Multistreaming was a huge success! I was pleasantly surprised by my youtube audience! This doodle is a bit messy and I’m not too proud of it but here it is. It was gonna be serious and sad but I just gotta keep the fluff levels up.
No. Absolutely not,” you say, eyes flicking back and forth from the board and
your nearly full workbook as you copy down your teacher’s words.
“Come on! I
promise you, they’re a great match for you!” Ned tries again, his pen not even
touching the paper. You shift your eyes from the board to his face, and then to
the pen loosely being held in his hand.
Grant sees you haven’t written a single word you’ll be in so much trouble.” You
place your eyes back to the board and drop the pen as you finish writing it. “I
don’t want to do it.”
haven’t dated a single person ever, though! You should be getting out there,
making friends, dating people! This person really likes you, okay? I know it.”
your head and reach for your drink bottle, taking a long drink whilst thinking
about the pros and cons of the situation you’re inevitably going to be placed
in. When you put the drink bottle back down you narrow your eyes at Ned.
fifteen! You haven’t dated anybody either, because you’re also just a child. Maybe
you should go date someone. Let’s see…” You start scanning the room, nodding
towards people. “Sally? She seems nice. The only Sally I know, too. What about
Brunette Casandra? I think she’s nice. Maybe you could go on a date with
weird—you’d never met a Mannie before
coming to this school, and there are three in your year.
crave affection,” Ned mutters, falling back into his seat. “Please do this!
Please! I’ll never bother you again, ever. I promise.”
I? What will I get out of it?” Yes, you know Ned will bother you again. It’s
one of the things he does best, but you still love him.
Ned takes a
deep breath and puts his hand on your shoulder, making you look at him. He
stares you right in the eyes. “You,
my friend, will get a wonderful, possibly awkward, night out. Also, I’ve
already told the guy you’re doing it.”
Ned!” You yell, earning a nasty look from the teacher. You mouth an apology and
look at Ned in anger. “You’re not serious, right? You wouldn’t do that, right?
I met you, I knew you’d like this person, okay!? If it makes it better, he
doesn’t know who you are.”
You breathe out through your nose and collapse
back into your seat, crossing your arms. You remain silent for the rest of the
Ned is an
hour late. Ned is an hour late, and the date is in an hour. Ned is an hour
late, the date is in an hour, and you are having a complete meltdown in your
room. Blind dates are awful! What if you don’t like each other? What if they’re
an awful person? You have no idea where you’re supposed to be going, so how do
you know how to dress?
spent the hour that Ned was supposed to be there figuring out how to do your
hair and makeup. Your mum had popped in about half an hour ago to tell you she
was going out, so you’re completely home alone with only you and your stress.
staring at the same three dresses for what seems like forever, the doorbell
rings and you silently hope that it’s Ned, and not your date.
the door and open it, relief washing over you when Ned stands there with an
apologetic and slightly scared expression sat on his features.
Fucking finally!” You screech, dragging him into your apartment. You pull him
through the apartment, past your kitchen, into your room and motion to your
bed. “What do I wear?”
up a bit and stutters over his words before finally spitting out, “The, uh, blue
your eyes and grab the blue dress, rushing into the bathroom to get changed.
You feel bad for how you’ve been talking to Ned lately, but this whole blind
date has been an awful experience. He better not try this again.
the dress on and rush out barefoot, frantically searching your room for a
decent pair of shoes to wear with it.
“Is this a
fancy date?” you question your best friend as you put the shoes on. Ned’s
sitting on your bed, and he shrugs, his mouth open slightly as he looks at you.
“What? Does it look bad? Should I choose a different dress?”
you…you’re probably prettier than Liz right now.”
and grab your purse to put your phone into it.
funny. I’ve been listening to you and Peter talk about her beauty for so long
now. Maybe we should get Peter over here,” you joke, moving over to your mirror
to double check everything. “Where is Peter, by the way? I haven’t heard from
him all ‘noon. Have you?”
stutters again, his eyes widening. “Well, uh—”
off by a knock at the door and you jump, staring at Ned. “If this is a
disaster, I’ll kill you,” you mutter, moving out from your room and through to
the front door.
You pull it
open, eyes widening when you see Peter in a suit that oddly looks really good
on him. Oh my God.
smiles wide at you. “Hey, Y/N! Ned said my date was getting ready with you?
He’s making me go on a blind date, can you believe? Oh, you look nice! Have you
got a date toni… Oh my God.”
around and stare at your open bedroom door, no noise coming from the room at
your ass out here now!”
lmao part 2 is the actual date bc im an asshole
and spread shit out
Summary: After what appeared to be a failed experiment, you stay low and compliant. You’ve always done what you were told; it’s what kept you alive all these years. That is, until you get caught and your secret is revealed.
Warnings: Light mention of physical and maybe verbal abuse?
Notes: For the birthday girl, AJ (@mattymattymerduck). I know you enjoy villain!reader, so here this is :D I’ve had this idea for a while, but wasn’t sure how to go about with it. Until now. Enjoy ~
Useless. Absolutely, unforgivingly useless. That’s all you are, and ever will be. You were born a mistake; proof being that your own mother traded you in for cash, once she deemed you were old enough. Could you really blame her though? Your father fell off the face of the planet one day, and was never heard from again. But he was seen again, on the news actually. Living the life as a politician now, somewhere in New York. Watching him appear on the television, making speeches about equality and creating a better world… You were his only child, and all she ever saw in you was the reminder of the man who walked out on her. A splitting image of him. She just never realized that she wasn’t the only one he abandoned.
You always did your best to do things right. God knew that you’ve made your fair share of mistakes over the years, but never on purpose. The good grades, finished chores, and obedient nod were never enough. There was always a grade not high enough, a chore done too slow and a right response given at the wrong time.
On the weekend of your birthday, a man showed up at your door. According to your mother, he was a distant relative. When you spotted the duffel bag on the table, you knew it wasn’t packed with your things. For the past month, you heard the phone calls in the late night. Something something, useless… Mumble mumble, exchange.. Whisper whisper…. Deal. What confirmed your suspicions was when your mother suddenly showed an interest in your well being. She began checking your body for any disfigurations, or markings. She would ask how you were feeling, touching your forehead to check for a fever, looking for any kind of change in you. It was a cruel joke to you, making you believe that she might actually be turning a new leaf.
She grabbed the duffel bag, unzipped it and nodded with contentment at the sight of bundled cash. You turned towards the so-called relative, and he held out his hand. You glanced back to your mother, but she was already turning away with the duffel bag in hand. It stung watching her walk away, not even hesitantly turning around for one more look. After years of getting that cold shoulder from her, you’d think that you would’ve been used to it.
The man took your hand and led you outside, where you were greeted by a small black, two seater car with windows deeply tinted. Huh. Usually there’s a fine for people who get window tints too dark. He opened the door for you, and without hesitation you got in. You watched as he strolled around the front of the car and into the driver’s seat. He started the car, and took off. The sight of what used to be home shrunk in the wing mirror until it was out of view.
You leaned your head against the chilled window. “What about my things” you spoke out, watching the fog from your breath slowly disappear from the glass. The tone in your voice wasn’t demanding or curious. It was more of an attempt to rid the silence.
“You won’t need them.” He kept his left hand steady on the wheel, as his right traveled slowly towards you. Before he could make another move, you quickly grabbed ahold of his last three fingers, fiercely pulling them backwards. Within a split second, you flew forward and hit the dashboard hard, releasing the grip you held on his digits. You let out a pained groan as you pushed yourself back into the seat.
“I wasn’t going to touch you” he spoke nonchalantly, “I was going to close your air vents.” The car started forward again, the momentum pushing you into your seat as you put your seatbelt on this time. You shifted your position as the car filled with silence once again.
“It would be wise to ask all the questions you have now” he announces, “when we get to our destination, you won’t be able to talk. Not much, at least.”
You sighed, “alrighty then, I guess we can start with the basics.” He raised his index finger, “No personal questions.”
“Just the basics remember? Like…. are you really family? What’s with the slight accent? And what’s your name? Or can I call you mysterious Uncle baldy?” you smirked, appreciating your little joke. He made a sharp right turn making you hit your head on the window. Karma is always close behind. “First off,” he began, “I am not bald. I keep it short, less hassle. My name is not important right now, but Baron will do.” You rubbed the side of your head, already feeling a small bump forming. “And family wise?” you looked towards him. He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Your father, you remember him, yes?” he noticed your jaw clenched and smirked. “Well, he is my brother, actually.”
Flashbacks of your father’s face appearing on the television filled your mind. He didn’t change much, from what you remember him as a child. He looked exactly the same, but aged. His hair dawning strands of grey and white hairs, wrinkles becoming deeper. Even his voice sounded the same.
“He never said he had any siblings. Not to mention, any kind of accent” you scoffed, crossing your arms.
“We are half brothers. He grew up in the states, while I, Germany.” His tone faltered. You guessed it wasn’t a happy relationship between then, if there was any. “Why did you grow up in Ger-” he raised his hand up, stopping you from finishing your sentence. “I said, no personal questions.” Without thinking, you gently swatted his hand out of your way not even thinking of the possible consequences. Rather than giving you a slap to the face, he chuckled and shook his head. “You remind me of myself. Always acting without thinking” he stated, “it’ll get you in trouble one day.”
You huffed in your seat, rolling your eyes. There was nothing you wanted to say to that, especially since you know it was true. Of course you were a very obedient child, always doing what you were told but that was to avoid a beating. The lashings were a hell of a way to discipline you. But the moment you left that house, you left the memories behind as well. Even if you weren’t free person, you were at least free to be yourself. And who you really were, has yet to be revealed. Years of bottling incompatible emotions don’t always pour out smoothly.
“Can I at least know where we’re going? You’ve been driving for like two hours now” you exaggerated. He let out a slightly annoyed sigh before answering, “It’s only been one hour, and we are going to Sokovia.” You shot him a questioning glance, only to be met with his hand raised again. “No more questions. Take a nap or stare out the window, do something quiet until we reach the airport. We have a long way to go.”
Stephanie! And Stingy wakes up immediately after, considering Steph says ‘’Bing bang diggiriggidong’’ everytime she wakes up.
who’s the first to fall asleep at night
Stephanie, cause Stingy has to tell all of his stuff good night, otherwise he can’t sleep.
what they playfully tease each other over
Stingy usually does that w/ her motto ‘’There’s always a way!’’. For example: Steph is a bit crabby cause she can’t find her hairbrush, Stingy tells her ‘’There’s always a way!’’
in the most Stephanie tone he can manage. It usually gets a chuckle out of her. Steph doesn’t really tease him as much, since she knows Stinge takes those things kinda literally.
what they do when the other’s having a bad day
Steph would definitely go all the way out, giving him blankets, his fav food, and asking what’s wrong and how she can help. Stingy isn’t as good with comforting as she is, but tries to be as good of a listener as possible andclaimallherbadfeelingsashis
how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments
Both feel really bad after that happens. Stingy is very forgiving, and takes his mistakes Very Seriously and he’ll write an extremely formal and lengthy apology letter for Every Single argument they have. Stephanie is very forgiving as well, but a simple ‘’Im sorry’’ will do.
which one’s more ticklish
Stingy. His loud cackly laugh makes it all the more tempting for Stephanie to tickle him. Steph isn’t at all ticklish
their favourite rainy day activities
Cooking and watching 50/60′s movies! Also playing a game called ‘’Who-can-go-the-longest-without-blushing-while-being-called-every-cutesy-wootsy-nickname-ever’’.
how they surprise each other
Steph knows Stingy likes to collect old movies, so she makes sure to look around for those every now and then. She also likes to bake sweets for him. Stingy likes to surprise her by giving her a ton of gifts and taking her out to musicals and the movies.
their most sickening shows of public affection
Touching their foreheads together. And Stingy listing a bunch of things he’d disclaim because he has Stephanie in the most sappy and overtly-romantic tone in the world.
Naruto looked at a man
who was slowly falling apart.
Sasuke had always been one to conceal his feelings,
but even he couldn’t hide the pain that had built up over the last couple
months. Since their last kiss by the training grounds, in the darkness of a
cold night, Sasuke had agreed to help Naruto with his family as much as
possible. But it was obvious helping Naruto was taking its toll on Sasuke, it
was clear to see how much it pained Sasuke to talk to Naruto about ways to fix
his relationship with his wife.
Naruto was unsure what
to do, he didn’t want Sasuke to stop helping him, mostly because he actually
liked his advice, but then again it was wrong of him to keep stabbing Sasuke
in the heart. Things with Hinata had not gotten any better, he took her out a
couple times. They shared a few kisses and cuddles in the candle light, but
nothing seemed right.
There was no spark
left, he felt uncomfortable with her laying in his arms and kissing her felt emotionless
for him. He wasn’t really sure what Hinata was feeling, she barely showed any
signs of joy. Maybe she felt nothing as well? Naruto wondered if Hinata also
felt dead inside when she was around him? Is this why she never really started
anything? Or never acted overly lovely dovey anymore?
“Naruto?” Naruto’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted
by a deep, smooth voice. A voice which belonged to the only man who could make
him feel like electricity was running through his veins, solely by stating his
name. “Sasuke, I’m sorry I was day dreaming, what can I do for you?” Naruto
hated acting like nothing had happened between them. He was never ready to let
go of that tiny glimpse of perfection that was Sasuke, but alas reality was something he had to
“Naruto, can you look
at these please? It’s for the ANBU enrolment next year, we need to set up next
year’s teams and everything else ANBU related.” Naruto looked up at Sasuke with
wide gleaming eyes, “we?” “Well, you can do it alone if you really want.” Sasuke’s cheeks had a slight pink tone, but in less than a few seconds his stone face
was plastered back on. “Well I don’t want to trouble you, that’s all.” Naruto
regretted saying that. When does spending time with Sasuke ever sound like a
“Hn, well my next
mission with my team isn’t till next week, so I’m free.” Naruto was at war with himself,
half of him wanted to say yes, stay. The other half, the correct half, knew he needed to say no. One week working
together, late nights, alone is not going to be good for either of them. “Yes,
stay and work with me this week, we can get it done twice as fast.” Naruto
internally was screaming at himself, though externally his smile reached the corners of his cheeks and his heart started beating quicker. “Okay then, see you tomorrow.”
Sasuke had a cute little smirk on his face, he quickly walked out of Naruto’s
office before Naruto could see the baby pink blush forming at his cheeks.
Naruto was screwed,
why would he say yes? He should have said no, out of respect to Sasuke’s
feelings. But man, just thinking about a whole week of late nights with Sasuke
had his whole body excited beyond belief. Suddenly he felt like a teenager all
over again, getting excited over being in the same room with his crush. He
couldn’t start to fathom how much he ached to be alone with Sasuke. Every time
Naruto looked into Sasuke’s black eyes he saw himself, but only happier,
smiling, joyful and full of life. But every time he looked into Hinata’s, it
was like watching himself slowly falling apart from disappointment, frustration and
annoyance. Naruto contemplated how much more he could take, he could slowly
feel himself cracking. The only thing maintaining those fractured pieces were
his children, if not for them he would have gave up the relationship a long
Naruto finished up his
daily paper work, he was dreading the lonely walk back home, the mundane chat
with Hinata that would follow and the same routine of not talking to each other
whilst they read in bed. Naruto was unsure on how marriage was meant to be, he
never had examples. But he sure was trying like hell to make his work,
everything at this stage had been used; surprise gifts, random dates, movies
and flowers. Nothing seemed to spark the light in Hinata’s eyes, and
Naruto’s spark had long disappeared. He walked the streets, waving at the shops
keepers, attempting to think of new ways to possibly ignite the spark.
Something caught his
eye, a tiny flicker of silver, he looked around to see where it came from. Then
it caught his eyes again, he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. A pair of
good luck charm bells, tied by red silk ribbon. Naruto thought they needed
luck, so he bought both of them and was content with his purchase. He looked
down at the two silver bells and he thought that they must be the answer to
his prayers. To be honest, he would tried anything at this point to make them
work out. He saw his door and for the first time he had a tingle of hope that
these bells would be the answer.
He knocked on the
door, excited to give Hinata the bells, ready to but all his hope in the hands
of fate. Hinata opened the door with tired eyes that seemed they hadn’t had an
ounce of sleep. “Hinata, look I got us these, aren’t they nice? One for you,
one for me.” Naruto’s smile for the first time wasn’t fake, it was genuine. He
truly had some faith in these silver bells. “Oh, thanks Naruto, they are cute.
Did Ino get back to you about her training with her chunin? She came by and
wanted to know if you got her message?”
Naruto wasn’t even
sure why he tried anymore, it was things like this that killed his spirit; time
and time again. She didn’t even care about the gifts, she basically tossed it
aside like everything else. “Yes, I did. I’m going to have a shower. Long day.”
“Okay, I’m taking the kids to Sakura’s okay?” “Fine, have fun. Oh. Hinata, from
tomorrow onwards I’m going to be very busy at work.” “Like always.” “What is
that supposed to mean?” “Nothing, it’s just normal. Anyways continue.” Naruto
tried to calm himself, he was trying to breathe in at a rational level, trying
to relax himself so he didn’t snap. “Well anyways, I have ANBU selections for the
entire week, so I won’t be home very much for the week.”
Hinata looked up like
she wanted to speak, her mouth half open. But in a second she shut it, and
bushed it off. “Alright, good luck.” “Hinata, I’m going to spend some time with
the kids before you go. Because I won’t see them a lot for the next week. Can
you wait a bit?” “Sure, I will make myself a coffee then.”
Naruto walked up the
stairs, he felt like each step took extra effort. For some reason everything
felt off, like this was the last time he would walk up these stairs as the man
he is today. Something in him knew the end to this pain was near, but with the
end of this unhappiness came another wave of unpleasantness. He finally reached
the top of the stairs, after what felt like 20 minutes. He entered the game
room, and then saw his children. He felt all his pain disappear. Everything in
his world would be alright, no matter how much it crumbles, he will hold on
tight, to what he never had; a family.
The 30 minutes with
his children went so fast, he got so lost in the blur of being a pony for
Himawari and trying to win at a fist fight with Boruto. Before Naruto knew it
Hinata was taking them away to Sakura’s. Even though he knew he was going to
see them in a week, his heart starting breaking. He knew that this was how it
would be if him and Hinata got divorced. Was he ready to start this new life,
with different pains, different complications? Naruto knew the answer, but was
not ready to admit it to himself just yet, he was delusional with the fear of
loss, the fear of giving up, the fear of loneliness.
Naruto stepped into
the shower, hoping the water would clean away his thoughts. Naruto turned up
the heat and watched the shower start accumulating with steam. His thoughts were blurred by
his desire to not let go of his family; to not be the reason it breaks. Naruto
grasped the bathroom handles, gripping till his knuckles where white. He didn’t
want this, he just wanted to be happy. But he knew he wasn’t happy and hasn’t
been for years. But his kids, he didn’t want to lose them.
Naruto started to
become agitated, he began pacing inside the shower, circling himself in built
up anger. Finally, he let it out and screamed for what felt like 5 minutes. After
he exhausted himself, he stood there panting. Naruto looked into the fogged
glass of the bathroom, he drew an N and then traced a love heart on the
steamed glass. Finally, he finished his drawing by placing an S right
underneath the heart. Naruto snickered, he clearly knew where his heart laid and he clearly knew who made him happy.
But he could never have him. Naruto
took a step back and lent against the drenched wall, he looked towards the
glass that now had a glowing N <3 S written across it. He laughed to
himself, until the laughter turned into burning tears. Naruto felt like he was dying
inside, he could no longer be okay with the way things where. He didn’t even
realise it, but before he knew it, his fist had punched straight through the N <3 S and glass had spread everywhere.
Naruto wasn’t scared
to cut himself from the glass, he knew he would heal quickly, though he was a
bit afraid of what Hinata would think of their bathroom missing a glass door.
Naruto turned off the water and quickly placed a towel over his waist. He
walked over the glass, feeling pinches of sharp pain from the bottom of his
feet. He quickly made two clones to clean up the glass and went to write Hinata
a note, saying he fell over and broke the glass screen. He hoped she wouldn’t
ask to many questions, by the time she arrived he would be asleep anyways and
the glass would be gone.
He made sure all the
glass was gone before he realised how tired he was. Tired from everything in
his life. Tired from pretending everything with Hinata was okay, tired of
placing a fake smile in his own home, tired of never being able to tell
Sasuke exactly how much he had fallen for him, tired of the constant stress placed
upon him at work and finally tired of thinking about everyone else’s happiness
but his own. He opened his bedroom door, slammed the door hard behind him and
crawled into bed. He didn’t want to think. He crawled into a ball and let sleep
The morning was rough,
it was 4 am and the birds were chirping, Naruto felt like he only had 2 hours of
sleep. He looked over to Hinata, who was resting peacefully on her side. Naruto
breathed in deeply, he was so disappointed in himself, how could he be the one
to break his own family. Hinata, looked so displaced in his bed and only then
did it hit Naruto, she had always felt wrong next to him. A weird feeling, indescribable. Just not
right. Like two puzzle pieces that where never meant to join. Naruto wanted to
be the right puzzle piece, he wanted to be everything for this family. But he
realized recently he never treated Hinata with the love a husband should, he
had no time to spend with his children and on top of all that he wasn’t even
Naruto got out of bed,
he needed to leave, he had to meet Sasuke at 4.30 to start the intense process
of ANBU selections. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. This was going to be a long
*ANBU selection week*
The week was
draining on Naruto, each night worse than the one before. He was mentally
exhausted from the amount of paper work he was doing, he was running on such
little sleep and he was tired of fighting with himself to not just
fucking tell Sasuke how he felt. He was so exhausted.
reaching the the end of the week, and even though this week has been hell, he
was glad Sasuke was there to make it better. Sasuke actually tried to calm
Naruto down and brought him coffee and ramen. Naruto knew Sasuke didn’t have
much of a sensitive bone in his body, the stuck-up son of a bitch wouldn’t know
what kindness was if it hit him in the face. But Naruto realized that Sasuke
was very different with him compared to anyone else. He wasn’t sure if he
should be happy he gets special treatment, or be worried that he treats
everyone else in the village like a bitch.
*Last day of ANBU selections*
Naruto rolled out of
bed at 4 am again, another night with only 4 hours of sleep, he used to be able
to handle minimal sleep when he was younger. But apparently age just makes you
wearier. He quickly got changed, quietly made a coffee and raced to his final day.
Today the ANBU selections came out, which meant he could sleep for 30 hours
after this. The selections where not due till midnight, so he still had a long
day ahead of him.
He got to his office
door only to see Sasuke already leaning against the door, he didn’t know how
the man got up so early in the morning. “Good morning Sasuke, good sleep?” “Hm,
good enough, you?” “Does I feel like shit give you an answer?” “Hmph”. Naruto
could notice the slight twitch in Sasuke’s lips, it was quite funny that Sasuke
was becoming easier to read. Naruto wasn’t sure if that was due to him being
stalker observant, or because Sasuke’s shields were no longer completely up around Naruto.
It bugged Naruto that they weren’t completely down, but he couldn’t really push
Sasuke, he probably was also putting boundaries between them. Which Naruto
unwillingly understood. “Alright Sasuke, we have until midnight, let’s do
The clock seemed like
it was going 3 times its normal speed, everything was blurred and quick. By the
time the clock stroke midnight Sasuke and Naruto where able to hand over a very thick pile of information to Shikamaru. Naruto could tell when Shikamaru
walked in, he was surprised to see Sasuke so involved with something Hokage
related. But he didn’t say anything, which Naruto appreciated because he didn’t
have the energy to argue with Shikamura about why Sasuke was there. After
Shikamaru left, Naruto realised something horrific, he would have to go back
home, to Hinata, to fake happiness. He turned to see Sasuke looking out the
window with baggy tired eyes. He knew Sasuke left in two days to go on a
week-long mission. After seeing him every day, he felt like a piece of him was
being ripped away.
But Sasuke was never his to begin with and with that thought Naruto
let out a deep sigh. “Everything okay
Naruto, you look like shit?” Naruto put on a fake smile and rubbed the back of
his hair, “huh, when do I not look like shit these days?” Naruto didn’t want to
go home, not to his fake ass life, not to waking up on the weekend to start another
day of pretend husband. He knew the kids wouldn’t be awake till late, because
on the weekends they always slept in. Naruto decided, “fuck it, I’m going to
sleep here.” Naruto realised he wasn’t meant to say that allowed.
Sasuke turned around,
now concern starting to surface his face, “is everything okay at home?” Naruto
fucking hated all of this lying and pretending. “Oh yer, I’m just so tired. And
there’s a bed here. Hinata will manage without me coming home for one day.”
“Hn” Sasuke didn’t look overly convinced.
Naruto took out his
phone and quickly left Hinata a message on her phone that he was sleeping at
the office and to not expect him home till noon. With the message sent he
placed his phone in his pocket. Naruto was surprised he wasn’t as tired as he
thought he would be, but he assumed it had to do with the excitement of finally
finishing selections. He realised Sasuke was still in his office, he assumed he
would go straight home. Naruto could feel his heart start to race. Why wasn’t
Sasuke stared at
Naruto for a few seconds, admiring the tired man. Naruto felt strange, like everything
inside him was set on fire. He didn’t even remember this feeling. It had been
so long since he felt this towards a person. Was this lust?
“Sasuke, uhh. Aren’t
you going home?” “Well I was thinking,
we finished selections, if you’re not so tired want to celebrate?” Naruto
laughed, he didn’t know if Sasuke was being sarcastic. But when he looked at
Sasuke he had seriousness written all over his face. “Are you serious?” “Of course.”
“What do you have in mind?” Sasuke now looked out towards the village from the window.
Naruto realised he was clenching his hands into a tight fist position. Was
“Do you want to go to
a bar? I haven’t had alcohol in a while and after this week I could use it.”
Naruto knew he had to say no, there was no way alcohol was going to be good idea. Naruto wasn’t sure if Sasuke felt the same as before, but he
certainly knew he had fallen much harder for him since there talk in the
forest. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he was drunk. “Huh,
sure.” Naruto hated himself.
12. 20 midnight
Naruto and Sasuke
walked into a rather lively bar. Naruto seemed to forget that people actually
got out of their houses on Friday nights to enjoy life. Something he was
gravely envious of. The bar tender saw Naruto and waved excitedly. “Good
afternoon Hokage and Sasuke, would you like your usual private room? Naruto
looked at Sasuke who had a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. “Uh, Sasuke?”
“Whatever, I am easy.” Naruto, knew this was bad idea, but he hated when people in the village saw him drunk. He did have a reputation to uphold. “We will take my private. Thank
you.” Naruto tried very hard to convince himself that this was for his
reputation and no other reason.
He turned around and noticed that Sasuke had now formed an obvious blush on his cheeks, which Naruto could tell he was trying
very hard to bite back. He chuckled a little bit. Dam he was cute. “What you
laughing about?” “Oh nothing.” “Tch”.
Naruto and Sasuke
walked into their private room and sat opposite to each other. “What will your
first orders be?” Naruto knew he needed something strong, the weight of
everything in his life needed to be drowned away in strong liquor. He thought with
Sasuke a whole table away, he should be safe from making a fool of himself.
“Ille have the house bottle of wine and also can you please bring me 3 glasses
of your strongest rum, on the rocks.” Sasuke looked at Naruto with wide eyes in
disbelief on how much alcohol he just ordered. “What? It’s been a long week. Okay?” “Hey, I didn’t say anything, but I can’t let you drink me under the
table, so can I also get the same as Naruto?” “Absolutely! I shall be in
shortly with your orders.”
Naruto heard the door
close behind the bar tender, finally the heaviness of Sasuke sitting with
him alone in a private room to do something other than talk about work was
setting in. Naruto lost his ability to function and apparently also lost his ability to
speak. There was a long 2-minute silence that awkwardly filled the room. Both
boys fiddled with their napkins looking anywhere but at each other. Finally,
Sasuke broke the silence, “so how are things with Hinata, you haven’t come to
me for advice in a while. Are things better? Are you finally happy?”
internally, of course the first thing they had to start the conversation with, was his horrible relationship. Naruto knew he was going to need more alcohol
than what he ordered and already planned out the next 10 drinks in his head.
“Uh yer…” Naruto didn’t even know how to answer, should he lie say its fine,
thanks for all your help. Or I hate it, kill me, stab me in the heart? “Naruto,
do you not want to talk about it?” Naruto relaxed at that question. “Yer.”
Sasuke had a concerned face, but soon replaced it with a smile, Naruto started
to melt. He rarely saw Sasuke smile, but he would die and come back just to see
it again. He truly was beautiful. “That’s okay, what about we talk about my
mission next week, I had a few questions?” Naruto laughed, it sure was Sasuke’s
way of turning things around by bringing up work, at least this conversation
he could have.
The bar tender walked
into the room whilst Naruto and Sasuke where talking about his mission, with
trays full of alcohol. “Alright, here we go, these are for Sasuke and these
are for you Naruto, if you need anything else, just press the buzzer.” “Thank
you very much”. Naruto kindly waved the bar tender good bye as she left.
“Haha, they must think we are having some important meeting, if they are
making us use the buzzer for next rounds.” Sasuke let out a small chuckle,
“they don’t want to interrupt this very important meeting”, Sasuke winked at
Naruto, allowing Naruto’s entire body to implode. Naruto didn’t know any more if
Sasuke was flirting or just being sarcastic, he didn’t want to presume anything
and assumed it to be sarcasm.
Both Sasuke and Naruto
where drunk, laughing loudly about old stories of their youth. Naruto being drunk,
flirtatiously stated Sasuke was the best first kiss in the world, as time went
by the conversation grew overly flirtatious. The alcohol had seemed to have
taken down the barriers between them and Sasuke seemed relaxed and happy whilst
Naruto was started to let his feelings for Sasuke start slipping out.
Naruto’s vision was
blurred, he could only see Sasuke glowing amongst the blurred room. The rest of the world
didn’t matter, it was all a mesh of colours. He couldn’t stop staring and he
was too drunk to care anymore. He decided he would just allow himself to stare
lovingly at this gorgeous creature. A knock was heard on the door and suddenly
the walls started to become focused, Naruto started to pay attention to
everything else in the room. “Sorry Hokage sama, we are closing in 30 minutes,
we are doing last call. Would you or Sasuke like anything else? Naruto looked
at their table full of several drinks, he looked at the bar tender and laughed.
“I think we have had enough, but thank you. I think we will be leaving now
anyways, I think we both had a bit too much to drink.” Sasuke drunkenly laughed
at Naruto’s statement. “Okay Hokage, we hope you had a lovely night, hope to
see you soon.” “Not too soon, I need to recover my liver.” “Yes, of course.”
With that statement,
Naruto who was significantly less drunk than Sasuke, due to his abnormally high
healing powers decided to pay and pick up a very wobbly Sasuke. They both left
the private room and thanked the bar tender for all her services. They left the
bar with a bad attempt to act sober.
Sasuke and Naruto
stood outside the bar in the cold, they started walking back to the Hokage
tower. “Hey Sasuke in an hour we would have to start work, can you imagine
coming to work with this hang over?” “Tch, I would rather be stabbed than have
to focus on your hokage nonsense for another day.” “Hey, teme I’m not that bad,
I kind of know what I’m doing.” “Tch, I did most the work. Hey Naruto.” “Hm?”
“Thanks for paying the bar tab. Next time Ille shout okay?” Naruto did a little
happy inside dance, Sasuke just said next time, and everything inside him
became warm again. “Ille hold you to it.”
Naruto and Sasuke
stopped at the Hokage tower and looked at each other. Neither one wanting to
depart the other. “This is me, haha, very homely huh?” “Hahaha, yer… very
homely.” Naruto looked into Sasuke’s eyes, he wanted to kiss him so badly. His
lips looked so pink and soft, he was glowing in the dim street light that hung
above them. Naruto noticed Sasuke had seen where Naruto’s eyes were looking and
he started to blush. “Anyways Sasuke, I should be going. Will you be okay
getting home by yourself?” “Yer, I don’t think Ille die.” “Sarcastic ass hole.”
Naruto started to make
his way to the door, before he arrived at the handle he stopped and turned
around. “Hey teme, thank you for all the help this past week. You truly made
waking up 4 am pretty dam worth it.” Sasuke didn’t even hold back this time, he
smiled so widely and happily. He was radiating joy.
Naruto realized this was it.
This was love. Real unconditional` love. This man had his heart now.
Naruto smiled back with a smile that also glowed like the sun. “Goodnight
teme!” With that Naruto turned back to the door, trying hard to push his body
forward towards the door, he needed to get out of that heart wrenching scene, if he
saw Sasuke smile like that one more time he was going to lose it.
He reached the door
handle and started to turn it, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Naruto turned
around, to find Sasuke now crying. Naruto’s body felt like electricity had run
straight through it, he has never seen Sasuke like this. His heart was being
torn apart with each tear Sasuke was shedding. “I’m sorry Naruto, I can’t do it
anymore. I can’t pretend that I don’t care. I can’t. I love you too much. This
is killing me.” Naruto was out of breath, he was in shock. He was going to
crack, he was going to lose it. He was on his last thread. He needed to stay
calm. Remember his kids. He can’t let go. Not yet.
spinning, his head no longer throbbed in pain. His heart was being mended back
from the brink of destruction. He was slowly started to feel again. It was in
that moment when Sasuke had kissed Naruto, when his soft lips finally reached
Naruto’s, that Naruto felt it.
The last thread. It
was cut off. He was free.
He started to cry,
sobbing loudly. “Naruto. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to… I know you’re with
Hinata. I shouldn’t have done that. Fuck! I will leave.” Naruto grabbed
Sasuke’s hands harshly, applying a little bit too much pressure that it had started
to turn Sasuke’s arm red. “Sasuke…” Naruto breathed in and looked Sasuke in his
red torn eyes. “I love you. I have for a while. I’m done. I can’t do this
anymore as well. I hate my relationship, I hate the fake smile I have had on
for month now, I hate that I have loved for you so long and I haven’t been able
to tell you. I hate that every time I saw you I wished I could kiss you and
make you mine. I hate that everything inside me has been dyeing, every time I
went home to my fake ass relationship. I would fucking despair all of it Sasuke.
The only light I had was my kids and you. Even though you were out of my reach you where there as a friend. Thank you.” Sasuke’s eyes where wide with shock,
he didn’t move even after Naruto released his arm.
“Naruto, I… I…” Naruto
didn’t wait any longer, he closed the gap between them and took Sasuke into the
longest and most passionate kiss, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. He was
ready to tell Sasuke everything, he was ready to be with him officially. He
didn’t even care about the next wave of pain that would hit him when he
tells Hinata his decision. He had Sasuke and he felt something in the midst of
“Sasuke, would you
like to sleep here tonight?” Sasuke’s face slightly turned red, he nodded and
started to walk towards the door. As Naruto watched the man of his dreams walk
forward he realised.
He was free, the final
thread was now cut, he could finally let go.
Note: Just a quick little snippet that I thought of as I was just beginning to fall asleep.
You, Sam and Sully were staying with Nate and Elena for a few weeks. It’s been a couple of years since Avery’s treasure was sunk into the sea along with his ship, and the couple are still living in New Orleans - although they’ve mentioned moving once or twice.
You lay in bed with Sam, tangled up in each other. Sam gently plays with your hair, as he always does, whilst you lay your head on his chest. You’re just drifting off to sleep when a muffled cry comes from the room next to you.
“I’ll go check on her.” You say, lifting your head from Sam’s chest and getting out of bed.
“Hey, hey, hey.” You whisper. “What’s wrong?”
“I had a bad dream.” Cassie sniffles, sitting upright in her pink, fluffy pyjamas.
“Oh, sweet pea. I have those, too.” You sit next to her on the bed. “You know what you gotta do?”
She shakes her head.
“You gotta hug teddy really tight and he’ll protect you from everything.”
“But what about when I’m asleep?” She asks.
“Well, teddies don’t sleep - they watch over you all night and keep you safe.”
She looks down at the soft brown bear that she holds in her arms. You wipe the tears away from the cheeks and give her a smile.
“You wanna come sleep with me and Uncle Sam?” You ask.
She nods her head and lifts her arms up, ready for you to lift her out of the bed.
You place Cassie into the bed next to Sam and tuck her in.
“Hey, cutie.” Sam smiles, smoothing down her hair as she snuggles up to him.
“She had a nightmare.” You inform him, laying down next to her.
It only takes a few minutes for Cassie to fall asleep again.
“She’s out like a light.” Sam says.
“She sleeps like her Uncle.” You smile. “Thankfully she doesn’t snore like you, though.”
“I do not snore.”
“Oh, please. You know that’s a lie.”
“I have a cold.”
You chuckle, looking down at Cassie and stroking her hand as it clutches her teddy.
“If you’d have told me, back in Madagascar, that Nate’d have a little girl, I’d’ve laughed in your face.”
“Ha. Yeah, me too.”
“It’s incredible how anyone could go from that life to this one; to go from fighting your way through various jungles and ancient ruins to taking your little girl to school and ballet classes; I don’t know how he did it.”
“You don’t think you could?”
“I don’t think so, no.”
“Me neither.” He says. You can feel him gazing at you. You look up from Cassie to find him staring at you, lovingly.
“Besides, I prefer us just the way we are.” You smile.
“Me too.” He replies, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You lean your head on his should and he plants a kiss of the top of you head.