#the second they starting singing about how they “loathe” eachother????

[oddities-galore]

after watching the wicked movie I've decided it's actually a lesbian love story

[sillysymbol]

who's your favorite criminal clownery character to draw? favorite to write/think about? favorite dynamic? and can i get a fun fact or something you havent shared yet about them :]

YES YESSS SICKOS HAHA YESSS

my favs to draw are pirplexa and shirley for some reason. pirplexa because she's like a weird son to me (i'm very attached to her! shes like my favorite oc ever! i went off when i designed her!) + shirley because ever since i changed her hair style shes been a lot easier+more fun to draw. i think also carni i love drawing her w different hair styles and clothing.

my favorites to write for are pirplexa/carni/prince. that makes sense cuz theyre like. the Main protagonists+villain, but its really fun to explore their different personalities/backstories. Dude writing backstories especially for pirplexa and prince is so fun for me. also recently writing xio has been really fun n interesting to me. in general i think its fun to explore Why A Character is like That, why do they behave like that!

i got a lot of dynamics i like exploring but my favs are carni/pirplexa, carni/trill, prince/shirley, prince/xio and babs/miles. for carni dynamics its fun because she's one of the more happy/chipper characters, contrasted with pirplexa being more cold/untrusting and trill being more calm and collected. i plan for carni and trill to really dislike eachother at first, but eventually start to understand and fall for eachother <3 while with carni and pirplexa its more about pirplexa learning to trust and make friends again.

prince and shirley are siblings with extremely different world views and thought processes, they really dislike eachother. they grew up in the same enviroment yet reacted to it completely differently.

prince and xio is fun to me, ive been trying to give xio more of involved in the story+cast&crew while prince just thinks of her as his cute secretary. he sucks real bad! she doesnt like him she barely tolerates the others but he pays her to kill people so shes like whatever i can deal with this. and then she finds out he wants a consensual workplace relationship and shes like YAY HOW CAN I MANIPULATE THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

babs/miles are dating at the beginning of cc, but their relationship gets a bit complicated due to babs being a little crazy about him and miles struggling with his sense of masculinity, its really not a relationship thats meant to last for long, its a bit tragic. (also why they are in love by david byrne is in both of their playlists LOL)

a few fun facts:

i dont think ive shared here is that prince and shirleys parents were movie stars! they met on the set of a film and had multiple movies with eachother. prince and shirley both had an odd childhood under a lot of surveillance from the public, plus their parents weren't very great parents. they both react to their trauma very differently, prince being "grateful" for it, giving him media training and feeling like his parents crafted him (even when he knows his parents didn't have much faith in him and bet a lot on shirley), while shirley absolutely despises the rest of her family. of course she'll go to the annual family dinner with prince, but that doesnt mean that she won't loathe every second of it.

pirplexa is a dog person! he loves dogs! he doesn't own one because he doesnt think hes in the right headspace to have one yet, but he will pet every random dog on the street. i like to think a few years after the events of cc when he's mentally better, he does adopt a dog.

miles and shirley don't get along very well, shirleys kinda like a bully older sister, she puts him in headlocks and stuff.

if you get the color symbolism (heh) in cc i will give you a badge. idk

shirley likes to write, babs likes to sing, miles likes to draw and design.

trill originally got a degree in botany, but realized she wanted to pursue comedy/acting instead. she can still correctly identify plants!!! yay!!!

[fantasyfandommaiden]

ML Counsellor AU: Talking with Jagged Stone

Not so much a session as two adults talking shop about mental health, akumas and the magic behind music.

[[MORE]]

Carmine sat in her office during lunch, with the door locked and the radio playing softly in her office as she updated her reports on various students, as well as some of profile on Hawkmoth. There was still not a lot of information to go on, which was frustrating, but unfortunately there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

She perked up slightly when she heard a familiar song come on the radio, smiling as she turned it up ever so slightly to hear it better. It was a classic Jagged Stone song from his first Album, and also one of Carmine’s favourites that she would often listen to, as well as any Jagged Stone song. She began to sing along softly to it as she typed away at her laptop, her work seeming slightly less tedious now.

Her enjoyment was short lived by a very loud, obnoxious knock at the door, causing Carmine to scowl slightly before sighing and turning down the volume as she stood up to open the locked door.

She opened the door, expecting a student, however instead of looking down like she expected she would have to do, she ended up looking up to see none other than Jagged Stone, looking at her and grinning widely.

“Hello!” He said in English, grinning widely “Your Miss. Regal right? The cool psychologist helping the akuma victims right? Was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk?”

Carmine stared at Jagged for a solid five seconds, her face completely neutral of any emotion before she said softly “Sorry, could you give me ten seconds please?” She asked, closing the door as Jagged look at her with a raised brow “Okay?”

Once the door was closed, Carmine’s face broke into a large, ecstatic smile asp Carmine jumped up and down, her arms flailing in excitement as she did everything in her power to not make a sound because ‘OMG JAGGED STONE IS HERE AND HE WANTS TO TALK TO, MY FAVOURITE ROCK STAR WANTS TO TALK TO ME, OH MY GAWD, OH MY GAWD!’

After exactly ten seconds Carmine open the door, the picture perfect image of calm as she smiled warmly at Jagged. “Sorry about that, come on in!”

Jagged smiled, gesturing beside him where Carmine looked and jumped back at the sight of a very large crocodile laying down beside Jagged. As the rockstar began to walk into the office, the crocodile did the same, Carmine looked at it cautiously, even pinching her arm to see if this was all a really bizarre dream.

She slowly walked over to her desk, looking at Jagged as he sat down on one of the chairs “Can I offer you some blackberry tea?” She asked, going straight to her tea shelf, looking at the different tins she had.

“If it’s not too much trouble.” The rockstar asked, looking around the room with mild interest. Fang, ever the loyal crocodile, lay beside Jagged, also lazily looking around.

Carmine took a deep breath, calming herself as she turned around and handed Jagged one of the mugs of tea. “I’ll have to admit Mr. Stone-“

“Jagged.” Jagged corrected her, smiling “Mister is so... dull and boring, not rock and roll you know?”

Carmine smiled “Than please call me Carmine, anyways, I have to say I am surprised by your visit Jagged. I was aware you were in Paris and knew about what happened the other day with you being Akumatized... but I didn’t know you knew of my exsistance.”

“Oh of course I did!” Jagged stated grinning “Marinette Dupain Chang mentioned you after she made me these awesome Eiffel Tower sunglasses! Said how you helped a lot of the kids around here and were a fan of mine!”

Carmine blinked, her cheeks becoming a soft pink colour “Um... I don’t see how she would know that-“

“Something about you singing to one of my songs really loudly hours after school was out or something.” Jagged said, sipping his tea “She promised me you would treat this conversation professionally however, which you are, which I greatly appreciate!”

Carmine felt her face become red hot, brining her tea cup up to sip her tea in a vain attempt to calm her nerves. She wasn’t sure if she should chastised Marinette for revealing that little secret to someone or to thank her for arranging this. “I see, well I try to make it so that o remain professional well in my office.”

“That’s good! Isn’t that right Fang!” The rockstar said, looking down at the crocodile, who simply looked up at Jagged and gave a slight nod, and a yawn. “Anyways...” Jagged began “It all started with my lousy producer Bob and his usual antics...”

Jagged than regaled Carmine with the tale of what happened to cause him becoming Akumatized, leaving no detail out.

“I mean, he goes behind my back and had this awesome girl redo the album design because it’s not like his lousy sons band? Who does that? ALSO, she drew up two COMPLETELY different album covers, IN ONE DAY!” He said excitedly, almost bouncing in his seat “I’ll tell you, that girl is GOING places! She even found me these shades!”

Carmine smiles, an idea suddenly forming in her head as she smiled coyly “Oh, Marinette most likely made those actually. She wants to become a fashion designer.” Carmine said off handedly, sipping her tea.

Jagged blinked, looking at Carmine with a new found interest “She any good?”

“She won a hat design contest that was judged by Gabriel Agreste...” Carmine said slowly “And I know that all the art teachers rave about her work with fabrics and design.”

Jagged let out a soft hum, rubbing his chin as an idea slowly mulled over in his head “Hmm.... maybe I’ll ask to take a look at her designs next time I see her, she do commissions?”

“Couldn’t hurt to ask” Carmine stated, smiling “But back to the topic at hand... how do you feel after everything that happened?”

Jagged gave a nonchalant shrug “Honestly, after the whole thing, nothing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was confused as heck and pissed that I let some lame ass villain get the best of me, but hey, what can you do? At least I got to see Ladybug and Chat Noir in action, even if it was well beating me up.” He said, taking a sip of the tea.

Carmine’s pencil stopped mid sentence as she looked up at Jagged, blinking “... I’m sorry, what do you mean by that exactly?”

“The fight? It was spectacular! Don’t remember all of it, but bits and pieces are there.”

“... that’s... not possible.” Carmine stated slowly, looking at the rockstar “No one remembers anything after being Akumatized.”

Jagged looked at her with a neutral tone, giving a small shrug “Guess that just means I’m a special case, which makes sense. I am pretty awesome!”

Fang, who had been quiet for most of the conversation, gave a small rumble from his throat that almost sounded like laughter, Jagged looked down at the crocodile with a slight scowl “Oh quiet you!”

Carmine sat up a little straighter at the interaction, looking between Fang and Jagged, eyes narrowing slightly. Carmine tried to remember everything she knew about crocodiles from living in New Orleans for a few years during her childhood... one of which being they were unpredictable and made poor pets. She, however, knew of some mages who enjoyed having familiars that were on the more dangerous side for protection...

“... how long have you had Fang Jagged?” She asked slowly, looking at the croc.

Jagged looked up at the ceiling, letting out a soft hum “Since I was 15, when he hatched.” He said nonchalantly.

“Hatched or appeared?” Carmine asked, causing Jagged to freeze momentarily, the rockstar looking at her with a raised brow.

“When I was 13, my dog Gladiolus appeared before me, he’s a ferret now thought...” Carmine said to him in a hesitant tone, hoping beyond hope she was right.

“You don’t say...” Jagged said, looking the woman straight in the eyes.

The two adults sat there, starring at eachother for a solid thirty seconds, not saying anything, waiting to see who would make the next move.

Jagged broke the silence first “Anyone every question why you don’t buy your familiar food?”

Carmine let out a short laugh, grinning “No, only people who know I own a ‘ferret’ are my close friends, and I just say he likes to eat in private, I’m more curious how you convience your staff on why you have a crocodile that doesn’t eat!”

Jagged grinned widely “Oh, he eats fish and the like, so they leave it off. Fang prefers to be a crocodile is all, been like that ever since I first summoned him.”

“Ahh I see.” Carmine stated grinning “... this would explain why you remember bits and pieces, your magic must have been interfering with the akuma. Do you remember anything about Hawkmoth?”

Jagged frowned leaning back in his chair “Sadly no. Don’t even remember his voice or what he said to me sadly, which is weird since my entire magic DOMAIN is under music, yours?”

Carmine grinned “Equal parts creation, illusion and brewing. I specialize in ‘tea’ magic however.”

“Kitchen witch?”

“I loath the term but yes, the kitchen is my domain.” She said grinning as she sipped her tea “Do any of your staff know about you being a mage?”

“No... not yet anyways.” He said sighing “... I’m probably gonna tell Penny soon, she’s stayed around the longest of any of my previous managers and I’ve grown quite fond of her... however...”

Carmine looked at him, frowning slightly “... she isn’t a magic user is she?”

“Nope, not a drop of it. Unless you count her unnatural patience for my antics.” He said, letting out a small chuckle “Ah... still, she’s important to me, and I’ve known her for... God’s, almost seven years now, about time I told her.”

Carmine looked down at her tea as Jagged continued to speak, the blackberry liquid the same hue as her best friends hair, albeit without the red streak of colour in it. She’s known Nathalie nearly twelve years and hasn’t uttered a word to her yet, or any of her friends for that matter...

A loud ringtone brought Carmine out of her train of thought as Jagged brought out his cellphone answering it “Ello!” He said into the small device.

After a short conversation Jagged ended the call “That was Penny, reminding me of my recording session.” He said grinning “But I would love to come back and talk shop with you sometime! I haven’t spoken with another magic user that wasn’t some old bat in YEARS!” He exclaimed holding out a business card to Carmine.

Carmine gave a small grin, taking the business card from the rock star “Like wise Jagged, like wise.”

[futurewriter2000]

Mine (Draco Malfoy x reader)

A/N: Again, so proud of this imagine. I don’t know why but Draco imagines just end up great for me. Also I really got intrigued by this request and like I had to write it and I really hope you like it.

REQUEST: First of all I love you writing . Second of all could i please get a Draco x Reader based on when Hermione punches Draco In The Prisoner Of Azkaban but instead it's the reader that attempts to smack him (they're dating) but Draco catches her hand and kisses her basically revealing their relationship.

Warning: Nothing probably

xx

Draco Lucious Malfoy. Born on 5th June 1980, pureblood wizard and the son of Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy. Sorted into Slytherin and a big rival of Harry Potter. He was also the biggest arse you ever knew. How do you know that? Well you’re the one dating this arsehole. 

It started on the night of the Malfoy gala. A traditional ball, the Malfoy family organizes to show how rich and amazing they are. You didn’t want to attend it, especially since you hated the Malfoy family. You were a halfblood and if it wasn’t for your father being one of the greatest minister in the Ministry of Magic, you wouldn’t have to go. The Malfoy family always looks down on people like you. People who don’t have a true blood of a wizard. But you were happy being a half-blood. You get to be part of two worlds: the wizarding and the muggle. And them. They get to swish their wands and say fancy words. Lazy and pathetic if you ask me.

The Gala was terrible. Why? Well you wore heels as a first and they were brand new. Second: You fell in love with the boy you despise. Draco Malfoy. He was different that night. It could be because you were the only one there at his age, or he was just playing you all along. It’s his fancy words that makes him so charming and likeable. 

So here you were. The famous broomcloset and the two of you snogging your faces off. The two of you just turned 14 and for someone your age, hormones were going wild. 

“Ouch. Draco this is really uncomfortable. I got poked by this box three times.” you told him and pulling away from the kiss. 

“Well that’s the only place we won’t be seen.” he smirked and started kissing your neck.

“ Well what if I want to be seen.” you  hinted. You were sick of hiding this..whatever this was.

He shot his head up and looked at you. “You know we can’t be seen.”

“Why not? Draco I’m tired of hiding. I don’t like girls staring at you and drooling and I hate that I can’t even touch you when I see you. I’m tired of it.” you scowled and tried to fix your tie.

“But that’s what makes it so much more fun.” he smirked and leaned on the wall. ”Plus imagine my father finding out I’m dating a half-blood. He would freak.” he laughed, not taking you seriously at all.

“Is everything a blood-status thing for you. So what? I am just some toy until you find a pure blood, like Pansy Parkinson, to please your father..” you retorded and crossed your arms.

His expression immediatly dropped from hearing this. “You are not a toy. Do you know how many guys I had to see make a move on you? I don’t like this as much as you do but I just can’t afford my father finding out about this.”

“Oh so we’re just going to hide in a closet until Lucious Malfoy gives us his blessing. Which is probably never. I just can’t believe I fell for such a daddy’s boy.” you said harshly. “I guess we’ll just go back to hating eachother in public, because I’m not doing this anymore.” you finished and walked out of the broomcloset.

“Come on (y/n)! Come back!” he shouted from behind but was completly ignored by you.

---

Sitting in the library with books of a subject you loathed was the worst kind of studying. It got you nowhere, but the exam was near and you needed to study it. Except you didn’t and was currently walking towards Hagrid hut. You needed a dog. Just to pet him and complain about the world to him. 

But walking down the hallway, you heard a familliar arrogant- obnoxious voice. “Hello there (y/l/n). Headed towards the giant’s hut.” he spat out with Crabbe and Goyle chuckling behind him.

“Draco Malfoy, waiting Potter to arrive so you could waste your crappy time on him.” you replied turning around and pressing your books to your chest.

“I couldn’t care less about Potter.” he scoffed, trying to hide the hurt behind a smile.

Dean Thomas walking by, you grabbed him by his tie and backed him against the wall. “Hey Thomas.” you smiled at him.

“Hello there (y/l/n).” he grinned, intrigued by the perfomance you were giving. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he added.

“I reconsidered it. I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you.” you replied and let go of his tie.

“Then I’d better go cancel going with Seamus.” he smiled and walked away.

Draco was fuming inside. How dare you flirt with another guy right in front of him. But he knew what you were trying to do. You were trying to make him jealous and it worked. But He was better. I mean he thought he was better. He was being stupid right now to be honest. “I see half-blood pairing up. Is that time of the year again? Do I hear the birds singing?” he laughed and walking closer to you. “So are you going to raise your kid in that filthy Muggle world? It’s probably going to be Squib.” he snarled.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t. That evil piece of shit has done it. 

You clenched your fist, preparing yourself to slap the hell out of him. But before your hand hit his face, he grabbed it. You shockingly looked at your wrist, gripped  in Draco’s hand, and tried to get it free. His eyes travelled from head to toe and when they finally reached your lips, the next thing you know he pulled you closer, pressing his lips onto yours. As soon as you realized what had happened, you replied with a stronger kiss, your hands grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. 

“Wait till Dean finds out his date is snogging Draco Malfoy.” said Justin to Neville.

You pulled away from the kiss and pressed your forehead on his. “You’re an arse, Draco Malfoy.”

“And you’re mine.” he replied, pulling you into another kiss.

[lifemightwhisper]

ok it’s officially been a week since i saw deh and i think im finally ready to make the post™

uhhh spoilers and a lot of stuff no one cares about but me below the cut?

just a thing:

- my sister started screaming 15 minutes before the show even started and i was like what? and she pointed and . we could see them moving around in the wings (?) the cast just walking past this little opening every so often and it gave me a heart attack everytime

act 1: (im saying this having seen it from first row orchestra towards the left of the center block so idk keep that in mind?)

- ok OK so I’ve never seen anyone but taylor trensch live but compared to bootlegs he talks considerably slower than ben platt’s evan ? during the opening scene especially he was enunciating more and he almost sounded like when he did christian in curious incident but maybe that’s just how I heard it

- that’s something I noticed throughout the show though, taylor’s tics as evan were definitely similar to the ones he had playing christian as well (compared to ben’s he fidgets with his hands a lot less and he squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his nose pretty frequently)(he also rocked a lot in parts where he was just listening to other people speak like the principals office scene and a lot of the ones at the murphy’s house

- he sounds ! so proud ! when he says he was an apprentice park ranger you can hear him smiling

- ALANA BECK is beyond underappreciated, her character has so many small things that build up to that line in act two and the fact that she sings the wtaw reprise is so ! important ! how she stands in the background while jared and Evan are talking and they just talk over her while she’s talking about twitter and desperately trying to connect with someone (maybe i’m just dumb and didn’t notice before) but that scene got me good

- OK during sincerely me after connor punches him in the arm Taylor’s evan just . stroked his chest in return ? idk how else to describe it but it was so good

- will roland’s facial expressions !

- “it’s actually something quite beautiful really”

- he said kinky

- he said KINKY

- mike faist in fake connor senes STARES So intensly at evan it’s like his eyes are always on him

- but during the dialogue before disappear he’s on the left side of the bed and he was staring straight past evan and the angle made it seem like he was staring directly at me and he was saying all the stuff about how everyone deserves a chance and i know it means nothing but i still cried

- rbj kept getting super close to taylor and she’d rub his shoulder a lot which i know she always does but you could really tell how comfortable they were with eachother

- mike faist smiled SO BIG during sincerely me, literally the entire time

- during requiem when zoe comes to the front of the stage and she has the crumpled letters in her right hand i actually thought she was going to throw them in my face for a second

- people have already pointed this out but when he falls during ywbf he just . lies there whimpering for a solid minute and a half and its heartbreaking 

uhhh act 2:

- that part in good for you where he spins in a circle and faces each of them like “you, you, you” he was right in front of us and when he was spinning TRIPPED big time and i thought he was going to fall off the stage onto us

- he also whimpered during the ywbf reprise ? like he just stood there and he wasn’t crying yet but he was rocking a lot and making noises

-  DEFINITELY didn’t cry as much as other evans during words fail- i definitely felt a lot more self loathing coming from him than actual sadness for what he’d done ? im over analyzing this a lot but that was kind of the tone throughout the whole thing and he barely cried during wtaw and for forever. ALSO i’m not sure if it was because of the type of tics or not but he came off as a lot less ANXIOUS but more so awkward (and then he’d turn around and internally berate himself for it so also a bit more self loathing?) 

- this isn’t specifically act 2 either but taylor’s evan swears a LOT more as far as i noticed there were many more casual “oh shit”s 

- MIKE FAIST was RIGHT fuckin in front of us for bows I SWEAR my face was literally by his knees I could’ve poked him 

-also: can confirm mike cut his hair (to around shoulder length now) and maybe im just dumb and never noticed but he has a tattoo on his left arm

[inanotherworld5599]

Only You

Prompt: First Love, Sasusaku Month Day One

Summary: When Sasuke and Sakura realise who their daughters first love was and in the process find out about eachothers. (Post Gaiden)

“I think Sarada has a crush on Boruto.”

Sasuke has always taken pride in being a careful person, he’s rarely the kind to let things fall from his only hand and even if on the off chance something does, his reflexes are fast enough for him to catch the item before it hits the ground.

But when Sakura walks into their house after a long shift at the hospital to make one of the most ludicrous announcements he’s heard in a while he can’t help but drop the stirring spoon he held in his hands.

“What?”

His voice is silent and deadly. On a normal mission it’s enough to paralyze whoever is on the receiving end in terror but Sakura simply laughs it off, her husband hardly looks threatening in his his homely blue apron which matches the head band that thier daughter had helped him tie to keep the hair out of his face.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Oh darling I think you’re over reacting.” Sakura states as she wraps her arms around his waist and stands on her tip toes so that she can peer over his shoulders to see what he’s making (it’s Sarada’s favourite sweet dish) “I think it’s cute that he’s her first love.”

Sasuke sighs, his immediate plans of killing a certain blonde haired idiot (No, not that one, his son) subsiding.

It’s easy to give into his wife in moments like these when they are alone. He knows she’s tired, the soft yawn she tries to stiffle as she presses her cheek to his back is a testament to that.

Sasuke doesn’t have the heart to break out of her grip for he knows that at times like these when Sakura is tired, chakra depleted and cold he’s her favourite pillow.

He’d never admit it out loud but he was quite proud of that particular designation.

Plus it’s not like he’d actually be able to wriggle out of her embrace considering her ungodly strength.

Besides the more time he’s given to think, the more painful he can make that moronic brat’s death.

He suppose Sarada would be mad at him for the first couple of days but he was sure she’d get over it after he taught her a new jutsu.

Sakura hums softly as he stands there letting his brief spike of anger simmer down along with syrup he’s stirring to her soft tune. It’s a lullaby she’s humming, one that he’d sung once to her during her pregnancy days when she had trouble sleeping. It’s the same one Itachi used to sing when he was a child and it’s calming effect still holds true after all these years.

“Darling.” Sakura starts,“Who was your first love?”

Sasuke blinks, all his creative plans to kill Boruto brought to a abrupt stop by her sudden query.

“What do you mean?” Sasuke’s voice is harsher than he means it to be and while he tries to convince it’s because something is stuck in his throat he is well aware that it’s just an excuse to cover up the fact that he’s the slightest bit hurt that even after all these years the answer is still a mystery to Sakura.

“Oh!” She says jerking away from him, her hands falling away as she steps back. Wide veridian eyes stare back at him as he turns around to face her, irritated that she let go.

For a moment she stands there still before she starts stuttering out,“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. I didn’t mean to pry- I was just curious and-”

“Sakura.” He interrupts,“What are you talking about?”

She blinks,“Your first love, she was an Uchiha wasn’t she? I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“What gave you that idea?”

She blinks up at him. Even after all these years there are some insecurities she can’t shake off. It this habit of hers that bothers him the most, maybe because every time she displays her unsurity about their relationship Sasuke is overcome with a tidal wave of self loathing for he knows that all her insecurities stem from the fact that he’d treated her like crap through out the course of their childhood.

“I just thought-” she sighs breaking off,“Never mind.

“Tch. Annoying.”

She lowers her head,“You’re right that was a stupid.”

He lets his lips curve into a small smile, amused by her reaction. For some reason he never gets tired seeing her like this; embarrassed and shy.

It’s one of the more contrasting things about his wife because while she’s one of the strongest people he knows, nothing less than deadly in battle, she’s also one of the kindest. As a kid he never believed one could be both, strong and kind but in the past fifteen years of their marriage Sakura has spent everyday of it proving him wrong.

While she’s kind to everyone she meets, this side of her, the one where she’s shy and unsure is reserved only for Sasuke and he isn’t ashamed to admit that, that’s just how he likes it.

And that’s why he loves teasing her at times like these because he’s the only one who can and get away with it.

“Who was your first love?“ He asks nonchalantly.

Sakura looks up at him incredulously.

“What?” She asks,“ Is this a joke?”

Sasuke simply shrugs as he turns away from her to add the finishing touches to his dish.

Her eyes are defiant as she pokes her head into his line of sight,“I’ve loved you since we were five years old I’ll have you know. It might have been a superficial crush at first but I’ve only ever liked you.”

“Only me?” Sasuke says as he pours the contents into a bowl,“That’s hard to believe.”

Her eyes narrow,“If not you, then who? It’s only ever been you.”

“Not even Lee when he saved you during the Chunnin exams?”

“No.” She replies,“And if you recall I hugged you then and not him.”

“Not even Naruto when you kissed him?”

“That was CPR by the way.” She counters,“And you kissed him too. Twice.”

“Kakashi?”

“Are you kidding me?” She started,“That’s ridiculous.”

“Sai?”

“Where are these names even coming from?” She huffs,“ This is-”

Before she can finish, Sasuke quickly bends down and brushes his lips against hers shocking her into silence. It’s an awfully short kiss and when Sasuke pulls back he smiles as he looks down at his wife’s closed eyes and puckered lips.

“For the record you were the first and only person I’ve ever loved.” Sasuke states.

Her eyes flutter open and she stares at him confused for a moment before her mouth forms an ‘oh’. Then her questions begin,“Really? How? When? I thoug-”

“Sakura.” He cuts her off giving her a look.

“Right. I’ll shut up.”

“Good, then it’s easier to do this.” He leans down and kisses her again.The tips of his fingers graze against her skin as he cups her cheeks and lifts her face towards him his lips moving against hers effortlessly.

While Sasuke is a reserved man, there is absolutely nothing reserved about his kisses.

Sakura still remembers the first time Sasuke had kissed her she’d felt all her unsurity about their relationship melt away. While his kisses are commanding, they’re all consuming and absolutely and completely honest. He leaves no room for her to doubt his feelings for her because the way he kisses her always makes her feel like he’s laying his soul bare for her to see. Only her to see.

Because in the end for both Sasuke and Sakura it had only ever been each other since the very begining.

Sakura is about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen their kiss but Sasuke abruptly breaks away once again leaving her hanging.

Sakura pouts as Sasuke starts walking towards the living room. She can’t see the smirk on his face but she knows that he’s thoroughly enjoying messing with her.

“You don’t play fair.” She grumbles as she follows Sasuke.

He sits on the couch and gently pats his lap. Sakura happily bounds towards him, her complains forgotten and takes her place on the couch by lying across it with her head resting on his lap.

They stay like that for a while as Sasuke reads a scroll regarding the latest details of his mission and Sakura stares up at him carefully memorizing all the details of his face for she knows that when he’s gone it’s these moments she’ll cherish the most.

“You know we both married each other’s first love.” Sakura comments offhandedly,“Do you think Sarada will do the same?”

“The brat won’t live long enough.”

Sakura snorts,“You’re not going to kill him, Naruto will never let you hear the end of it if you do.”

“I can handle the dobe.”

“You’ve been trying to get rid of him for eighteen years now, how’s that working out for you?”

“Tch.”

“If you actually consider it, it’s kind of cute really.” Sakura continues,“Naruto and Hinata’s son with our daughter. Plus Sarada is really open about her feelings too. I thought she’d be like you and be in denial about it for at least five years.”

“I was not in denial about it.”

“If I was your first love that means you must have loved me since we were genin, right?” Sakura prompts,“And you were pretty much an ice cube those days.”

“I wasn’t in denial, I just didn’t show it.”

“So you were in love with me since we were genin.”

“Sakura.”

“Okay fine, I’ll drop it.” Sakura relents,“So anyway today I heard her and Choucho talking about Boruto and that’s how I gussed. They were fawning over how his blonde hair catches the sun rays perfectly and-”

Change of plans, Sasuke was going to first torture the brat and then kill him.

“- just how mature and responsible he is-”

When did he brat become mature and responsible? Just the other day he remembered his daughter complaining how childish and careless the dobe’s son was.

“- how his blue eyes pop perfectly against his white clothes and-”

Sakura stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Sasuke’s face.

“What’s wrong?“she asks lifting herself up from his lap and turning around to face him properly.

“The brat kid only wears black.” Sasuke deadpans,“His training clothes are black and pink.”

“Then…..” Sakura trails off as realisation dawns on her.

For a moment they stare at each other, green against mismatched black and purple.

The next second Sakura is up and Sasuke is right behind her, heading for the door.

“I’m going to kill the dobe.” He mutters poisonously as he opens the door.

Sakura brushes past him,“Not if I get to him first.”

All the way across town in the Hokage’s office, Naruto sneezed. ______

I’ll be honest I really want to see Sasuke appear in the Hokage’s office with his apron and matching headband and beat the hell out of Naruto with his stirring spoon.

[starrydino]

Guerilla : JunHao

Stripper! Minghao and Singer! Jun 1/2

Summary:A blossoming affair between the walls of a filthy strip club taken outside to bloom in a creaky old car.

or 

alternativelyStripper! Minghao and Singer! Jun become infatuated with each other through the eyes of a silver cross and take it outside only to fall deeper into the feeling.

Playlist: Gorilla :Bruno Mars // Prove It : Got7 // Holic+Sin+Bad Habit : Defsoul

I hope you all will enjoy! Thank-you for reading! Part 2: (x)

A crunching broke through the night as Jun crossed the gravel to the side door. He could already smell the cheap alcohol and muffled music as he reached the rusty metal door. Standing in front  of the entrance he took a moment to examine the chipped paint.

The same as yesterday…

Slowly he looked up to stare at the dim light hanging above the door. Evidence of dead bugs plastered the surface, and it looked just about to die, but that’s what he’s been saying since the first day he started working at this dump. It looked like it was just barely clinging to life. Jun refrained from commenting internally on how it was kind of like him.

He shouldn’t think like that.  

Letting one last breath out into the chilly night he walked inside, ignoring the familiar creaking noise. Immediately his senses were assaulted by the smell of cheap booze, sweat and terrible perfume. Crinkling his nose he marched to the back area where he could leave his things. Being one of the only singers had its perks, there was no need to share the back room with anyone for the night. He pitied the actual performers. Or if you could call them that. The nicer term would be performers, exotic dancers. In actuality they were strippers. Nothing special.

Though Jun was never mean to any of them. He knew they were stuck in the same shit hole he was in, even worse maybe, forced to seduce disgusting older gentlemen for money. The blonde only had to sing his songs at the back, shadowed by the dancers.  Leaving his things behind he gave himself a quick look over in the stained mirror. Swiping his hands through his hair he sighed once again.

Another night....

He slowly made his way out of the change room, swiftly unbuttoning the two top buttons of his striped dress shirt. There would be times where a group of older women would stumble in, usually very rich and very drunk. It wasn’t hard to to make them drop a few extra on him. On flirty wink and smirk from his place behind the mic and they’d be putty in his hands. Of course he wouldn’t let it go too far, he couldn’t be fired; he needed this job.

He sauntered into the main lounge, letting the blue of the neon lights fall onto his skin. However his eyes traveled to the brightest place; center stage. It wasn’t much of a difference from everywhere else, but it was definitely the most lit up, strong blue neons gave anyone gracing the area a beautiful glaze.  

There was only one pole and a walkway from his place with the band to a bit in front, just enough space for the dancers to complete their routines. Jun wasn’t going to lie, he really did have one of the best spots in the house.

If only any of the dancers interested him.

He slowly made his way up the stairs to his place, his silver mic waiting for him. He made eye contact with the rest of his band who nodded to him. He then switched his gaze to the blue neon sign and the hung behind all of them, it’s dim colour was just enough to give him a mysterious air, perfect for racking in the potential money bags who occasionally stumbled in.

Ocean’s Paragon

The name had a nice ring to it, but Jun’s loathing for the place completely dropped all it’s value.

He let his hands move from the head of the mic, slowly down to its body, the cool of the metal helped ease the permanent hot sticky air that filled the lounge.

A heavy silver cross hung on the wall across from him. Jun was never religious but he did find the cross almost amusing, to put something holy in a place built on sin. The first notes of the bass echoed behind him and he took in one last deep breath.

 He’d been singing for 5 songs , only pausing for water and one act where the woman wanted instrumentals only. It was just like any other night, someone took the stage, as some other dancers walked around giving services to seated customers. Jun noticed some dancers taking people to the back. He mentally sighed, while it wasn’t illegal it was frowned upon. The boss could cut your pay in half for it or just dump you on the street. But the blonde just turned a blind eye, it was never any of his business.

Time passed, more people came in, a few people left. The clock read 1 am, not even close to the end of Jun’s shift. Sighing internally he strung out the last note. There was a soft pause, wolf whistles and claps filled in lounge before the crackle of the intercom started again.

Jun mentally prepared himself, this was a new song he’d be performing, for who? He couldn’t barely remember. Min? MingHan ?  

The gritty voice played through the lounge.

“Please reach deep into your pockets for our newest fine china, Ocean’s Paragon introduces,

Xu Minghao….”

Xu Minghao...that’s Chinese. It threw him off for a second, he doesn’t meet a lot of his own here. Only then did he pick up on the pun the boss made and he cringed, disgusted.

Minghao sauntered up onto the stage, clad only in a skin tight black shorts and a loose white dress shirt buttoned up just enough to cover what was inside.

Jun took a deep breath as Minghao took his place at the pole, the deep vibrations of the bass guitar inviting him to sing once more. Jun payed no mind to the dancer on the floor. All he set his mind to was the older woman across the lounge, eying him up.

The chorus came up and Jun’s eyes flickered to the stage.Minghao slowly sank to his knees on the floor, his hands swiping through his dark hair. Before reaching for the pole and pulling himself back up.

“You’ll be bangin’ on my chest, bang bang…

Minghao swayed centre stage in front of the poll and in a split second, Jun felt his heart race.

Gorrilla”

Minghao ripped open his white shirt swinging it to the audience, leaving on the tight black shorts and two thick leather pieces strapped across his chest. The show sparks fell from the ceiling creating  a twinkling scene around the man.

Jun couldn’t see Minghao’s face clearly, but from the large silver cross hanging from across the room, Minghao’s eyes reflected darkly.

Jun felt his body temperature rise as his stare was glued to the cross, He couldn’t tear away from it. Minghao sank once again to the ground, dragging his long slender finger up to his neck, grappling it as he threw his head back. Giving Jun a good look from the cross.

All at once the cross felt so sinful, like his own personal view of the show.

It was addicting.

 For the next 3 weeks Jun watched Minghao perform through the eyes of the cross, enjoying himself more and more. Soon he found himself thinking about the brown haired boy when he was off work. Especially that one lonely night where he found himself unable to go to sleep. It took him every inch of his sanity to not use the dancer as a fantasy.

His eyes stayed trained on the view during the younger man’s performance. Jun didn’t understand what exactly drew him in every time. He sensed it might be how spontaneous it seemed. Everyone else seemed to be following a routine, but Minghao...he had a wild air. One that sends shivers up your spine. And before Jun could tear his eyes away, Minghao’s gaze met his.

Through that dirty, filthy, silver cross.

 Jun’s shift was finally over and he slowly packed his things, after their eyes met, Minghao’s gaze plagued his mind. The mere thought of it made his head spin. He set the final object in his bag before he reeled around sensing a presence behind him.

There was the person he’d been thinking about the whole night.

The air was quiet, no one spoke. What was there to speak about?

That was the key, there was nothing.

Minghao made a quick pace towards Jun, standing straight in front of him, the blaring music coming from just outside the room. The stare was tense, their breaths falling together. Jun didn’t know what emotion to search for in the other’s eyes.

However all reason and understanding flew out the window when Minghao’s lips clashed haughtily against his. He threw his arms around the other's waist, hoisting him up slightly on his feet. The dancer’s hands found themselves in Jun’s hair, grabbing and tugging. The kiss was wild, teeth and tongue clashing. Only short breaths of pause before one of them went in again. Moans elicited from Minghao’s lips and Jun snaked his hands lower grabbing the other’s bottom, kneading them in his large hands. How long had they been standing here in the middle of the change room, sharing what looked like more than a simple kiss? Jun didn’t know, and he didn’t care much either. This feeling was ethereal. The release of weeks of pent up tension was terrible for his self control.

All of a sudden, Minghao shoved him back. Jun took a few steps backwards, shocked by the action. That’s before the gruff voice of his voice came from the hallway, his heavy steps coming closer and closer. The two met eyes, each trying to control their breaths. It was a silent understanding.

“Oh, Jun and Minghao, what are the two of you doing together?” A voice called out from the door. Momentarily lost in eachother, both snapped their heads towards the boss standing at the entryway. He had a cigar hanging from his lips and an obviously intoxicated women clinging on to him.

Jun put on a casual smile chuckling, “Minghao was asking about a song I played during Meiko’s performance, he was interested in it”. The lie came out quick and casually.

“I see..Well Minghao make it back to the performer rooms, your next show is coming up” The boss seemed completely unbothered, instead paying more attention to the women giggling on his arm.

Minghao nodded politely, as the man turned away, practically running to another room. There was a moment of silence before the two met eyes again. No one knew what to say.

“I should go…” Minghao said turning to the door. However before he made it out he turned to Jun. There was a pause before his voice came out quietly.

“I can feel you...staring”

Another pause. His voice came out clearer this time.

“I like knowing your eyes are on me”