A/N: Another fluffy idea I got when my mood was shitty. I rewrote the
idea a little but the main story line is still there. Thank you!
”Look at Y/N, her hair looks so
pretty today, the waves just capture the gorgeous shape of her face.” Lydia beamed
as she watched you from the distance, talking to Scott about last week’s
pop-quiz. Allison snorted at her friend, put her books and folder back in the
locker and gave you a quick glance.
Some Valentine’s Day fluff for the OTP that tops all.
“I’m not doing it.” Satoshi hated Valentine’s Day. All the
girls would give him embarrassing gifts like stuffed bears or roses and he
couldn’t just throw them away, not after his mother got wind of it when she got
a call from one girl’s parents. Now he was forced to accept them. But he still
got rid of them in the politest way possible; he’d give them to the little kids
in the class down the hall when no one was looking.
Suffice to say he didn’t like the holiday and this year was
worse; he had to do something more humiliating.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his son. “I’ll increase your
“Nope,” Satoshi replied with just as much firmness. “Besides
I can just ask uncle Itachi if I really want something.”
He cursed his brother for spoiling his son and tapped his
fingers against the steering wheel. Sasuke was parked in front of the school and
had turned on the child lock to keep Satoshi from running out. Sitting beside
the grumpy child was a bouquet of roses, chocolates, and a small bag of his
infamous cookies. “You know, I’m not asking for a lot. All you have to do is
give it to Hinata.”
“First of all, I’m not in Ms. Hyuuga’s class so it’d be weird going to her class. Secondly, I
don’t want anyone to think I have a crush on her.” Satoshi blushed as he
thought of the teacher everyone liked. To be fair, there were many times he wished
he was in her class instead since she was much nicer than Mr. Sabaku. “Thirdly,
she’s too nice for you. You’ll scare her off.”
Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched. “Name your price.”
The older Uchiha had met the kind and stunning beauty while
at a back to school event at his son’s school. His ex-wife was at a work conference
so he went in her place. At first he thought she was another parent but quickly
realized his mistake when he saw her name tag. She was easy to talk to and he
was disappointed that his son wasn’t in her class but rather his old high
school rival’s. However that didn’t deter Sasuke from coming around more often
which Satoshi found embarrassing.
The young boy liked how balanced things were before; his
mother usually helped with fundraisers while his father would take any field
trip chaperone duties. Now he felt smothered by Sasuke’s presence. His father
was taking part in everything which unfortunately his mother happily accepted. Satoshi
cringed as he remembered the so called sugar cookies he made for the bake sale.
No one could stomach finishing one but Ms. Hyuuga offered to buy them all. He
suspected she did it to spare his feelings but his father fell even more
enamored. The only other person who looked displeased by their interaction was
“A two night sleepover with Shikadai and Inoichi at your
house. We’ll have pizza, ice cream, and soda, watch scary movies all night and
go to the arcade the next day.” Satoshi sat back, confidently smirking at Sasuke.
Irritated by the mirror image of him tauntingly smirking, Sasuke narrowed his
“No scary movies and I’ll let you camp outside,” he offered.
“And you can’t tell your mother.”
“One scary movie and you have a deal,” Satoshi countered.
“Fine,” Sasuke. “But if I find out you didn’t do it, I’ll
tell your grandmother you’d love to join her for tea with all her friends.”
Satoshi shuddered. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his
grandmother; it was her friends he disliked, they would pull at his cheeks and
tell him all about their granddaughters that had crushes on him. He grabbed
Sasuke’s gifts after he turned off the child lock and slammed the door close.
“Careful with those!” Sasuke shouted.
Satoshi stomped towards the car and threw his backpack full
of valentines inside before getting in. He hadn’t had a chance to drop them off
so he was stuck with them. Sasuke looked at him expectably, contributing his
foul mood to all the fangirls he had to deal with. “Well?”
He huffed and looked at him. “You forgot to sign your name
on the card,” he said slowly. “So she thought it was from me. Ms. Hyuuga
thanked me for them but said that I should’ve given it to someone my own age.”
“What?!” Sasuke asked. He couldn’t believe that he had
forgotten something so simple. Groaning, he slumped over the steering wheel.
“And Mr. Sabaku wanted me to give you this.” He handed him
the sealed note and Sasuke opened it. As he read the contents, his face
darkened. Crumpling it and throwing it out the window, he felt more determined
“What did it say?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sasuke replied quickly. “When’s your
next bake sale?”
“We’re not doing them anymore. People got food poisoning
from the last one.” Satoshi had discarded the baked ‘goods’ as soon as he
entered the building. He liked Ms. Hyuuga too much to let her suffer.
They both stared at each other for a few seconds. “It must’ve
been Lee’s blueberry muffins,” Sasuke surmised. Satoshi felt like banging his
head against the car window. “Well, keep me updated on any events they need
parents. I think you have a field trip to the zoo next month for all the third
“Yeah…” Satoshi sighed. “But I think we have enough parents
signed up so you don’t have to-”
“Well it doesn’t hurt to make sure,” he replied as he
started the car.
While waiting behind the school bus to move, Sasuke turned
his eyes to the right and saw Hinata laughing alongside another teacher. They
locked eyes and she waved at him. Captured by her smile, Sasuke hadn’t noticed
that the bus had driven off. It took the honk of the car behind him to shake
him from his trance.
Sasuke waved blissfully at Hinata before driving off with goofy
smile on his face. Satoshi crouched down in his seat, his skin crawling at the
thought of his father acting like such a dork.
You are far away
You are distant
The one is different from the other
a wave that can’t be captured
I accept the science, the improbability, and move away
The tide comes in
You approach and draw me in
then roll out again before I reach you
That’s the sound of the Earth “singing,” as recorded by the awesomely-named Storm Probe mission — a couple of satellites investigating the famous Van Allen belts, intense radiation zones that surround our planet like a doughnut. The Storm Probes, launched last month, are mapping the density of charged particles.
The whale song is an audio rendering of radio waves captured by the Probes and caused by the two Van Allen belts, inner and outer. You don’t actually hear the audio in space, of course, but the radio waves — known as “chorus” — are for real.
The noise of staff bustling
around the backstage area is amplified in the small janitor’s closet you’re
holed up in. You can hear each footstep and each muttered word far too clearly
as adrenaline courses through you. You’re certain that if anyone were to listen
hard enough they could hear your heartbeat, the sound is almost deafening in
the relative silence of the cramped space, but as Namjoon’s fingers grip your
hips and pull you flush against his chest, you can’t bring yourself to care.
The boys are set to go on
stage in less than fifteen minutes to kick off their latest tour and here you
are, hands gripping a shelf to keep from mussing Namjoon’s hair and legs
struggling to hold you upright as his teeth graze the skin at the column of
your throat. When his teeth graze a particular spot, you choke out a moan and
his nails are fingers are digging into your skin.
“Remember,” he hums, his words
vibrating against your skin, “be quiet. You don’t want anyone to find us here,
The jet landed at night, accompanied to the ground by the last, mild waves of a snowfall. Captured by that unexpected show, Blair seemed to have forgotten her curiosity about the place they had just reached. Her eyes, wide open with candid enthusiasm, shimmered at the sight of the snow.
She was smiling. It was the enchanted smile of a dreamer, Chuck thought, as, putting on his coat, he stared at her; a smile that had something juvenile about it, a genuine thirst for what was beautiful and idyllic. Contradicting her cunning personality, the greed of her ambition and the subtle deviousness of her mind, her most romantic side sometimes came out to surprise him.
Chuck couldn’t understand the allure of perfection. His cynicism, fed by a life of bitterness, couldn’t see past the reality of things; if her eyes were able to grasp the value of a flawless moment, his weren’t. Blair glimpsed magic in the way snowflakes fell slowly behind the plane’s round windows, he simply saw frozen water.
But her idealism, the way she persevered to seek for a sparkle of charm even in the darkest and ugliest things, was in part what had led them to find their way back to each other. She had cultivated the dream of their life together with determination and courage; sometimes, she had been strong enough to believe in it and persist for both of them. And even when weakness had caught her, even when she had forced herself to stop hoping they would have made it, he had done it for her, guided by what she had taught him about love.
Blair turned and grinned when she noticed he was looking at her. “It’s snowing, Chuck,” she said in a dreamy voice. “Did you see?”
Chuck smiled back. He leaned in and slid his arm around her waist kissing her cheek. “I did,” he replied. “You’ll have to agree with me that my surprise has already managed to satisfy you,” he added with a pinch of pride. “You look happy.”
She let out a soft laugh. “Are you going to take credit for the snowfall now?” she asked, irony tickling her words. “I’m sorry to hurt your fragile ego, but I must remind you that you have no power over the weather.”
He eyed her for a moment, before reaching out to the side of her face and tucking a curl behind her ear. “I picked the place,” he claimed. “I’m going to take the credit for everything you’ll enjoy,” he raised his eyebrows at her, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “And I’m sure it’ll be everything.”
Chortling, Blair took the hand he had rested on her cheek and lowered it to her lap, giving it a tight squeeze. “Get over yourself, Bass,” she told him. “I still have no idea where we are.”
Chuck lowered his gaze. He gradually slid his fingers over her palm out of her grip, only to clutch her hand again and guide it to his lips. His mouth lingered on her wrist in a kiss that was both a sign of devotion and desire.
There wasn’t a definitive line between the two feelings; they blurred together in his wish to arrive at the place he had chosen to set a nest of intimacy and loneliness for them. Isolated from everything, he would have had the chance to fully dedicate himself to her; to worship her, to bask in her presence, to have everything of her: her body, her thoughts, her soul, her love.
“Let’s find out then,” he told her in a whisper, his lips still skimming over her skin. He placed another kiss over her palm before looking up at her.
She was beaming at him, her eyes full of excitement. Her gaze rested on his face for the split of a second; then, abruptly, she stood up and, pulling his arm, she forced him to do the same.
Without pronouncing a word, she rapidly led him through the cabin to the exit door. Chuck, made unusually docile by her spontaneous liveliness, followed her lead with a pleased smile; her enthusiasm was already a small conquest.
Sasuke: I don’t have a “type.” I don’t waste time thinking of such frivolous things.
Sasuke’s inner mind: Actually blonde hair is really great in contrast to tanned skin … Eyes that look like a perfect ocean wave captured in a time bottle of indigo… Chiseled chest… Broad shoulders… Stupid, bright, grinning face, whiskered cheeks, the name Naruto…