DN-Redone.
Sakura walks around the car and stands in front of Mikami. She reaches up and kisses his cheek, "I'll go home. Just come over later."

Sakura walks around the car and stands in front of Mikami. She reaches up and kisses his cheek, "I'll go home. Just come over later."
Sakura blinks and freezes, “I-Itachi? What-” Kisame sits next to her, “Don’t make a scene, Pinky.” She looks over at Kisame, then back at Itachi, “I-I don’t get why you’re here.”
Itachi gives a blank look, “Hn.” Came here for the damn dango until some little brat started talking shit
"Well, can I go? I kind of have to get home." "Kakashi ruined your date, huh?" Kisame snickered. "It wasn't a date, you fish face! Obito-kun and I are just friends." " Oh, yeah. /Friends/." Sakura rolls her eyes, and looks at Itachi, "Don't do anything stupid. They probably know you're here considering that Kakashi grabbed Obito-kun."
Hello Sakura how is your relationship between yourself and Kakuzu? Does he treat you to stuff (expensive dates, gifts, etc) or is he still greedy when it comes to money?
Kakuzu doesn’t like to, but he does. `v` x
Please do MadaSaku where Madara tricks Sakura into standing underneath a mistletoe with him! And I trust that you know what happens next.. (///v///)
when your boyfriend feels abandoned because you have to work;;;
InoSaku for Christmas!
Ino’s merciless.
Sakura and Karin Christmas stuff????
They have a tradition of finding the weirdest mugs for hot chocolate during the holiday season.
“You played. You bet. You lost. And now you pay the price you promised. Harley Quinn is a living, breathing woman, and you offered her up like cattle for the slaughter. You sicken me.”
From that “Beauty and The Beast-inspired” AU that I’ll hopefully write one day. Basically, the Rogues get together for a Poker game and Joker puts Harley’s services as a sidekick up as collateral on a bet and loses (of course lmao). Ivy takes Harley back to her place and is like “Welp you’re free to go, I just wanted to make that idiot clown sweat.” But, like, Harley is stubborn and is all like “Nuh-uh, Puddin’ told me to stay put because he’s coming back for me.” And Ivy is like “Lmao sure” and Harley is stubborn, so Ivy lets her stay in her spare room so long as she doesn’t whine or eat all of her Doritos. Then they slow-burn fall in love.
After Harley eats all her Doritos lmao.
Ok, but imagine Hamilton AU where Itachi is Angelica, Sakura as Hamilton and Sasuke and Eliza. That would be so fun to draw!!
You’re right! It was fun to draw!! :’D
Yeah, punish me, Daddy…
Can we have unrequited ItaSaku where Itachi longs for Sakura to look at him the way she does Sasuke???
I get the feeling, Itachi would silently accept his fate because he loves Sasuke so much and he’d hate to upset either of them. Which is way sadder to me than fighting for it and losing.
Do you think you could do a ZabuzaXSakura with Sakura traveling to the past and meeting Zabuza?
I’ve had this sitting in my inbox, just waiting for the perfect time!
And here it is!
Day 3: Dreams.
ZABUSAKU!
Day 1: Fluffy goodness/Smut - Pretended to be your date because a creep was hitting on you AU - ZabuSaku
ZABUSAKU!
Zabuza/Sakura? (maybe with Sakura being motherly with young!Haku?)
Zabuza would never admit it, but he’s a total family man.♥♥♥
Since the first chapter was an astounding success, we’re back for more bay beeeeee! Also major thanks to my smut genius, @alexispoo for her amazing help with this chapter!
Warnings - Major Angst. Feels. Major major feels.
(LORD THAT TONGUE)
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“Fucking hell…” you groaned, trying not to ogle Dean’s body but you found yourself fighting a losing battle and you both knew it. Dean seemed especially smug judging from that all knowing smirk he was putting on. Those dark sweats he wore were dangerously low on his hips and you quickly tore your eyes away to stare at your Chuck Taylor’s.
