i love this woman and i regret nothing

[ lots of love, yoonoh ] ✧ jung jaehyun

pairing: jaehyun x reader

genre: angst

word count: 679

about: she finds a box of letters underneath her bed and decides to read them. Turns out her they were all addressed to her, and the last one was dated the day he moved out.

note:  unedited why do i do this to myself / listen to ‘and i’m here’ by kim kyunghee for maximum angst. Also, let me know if you guys want a part 2, enjoy!

“You were like a dream, and I wish I hadn’t slept through.”

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  • Taiyang: Girls, come and meet your new stepmom, Ella!
  • Ruby: Dad that's literally Cinder. She hates me.
  • Taiyang: I have no idea what you're talking about, her name isn't Cinder? It's Ella!
  • Cinder: I will destroy everything you love, little Red. Just you watch me.
  • Ruby: DAD!!
  • Taiyang: Haha she's just messing around, isn't that right, Ella?
  • Cinder: That's right. I love your daughters already, darling, they're delightful!
  • Qrow: Tai not to be rude but I gotta say.. your taste in women is ridiculously bad. Save for Summer.
  • Taiyang: And who asked for your opinion?? You don't get to judge me for my coping methods when you literally get off by roasting that Schnee woman.
  • Qrow: Fair.
The Whole You

This is how the proposal last night should have happened. Killian is able to confess to Emma and he is shocked by the way she responds.

I fixed it! Ignore the last scene of last night episode and just read this! Kidding of course… After lasts night episode I just had to get this out! Maybe this can give you some comfort over the next week until this can be resolved. Hang in there shippers!

You can find more of my work here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/rubyrose82/works

“Emma, before I ask you, there is something I have to tell you. And I’m afraid that it may change your answer,” Killian admitted, not able to look her in the eyes. Emma cupped his face with hands with a deep concern.

“Whatever it is, we can work through it. We always do” She whispered. “This time is different, love. I don’t know if you will want to be in the same room with me after this let alone spend the rest of your life with me,” Hook explained, tears forming in his deep blue eyes.

“What you’re afraid of telling me, was it recent or in the past?” She questioned, worry wrenched her heart. She felt helpless watching the man she loved battling the pain and guilt he clearly possessed. “The past,” Killian replied, finally looking her in the eyes.

“When I fell in love with you, I fell in love with the whole you. Not just parts of who you are. That means your past too. I know you’ve done things you regret. We both have, but nothing you say will change the fact that I love you,” Emma admitted, as she felt wet tears streaming down her cheeks. She stepped closer to him, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

“You can tell me anything, Killian,” She choked out. “This is weighing on your heart. Let me help with the load,” His vision was blurry from all crying, but it didn’t matter. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. He didn’t deserve her, or her love. He took a deep breath, focusing on his true love in front of him.

“A few days ago your father asked me to help track down the man who killed his father. He had found out that he wasn’t killed in an accident, but he was murdered. I wanted to prove to him that I was wasn’t just a pirate. I wanted him to see me as more than that, as someone worthy of you, so I agreed to help him,” Killian began, fighting back that prickling feeling in the corner of his eyes again. Emma just simply listened, never saying a word.

“We discovered that King George ordered his death. He was fueled with vengeance, something that I understood. I didn’t want him the make the same mistakes that I often did. I was able to stop him from doing anything he would have regretted, but earlier that day we went to August for some help. He said he ripped out some old storybook pages that might be of some assistance. And on my way home that night he saw me walking and gave me the pages to give to David,” Hook took a pregnant pause. That when he finally broke down. Emma reached out, holding his hand and gave him an encouraging nod.

“The second I saw the pages I knew. It was me,” Killian finished in almost a whisper. It was the first time he had said it out loud. “What was you, Killian?” She questioned still holding his hand tight. “I killed him,” Hook cried out. It took Emma a few moments for it to really sink in. Her true love killed her grandfather, but that wasn’t her true love that did that, not her Killian. Emma knew she had to respond fast. She did the only thing she could think of in a state of shock. Moving in she pulled him in close, wrapping her arms around him.

He fell apart in her arms, whispering that he’s sorry into her hair. Emma’s heart sank, but not for the reason she thought it would. They needed some time to talk, to think, and to cry, and the doorway was no place for it. “Come here,” Emma pleaded reaching for his shaking hand. She slowly pulled him up the stairs to their room and gestured towards the bed.

Killian expected her to walk out the door or maybe even make him leave for the horrible thing he had done. But here she was showing him compassion and love that he truly didn’t deserve. They both sat down on the bed in silence until Emma broke it, “I forgive you.” It only made Hook cry harder.

“How can you do that?” He replied between sobs. “Do what?” She implored, lacing her hand with his.”Forgive me, after all I have done. I have done countless unspeakable things in my life. I’ve killed, stole, and lied. I don’t deserve your love,” Killian wept.

Emma could see that this was bigger than the death of her grandfather. He still wasn’t able to forgive himself for all his past sins. “Killian, don’t you get it? Before I met you, I was miserable. Every person I ever had in my life left me. I trusted and loved no one, but the second I met you that changed. You were the only person in my life that put me first. You’ve loved me unconditionally, you’ve stood by my side, and you make me feel treasured everyday. I wake up every morning hoping I can make you feel even half as loved as you make me feel. You’re not only my partner, but you’re my best friend. And if you think I would just walk away from everything we have just because of something in your past, then I’ve failed you,” Emma ranted wiping the tears from her lover’s eyes forgetting the ones streaming down her face.

“You could never fail me, Swan,” Killian vowed, as she leaned in placing a tender kiss upon his lips. “I love you. Now please asked me, pirate,” Emma giggled, resting her forehead on his. He took the ring that was resting him her hand, and sank to the ground on one knee. His face was still wet from all the crying and his hair was going every which direction, but now his face looked happy and his heart was lighter. She was still sitting on the bed when he took her hand.

“Emma Swan, will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife, making me the happiest man in all the realms?” He smiled, blushing from head to toe. “Yes, yes, yes,” She beamed, kissing everywhere her lips could reach. “I love you,” Hook confessed, holding her tight. “I love you too,” She replied into the crook of his neck.

She knew the circumstances weren’t ideal, but it didn’t matter. They were stronger because of it, and twenty or fifty years from now when they tell their kids and their grandchildren how Killian proposed, it will be nothing short of perfect, because it will be the story of them and their love.

Always the Same

I only have 43 posts, including this one.

And it’s so cliche.





How would Sasuke confess to the girl who likes his best friend?

He wouldn’t.

He would wait until the emotions were out of her system. He would refuse to be seen as nothing more than “his best friend,” and he wouldn’t be able to support either of them once his own feelings were known. There was the chance that said girl would reciprocate his feelings, but Sasuke wouldn’t want to deal with the doubt-

She’s using me.

She just wants to be close to him.

She never wanted me in the first place.

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Learning to Love (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: More super gay angst/fluff straight from my brain to yours. Honestly, don’t read this unless you like cheesy love stories and borderline laughable prose.

(And thank you to Lale for being my own personal cheerleader while writing this!)

-tw for like self-esteem issues? & reference to AN abusive relationship

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When they’d gone, Lady Sybil sat for a while staring at her hands.
(…) In many ways, she told herself, she was very lucky. She was very proud of Sam. He worked hard for a lot of people. He cared about people who weren’t important. He always had far more to cope with than was good for him. He was the most civilized man she’d ever met. Not a gentleman, thank goodness, but a gentle man.
She never really knew what it was he did. (…) He tended to drop his clothes into the laundry basket before he eventually came to bed, so she’d only hear later from the laundry girl about the bloodstains and the mud.
(…) There was a Sam Vimes she knew, who went out and came home again, and out there was another Sam Vimes who hardly belonged to her and lived in the same world as all those men with the dreadful names…
Sybil Ramkin had been brought up to be thrifty, thoughtful, genteel in an outdoor sort of way, and to think kindly of people.
She looked at the pictures again, in the silence of the house.
Then she blew her nose loudly and went off to do the packing and other sensible things.
—  From The Fifth Elephant.
fic: peace of the grave

summary: After the death of Bonacieux, d'Artagnan gives Constance the space to breathe, and endures his own ghosts in the process.

warnings: pretty damn big spoilers for season 2, obviously.

sister fic to mithlomi’s beautiful torrentshows d'Artagnan’s reaction to Bonacieux’s death. Not only did we think that d'Artagnan’s grown up enough by now to give Constance time, but I loved the suggestion from hippity-hoppity-brigade’s suggestion that d'Artagnan would be more than a little unnerved by Bonacieux’s death-curse… Plus I want to see d'Artagnan become more of a leader in the garrison, so that happened too.

For the usual crew - thefemalemusketeer, mithlomi, sweetlyfez, sensoryinputpatterns, why-this-kolaveri-machi and hippity-hoppity-brigade. The latter two I blame for the brief Porthagnan insurgence.

Heexpected relief. He expected joy, celebration, tears of relief – for himself,for Constance, for their love that is finally, finally free. He expected everything good.

 He didn’t expect this.


“You let her go?” Aramis’ voice is disbelieving. “Alone?”

D’Artagnan is practicing against a shadow, twisting his sword in his hand until it becomes molten light. Step – step back, off to the side, parry, thrust, twist again. There is blood trickling down his arm, and the burgeoning beginnings of a bruise at his eye. He has sparred with Athos until the older man refused to strike again; he has wrestled with Porthos until his bones are limp and his friend stated outright that he would not lay another hand on him; now he practices. He practices until his hands are raw.

“She needs this time,” he mutters. His eyes are fixed dead-ahead, on his imaginary opponent. “You don’t understand Aramis. I can’t – I can’t be with her right now, I can’t be there piling all my…my expectation on her. I’ve done that enough. She needs time to be a widow, not just my lover. She needs that much.”

“No, it’s the right thing to do,” the older man murmurs, and then grins, quick-silver, back at their friends. “It’s just not what I was expecting from you.”

His words are paternal, almost proud. And yes, maybe d’Artagnan has grown. Grown a little more, enough to see that willing and wanting and loving are not enough; that maybe standing back and letting go are as equal signs of love as pursuit and eagerness and daring deeds. He knew that. Knew that that moment in the inn – Constance’s voice gentle and tentative, I’m glad we can talk like this; as friends, and he nodded, and accepted that in his heart; that friendship hurt but loosing her hurt more, and if she wanted nothing more he would be glad to give her that much, and if she wanted his heart he would do nothing but wait, hands outstretched, ready for her to take it.

Sometimes pursuit is not enough.

He’s glad he knows that now. Still, there is a part of him that mourns that stupid Gascon farmboy who thought he could grasp the moon by doing nothing more than taking it, and all the pain he endured – and caused, never forget that – to find out the truth.

Constance needs her time. She has lived with the man for some five years before d’Artagnan ever crossed her way; it would be an empty woman who felt nothing for that. She needs space to feel this, and d’Artagnan…d’Artagnan can do nothing but give her that.

For now, all he can do is practice. Thrust, parry, step back, dance to the side, parry again…

He twists, turns, slices his sword forward; and just as his blade pierces where the dueller’s heart would be, he blinks; and his imaginary opponent is wearing Bonacieux’s face.

The sword falls from his grasp. He turns; staggers; wretches.

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Imagine Request - Wedding Interruptions

Can you do one where Justin’m and Y/N are getting married but one of Justin’s old flings comes in to try and stop and Justin slays the fuck outta of her by saying stuff like ‘Y/N is the love of my life’ ’ Get the fuck outta my wedding’ something cute like that??😂💟

The day to marry Justin finally rolled around and I stood elegantly in my white dress, across from Justin who stood looking beautiful in his black suit. I’m pretty sure someone had to force him into that thing; I’m positive he would’ve worn shorts and a sweatshirt to this thing if he was allowed.

“Do you, [Y/N], take Justin to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” I chuckled as the tears streamed down my face, I stared up at Justin as he laughed at me, but his own eyes watering at this point. He brought his thumb and wiped it under my eye, making our friends and family ‘aw’ as they watched us.

“Do you, Justin, take [Y/N] to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?”

All eyes were on Justin as he smiled down at me. “No,” He shook his head, making my heart drop. The crowd gasped. “I’m just kidding, I do, of course I do.” He chuckled and grinned mischievously. I swatted his chest as I frowned, a smile edging its way onto my face.

“I now pronounce yo-”

“Stop!” All heads turned towards the end of the aisle, a stumbling woman made her way over, grabbing a hold on the backs of chairs to stop herself from falling every so often. “This can’t happen, call the engagement off.” She spat, throwing her arms in the air.

“Bit late.” I chuckled under my breath. The woman sent a glare my way, making me frown in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Justin stood in front of me, almost protecting me.

“You can’t marry this bitch; I was so much better for you. Come back to me and I’ll show you a good time.” The girl tried to be seductive, but her clearly drunked state failed her completely.

“What right do you think you have coming here? I’m about to marry the most perfect woman in the world and you’re ruining it.” Justin hissed and growled at her.

“You don’t need her! You don’t need any of this. We could be together and just fuck for the rest of our lives and I’d never ask you to marry me! Let’s face it; what we had was so much better.” The woman squealed, probably thinking her offer was the greatest.

All was quiet for a split second before Justin went off on a venomous rant, scaring even me. “If that’s you’re idea of a perfect life, you need to sort yourself out. [Y/N] is the love of my life and I want to be with her; with her, everything’s better, she helps me be a better person. What I have with her, I want for the rest of my life.” Justin’s words turned soft for a moment, making my eyes water all over again. “You mean nothing to me anymore and when you did, you were nothing but a fling, which I regret, might I add. If I knew [Y/N] was coming into my life, I would’ve held out.” The woman deflated from in front of us, but her eyes shooting daggers at anything she set her eyes on. “Now get the fuck out of my wedding, you weren’t invited.” He smirked as he watched her being escorted out, which actually resulted in her being dragged out as she refused to leave. He waved and smiled as she glared and shouted over her shoulder.

No one spoke, I chuckled lightly, making Justin do the same. “..Right, where were we?” The man repositioned himself in front of us.

“You were about to marry us.” Justin grinned, holding both of my dainty hands in his own large ones.

“Right. I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

“With pleasure.” Justin muttered, pulling me into him by my waist forcefully. His lips instantly collided with my own and didn’t leave for another minute. We stood, mouth to mouth as everyone cheered around us. Justin smirked into the kiss, travelling his hands down my back over my ass subtly, making me chuckle.

My Loc Journey

My locs bring me the most amazing feeling of joy everyday. It’s the feeling of freedom to be myself. It’s the feeling of knowing that being an African American woman with natural hair is a beautiful part of life. I can look in the mirror and feel good that my hair is truly healthy now. There’s nothing like having healthy, thick, and soft hair. My only regret is that I didn’t loc my hair sooner. But now that I finally have, I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.

I’m still new to the world of locs, but I sure do love it more and more everyday. It has been so much fun seeing my hair change and grow over the months. November 2016 will make two years of having locs! I can’t believe how fast time goes by. It seems like just yesterday that I was getting my hair twisted for the first time. I remember always worrying if my locs would unravel, haha. It’s fun to laugh about the silliness now. I think everyone in the beginning of their loc journey probably goes through that phase.

Wearing my hair natural has made me feel the most beautiful that I have ever felt in my entire life. My hair was natural for years before I got locs. I made the decision to have natural hair because I was tired of feeling like I had to be someone that I wasn’t. I was tired of getting my hair damaged at the salon every two months from relaxers. There’s something so liberating about no longer getting those chemicals put into your hair anymore. This hair is mine and it’s beautiful! I will take care of it and nurture it the way that I’m suppose to. I love my natural shampoos, conditioners, and styling creams. Even my hair dye is natural. I made the promise to love and nurture my hair, and I’m going to keep that promise. This is only the beginning of the journey. The best is yet to come.

Okay, but are you serious? Is it really that hard for Mulan to actually say that she loves Aurora? Or even just vocalize that she loves a woman? Did we really wait all these seasons, only to be tip-toeing around this topic again?
Like, how hard can it be to actually acknowledge that she’s in love with another woman? But no, of course “we can’t scare the general audience with such bluntness”, right? I can’t believe this is really happening - AGAIN

I can no longer write love poems
and I don’t want to.
To be perfectly honest I don’t think I’ve ever written one.
Not truly anyway.
Nothing you’d compare to Shakespeare or Neruda.
Just sweaty tales of lust and regret,
a perfect parable to my life.
Even the love poems I wrote about Amanda weren’t truly love poems
because I’m not sure I ever actually loved her
or any woman for that matter.
Yeah, I’m 100% sure I never want to write love poems again.
I’m not incapable.
I just don’t want to.
I really don’t want to.
—  No More
Tennessee Teacakes: Twenty-Nine

Good evening, my little cupcakes! I bet you’re all happy to see that this chapter didn’t take me a month to write! Hope you enjoy! And I can’t wait to hear what you think! <3

Sugar on the Asphalt & Previous chapters


welcome to the boozy dark chocolate cupcake club; august 26, 2019

Walter was getting his hair cut and nails trimmed, so I was going over the manuscript Rebecca’s assistant editor sent back to me in the quiet of Mrs. Dreyfuss’s room. Everything was fine with the recipes, but there needed to be some alterations in the clarity of the directions. Aretta, my editor, cited an over-boil and seizing of chocolate that filled her flat with so much smoke that the entire building needed to evacuate. She also cited that this happened at two in the morning and none of her neighbors seemed very happy about standing outside while the fire department cleared each floor.

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A story I’m thinking of continuing in which Regina took the sleeping curse in the Missing Year and so, after they’re able to procure the sleeping curse (I haven’t worked out the logistics of that yet but I’m playing around with ideas), they wake in Storybrooke with no memory (Zelena still tampered with the curse) and no magical aid from Regina. It will be an OQ story if continued, any feedback would be great as I’m not too sure if I will continue it yet.

“Oh my god,” Emma exhaled a heavy breath as she moved around the glass casket, eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief as she took in the eerily still form laying within. “And you’re sure she’s not…” 

“No,” Mary Margaret cut her off quickly whilst David’s palm came to rest on her back, a small comfort in the face of things, “she’s sleeping.” 

“But how can you be su-” 

“I just know Emma,” it was her father’s pointed look that had her dropping the subject and looking back to a woman who looked nothing like the one she’d known. She looked younger, face free of the hard lines she often wore, free of rage and regret. She was wearing familiar clothing, another of her form fitting dresses but it was her hair that had the blonde’s attention. “I changed her after we’d found her,” Snow explained having seen emerald eyes tracing over long curls that fell over the brunette’s shoulder, “but I didn’t want to touch her hair,” and as though she’d forgotten there were others in the room she whispered “I always loved it long.” 

Emma gave her mother a small smile, complete unease alighting her nerves. This hadn’t been what she’d expected when Killian had convinced her to return, not in the slightest. “Where did you find her?” 

It was David who spoke now, “she was out in the woods,” his voice soft as he wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders and pulled her a little closer. 


Both of their brows furrowed then as they looked from one another, to Emma and back to the woman they’d believed they’d never see fall, under the very same curse that she’d put Snow under so long ago. Their heads shook slowly, looking and looking at Regina as though the mystery would simply unravel itself for them. “There was a man with her, asleep too.” 

“Under the curse?” she questioned with a hand pressed against the glass. 

Again their heads shook, “he woke up not long after we found them.” 

“So why the faces?” her own brow was furrowed as she studied their expressions with eyes narrowed slightly. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of Mary Margaret’s mouth as she breathed “they were holding hands.”

Part 2

Part 2 to CEO Calum :)


Calum’s POV

I was afraid to fall in love. I was afraid falling in love because I thought I would hurt myself in the process.

Well, I thought.

I never realized I loved Y/N not until I saw her cry because of me. Heck, it my first time of being in love with someone. And I clearly screwed up my chance of being with her.

Fuck, I screwed up. Big time.



I asked my brother Michael to drive me to the office since I had a beer or five last night.

As soon as we hit a spotlight, I knew Michael was going to asking questions. And I was right. He did ask questions.

“Look Y/N, I’m not stupid, why the were you crying and drinking last night? We both know you only drink when something depressing happens.” Michael decided to cut to the chase quickly.

“Uhm, as long as you promise you won’t get mad?”

“Yeah, yeah. Not unless there’s something to get mad about.

I decided to tell Mikey everything, excluding the parts we had sex. By the time I finished the story, we were already parked in front of the building.

“Calum? Calum Hood? That little prick. He was my friend. Was now.”

“He mentioned.”

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” He growled out of anger before going out pf the car and locking it quickly.

I tried to catch up with him despite me wearing high heels.

“Mikey no!”

“Stop the bullshit Y/N. No one can hurt my sister like that.”

We were already in the floor in where Mr. Hood’s office is. Good thing I decided to be early since there were no people yet on our floor.

“Hood!” Michael yelled.

“Huh? Wait I’ll call you back.” Calum said to the one he was speaking with. Once he locked eyes with Mikey, his eyes were immediatelty filled with fear.

Well this is some weird reunion.

Before he knew it, Mikey already pinned him to the wall.

“Listen here Hood. No one and I mean no one, ever hurts my sister like that. The last time she cried like that was when I stepped on her baby turtle. Now if you try doing that again, you will literally see the worst side of me.”

He put him down and rushed to my side before whispering, “Call me when he does something again. Pick you up when you text me. Bye, love you.”

“Okay. Love you too.”


“Yes Mr. Hood?”

“I’m sorry for what I said yesterday. I really am. They were really uncalled for.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” I said before leaving his office.


I was once again put in overtime. I worked quickly to avoid Mr. Hood from all the moves he wants to play me with.

I got them done and went to his office, putting the paperworks on his desk before saying, “Well this is surprising.”

“What is?” He croaked before facing me with whiskey in hand.

“You not fucking anybody here again.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Was it also a mistake when you met me?” Tears threatening to spill.

“Of course not. It was a blessing.”

“You don’t fuck a woman any other than the woman you supposedly love.”

“I’m sorry okay? I’m afraid to fall in love! I’m terrified of being in love with someone!

"You love me? You have a very good way of showing that.”

“I said I’m sorry okay! I regret everything I did to you yesterday.”

“That’s funny coming from the mam who said I was just an employee, nothing more, nothing less.”

“What the hell do I have to do in order to for you to forgive me huh? I’m trying Y/N, I’m trying!” He broke down.

“That’s the problem with you Calum! You don’t try! Not at all! Because if you did, I would already be wrapped around your finger but no! You afraid of things because you won’t bother trying them! You don’t try.”

“What am I supposed to do?” He whispered.

“You try Calum. You try.”

Part 3?

The Way Home, Chapter 2

Summary: With Sasuke, there’s still something left to save, because the hardest person to forgive is oneself. [a series of interconnected oneshots dealing with Sasuke’s slow journey to redemption]
Prompt: Team 7 spends their first night home after the war.

Kakashi arrives in Konoha’s General Hospital a few hours after midnight, and walks to Room 3710. By the side of the door, the names Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto were written.

He twists the knob and enters, stunned to see Naruto awake and casually sitting on his hospital bed.

“Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto nods in greeting. 

He smiles underneath his mask, his visible eye crinkling. He quickly examines the room: two beds, a sofa, a small table, cabinets–nothing out of the ordinary. But no sign of Sakura.

A couple of hours ago, a distraught nurse sought him out regarding his pink-haired student. According to the concerned colleague, Sakura was over-working herself, occupying her time healing the army of shinobi coming home. Kakashi sighed then. He knew that more than her generous desire to help, this gave her a reason to stay close to her teammates, to watch over their recovery. The nurse informed him that nobody at the hospital could convince her to go home and rest, and everyone is deathly worried.

She must still be healing someone right now…

Before continuing his search, Kakashi quietly approaches the foot of the other bed, expecting to see Sasuke sleeping, but he spots pink hair sprawled across the pillow. Sakura?

Through the window, the streetlamp illuminates Sakura’s form underneath a thin sheet of blanket. She was shivering. Kakashi sighs, knowing this collapse was bound to happen. 

Seems like he’ll still be continuing his search, albeit for a different student.

Kakashi turns to Naruto, about to ask Sasuke’s whereabouts.  He pauses when he sees the the young man inspecting his right arm.

Naruto tests the movements of what remained of his limb. “It’ll be hard to get used to this. Sasuke woke me up, and we somehow managed to carry Sakura-chan to bed. We found her crashed on the sofa.” Naruto chuckles a little. “How long have we been here?”

“A little more than a day.” Kakashi continues, “Where’s Sasuke?”

The door opens, revealing the man in question, holding a blanket. 

Naruto was the first to speak, “About time. What took you so long?” Sasuke doesn’t reply. He takes a step towards Kakashi’s direction.

“Shouldn’t you be bedridden?”


Kakashi watches as Sasuke unfolds the blanket, and wraps the trembling Sakura underneath it. Naruto stands, and walks to the opposite side of the bed, in front of Sasuke. Dissatisfied with the way Sakura is cloaked, Naruto adjusts the sheets. 

When Sasuke raises a hand, Kakashi can’t help but panic for a second, until he sees his student gently press a palm on Sakura’s forehead. The young Uchiha announces, “She doesn’t have a fever.”

“Sakura-chan’s freezing! Couldn’t you find anymore blankets?”

“There aren’t any left.”

Kakashi muses the number of patients coming and going. With the war ending around a day ago, the hospital must be terribly busy. “Have you had her checked?” He asks, still eyeing Sasuke, not out of suspicion, but of curiosity.

Naruto responds, “Yeah! The doctor said she just needs her rest!”

“Dobe, you’re too loud!” Sasuke whispers harshly. Naruto scowls and doesn’t bother a retort, knowing Sasuke is right.

Sasuke hasn’t moved his gaze away from the drained medic, his palm still resting on her forehead. Time ticks away, and they remain in their spots. The sound of Sakura’s staggered breathing fills the room.

Kakashi feels Naruto’s eyes on him so he looks up, only to see Naruto’s eyes dart to Sasuke, and settles there for a while before returning to Sakura. 

Naruto smiles softly, with a tinge of sadness.

Kakashi takes a glimpse at Sasuke, and sees him deep in thought, his brows mildly furrowed as he stares at Sakura, and at the same time, not at her, but beyond. It was as if Sasuke was peering at his past. 

More minutes rot in the darkness.

Naruto breaks the silence between them, “Sakura forgives you, Sasuke.”

Kakashi sees the hand on Sakura’s forehead stiffen, before moving back to the side of its owner.

Sasuke turns to Naruto, a few beats are lost. Then he responds, “It’s not that.”

The cheerful boy gives one of his trademark grins. “You’re back. That’s all that matters.”

Kakashi briefly looks at Sasuke to gauge his reaction. He finds him watching Sakura again, with the same conflicted expression.

“Sasuke…” This time, Kakashi speaks, gaining the attention of his two students.

“Sakura understands you were not who you are when you did all those things. You yourself know this.”

Sasuke doesn’t break his gaze towards the sleeping figure, his eyes narrow slightly. “Yet I still did them.”

“Come on, Sasuke,” Naruto says, “With all that has happened to you–”

Sasuke glowers at Naruto suddenly, silencing him. “Even if you were in my place, you wouldn’t have chosen the path I walked on, would you, Naruto?”

Naruto returns a determined look. “No, I wouldn’t have,” he sighs. “I’m not saying what happened to you is an excuse for what you did.”

“Sasuke,” Kakashi starts, more firmly this time, “The things that you did are in the past…” Before he could continue, Sasuke cuts him off.

“That doesn’t erase what I’ve done. The–” Sasuke looks at Sakura again, and exhales sharply. “What I’ve caused…they’re still part of me.”

“Not if you change.” Naruto adds, trying again. “That’s what matters.”

Kakashi presses on, “Who you are… who you want to be–don’t waste it.” Sasuke briefly meets Kakashi’s gaze at the corner of his eyes. “What you do and will do–that decides everything.”

Sasuke closes his eyes, and breathes. The streetlamp flickers erratically, and the light disappears. Darkness envelopes the room. The clouds are wafted away by a languid wind, slowly revealing the moon. In a second, its faint, delicate light reaches the weary members of Team 7.

More minutes passed away as the moonlight washes over them.

A feminine voice calls out, “Sasuke-kun,” and all three of them are surprised.

It’s the most exhausted, they’ve ever seen her. But Sakura’s unmistakably green eyes are bright, even in the darkness. 

She declares in serene, hushed tones, “You’re worth more… than what you have done.” 

Both Kakashi and Naruto witness Sakura offering Sasuke a smile, and it somehow warms the room, reaching the tiniest corners.

“I’m… I’m glad that…” she closes her eyes, “We’re all here.” She doesn’t speak another word. Once knowing she has done everything she could, she gives into her fatigue.

The moment drifts, flowing like the light of the moon. At the edge of the world, a divide rests–separating those who bathe in the sun, and those who long for it. The moon takes care of those who find themselves trapped, reaching for the deep crevices below. She is generous without being imposing. Eternally nestled in darkness, she is compassionate. But knowing light, she doesn’t succumb. She only waits for you. bestowing just enough light to see, without judgement on your shadows. This is where you draw strength until you can come out and drink in the sun again.

Kakashi looks at Sasuke, and sees Naruto doing the same. His head is bowed low; his expression slightly obscured by the veil of his hair. Still, they don’t miss the few tears that escape the eyes of the last Uchiha, coming to rest at the face of the woman who cherished him, and fought for him, even when he was not himself, severed by the gravity of loss he had to endure.

Kakashi and Naruto look on as Sasuke wipes his own tears by brushing a thumb along Sakura’s cheek.

A comforting lull permeates the room. Here, two men silently observe a friend, a comrade, a brother, a kin. He hovers over a woman in deep slumber. They wish that he realizes there is at least one thing in the world he did not lose.

Two beds, a sofa, a small table, cabinets–nothing out of the ordinary. 

The moon peeks from a single window situated between the beds.

 After four years, this is where Team 7 spends their first night home.

Note: I love Ricoeur.
A small note on Ricoeur: You are what you do. But what if you’ve done something so awful, that you foam at your mouth in regret and curse yourself? I did this. But this is not me, not me. This is where the liberating act of forgiveness comes in. Forgiveness unbinds you from your actions–from the wrong thing you have done. It is recognizing that the regretful action is no longer ascribed to you. That you can transcend whatever it is that you did wrong. You can rise from it. You can have an identity separate from it, because forgiveness gives you the freedom to change and rework who you are. It is the wronged person telling you and/or you telling yourself, You are worth more than what you have done. Isn’t that beautiful? I just kept thinking of Sasuke, and his journey of redemption. 

Naruto got to him. Naruto broke down his walls, and freed him from his curse of hatred. But it doesn’t end there, you know? Something is still left to save, something left to forgive.. to mend. This is where Sakura comes in! Oh how I wish Kishi dwelled on this! (and not only because of all the SasuSaku we will see lol) (but maybe mostly because of that haha)

Anyway, this is why I’m writing this! >_< SasuSaku is so enigmatic that we keep having to imagine these moments. There is both beauty and frustration in that.

Thank you to Madara-fate… whose posts inspired me to write down this idea. I asked him a question which bothered me greatly, and his answer single-handedly made me realize a lot of things. Thank you for making my understanding of the whole series a lot better. You are awesome.