even though it was only her imagination lol

anonymous asked:

Hey love I was reading your drunk sasuke mini fic and I was wondering do you really think that Sasuke is rarely direct in initiating sex? And between them who do you think initiates it more? From most fics I read Sakura is the one mostly initiating it and I really want to imagine Sasuke as maning tf up lol

Ok so even though Sakura is more vocal about wanting sex, he’s actually the more perverted of the two. He’s just got a lot of willpower. Like, if she’s bending over while she innocently does housework i guarantee he’s checkin her out, he’s just very subtle about it.

He likes to tease her by ignoring her advances too, so it may seem like she’s more upfront, but it’s only because he’s going to engage later on unexpectedly. he loves catching her off guard. He loves taking her when he wants, where he wants, and the more flustered she is the better.

Her being flustered in the mini fic is more about him playfully pinching her cheek/announcing that he thinks she looks cute. it wasn’t the physical aspect, it was more that he didn’t have a filter and was being very flirtatious (which is the part that’s odd for him)


Don’t let it fool ya, he takes charge all the time, his advances are just a little more calculated than hers

anonymous asked:

do u have human counterparts for buzzed??? ;)

Omg, I sure do!  Thanks for asking!!!

For Roland, I have Travis van Winkle, particularly from his role in the 2009 Friday the 13th reboot (his character is also a curly blonde-haired cheating asshole) lol.

For Sierra, I see her as Rila Fukushima (only 5′0″ instead of the actress’s actual 5′6″ height so there’s even more of a contrast between her and Roland).  Just look how cute and awesome she is!  XD  

I like to imagine a human Sierra as an interpretive ballet dancer (either professionally or just for fun) and even though Roland doesn’t understand it, it’s still one of the things that first enchants him about her.   

My favorite scenes:

1. I Don’t Want to Go Back: I am Bawson trash through and through, but I’m here for Ginny first and foremost and this scene tore me to shreds. Kylie kilT it and, damn, if Ginny’s pain, stress, and frustration wasn’t palpable as hell then I don’t know what is. You have this overwhelmed 23 year old who is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and all she wants is just one moment of normalcy opposed to her constantly playing a role. One of the best things to come out of this was the fact that we see how much others genuinely care about Ginny.  

2. I Don’t Need a Man to Save Me/I Make the Speeches: I don’t think this speech necessarily applied to Mike, but damn, I was in awe of Ginny as she let him have it. lol. Someone needed to hear what’s been weighing on her chest for a while and who better than Mike? She feels comfortable and emotionally safe around him pertaining the pro stuff. But, I love this assertiveness and Ginny dictating what happens. She may be a duckling at times, but she can call her own shots.

3. Bawson Bar scene and almost kiss: Everything leading up to the almost kiss was magic. Mike asking why Ginny lied, Ginny not being to answer for it, the reasons they’ll miss each other, gah…it’s only been 10 eps–how am I THIS invested??? The almost kiss was everything. Mike letting Ginny lead and Ginny not letting anything talk her out of the kiss UNTIL ‘The Call’ happens. The hot man breath and beard touch.*sighs* This is a waking nightmare because I need resolution. 

4. The Day After Almost Kiss/Evelyn is Us scene: Every time I watch this scene I HOLLER. Evie: Tell me how last night went? (referring to Noah) Ginny: It got weird (referring to Mike). This entire scene is golden, from the carpet matching the face to nuance–and Ginny SEVERELY undersold the moment. Then, Amelia walked into. This series wants to kill us, but FOX might. *crosses fingers for the best*

5. Mike gushing about Ginny on National TV: It’s one thing to say someone is a good player, but not only was Mike defending her on national TV, he was gushing as he did it. I know Janet and Will has been there since the beginning, sacrificed a lot, and love her to pieces, but Mike is her number one fan. How the roles have changed. 

6. First Mound Speech/Do this for you...: I think many of us wrote Mike off and saw him as an ass because, yah, he was in the beginning, but how the tides changed in ONE episode. Who knows what others told Ginny about before she made it to the show, but it appears that Mike was the first one to tell her, “Do this for you or not at all–do this for your team.” She’s a ballplayer first and foremost and he reminded her of why she played to begin with and, ultimately, what the bottom line was. 

7. Mike tearing into Omar while outing him own feelings: Mike takes love seriously. You don’t fall in love with someone based on looks–you have to get to know them. Also Mike: "Well, I believe in the soul… the cock…the pussy… the small of a woman’s back… the hangin’ curveball… high fiber… good scotch… that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent overrated crap… I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a Constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.“-Bull Durham (1988)

8. Ginny’s Kimmel interview: This is where we first (???) get of glimpse of Ginny’s media savvy. She doesn’t want to speak on the issue, but Amelia forced her hand, so she uses her platform to call out to acknowledge her change in status and uses this moment to address rape/sexual assault case. This scene really highlighted Ginny’s complexities also while giving us a insight on her feminists beliefs all while wanting to be one of the guys. 

9. Mike’s late night call to Ginny: Mike’s tired of not having someone to talk to at night, so he calls Ginny….even though it’s just to give her shit. Their comfort level and ease with one another just warms me soul. :)

10. Ginny taunting Mike for not hitting bombs: Look, y’all this was some straight up foreplay. I can only imagine what the sex will be like. lol. She goes from playing taunting to encouraging, and Ginny is Mike’s biggest fan. 

11. Every interaction in “Don’t Say It”: I was both dead and got my life from their awkward interactions and bull put scene. I LIVED. “I’m good, you good?” “I’m good” “Good.”///“Oh, so that’s what we’re going with???” “Yep, because that’s what happened.”–What in the TV Gods Heavens. This is too much. I’m flatlining just thinking about these lovesick fools.

12. “Put Your Helmet On”: When I say that Ginny is Mike’s number one fan…ole girl got hubby in the game. Use her womanly wiles, riled up the crowd, and made it impossible to keep Mike benched for his “last” game. She not only wanted Mike to bat as his teammate, but as his friend and his biggest fan. And that wink was everything as well as Mike’s frown.

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What’s y’all favorite scenes? Or do y’’all have commentary to add?

anonymous asked:

In deathly hallow's epilogue they made Draco look so old even though he's only supposed to be around 37? I honestly think Draco would have tons of skincare products bc why not lol and Astoria may roll her eyes as she watches Draco apply an avocado face mask but Draco always says "I'm the reason scorpius has such healthy skin, Astoria. It's the malfoy baby soft skin and you know it." And Astoria rolls her eyes again, laughs, and walks away bc her husband is such a dork

Avocado mask omg. All I’m imagining now is Astoria walking in to find both her husband and her tiny four year old son smothered in the stuff. Scorpius is positively beaming. He’s hanging out with his dad and they’ve got food on their faces. Food! He usually gets in trouble for that but not todaaaay!

(Also, Draco explaining that you can’t talk otherwise the mask will crack and it won’t work and you can see Scorpius is bursting to speak but he doesn’t. If you don’t think Draco uses this tactic for a quiet half hour every so often then you’re wrong.)

This all backfires, of course. Over the next few weeks they find Scorpius trying to put all sorts on his face. Astoria thinks it’s hilarious, Draco just wants to not be on bath duty three times a day. There’s some things not even magic can deal with. Like blueberry stains. Oh his beautiful purple hair…

Bleach 686


Guys, this is the last time I’m ever gonna address anything regarding bleach. I hope everyone respects that, especially the people who are gonna go anon and bash me for posting this after everything.

Firstly:

 The last chapters of bleach were pure disappointment not because my two main ships didn’t work out the way I wanted it to but I couldn’t really make any sense of it. I’m sorry as a manga, bleach really lost its pace. I spent 10 years with this manga and I was here to see till the end. I invested a lot of time and energy into this fandom and everything. I really expected better from Kubo.

Second:

 I’m really happy for princess. She finally has a loving family and a child. I’m glad that she’s with Ichigo. If IchiHime was meant to be from the start then why so much emphasis on IchiRuki. He could have given  Orihime so much character development. So much more but no he made it seem as if she only existed for Ichigo. I actually believed that Kubo was one of those writers that would actually make IshiHime canon.

Reasons:

  • IshiHime was a ship that could have portrayed the fact that, you don’t always find love in the places you look for but sometimes you find it in the most unexpected places, from a person that loved you from the start even though you never loved them back.  This is coming from my personal experiance entirely I’ve liked this guy for 5 years and IshiHime really gave me hope that one day I will find someone that will love me as much as I love them.

Orihime was a very decent and humble character. I loved her and enjoyed her warm and caring nature but she could have been such a badass as an individual. She was never mean or a bitch to anyone ever and neither was Rukia (please do note that) I dont understand why would he put Ichigo and Rukia together panel after panel with all his shippy gear on. Orihime had more better interactions with Chad and Uryu than she ever had with Ichigo. If Kubo had sold her and Ichigo as black sun and white sun from the start, man I would have shipped the shit out of it.

Third: I hated how Kubo made Chad and Uryuu something that they never wanted to be.

Uryu hated his dad most his life. He never wanted to follow his dads footsteps, which is why the song numb by linkin park reminded me of him so much. He had been misunderstood by most of his friends and even the readers in the first chapters but that cunty, snooty boy came to understand that friendship is one of the most strongest bond to exist. This arc should have  been about him and Ichigo abd their past and origins. Ichigo, who kept getting his bankai broken over and over again. Why couldn’t they just tag team the two of them for the last time?
Uryu didn’t have a mother, his father treated him as a low life runt. Even Isshin tried. He did try to understand Ichigo not with the best method to do so but he still tried where as Uryu’s father didn’t. I think Orihime and Uryu really deserved each other. In an alternate ending I could have imagined him to be a world class designer and Orihime by his side doing whatever makes her happy perhaps a very nice cafe with interesting serving, where the customers only came to eat and would be disappointed by the food but melt and forget the bad taste the food left on their mouth as soon as Orihime would flash her beautiful smile at them (Sigh).

Chad promised he’d never hurt anyone with his fists but help others lol. Really? a boxer? I hated this THE MOST. Chad really deserved better, even though he looked hot as fuck in the panels where he was shown. I think he should have owned a record store or made good mexican music or he could have been the doctor or worked at Kurosaki clinic or something, anything other than being a boxer would have suited him more.

Fourth: Why didn’t Kubo show or complete the states that the other characters were in. I really hoped they would show some Jinta/Yuzu or something regarding Urahara and Yoruichi who helped Ichigo achieve bankai and trained him so he could be strong and protect his friends.
Is Isshin Kurosaki dead? because that would just be sad. I could imagine him to be a great grandparent to Kazui. Kubo really should have at least mentioned this much but he didn’t. I could go on and on about how bad the chapter was but I’m gonna stop now and start pouring my shipper heart out.

Last and the most important topic I wanted to address is my otp, IchiRuki.

I’m sorry to all the IchiRuki shippers that got their hearts and hoped shattered into a million pieces after 686. I feel betrayed and angry as well but let’s not be pricks and be the bigger person. I’m gonna make a request to all IchiHime shippers.
Firstly, congrats guys, princess finally ended up with the man of her dreams as an IchiRuki shipper I never hated on her or said anything mean about her. I’m glad that she’s happy even though it’s not boy I wanted her to end up with but despite everything, I am genuinely happy for her.

Second, I would be really happy if some of you weren’t not so hostile to IchiRuki shippers, please understand that a lot of people found peace in this ship and now they are a mess. Be humble comfort us, Orihime would never been like “yeah bitch I got the dude” instead she would tried and comfort us IchiRuki shippers, she would’ve started crying for an hour, binged on so much ice cream that she would get a tummy ache and fall asleep.

The picture above is the picture of the last IchiRuki coloured page I had made. I was so proud of this and now every time I open my notebook. I feel sad, beyond words. Ichigo and Rukia were the definition of soulmates. I wanted them to be together so bad. I can’t really express it in words about how I feel. I don’t remember a single day where I did not visit the IchiRuki tag. I’m disappointed a lot. So much build up for nothing. Kubo seemed like he threw the idea of IR down the window so suddenly, that I can’t even cope with it. I’d rather have dead characters than an ass pull ending like this. It’s so shitty and rushed. I feel like crying. I invested so much I don’t know what to do with all these beautiful colored pages I had made for this amazing ship. I’m devastated. Laugh at me all you want but I am so depressed with the ending. From the beginning I could see the chemistry and the electricity that Rukia and Ichigo gave off when they interacted. The SS arc, which is my most favorite arc was the biggest pillar that IchiRuki has something more than friendship. A bond of love and trust and what not lol I guess I’m a little delusional. Let’s take  moment to honor this beautiful ship one more time and move on. Thank you every good anon, some great blogs like @peachtiger, @icchiruki, @50shadesofichigo, @daethberry, @ishihime-4-ever and so many more. Thank you, I respect and love each one of you. Stay strong, this bond will always be unbreakable but still life goes on and we all have to move on.

Kubo really fucked up and the worst part is they plan to make a live action movie which I doubt will sell shit. I would never pay a dime to just watch actors waste their time by portraying incomplete roles lol.

Anyways I’m done. Thank you everyone, the Bleach, Ginran, IshiHime and Ichiruki fandom I love each and every one of you. It’s been a roller coaster of emotions and heartache and its time to move on. I’ll still follow all the blogs that I followed for IchiRuki and IshiHime. Have a nice life bleach fandom for as you lost one hardcore dedicated reader.

Thank you and Au Revoir.  💙 💙

Side note: I am extremely addled at the moment as I write this post. So sorry in advance if I managed to piss any of you off.

Oh and dont you dare and try to steal that great art. Thanks in advance. Much love. xoxo 💙 💙

BIGBANG Reactions to You Being Jealous

☆Taeyang☆:

You stared at the front of the magazine. You didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t. You never believed in the stories the media had conjured up knowing that most of the stories were baseless and mostly fabricated to draw in readers. Even now, it wasn’t the headline that had caught your eye, but the picture of the girl holding your boyfriend’s arm as if she was his girlfriend, not you.

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. They both seemed to be perfectly content walking together, him not even seemingly concerned with the way she was possessively holding his arm. You knew that the tabloids liked to take things out of proportion but you couldn’t deny the sting you felt when you realized they had photographic evidence of the two of them together. You drew your attention towards the headline, “BIGBANG’s Taeyang Caught Cheating?!?”, and, in a smaller font, “(see more photos inside)”.

Desperately, you flipped through the pages of the magazine to locate the page number that was listed on the front.

It was right there. There was no denying the fact that it was your boyfriend in all the pictures. You tore your eyes off the magazine, unable to look any longer. Why did you even look in the first place? You had already seen the cover and knew that more photos would only hurt you more. Were you hoping that it would say “April Fools! Just a prank lol” even though it was in the middle of fall with April months away?

You put down the magazine. You knew that you shouldn’t trust the tabloids but you couldn’t help the jealousy pulsing through your veins every time you imagined Hyorin clinging onto your boyfriend. Chances were that the pictures were completely harmless and meant nothing but that didn’t stop you from envisioning Youngbae enjoying all the time he spent with her, and not you.

Why am I being so irrational? Youngbae’s a great boyfriend. He’d never do something like that… right?


It wasn’t until later that night that Youngbae finally texted you.

Hey babe. Sorry I couldn’t talk a lot today, I got hung up at the studio.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he used being at the studio as a coverup for hanging out with her. Not trusting yourself to respond without sounding snide, you chose to pretend you were asleep and ignored his message, eventually actually falling asleep.


“Y/N is such a bitch.”

Hyorin leaned onto your boyfriend as they walked together down the street. Youngbae didn’t even bat an eyelash at the mention of your name.

“She’s not even pretty. You deserve someone a lot prettier than her, Youngbae,” Hyorin said as she flirtatiously glanced up at him.

“I think you’re pretty, Hyorin.”

You felt a pang in your chest but you couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding before you. They were both making their way towards you, but they were so enraptured by the other that they hadn’t noticed you yet.

As they got closer, Youngbae smiled fondly at Hyorin, completely oblivious to your presence as they walked hand-in-hand past you. He leaned down and pecked her on the cheek.

Just as they had passed you, Hyorin looked over her shoulder and gave you a smile that you could only compare to that of a snake that had captured its prey. You continued to watch as Youngbae looked at her with a gaze full of affection, not tearing his eyes off of the snake for a second.


You couldn’t remember the dream you had when you woke up, but it left you feeling like crap afterwards. You heard your phone go off but you weren’t in any mood to answer so allowed it to ring until the person calling hung up. You flipped yourself so you were laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Finally deciding to check who had been calling, you rolled over to pick up your phone, only to see Youngbae’s name flash across the screen along with three texts.

Good morning, beautiful! I hope you have an amazing day :*

Hey, are you busy today? There’s a new restaurant that opened up and I have connections to get us in :P

Uhm babe? Are you still sleeping?

Reading his texts, your mind instantly recollected what you had seen in the magazine yesterday. You knew it was illogical, but that didn’t stop you from quickly typing a quip back at Youngbae.

Jeez, maybe you should ask your new girlfriend? It seemed like you liked hanging out with her more than me anyway.

You put your phone on silent. Aggravated after having just woken up, you let out a sound of annoyance before throwing your phone back in your bed and getting yourself settled in for a night in with yourself.


You had been in the middle of the second season of Friends when a knock sounded on your door. “God, whoever that is better have a good reason as to why they’re interrupting Russ and Ross having a conversation,” you mumbled as you went to open the door. Swinging open the door, you found yourself face-to-face with a slightly disheveled Youngbae.

“Y/N, why haven’t you been picking up your phone?”

“Well hello to you too,” you muttered, annoyed at having been interrupted by Youngbae.

“No, Y/N, seriously. I’ve been trying to call you all day. Where’s your phone?”

You glanced around before remembering where you had left it. Trudging your way to your bedroom, you snatched it off your covers before making your way back to where your boyfriend was still standing awkwardly at the door.

“Right here. Is that all? Will you leave me alone now?”

You saw hurt flash in Youngbae’s eyes before quickly being replaced by something that seemed slightly frantic.

“Y/N, can I come in? I feel like we need to talk.”

“No, there isn’t. You found yourself a new girl. You don’t want me anymore so I’ll just see myself out of your life,” you said as you made a move to close the door.

Acting quickly, Youngbae pushed back open the door and took a step inside. “Y/N, don’t be stupid. You-”

“Oh, so now I’m stupid, huh?” You felt your eyes brimming with tears of frustration but you continued on. “You’re right, Youngbae, I was stupid. I was stupid to put my complete and utter faith in you. I was stupid to trust you. I was stupid to believe you loved me. I was stupid to think I was the only one in your life. And, most of all, I was stupid to love you.” A tear escaped you but you made no move to wipe it off your face. A traitor, just like the person in front of me.

There was no denying the pain on Youngbae’s face. Despite everything, you couldn’t bear to see that look on his face. You turned away, angrily swiping at your face to rid of the tears that continued to betray you.

“I think it would be the best for the both of us if you would just leave.”

There was a pause before you heard the door click softly shut. You collapsed to the ground, fully succumbing to the sobs that wracked your entire body. Within moments you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“Y/N… please stop crying… just let me explain, please…” he choked out in a whisper in your ear. Not trusting yourself to respond and tiring of the games he was playing with you, you quietened your sobs and waited for him to continue. He pried himself off of you once he noticed you were waiting for him to begin.

“Y/N, I swear she’s nothing to me. I had been out at the mall and I went to go grab lunch when I bumped into her. I had only greeted her since this was the first time I had met her when she invited me to go grab something to eat. I wasn’t going to be rude and turn her down so I agreed. Those damn paparazzi probably took pictures when she was leading me to the cafe she wanted to go eat at. I swear, if you don’t believe me I can track down her number and you can call her. Please Y/N, please trust me that I’m telling you the truth.”

You still hadn’t turned around to face him, taking a minute to let his words sink in.

Sniffling, you asked “Wait, y-you don’t even h-have her number?”

“What? Of course not! I barely know her.”

You giggled a little. How had you come to be so jealous of someone who didn’t even have his number? Slowly, you rose from the floor and turned to face him. His eyes were searching your face for a confirmation that you believed his side of the story. That you believed in him.

You took a few steps towards him before throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“I was so stupid. Why would I trust tabloids over my own boyfriend?” you mumbled into his chest. “Do you think you could forgive me for being so irrational?”

“Babe, for you, anything.”


| T.O.P | Taeyang | G-Dragon | Daesung | Seungri |

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Months after I posted T.O.P’s, the next member is finally out! I hope you guys like it!!!

~Admin K(onstantly thirsting)

a dash of color

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Summary: Sasuke recounts all the different colors he has seen on Sakura, and how they’ve made him fall more in love with her. 


Red.

They are twelve and in the forest of death.

Somehow, what was supposed to be a test to determine skill ended up taking a sinister turn with the involvement of the snake sannin. Now both the boys of team seven lay inside the hollow of a tree trunk as their female teammate stood guard.

The protected became the protector.

When Sasuke awakens, sleep is quickly dispelled from his body as a sharp pain courses through him, awakening all his senses. He clutches his shoulder in hopes of dulling the pain, but it’s futile.

Hoisting himself up, he looks at the jinchuriki lying beside him, still unconscious. Panic seizes him when he realizes that with both of them unconscious; Sakura was left to fend for her own in a forest where everyone was out to get them.

He immediately sits up straighter and looks around.

He sees red.

Shining bright and vivid in the dull green shrubbery, he sees the red of Sakura’s qipao, the red of the blood tainting her forearms and legs, the red of his brother’s eyes when he drove a sword through his parents.

This time, Sasuke is filled with a different kind of pain. The pain of watching another person precious to him suffer. His stomach clenches uncomfortably as he imagines drops of red trickling down Sakura’s body as she stood between him and danger and he vows to never see that sight again.

Ignoring the cries of his worn out muscles, Sasuke taps into the power of the cursed seal and stands up.

“Sakura, who did this to you?”


Purple.

The allied forces struggled as the war raged higher. Which is why it was hardly surprising that everyone momentarily chose to forget about Sasuke’s defection and rejoiced about his decision to assist them.

But the joy was short lived.

Within moments, the allied forces were surrounded by thousands of ten tail clones. The sheer number of them was overwhelming.

Sasuke, too, stood perplexed. Owing to their massive size, one shinobi could only take on one of the clones at a time. At this rate, the only way to defeat them would be by using a summon. Perhaps it was time to call on Aoda.

His hands flew to form the seals, but before he could go through with the jutsu, he saw Sakura launch herself at the clones.

‘Foolish girl, what does she think she’s doing?’

Protective instincts from years ago awakened within him, as he moved to step in between her and the clones. But before he could reach her, she had already punched a clone and sent him flying.

Jumping over them, she landed on the ground with a feral war cry erupting from her throat. The ground trembled and broke apart where she landed, and effectively crushed hundreds of clones in a span of seconds.

Sasuke looked on in awe as he watched the frail, delicate girl from his memories stand in the centre of the impact crater she created with her fists. After all this time away from Konoha, for the first time he wondered just how much he had missed in his absence.

She tilted her head and Sasuke saw the testament of her strength and all that he had lost to time on her forehead, a purple diamond.


Green.

Old team seven is on a mission in the land of waves. It’s a simple scroll retrieval mission but the risk factor is high.

Surrounded by hundreds of armed soldiers, Uchiha Sasuke thinks he understands why.

He unsheathes his kusanagi and launches into the fight.

Somewhere in the middle of the battle, Sasuke realizes he has wandered away from his teammates who were in a fight of their own. A creeping worry begins to nag the back of his mind but he pushes it aside and turns his attention back to the soldiers in front of him.

At the end of the gruesome battle, Sasuke makes his way back to regroup with his team. The nagging in his brain grows louder when he sees Kakashi and Naruto hunched around a figure on the ground, and his heart stills completely when he realizes it’s Sakura.

Stoic composure thrown to the wind, he rushes forward and kneels at her side.

“How did this happen?”

“That bastard got her from behind” Naruto growled through clenched teeth as he pointed to a body with a rasengan shaped hole lying some distance away from them. Unbridled fury filled Sasuke and he was sure if that soldier was alive, he would have killed him in the worst way possible.

But there were more urgent matters at hand instead of listing the most gruesome ways to kill someone. Picking up Sakura in his arms, he ran towards Konoha faster than he ever imagined himself capable of moving.

After hours of surgery, Saukra was moved to a pristine hospital room. Tsunade said there was nothing more left for the medics to do, and now all they could do was wait for her to wake up.

Three days later when she finally arose from her comatose state, Sasuke was beside her. He watched as her eyelids fluttered and slowly rose to reveal emerald green irises looking up at him in confusion, and decided it was his favorite color.


Pink.

There’s a festival in town and Sakura has agreed to accompany him to it.

It’s funny he thinks, how their roles have been reversed. A lifetime ago, she would have been the one begging him to go to the festival with her, but this time she was the one that needed convincing.

Eventually, she agreed that the hospital wouldn’t burn to the ground if she was away for a day, and blushed a pretty pink as she nodded in consent.

His eyes widened when he arrived at her house and saw her in a stunning red kimono with cherry blossoms sown on its sleeves. Breaking out of his reverie, he recounted everything Kakashi had told him about courting a woman and held his hand out for her to take. A look of surprise momentarily flashed on her face before she smiled and accepted the invitation.

When they arrived at the festival, the place was packed. It seemed as though all of Konoha and the neighboring villages had decided to attend. They pushed through the crowd and began to take a look around.

The evening proved to be wonderful after all. They ate a stall where Sakura managed to persuade Sasuke into trying some animitsu, played several games, and Sasuke even bought Sakura a ruby pendant. Towards the end of the evening, it seemed like the crowd had gotten even bigger. Weaving his way through the throng of people, panic gripped Sasuke when he suddenly realized Sakura was not next to him.

Frantically looking around, his voice barely registered the announcement of the fireworks beginning in a few minutes, he was far too occupied with locating Sakura in the massive pack of people. He was just about to activate his Sharingan when he spotted a shock of pink hair in the crowd.

Sasuke sighed in relief and allowed himself a moment to acknowledge how her bright hair that was usually a hindrance on stealth missions proved to be helpful in finding her in a mass of people.

Speeding towards her, he reached her and took her hand in his, vowing to not lose sight of her again. Sakura gasped at the strength of his grip before she saw the receding signs of apprehension in his face and realized how worried he must have been.

Smiling, she laced her fingers through his and walked towards the fireworks viewing area.


White.

Sakura looks beautiful in white, he thinks to himself.

The white of her doctor’s coat as she mends bones in a blink of an eye, the white of his shirt that she wears when she spends the night at the Uchiha mansion, the white of her wedding kimono as she walks towards him.

His lips part slightly as he watches her traverse the distance to the aisle, and he wonders what he’s ever done to deserve her.

He wonders if he’s doing the right thing by letting her tie down her life to his, when all he’s done is break and all she’s done is heal.

She quells away his doubts as she squeezes his hand in hers, and he remembers the smile on her face when she wakes up in the morning and stretches beside him, a smile only for him.

She lets go of his hand and they turn towards the priest, who begins the ceremony.

When the rituals are over and he takes her in his arms to kiss her, Sasuke vows that even though he doesn’t deserve her now, he has time and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to become a man who does.

And when he closes his eyes and deepens the kiss, imagining the future that lies ahead if them, he sees explosions of white behind his eyelids.

fin.

How Deep is Your Love?

Originally posted by enochianess

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Warnings: Mild Language, Alcoholism, References to a past absuive relationship. 

Summary: Love is a war-zone. There are land mines embedded beneath it’s soil of deception. It leaves scars that run like canyons in your soul. And you’ve fought enough battles. Until he comes into your life and shows you that the only war you’re fighting is one against yourself. 

A/N: Surpriseeeeeeee! I just wanted to say thank you to all my beautiful followers with some Sebastian fluff. Inspired by the Bee Gees song How Deep is your Love’. I suggest listening to it while you read this. You’ll find out why towards the end ;) Unbeta’d. I’m really sorry. 

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