’t tell Kiba!” I waved my arms frantically.

If Kiba got any word of this, I would have no end to all of the theatre jokes and pokes.

“I can already hear the dog-faced idiot.” Sasuke snickered to himself, “O, Romeo where art thou?”

“Shut up, will ya!” I punched his arm, “Don’t you guys have a class to go to?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. See ya… Romeo.” Shikamaru got his bag and left with Sasuke.

I cursed to myself and kicked my door shut. They were definitely telling Kiba; they couldn’t possibly resist such a golden moment. It was only a few minutes before I heard a light tapping on the door which could only come from Hinata. I happily greeted her and let her inside. She fidgeted with her hair and her scarf as she sat down on my bed so I decided to try to make her a little more comfortable.

“How was class?” I started.

“It was fine. Just graphing and unknown variables, the usual.” she turned her head to the side.

I got the scripts and handed on to her, “I’ll let you read through it before we get started.”

“Penelope.” she read the title, “The play is Greek?”

“Uh, yeah.” I nodded, sitting across from her in my swivel chair.

We silently read the entire script together. The drama team decided to do a more modern take on the old Greek play to attract a broader audience which I thought was pretty cool. I finished reading the script but I knew she finished when her usual light pink tint spread across her cheeks.

“A romance.” she stuttered between her words.

“Yeah, I had no clue. Sai didn’t care to let me know about that.” I scratched behind my head nervously, “If this is too much for you, it’s okay to back out.”

She thought about if for a second, her gaze glancing all around the room before she stuck out her pinky towards me.

“We made a promise remember?”

“Yeah. Are you sure though?” I wrapped my bigger pinky around her’s.

She nodded, “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

I let out a hearty laugh and leaned back in my chair, “I’ve always known you were funny, Hinata.”

She brought her hands up to her lips and let out a small chuckle at her own joke.

“I’m really gonna have to break out of my shell if I’m going to play Penelope.” she noted.

“You can do it, keep your eyes on the prize.”

“Right. Shall we go over the lines?”

I gave a quick nod as we started to rehearse the lines and before we knew it, it was time to head out to the theatre. The director of the play was Miss Fuyu, she apparently did Broadway once and was an expert in everything related to plays and musicals. I saw Sai painting in the background with a few other people while Miss Fuyu gave everyone a run down of how auditions and callbacks work, the story behind the play, and the schedules. Hinata took all the notes and listened attentively to everything she was saying. At the end of the orientation we had to sign the sheet and put down which role we were trying for. I, of course but Odysseus and Hinata put down Penelope. Tomorrow we’d have to meet at the theatre at the same time which would a bit of a rush since both Hinata and I had class before then. We’d make it work though.

“Do you think Miss Fuyu will want us to do the entire play for the audition or just a certain scene?” Hinata asked as we walked out of the theatre.

“Gee, I dunno.” I thought a little, “Guess we find out tomorrow.”

“I was just wondering because..” she fumbled between her words, “Y’know because… of that scene at the end.”

“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled nervously.

There was a kiss scene at the end of the play. I knew exactly what she was worried about.

“I’ve never actually kissed...anyone.” she admitted, turning her head away from me.

“Wait what?” I stopped our walk and turned her to look at me, “Not once! Not even a peck?”

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

“C’mon, Hinata! That’s crazy, I mean you’re really pretty how could it not have happened?”

She let out a small gasp before raised her hands up to cover her cheeks, shaking her head furiously.

“My nose is always in a book. Besides, I wasn’t ever really interested.”

I guess I can see where she’s coming from. My first kiss was accidental with Sasuke of all people, but we buried that deep in the grave and it is never supposed to be brought up again. And then there was that time in my first year in university when I had seven minutes in heaven with this girl named, Saya. That was less than pleasant, I had no experience and she insisted on shoving her tongue down my throat. I could gag at the very thought. Yikes.

“You don’t want your first kiss being with me?” I smirked mischievously.

“No, no it’s not that!” she shrieked.

“Oh, so you do want to kiss me.” I had to admit I liked seeing her get all worked up.

Her face was beet red and she did her best to hide herself in her hair, “Naruto!”

“I’m just messing with you.” I bursted out laughing and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, continuing our walk.

She gently poked my side and pouted, her face still red. Oh, this was pure gold.

“That was not nice, Naruto!”

“Oh, c’mon it was funny. At least a little!”

She shook her head defiantly.

“C’mon!”

“Nope!”

“Admit it! It was a good one.”

“Slightly.” she bubbled up in laughter.

“That's more I like it.” I laughed with her, “I’ve got class right now but we’re all going out for drinks later, wanna join?”

“Um, it sounds like fun.” she glanced my way before looking back down at her feet.

“Cool! See ya there!” I gave her a thumbs up before running off to the Communications building.

I turned my back once and saw her back where we stood, smiling and waving at me. Her hair contrasting the sun in the most mesmerizing way. I had a small feeling I’d have a hard time keeping her out of my head.

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stalebreadsticc · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @bitbridge47 she’s fucking great so whoever bothers to read this should check her out. 10/10 highly recommend

5 things you can find in my blog

1. Naruto

2. Wrestling

3. Dungeons and Dragons

4. Aliens (ie, Steven Universe, Invader Zim, Conspiracies, ect)

5. Broadway

5 things you’ll find in my bag

1. Headphones

2. Pocket Knife

3. Band Aids

4. Nude Lipstick

5. Comb (Doubles as a knife)

5 things you can find in my bedroom

1. Doodles

2. Buddha Statues

3. A lot of hair gel and pomade

4. Reference Books

5. Many many forms of schedules

5 things I always wanted to do

1. Backpack around the world

2. Meet a celeb

3. Preform in a band

4. Own my own home

5. Find a person who loves me

5 things that make me happy

1. Rain

2. Aliens

3. Friendos

4. Eucalyptus scents

5. Weird clothes

5 things I’m currently into

1. Aliens. More specifically: People of Earth

2. Youtube Singer Caleb Hyles

3. Be More Chill / Dear Evan Hansen

4. Drawing

5. Researching random topics

5 things on my to do list

1. Homework that I’m too lazy to actually do

2. Writing plots for a campaign I’ll never do xD

3. Dying a few people’s hair

4. Work out

5. Watch the new people of earth episode xD

5 things you might not know about me

1. My hair is aggressively green

2. Aside from how I look, I’m generally not interesting

3. I’d consider myself non binary but I don’t like talkin’ about it

4. I draw sometimes

5. My man crush is Ewan McGregor and Cesaro

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extranoodlesyvr-blog · 7 years ago

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Hokkaido Ramen Santouka

Introduction

We’ve only just made it to our third review, and the Extra Noodles family has already expanded! I wanted to introduce to you a few guest stars that will occasionally show up in our reviews: Auntie Noods and Uncle Noods (who clearly chose their own names) who are very close friends to Mr. and Mrs. Noodles. We are excited to have them on board, especially since that gives us many more reasons to go out and eat! Despite the smoky skies from the past few days, Auntie & Uncle Noods wanted to check out the second round of fireworks, and figured they would stop for ramen somewhere nearby. Since they planned to watch the show from Jericho Beach, instead of English Bay downtown, they decided to visit Hokkaido Ramen Santouka on Broadway. Let’s see what they had to say!

The Place

As you may have already guessed from the name, Santouka started in the 1980s in Japan’s northern island, Hokkaido. The business was conceived by founder Hitoshi Hatanaka, who simply told his family: “I’m going to make delicious ramen”. And that was that. Now, Santouka has over 50 locations worldwide, 20 of them being in Japan alone, and 37 overseas.

Vancouver is home to two of the three Canadian locations, with the first shop downtown on Robson St., and their newer location on W Broadway, a short walk from the Canada Line. The second location is still relatively new, opening its doors only as of late January 2017.

Parking isn’t too hard to come by around the area. Everything is paid parking, however, you can usually find a spot along the various side streets off W Broadway. Auntie and Uncle noods arrived at the restaurant at 7:45 pm, and there seemed to be quite a few people waiting at the doorway. Nevertheless, they didn’t have to wait long and were seated rather quickly. The restaurant was definitely a full house, and the Noods were glad they arrived when they did-- beckoning a new wave of people waiting to get in shortly after them.

The restaurant itself is small and cozy. It is fairly traditional in decoration, and several interesting photographs of the Ainu (the Japanese indigenous peoples) are hung on the walls. Due to the place being pretty busy, it took about 7-10 minutes for someone to take their order. This wasn’t that bad of a wait, but Auntie and Uncle Noods were pretty quick to decide what they wanted. They were definitely ready to eat!

The Ramen

Interested in how we come to a decision? Check out our rubric page for a detailed break-down of our rating system!

After some deliberation, Auntie Noods had settled on ordering the Shoyu Chashu Ramen with an added Ajitama. Ready to eat, she definitely spent a bit of time debating between the regular and large size. Ultimately, opting for the “safer” option, she stuck with the regular size and was glad she did (she was super full by the end!). Here’s what she thought:

Broth: Auntie Noods was very impressed with their shoyu broth. The first thing that comes to her mind is “umami”. It was rich, flavourful, and full of that savoury umami goodness you know and love. Now, although it was packed with flavour, it wasn’t too intense by any means. The broth wasn’t too thick or “fatty”, which met Auntie Nood’s expectations perfectly. Similar to our experience at Yah Yah Ya, you have the option to choose how firm you want your noodles, as well as how much salt and fat (lard) you’d like in your broth. However, unlike Yah Yah Ya, the servers won’t ask you about your preference, and will go with the default “regular setting” if you don’t specify that you’d like something different yourself. So in this case, Auntie Noods got “regular” for firmness, salt, and fat. Now, Auntie Noods felt that the only drawback of the broth was that the soup became a bit too salty after a while. She had to use some of the ramen vinegar to balance it out after halfway. Ultimately though, this is the nature of a solid shoyu broth, and she will probably order the reduced salt version next time. She definitely recommends giving the regularly salted version a try first though, since everyone’s palate is different! Also, just a side note: ramen vinegar wasn’t available at the table, so if you need some-- know that it’s available, but you just have to ask for it.

Noodles: Auntie Noods is definitely part of the “thick noodle” camp, where thinner noodles are not as much her style. However, she accepts that thin noodles are more common, and she assures me that her preference does not influence her rating.

Auntie Noods found that the noodles were very typical. They had an average texture and taste-- nothing too flavourful or interesting. However, they definitely weren’t bad. If anything, the noodles were a very passive component to the dish, acting moreso as a vehicle for consuming the broth.

She ordered noodles with the “regular” firmness, and found her noodles to be decently hard with a good bite. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for Uncle Noods’ noodles (which you can read about below). Ultimately, to her it felt like her ramen experience consisted of enjoying the broth more so than the noodles. Toppings: The Shoyu Chashu Ramen came topped with one piece of nori, one naruto, green onions, bamboo shoots (menma), and sesame seeds. In general, most of the ingredients were fairly soft, aside from the mild crunch you get from the menma. Not a whole lot of textural contrast.

Santouka’s normal shoyu ramen usually comes with two slices of chashu, but the Shoyu Chashu Ramen comes with a double serving of Chashu (for an extra couple of bucks). Auntie Noods found the chashu to be inconsistent. She had some pieces that were too tough, and some that were too fatty with barely any meat on it. Out of the 4 pieces she got, she felt that only ~1.5 of those pieces were tender with a good combination of meat and fat. She felt this sort of defeated the purpose of her ordering extra chashu.

This ramen also doesn’t usually come with an egg, so you have to order it separately for an extra cost. Overall, Auntie Noods thought that the egg was good. It was cooked well, not overdone and had a slightly runny center. There wasn’t too much of a noticeable marinade flavour to the egg, but it was still tasty. You also get a whole egg, rather than just one half. Notably, the ramen egg also came on the side of the bowl (rather than being served already in the ramen). This meant the egg was a bit cold when she got it, and had to warm it up a bit by letting it sit in the broth first. Price: The Shoyu Chashu Ramen (normal size) costs $13.80, with an additional $1.60 for the ajitama. This brings the bowl to a final price of $15.40. Auntie Noods found this to be on the expensive side, considering she paid extra for chashu that didn’t meet her expectations. Also, being a ramen egg lover, having to pay extra for an egg is a downside. With that said, the ramen was undeniably good quality, with the broth as the star of the show.

Presentation: The presentation of the ramen was fairly standard. The toppings were neatly organized with an appetizing sprinkling of sesame seeds on top. As mentioned before, the ajitama was served on the side. Auntie Noods thinks that she would have preferred for the kitchen to put the egg straight into the ramen for her. It would have warmed up the egg so that it would be ready to eat right away, and the bright yolk would have added an extra pop of colour to the dish.

They use very nice, blue ceramic bowls (donburi) which are signature to the Santouka franchise. At first glance, it appears rather small, having a narrower diameter than your typical ramen bowl. Don’t be deceived-- the bowl is rather deep which can host a solid serving of ramen. The bowl itself comes perched on a small round tray, which is probably used to make it easier for the server to carry. Auntie Nood’s Verdict

Broth: 4.5 Noodles: 3 Toppings: 3.5 Price: 3.5 Presentation: 4

As for Uncle Noods, he ordered the Shio Chashu Ramen with added ajitama in the large size. Santouka is known for their shio broth, so seems like the one to try! Broth: The broth was creamy and rich, but not overbearingly so. Uncle Noods says that the broth was definitely the best part of the ramen-- exceeding his expectations.

Noodles: As for the noodles, they were much too soft for Uncle Noods’ liking. They were cooked past al dente, and were on the mushier side. All in all, they were not anything particularly special, and deserve an average rating.

Toppings: The large Shio Chashu Ramen came with five pieces of chashu, one naruto slice, green onions, wood ear mushroom (kikurage), bamboo shoots, and a single red pickled plum. Uncle Noods felt that there was a good ratio of toppings to ramen. However, the toppings were pretty “as expected”-- leaning on the traditional side. That said, they were still tasty. The chashu was flavourful but quite fatty as described earlier.

Price: This ramen in the large size costs $14.80 with an additional $1.60 for the ajitama. So altogether, the final price was $16.40. Sharing the same thoughts as Auntie Noods, Uncle Noods found the ramen on the pricier end, especially since the noodles didn’t quite meet his expectations. He feels that the ramen is worth the price you pay, but you’re definitely not getting a “deal” by any means.

Presentation: Uncle Noods is a man of few words. He describes the presentation as “appetizing” like most other ramen. The pickled plum was a nice pop of colour! He was also intrigued by the Santouka’s special bowls which were “surprisingly deep” and a larger portion than expected.

Uncle Nood’s Verdict

Broth: 4.5 Noodles: 3 Toppings: 3.5 Price: 3 Presentation: 3.5

Conclusion

So in conclusion, this is somewhere they would visit again! If the broth is your favourite part of ramen, then this is definitely a place you should try!

Hokkaido Ramen Santouka 558 W Broadway Vancouver, BC V5Z 1E9 (604) 565-1770

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Rating: 3.6 Ramen Eggs

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