#however that goes to the top anime that fucked me up so bad i cried for days after i finished
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top 10 characters death that fucked me up so bad i cant help but cry anytime i think abt it
#first we have ace. he takes the first place bcs its been over 10 years and i still cry to it#'thank you for loving me' thank you for giving me issues#second we have nanami. i cant even bear to see the manga panel. i feel genuinely sick when i think abt it#'you got it from here' i do not#i would put zankyou no terror but i kind of blocked that from my mind. ik they both died. idk what happened#however that goes to the top anime that fucked me up so bad i cried for days after i finished#will update this list if another character comes up 👍#jo.txt
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gundham sfw alphabet
pairing - gundham tanaka x gn!reader
warnings - none!!
word count - 1.8k
a/n - FUCK YEAH GUNDHAM (also i apologize, i got lazy near the end)
a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
in the beginning of the relationship, he would definitely be very hesitant to show physical or verbal affection since it wasn’t something he was used to. he’d show his love with acts of service and giving, most likely. (giving his s/o one of the devas if he knew they’d be separated for a short period of time, bringing them small trinkets he found like pretty rocks or bones, helping them with homework, etc.)
as time goes on, though, he’d become more comfortable with showing physical affection and would grow to become a huge cuddle bug!!! please hug him for me
b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)
literally the coolest friend ever. especially if you had an alternative fashion sense, he’d be so down to go clothes shopping with you LMAO
if you were okay initiating physical affection outside of a romantic relationship, and were able to make him comfortable with that, he’d totally be That Friend who cuddles with you all the time!! he’d never mention it though, and would die on impact if you brought it up in front of any of his other friends/classmates
c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
once he’s comfortable with it, yeah! he’s definitely super touch starved because of him not having friends most of his life, so having someone to cuddle would make his brain go ^^^^^
honestly, he’s good with any position so it’s up to his s/o. he prefers being able to see their face, though
the first time he ever cuddled with them he cried :(( shh don’t tell anyone though
d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
man that’s his DREAM!! the idea of just getting to live with his s/o + animals makes his serotonin machine go BRR
honestly, i think he would fucking suck at cooking. baking, however. :))
because of having to clean up after his animals and keep things out of their way, he would naturally be a pretty neat person out of habit!! i don’t think he’d mind too much if his s/o was messy though.
e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I DIDNT DO THIS ONE BECAUSE IT MADE ME SAD IM SORRY
f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
gundham already sets up so many walls, and for his s/o to be able to break those down would already mean he’d be willing to commit. i don’t think he would ever just like.... date random people for funsies, so being in a romantic relationship with someone is already so big to him.
honestly, i can’t see him being the type to want to get married. he’d definitely want to settle down! but the idea of having a traditional wedding stresses him out. (of course, that doesn’t mean he’d be any less committed :))
g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
dealing with small animals like the devas has left him gentle by nature!! he doesn’t even notice it, but he is always extremely careful with his s/o with the subconscious fear of accidentally hurting them/scaring them off :(
emotion wise, i think it’d be the same. when he cares about someone (whether it be romantic or platonic) he’s always cautious of teasing them too much since he knows that it can hurt sometimes.
h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
HE FUCKINGNF LOVES HUGS
they’re probably SO good too, like he’s the type to give those hugs that make you feel so safe. full on wraps his arms completely around you and rests his head on yours if you’re shorter (since he’d such a fucking giraffe my god)
i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)
it would definitely take a while for gundham to admit it. i can see him saying it on accident, like when he thinks you’re sleeping or not paying attention to him. he’d also need a lot of reassurance afterwards, just because of that initial fear of rejection
j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)
if he sees someone flirting with his s/o and they’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately wrap an arm around their shoulder.
“they said they’re taken, respect that knave.”
sometimes he does get insecure that’s he’s too much for his s/o, considering he’s an evil tyrant, and that they might want to leave him for someone who’s..... not an evil tyrant.... (once again, please give him a hug)
k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
like i said before, he’s very gentle when it comes to affection so his kisses are vv soft!! he’ll always hold their chin or one of their hands.
his favorite places to kiss his s/o are probably their forehead and hands!!
he loves being kissed everywhere, but he really likes neck kisses and any kisses around his face :^)
l = little ones (How are they around children?)
he’s great with kids!! he’d tell them stories of how he defeated different warlocks that tried to test him, or giant manticores he tamed.
i think he’d really like kids too, mostly because they’re so easy to impress LMAO
it inflates his ego a little bit whenever one gets really into one of his stories
m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
if he wakes up before his s/o, he’d gently pull them into a hug while he waits for them to wake up (sobbing)
morning voice morning voice morning voice morning voice morning v
he memorized how his s/o likes their tea/coffee and will make it really groggily HAHA
n = night (how are nights spent with them?)
okokok hear me out
i think that gundham is a really good singer, so he would 100% sing u to sleep
he’d be embarrassed as hell though LMAOO
he’d probably cuddle them before they fall asleep and talk about each other’s days or just random stuff until they get tired
o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
i think a few months into their friendship? he would talk about his childhood randomly, but would prefer if they don’t make a huge deal about it.
he’d open up more if his s/o did first! he would take it as they trust him enough to talk about it.
p = patience (how easily angered are they?)
it depends on the person! with someone like hiyoko, he can get pissed pretty quickly, but his patience is VERY thick with his s/o. generally, it takes a lot to anger him.
that being said, if they put themself in danger he would get ticked off out of fear.
q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
especially in the beginning of their relationship when he was hesitant about physical/verbal affection, he would focus heavily on listening to them. he really wanted to show them that he respects them a lot, and remembering small things they mentioned would convey that well.
r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
after coming out of the shower, he walked in to see them asleep on his couch with the devas curled up on top of their chest. he went to go lay down with them and it just kind of.. hit him. that he wasn’t alone anymore and they loved and were there for him. :(
s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
he’s very protective!! (especially if you’re in the killing game) the thought of something happening to you is his worst fear.
t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
ALL THE EFFORT
if his s/o asks him to do something in passing, you BET he’s gonna make sure he does his best
he keeps track of anniversaries/important dates religiously because he’s terrified of accidentally forgetting LMAO
u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
sometimes i think he might come off as cold when embarrassed because his persona is so important to him, but if they expressed being upset he would backtrack SO fast
v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
not very much?? like, i think he would brag about his hair or something sometimes but he’s always joking LMAO
w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)
yes and no? if something ever happened to his s/o, he would feel horribly empty for a time. but i also think that being in a relationship could help him not feel so lonely and teach him better ways to take care of himself, so if they were to ever split he would be able to heal after he got over the initial sadness.
x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)
he’s a Mitski Understander (TM) his favorite songs are crack baby, pink in the night, and i bet on losing dogs, i’m up for debate
and yes i absolutely will be making a gundham playlist
i don’t know if this counts since i’m 90% projecting, but i hc him as trans and ND so like. solidarity if you are too wink wonk
y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
a/n - just so everyone knows, i honestly think every character would be fine with any type of person since projecting is so important to a lot of us. these are just my personal headcanons, and if they don’t apply to you please don’t take it personally!! <3
i think he would really want a kind s/o. especially with what he’s been through, someone who’s gentle/patient would mean the world to him
also someone who likes animals!! they mean so much to him and were basically his entire life until he met the others, so having someone who shared that interest would make him so happy
z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)
it’s not uncommon for him to sleep with his animals!! he mostly just sleeps with the devas though; he would probably place them near his head or on his chest so he wouldn’t accidentally roll on them.
he also really likes cuddling with his s/o when they sleep! he wouldn’t mind being the big or little spoon, either.
#god i love him#my work#gundham x reader#gundham tanaka x reader#gundham/reader#sfw alphabet#danganronpa#goodbye despair#danganronpa x reader#goodbye despair x reader#gundham tanaka
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How The Obey Me Brothers Would Do in a “The Forest” AU
Fandom: Obey me
Pairings: None
Warnings: Swearing, idiocy, mild gore
The Forest was just released for the new Oculus headset, and Levi could NOT pass up this opportunity. However, it’s just his luck he got his hands on a cursed copy of the game, and ended up sucking the House of Lamentation into the game! Here’s how our favorite boys faired in the universe of “The Forest”
Lucifer:
Is pissed.
Bitches about it heavily
Is irritated that he has to find and wrangle a digital son now as well as his siblings.
Would definitely help everyone else build a little shelter before nightfall, but would be grumbling about how much work he has to do at home and how far behind this would put him.
Doesn’t let MC lift a finger and is 100% a mother hen the whole time.
Seems inconvenienced by the whole cannibal thing, until he realizes magic doesn’t exist here and he has to use his melee fighting skills to kill them. Skills that are a little rusty...
Teams up with Beel to be the camp dads and take care of everyone
Super paranoid about the stability of the walls and the house at the beginning
Dies from eating a poisonous berry. He didn’t know he could be affected by poison in this game.
Over all, does his best to keep everyone alive, and feels really bad when someone dies.
No longer feels bad when he learns that the worst thing that happens is you lose all your stuff and you respawn.
A solid 7/10 job. Probably dies a few times due to someone else being an idiot, but is a pretty good survivalist when push comes to shove.
Mammon:
Is also pissed
He was in the middle of counting the grimm from his latest modeling gig when he was sucked into the game.
Bitches and moans with/at Lucifer, but tries to build and maintain a shelter.
Who’s Timmy?
I don’t think crows exist in the game, but seagulls do and they all land on his fingers and he makes friends with them.
Is very upset when one of his brothers kills a bird for food or to simply carry around its head as a trophy.
Sees cannibals and tries to trade with them with the grimm he has in his pockets.
Dies on sight.
Now when he sees or hears cannibals he screams and cowers behind MC
When they go away or the screaming stops, he stands up straight and dusts off his jacket “Psh, I wasn’t afraid! I was trying to comfort you from behind! YOU were the one afraid”
After a while in the game, he gets his shit together and honestly kinda kills it.
This is the avatar of greed, you know he is going to gather and horde so many valuable resources and then guard them with his life.
“Mammon I’m hurt please stop hissing at me and let me have the medicine bottle”
*hiss* “You can have ONE pill and ONE pill only”
Over all, the definition of “They had us in the first half ngl”
8/10 for managing the group’s food and resource stores so well and only dying a fuck ton of times.
Levi
...oops?
Feels quite guilty, but is also secretly pumped to immerse himself in the game.
Was extremely skilled at this game IRL and tries to explain how it works to everyone else, but they’re all so pissed and no one’s listening.
“That’s fine, who would want to listen to a yucky otaku like me anyway!”
Magic doesn’t exist here, but that doesn’t stop Levi from yeeting himself into the ocean and turning into a giant sea monster while his brothers complete the game.
They don’t want his help? They don’t want to know that the cannibals can’t swim and that they’ll be safer if they build a boat and live in a boathouse on the water? Fine. Then Perish <3
That goes for Timmy too, fuck that kid.
Doesn’t want MC to suffer tho, so he’ll kill a few sharks and throw them up over the wall with his tail. (I’m assuming that if the game is released for Oculus Rift that they will get their shit together and also make sharks edible)
Is having a grand time taking over the ocean.
Will sometimes go to shore to visit MC. Everyone is confused as to where he has been and how he is thriving. He just smiles and jumps back in the water.
10/10 strats. Never once dies. Tells everyone what they were doing wrong and how they could have had it easier when they beat the game and are back IRL out of spite.
Satan
Angy
Is throwing things in their spots while building the shelter, but is still helping
Spawns in with the book he was reading in his hand.
That book is eventually stolen from his grasp in the night and used as kindling for the fire.
Lucifer explains that if he didn’t steal his book they all would have died.
Satan does not give a fuck
“Use the kid’s stupid fucking drawings you dipshit!”
“I can’t they’re story items!”
Goes on a rampage and kills so many deer, effectively feeding the group for a week.
Sees the cannibals for the first time and thinks “same”
Pretty good fighter and pretty resourceful when it comes to making armor and weapons.
Outfits MC with the all of his prototypes and tells them to go run at a tree
“How do you feel, MC?”
“Like I ran at a tree with a deer skin on my chest”
“Interesting”
Very upset at the whole no magic thing, but will work with it.
Over all, 7/10 job. Dies a couple times from cannibals and the other monsters, but makes it to the end.
Asmo
Oh dear.
Oh dear this sweet summer child.
“Why are we looking for this child when he’s so ugly?”
Is distraught and so very upset this is happening to him. Cries variations of “woe is me” for the first five hours of game play
Does not help build a shelter
Does not help gather food and resources
Does not help period. Only whines.
Sees cannibals sprinting and jumping towards the shelter and pushes Lucifer in front of him
“Take him! I’m too pretty to die!”
“HEY!”
What follows after the first three days is a slow decent into madness.
Ends up butt ass naked for the majority of the game because the clothes he spawned in with were ripped to shreds and “No animal skin clothing in this world is good enough to adorn my perfect body”
Starts speaking to the animals and becomes friends with all of them like a Disney Princess.
The animals come to his aid when he lets out a specific shriek that calls them to his side.
Spends his time weaving flower crowns for MC, his brothers, and his animal friends.
Everyone knows he’s snapped when Beel brings back the dead body of a cannibal and Asmo dips his dirty little finger into an open wound and wipes the blood on his lips.
“I just love this shade! Don’t you?”
5/10 job. Dies multiple times from trying to befriend hostile animals, but also has an army of woodland creatures at his disposal by the end of the game.
Beel
Bro you know this mans is about to make this game his bitch
Spawns in with a cheeseburger.
Eats the cheeseburger.
“I have a son?”
“I HAVE A SON :D”
“Where is my son?”
Honestly the thought of Beel in this game is so sexy like I’m simping so hard rn
Grab your water skins and buckle up bc it’s about to get thirsty up in here y’all
A shirt? Beel doesn’t know what those are anymore
He crafts one of those shoulder harnesses out of hide and bone and sticks a bone shiv thing on the forearm
Don’t mess with this demon when his dinner and his family is on the line.
Is not afraid of anything except the death of his loved ones.
Cannibals? Nah, dinner.
Other monsters? Nah, dinner.
Full shirtless lumberjack mode with Lucifer, and later Mammon, when cutting down trees in the forest. MC is drooling.
Definitely makes a game out of how many trees they can all chop down before giving up.
Plays knuckle bones with Belphie and MC using real knuckle bones.
Doesn’t want to share his food with the others but will if they didn’t get anything to eat that day.
Chef Beel. That’s it that’s the post.
10/10 job. Only dies once throwing his body over Belphie’s sleeping one to save him.
Get’s annoyed when he finds out Belphie was fake sleeping
Very sexy. Would watch.
Belphie
Nah dude no thanks
Alexa play “Wake Me Up When September Ends”
Alexa play “Billie Jean”
“And the kid is not my son”
Get’s so fucking pissed when he finds out he can’t sleep without everyone else deciding to sleep too so he just lays down with his eyes closed and hopes for the best.
Doesn’t help with anything unless someone asks him to
Even then he’ll roll his eyes like brat and slowly do it
An actual sloth
No like he clings to MC and Beel like a sleepy sloth 100% of the time
He can’t find any cows and is sad so he settles for the local deer instead.
Fake sleeps through most of the whole thing, paying monster and cannibals alike absolutely no mind. Beel will take care of it.
Freaks the fuck out when Beel dies on top of him and goes into a rage and kills everything in sight.
Very sweet reunion when he realizes that they just respawn.
No longer pays death any mind and continues fake sleeping.
0/10. Virtually useless.
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Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 005. confessions
Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?
Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader
Updates: irregular.
Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.
Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.
Status: ongoing. | series masterlist
↩ confrontations | confessions | dinner disaster ↪
“Are you stupid?” Atsumu lets out a dry laugh, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I felt the same way, fuck. I think my feelings for her had always been there and–Fuck, I just didn’t know what to do after what we had.”
Being on the receiving end of Atsuhiko's displeasure was something you never wanted to experience again. However, despite being upset over recent events, you couldn't help but feel this was all your fault to begin with. Maybe, if you had just been honest to the twins from the very start when they had bombarded you with questions on the whereabouts of their missing father then maybe, you wouldn't be going through such an experience once again, this time though, no one could break through Atsuhiko's built up walls.
Ever since the bomb that Atsumu had dropped on Atsuhiko of you keeping them a secret from their own father, your little boy refused to talk to you. If it wasn't for his twin brother, he wouldn't have bothered to visit the hospital knowing that you would be present within the vicinity. Apparently, it took Reiji a while to persuade the little boy to agree to even visit his twin. Even so, your little boy avoided you and it broke your heart, the vision of his betrayed features that day at the Sports Complex, repeating in your mind like a broken record.
Atsuhiro, despite being upset by what his brother shared, thankfully, didn't give you the silent treatment like his brother had. Though he had voiced his displeasure of what had come to light, he only claimed that he didn't want to see you sad too.
You had asked everyone in attendance in the hospital room that morning, prior to Reiji arriving with Atsuhiko, that when they were to arrive, they were to leave you with the twins. Knowing that coming clean probably wouldn't change a thing to Atsuhiko's behavior towards you. It was better than nothing. You also knew that if Atsuhiko were to protest, you were positive that Atsuhiro could plead with his brother to stay.
Now there you were, seated next to Atsuhiro on the hospital bed with him huddled closer to your side, awaiting the other twin to arrive with Reiji.
You lowered your head, resting your chin atop of his head as the two of you watch his current favorite anime in Asuma's tablet that he lent to the little boy to keep him occupied during his stay in the hospital. Aside from the company of his uncles, he enjoys the amount of shows his Uncle Asuma had downloaded for him to watch when visiting hours are over or when Asuma was around to visit, the two of them sharing interests in various anime films.
The sound of the door sliding open interrupted your thoughts and brought your attention over to the little boy that had entered. The very sight was enough to clench your heart. As the hospital door slid shut, the little boy by the door let out a heartbreaking cry before rushing himself over to bed where you and his brother occupied, climbing himself onto the mattress and throwing his arms around you. It only took a few seconds to feel his tears dampening your t-shirt, and you let your own tears fall.
"Mommy, I—I'm sorry!" He cries out, his grip around your neck tightening as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his voice becoming muffled from his actions, "I don't hate you, mommy! I don't! I don't! I'm sorry for being a bad boy!"
Your own arms find their way around his tiny body, pulling him closer to a much more comfortable position. "It's okay, baby."
“Please don't be angry with me, mommy.” He sobs against your neck and you try your best to soothe him by rubbing his back to calm him down. You press a kiss to the top of his head before pulling him away from your body which he protests at first by tightening his grip around your neck but when you had succeeded, you cupped his face in your hands and stroked his cheeks with the pads of your thumb. Your own gaze growing glossy from the tears that had formed from all the emotions you were feeling at that very moment. “Love me, mommy?”
You let out your own cry before nodding your head twice, wiping your little boy’s tears away with your thumbs before lowering your head to press your forehead against his own, “Mommy will always love you, baby. I’m not angry with you Hiko, I love you so much. Mommy’s the one who’s sorry.”
“Promise, mommy?” he questions for some reassurance, his lower lip almost quivering. “You’re not angry? I promise I didn’t mean it!”
A croaky laugh escapes your lips, nodding your head as you sat right back up, your back pressing against the headboard of the hospital bed, “Yes, Hiko. I’m not angry. But can you promise mommy one thing?”
He wipes his tears away with the back of his hands, which you put a stop to as soon as he began rubbing his eyes that could cause irritation. Settling his hands down, he looks up at you with his lower lip jutting out to a pout as he gives you a nod. “What, mommy?”
“Promise me,” you start, extending your arm out to tap the tip of his nose as your brows furrow, “that you’ll stop listening to adult conversations, it’s not nice Atsuhiko.”
His shoulders slump in defeat. He had probably realized you were going to lecture him on his behavior, and no amount of explanations would get him out of trouble. All he had left to do was to give you his best puppy dog eyes. At the sight of this, Atsuhiro who had been watching the whole interaction snorted. Upon hearing Hiro, his plan to win you over disappeared to send a glare towards his brother, which his twin responded by sticking his tongue out at him.
Before you could reprimand the two for their silly behavior, Atsuhiko returns to look at you with those pleading eyes. “What can I do for you, Hiko?”
His sudden confidence to question you falters and he tears his gaze away from yours, lowering them to look at his hands. He suddenly remembers the previous night where he had received an earful from his Uncle Reiji for his actions and he had cried to his uncle, asking questions that the man couldn’t answer himself. However, the night took a turn when his Uncle Reiji tried his best to explain your side without going into depth, knowing that it wasn’t his story to tell. His Uncle Reiji made him promise to apologize for his actions, claiming that you have been more than upset from hearing the words of hate that came out of his mouth and from giving you the cold shoulder. At the mere thought you being angry at him was enough for the boy to calm down, settling beside his Uncle Reiji as he cried himself to sleep, vowing to apologize to you the next day and asking you properly for the answers he had been yearning for himself.
“Hiko?” you call out, trying to gain his attention. Hiro, from beside you, pauses the show he had been watching and places the tablet down on his lap, looking at his brother in curiosity, probably realizing what his brother was about to do. Of course, he wouldn’t stop his brother as he, too, was curious himself.
“Can you…” he trails off in a mumble, curling his fingers into fists as his shoulders grow tense before tilting his head back to meet your gaze once more, his eyes full of desperation and determination, “please, tell us about our daddy.”
Despite knowing yourself that Atsuhiko was to question you, the very sight of your son’s pleading gaze was enough to catch you off guard. You turn your head to look over at Atsuhiro, who had shifted his gaze up to look at you. He was his usual calm self, but his eyes were enough to tell you he shared the same desire for answers as his brother. You let out a sigh of defeat and exhaustion, nodding your head slowly. It was time. It wasn’t as if you could avoid this forever.
“Do you two really want to know?” you ask despite knowing the answer to such a question, maybe, just maybe, a little part of you was hoping they would decide that it would be best not to know. However, seeing their eager nods, you knew there wasn’t any way that you could back out of such.
So you began your story, starting of how you met their father. How at the very beginning, there wasn’t much of a choice due to the fact that their father was extremely persistent, never leaving your side. It never really helped how you would always end up in the same class as he was. You told them that eventually; you considered their father as your best friend. Someone you could count on and always reach out to when you needed someone to talk to. And you told them, along the way of said friendship, you eventually fell in love.
“Did daddy not love you back? Is that why he didn’t want us?” Hiro whispers, sadness clear in his tone.
“Oh Hiro,” you let out a soft cry as you shake your head, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer to your side, “I’m sorry Hiro,” you whisper before turning your attention over to Hiko, who was having difficulty in controlling his features, “I’m sorry, Hiko. But I never told your daddy about two of you.”
“Why?” Hiko cries out, somehow his anger returning. If it were not for Hiro who reached out for him, he would have probably reacted way worse, “I thought daddy hated us…”
You let out a shaky sigh, not knowing how to explain everything to the twins, something that they wouldn’t understand. They were too young. This was all your fault. “I’m sorry. Mommy was just afraid. I think mommy was afraid because she knew daddy didn’t love her the way she loved him.”
“So ‘Sumsum is our daddy?” Hiro questions, his brows furrowing as you nod.
“Do you still love daddy?”
You stare at Hiko across from you who had asked the question. And as you racked through your head for any form of answer, you couldn’t.
Did you still love Atsumu?
For the last couple of days, Atsumu had been a mess. Obviously, anyone who would have gotten their complete life turned upside down would be, wouldn’t they?
Ever since that day, from Atsuhiko’s cries and your appearance, he had refused to leave the apartment he was staying in with Bokuto and Hinata. He had refused to return to training, knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus anyway, nor would he interact with anyone else, ignoring his teammates and the people who had been reaching out to him through his phone. It was because he was occupied with his thoughts, the conversation with Atsuhiko and you especially, had been replaying in his head for the last couple of days and it was enough for anyone to go insane.
How could have this happened? He had kids? With you? What the actual fuck?
He didn’t know what to feel. Of course, the dominant emotion was anger, but he didn’t know what he was angry at more. Angry at you? Yes, obviously. You had kept such a big secret from him. What angered him the most was that you deprived him of raising his own two sons.
He didn’t know why; it wasn’t as if he wanted to be a father at such a young age, nor did he see himself as a father in his near future, but at the thought of his chances on witnessing Atsuhiko and Atsuhiro’s childhood being ripped out from his hands was enough to break his heart, enough for him to be angry at you for depriving him of the chance. Needless to say, the volleyball player was confused. He didn’t know why he was hurting from the fact that he wasn’t given the chance to raise them from the very start. A few times he had asked himself if a part of him wanted to be recognized as their father. What did he want?
He remembers the days he had spent with the twins, his sons. Sure, he admits, a part of him had found himself excited to see the twins now and then. He had grown fond of them ever since Bokuto had introduced those two to him, and the fact those two had been equally excited to learn volleyball made him look forward to seeing them at the sports complex. It was true; it took time for them to get used to his presence, but he remembers the days where Atsuhiro would look excited to see him and beg him to teach the killer serve he had demonstrated days prior.
He suddenly is reminded of the interaction between Atsuhiko and Bokuto, how the two were often like two peas in the pod or how Atsuhiko tries his best to mimic Bokuto’s actions, the little boy always excited to see his teammate. What was this feeling? Why is his anger suddenly shifting over to Bokuto? Jealousy? No, it couldn’t be.
Letting out a groan of frustration, he rolls himself onto his back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling. His frustration was growing due to the fact that he couldn’t seem to figure out his feelings and sort them out.
While we’re in the case of jealousy, his thoughts suddenly shift to the man who would often bring the twins over for training. The man he knew as Shizuma, another man the twins considered as their uncle. Who was he to you that you trusted him so much to take care of his sons for a long period of time? And who was that man that you brought along with that day? Who were they to you? Wait, his sons? He lets out another groan of frustration. Was he really admitting the fact that those twins were really his?
“You look like shit.”
He snaps his attention over to the intruder, his brows furrowing at the sight of his own twin. Another person he had been refusing to see. “What do you want?”
“You need to get your shit straight,” Osamu claims and he couldn’t help but scoff, rolling his eyes as he lays himself back down on the bed, “I’m serious. I understand your anger towards her, but what you said was out of line.”
Atsumu grumbles, fluttering his eyelids shut. “What do you know about understanding my feelings? You don’t. I don’t give a fuck about her right now, last I remember she ran away without a goodbye and now she comes back out of a blue? And her kid is spouting bullshit about me being the father? Don’t tell me you believe her, ‘Samu.” He pushes himself to sit as he flutters his eyelids back open to meet his brother’s gaze, “Which reminds me, why were you with her that day? Tell me, have the two of you been in contact ever since? Have you lied to me all this time about not knowing where she is? You two been fucking around behind my back? You’re probably the father, aren’t you? And you two just want to mess with my head?”
“Are you done?”
Atsumu scoffs, narrowing his gaze at his brother. “No! I’m not fucking done! I’m furious, Osamu. What the fuck is going on? Why is this happening?”
“If you would calm down for even just a second and not spout bullshit from that irritating mouth of yours every few seconds then maybe, just maybe, she would have let her walls down and explained. But no,” Osamu matches his brother’s glare with his own, “You accuse her of sleeping around when the only person she has ever been with back then was you. Don’t think the two of you were slick sneaking around with that ridiculous relationship back in high school. Have you ever stopped for a moment back then and realize that your own best friend was head over heels for you?”
“Of course I knew!” he confesses, the guilt feeling heavy on his shoulders. “I knew. Of course I fucking knew. I knew before anything even happened between us.”
Osamu shakes his head in disappointment, “You’re my brother and all, but you’re an asshole. And what? You continued with that ridiculous relationship with her, anyway? For what?”
“Are you stupid?” Atsumu lets out a dry laugh, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I felt the same way, fuck. I think my feelings for her had always been there and–Fuck, I just didn’t know what to do after what we had.”
Osamu lets out a sigh as he watches his brother crumble before him, the truth he’s known, finally escaping his brother’s lips, “I knew you were stupid, I just didn’t think you were this stupid. Well, you can’t blame her for running away.”
“Doesn’t mean I should be less angry.” he grumbles.
The other twin steps further into the room to give his brother a good smack on the head, Atsumu yelping out in pain before glaring up at his brother, “Sure, she kept this from you but she has the right to be just as angry with you for what you did. But screw that for now, get your ass up and do something about this. Get over it because Atsuhiro, your son, needs you more than you know.”
At the mention of Atsuhiro, his anger deflates upon remembering the last time he saw the other little twin, who had collapsed right before his eyes. “How is he? Is he okay? What happened?”
Osamu straightens himself as he watches his brother’s features shift to worry, slipping his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Are you satisfied with what came out of my idiotic brother’s mouth?”
Atsumu’s brows furrowed in confusion at his brother before flickering his attention over to the man that stepped inside, letting out a huff of irritation. “What are you doing here?”
“As much as I hate you,” he starts, sending his own glare towards the volleyball player seated on the bed, “I care about those kids and the two of you need to fix your shit.”
You let out your nth sigh of the hour in the backseat of Reiji’s car, looking uninterested at the buildings that passed by. You didn’t know why you agreed to be dragged by Asuma and Reiji in the first place; you didn’t want to leave Atsuhiro’s side as much as you could. “Where are we even going?”
Reiji meets your irritated gaze from the rear-view mirror, a chuckle leaving his lips as he shifts his attention back on the road, “Asuma and I just decided to take you for dinner tonight. Is that such a bad idea? You’re too stressed. Dinner at your favorite restaurant might just do the trick. Plus, I’m pretty sure you hate the hospital food.”
“Yeah,” Asuma adds with a grin as he turns slightly in his seat from the front, “We got to pamper our amazing and beautiful manager now and then.”
Another sigh escapes your lips, which causes Asuma to chuckle. You furrow your brows at him. “I get that, but I don’t really see why I should pamper myself if my kids aren’t having any fun themselves.”
“I get your worries, babe. I really do.” Asuma nods but tries to give you the best smile of assurance that he could muster, “but how will you be able to take care of the boys when you’re not taking care of yourself? Let us do this for you, okay?”
Well, it wasn’t as if you could protest anymore since they had successfully dragged you away. Eventually, you find yourself in front of the restaurant you’ve mentioned a couple of times to your friends, vowing to return as much as you could.
As you enter the welcoming restaurant, you couldn’t help but let a small smile form on your lips at the memories created with your friends and as the three of you are guided through the vast restaurant, the enticing aroma exciting your taste buds. And despite your reluctance, a sudden wave of happiness and relief washes over you. Maybe this was something that you actually needed, you’ll have to thank Asuma and Reiji afterwards.
Or maybe not.
Because as the restaurant host leads you to your table, your eyes fall upon the other party seated around the designated table. Bokuto loudly interacting with someone he was seated next to, someone unfamiliar to you with an unruly orange shade of hair while Osamu, next to him, looking at you apologetically. However, that wasn’t what caused the muscles in your shoulders to grow tense.
It was him.
And how he called out your name, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.
You were so giving Asuma and Reiji a piece of your mind.
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Frank holding a sobbing Bucky. Bucky cries themselves to sleep with their face buried into Frank.
Frank and Bucky were separated for several years for reasons they couldn't help. They finally find each other and have a heartfelt reunion.
Frank and Bucky struggling to find each other in a crowded place. Fortunately, Frank knows just the thing.
Frank screaming over a picture of Bucky from long before they met. Frank describes the younger Bucky as a tiny precious child, then looks at Bucky, and says 'Well, you're still a tiny precious child'.
Bucky is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Frank's name on purpose.
Bucky and Frank as the main characters in the last show you watched/book you read/game you played.
Bucky and Frank playing games in the small arcade.
Frank giving Bucky a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.
Bucky and Frank spending Christmas Eve on a party with their friends, and sharing a kiss under the mistletoe in front of everyone.
Bucky getting to go back in time and change something bad that happened in their past with Frank. (or vice-versa)
Bucky and Frank walking through town, holding hands while it snows.
Frank and Bucky texting. Or better yet, writing letters to each other.
Frank holding Bucky's hands when they are shaking.
Frank buying Bucky something unrequested because it made Frank think of them.
Frank gets into a heated argument with someone. Frank begins threatening them, so Bucky, picks up Frank and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurt.
Bucky hogs all the blankets and Frank gets cold so they cling tightly to Bucky for warmth.
Frank captioning everything Bucky does with 'That's hot/cute'.
Frank having to help Bucky undress after an injury.
Frank tucking Bucky's hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.
Frank making Bucky their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.
Bucky and Frank spending the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.
Frank reading in bed while Bucky rests their head on Frank's shoulder, sleeping.
Frank and Bucky getting sick at the same time.
Frank helping Bucky dry and brush their hair after a shower.
Bucky: Is it hot in here or is it just me? Frank: It's you. Bucky: What? Frank: What?
Bucky having to comfort Frank because Frank just encountered a very unpleasant situation that scared them.
Frank kissing away Bucky's tears.
Frank lends their sweater to Bucky. When Bucky is home, they realize they still have Frank's sweater and find Frank's iPod. Out of curiosity, Bucky looks through Frank's music and finds a playlist titled with Bucky's name. (or vice-versa)
Bucky and Frank sleeping on top of each other (in the bed, couch, where ever you prefer) when Frank flops down on the floor.
Frank and Bucky are about to kiss when instead they accidentally hit foreheads really hard and have matching bruises.
Frank following Bucky's family traditions that they enjoy.
Frank telling Bucky a story but Bucky isn't paying attention at all because they’re too busy thinking about what a cutie Frank is.
Frank hurt their ankle and is laid up with a cast and crutches. Bucky is sitting next to them, doodling little hearts on their cast to cheer them up.
Frank falls asleep in Bucky's lap and Bucky has a conversation with someone else while stroking Frank's hair as if they were a sleeping cat.
They are on a ferris wheel, and everything is going great - until it gets stuck at the very top. For thirty whole minutes.
Bucky and Frank adopting an orphan.
Frank buying Bucky a special treat when they go out shopping.
Bucky giving Frank a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.
Bucky and Frank watching a horror movie. Bucky can't sleep that night and Frank comforts them in a cuddle.
Frank and Bucky getting locked in a store.
Bucky and Frank going to explore an abandoned house on the edge of town.
Frank wants to use their laptop on the couch, but Bucky always occupies the space in their lap.
Bucky and Frank unable to sleep after watching a horror movie, but neither will admit that the movie scared them.
Bucky and Frank cooking something without the recipe, because Frank is confident they know how to cook it from memory.
Frank wearing clothes in Bucky's favorite color.
Frank and Bucky getting lost in IKEA.
Bucky princess carrying Frank.
Frank and Bucky sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.
Bucky and Frank living together for the first time.
Bucky giving Frank a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.
Bucky trying to get something on their computer to work. While they’re getting frustrated and flipping out, Frank is sitting nearby cracking up.
Bucky's mom gives Bucky and Frank very cheesy, matching shirts/sweaters/scarfs. Frank does their very best to pretend that they love it.
Bucky buys a box of sweets and puts them in the cupboard. Frank spontaneously eats them all in the middle of the night and tries to keep it a secret.
Frank likes stealing Bucky's phone to change Bucky's phone wallpaper into something stupid (like unattractive pictures of Bucky's face or doing something like picking their nose). Frank is doing another routine swipe of Bucky's phone, but doesn't have the heart to change it because this time because Bucky's phone wallpaper is a cute picture of the two of them (like their first date together, or the only picture they have together).
Bucky and Frank trying to hide their relationship. However, it turns out everyone knows they're dating.
Bucky letting Frank warm their cold hands under their shirt.
Bucky and Frank's child coming to sleep with them after having a bad dream.
Frank and Bucky backpacking across the world.
Bucky: “Ah, shit.” Frank: “Watch your fucking language.”
Bucky and Frank sleeping together. Bucky wakes up first and contemplates waking Frank with a kiss. Bucky leans in only to hesitate centimeters away out of embarrassment. Frank opens their eyes and says, 'Well if you won't do it, I will.'
Frank getting shy about being naked in front of Bucky for the first time.
Bucky doing a chore they know Frank isn't fond of.
Frank breaking into Bucky's room through their window.
Frank won't let Bucky get out of bed by cuddling them.
Bucky and Frank burning something together.
Frank tucking the sheets around Bucky when they stir during the night.
Bucky goes over to Frank's home after staying up all night. Even though they do their best to stay awake, they end up falling asleep while cuddling Frank. Bucky is quite embarrassed (and half-asleep) when they wake up, but Frank doesn't mind.
Frank and Bucky in a large field with a fresh foot of snow.
Bucky using Frank's lap as a pillow.
Frank running out in the middle of the night to get a food item that Bucky is craving.
Bucky and Frank discovering a hidden treasure.
Bucky is scared of the thunder and Frank tries to calm them down during an particularly heavy storm.
Bucky and Frank at a theme park or carnival, and walking towards one of the many games to win a large stuffed animal. Bucky is sure that they can win the game, but after many attempts (and a lot of cash down the drain) Bucky gives up. Frank, however, tries and succeeds on their first go.
Frank tossing snowballs at Bucky's window, not knowing the window is open and has no screen.
Bucky and Frank drowning in oversized sweaters during chilly days.
Bucky taking Frank out for Valentine's Day to cheer them up after their original plans with someone else fell through. As Bucky tries their best to make Frank happy and succeeds after only a few attempts, Frank realizes they would have rather been with Bucky anyways.
Them huddled by the fireplace at night after spending the day outside in the cold.
Bucky and Frank not speaking each other languages, falling in love and learning together.
Frank and Bucky haven't kissed yet. Each time Frank sees Bucky they think to themselves 'I've gotta do it this time' but they keep being too shy to do anything. One day a friend asks Frank if Bucky has ever tried to kiss them and Frank just screams.
Frank and Bucky playing in water and splashing each other.
Frank and Bucky wearing matching Halloween costumes or ugly Christmas sweaters. Or any matching outfits.
Bucky and Frank sending each other sexy/silly messages.
Bucky and Frank playing a co-op video game and Bucky keeps dicking around and Frank just wants to get past the first level god dammit.
Them getting a puppy/kitty, and arguing over names.
Bucky and Frank dancing in the moonlight.
Frank pressing their forehead against Bucky's forehead to check if they have a fever.
Bucky is a special effects make-up artist and Frank always volunteers as their model when they want to try something new.
Bucky has amnesia and Frank is taking care of them. Frank tries their best to help Bucky remember them.
Bucky and Frank falling asleep together with their heads on the other's shoulder/head in the backseat of the car while their friend is driving.
Frank trying to mooch off of Bucky's wifi and jokingly putting their own name in as the password, then being shocked that it actually works and they're now connected to Bucky's wifi...
Frank catches a cold so Bucky makes them breakfast in bed.
Bucky and Frank holding hands because there's a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it.
Frank teaching Bucky how to kiss, and Bucky ends up kissing Frank really quick, nervously asks 'Like that?' and leaves Frank silent and flustered for a moment.
Frank lightly kissing Bucky on top of a freshly formed bruise.
Bucky snuggling up to Frank because it's cold.
Their first holiday season together.
Bucky playing their fingers through Frank's hair while sitting next to them on the couch.
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A Full Party
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Athena and Tibbs greeted them like anyone else that was considered a friend, they barely even paid any attention when they stepped off the elevator. Athena briefly flicked an ear in their direction before returning her attention to the rare belly rub she let herself enjoy that Bucky was giving her, and Tibbs rubbed up against their legs before he dashed over to Peter when he shook the treat bag. But Flynn? His reaction was...interesting to say the least.
Everyone was relaxing and spending time with each other while Wanda and Cassie made dinner and snacks for their regular team bonding day (otherwise known as movie night), when the fox suddenly screeched. Quill was on his feet quicker than anyone could turn their heads, but when he saw who the kit was screaming at, he groaned and stomped over to pick him up by his scruff.
"Hey! Relax! Do you see Athena freaking out?" The god huffed and Flynn immediately fell quiet. Whether it was because he was safely in Quill's grasp or if he understood him was a mystery though. "They're friends!"
Shuri bent over cackling and T'Challa merely shook his head as Flynn squirmed in Quill's grasp to try and get to his shoulders. The celestial held him up and let the fox curl around his shoulders, and Flynn sniffed the fingers that Shuri offered after she was done laughing. She pet his head a few times before he playfully snapped at her and she took her hand back.
"I swear he's not racist." Quill said. "He doesn't do that shit with Sam or Rhodey."
"They're new to him. He hasn't seen them before." Stephen said as he approached them. "I'm glad you could find some time to get away." He said to T'Challa.
The king smiles. "We needed a break and we wanted to visit."
"You came at the perfect moment. We're having our monthly movie night. How long are you staying?" Stephen asked as Quill stepped away.
"A week if that's alright." T'Challa said.
"No can do kitty-cat." Tony says from the couch. "There's no room. You'll have to sleep in the dumpster outside."
Stephen rolls his eyes. "Don't listen to him. There's plenty of room. You can stay on Sam's floor."
"Thank you."
T'Challa and Shuri step out further into the floor to socialize, the king going over to Steve and Bucky, and Shuri of course joining the teens. She did eventually end up with Diana and Valerie a little while later and both girls were enraptured by stories of her brother's good deeds. It was nice to see the baby warm up to her so quickly since they rarely saw the royal pair. But it also rubbed Stephen the wrong way because that meant she was becoming less attached to him. At least in his mind she was. If he asked anyone else, Valerie was just as attached to him as she usually was. She was the baby that he could have every single day and wasn't expected to change back to normal within 24 hours or completely miss out on. He enjoyed when the boys and Cassie had been changed but they weren't actual babies. Valerie was, and she was growing up too fast. Sometimes it felt like he had been snapped again because it seemed like just yesterday that he brought her into the world.
He missed her tiny hands and feet, the way she curled against him, and even missed the times she would fall asleep on his shoulder and drool all over it. It was amazing how much he had changed. The old him before the accident would have scoffed at the idea of having kids. Now, he actually thought of the accident as a blessing in disguise. It humbled him. Gave him the opportunity to meet Tony, to have this huge family instead of being alone for possibly the rest of his life.
Stephen really did want another one. He could have ten and Tony would barely blink. He'd just look at however many kids Stephen brought home (whether adopted or magical) and put aside some money for college for every single one of them. He already did that for the twins. Everyone joked about Stephen bringing home the next kid, but sometimes he thinks they forgot who brought home the first two.
Peter and Harley were Tony's first. Stephen just swooped in and took over. Peter very easily cracked the ice around his heart, Harley stuck a chisel in it, and Diana dealt the finishing blow and smashed the ice to smithereens when he accidentally brought her into the world. Stephen's heart was now soft and mushy, and grew with each kid.
He was the fucking Grinch of kids.
"Honey, why do you look like you ate something sour?" Tony asked and Stephen looked at him.
"I…" he blushed. "No reason. Just thinking to myself."
There was another screech from Flynn and an irritated "why are you like this?!" from Quill and Stephen looked over to find Carol on the balcony. Considering she didn't use the elevator, she probably flew here and might have spooked the fox, so he didn't really blame Flynn this time. Tibbs happily trotted over to the woman and rubbed up against her leg before looking around her.
Carol laughed as she crouched down to scratch behind his ears, "sorry fuzzball. No Goose this time."
Tibbs actually sounded like he meowed in disappointment, but he enjoyed the scratches and followed her back inside.
Carol smirked as Stephen approached her. "Have any popcorn?"
"It's for movie night!" Cassie called from the kitchen and Carol raised an eyebrow. "Dinner's almost ready!"
"Guess I'll go get cozy." She said as she scooped up Tibbs in one of her arms and sauntered over to the couch.
Peter seemed to give up on the cat once Carol arrived, knowing Tibbs would spend as much time as possible with her since he rarely saw her. She was in the top three of the cat's favorite humans, Peter and Tony being the other two. Quill finally found himself on the couch again with Flynn contently curled up on his lap and both T'Challa and Carol looked at them.
"Even I know the fox is new," Carol said. "What was with the screaming?"
"Stephen thinks it's because you're new to him. I think it's just because he's a brat." Quill huffed. "The universe decided that I needed the neediest fucking animal alive."
"He can't be that bad." T'Challa said and Scott snorted from his spot on the ground where he was playing cards on the coffee table with Sam and Clint.
"He's that bad. He cries if Quill goes anywhere without him. Hey! I saw that!" Scott said to Clint who had tried to slip a card away for later.
Things got a little too busy for Valerie so she joined Stephen on the couch when he finally sat down. Athena did too once Bucky finished giving her obnoxious belly rubs, and dinner ended up having to be brought to the sorcerer and Valerie when it was ready. Thankfully, Vision was kind enough to do just that and they both thanked him. Tony managed to find his way next to Stephen with his own dinner, and when everyone was settled with a plate, a family friendly movie was started. If only for the sake of the younger children. Once they went to bed, the older kids would go watch another movie in one of their bedrooms, and the adults would drink.
Stephen really needed a night to let loose. It had been a while.
So when the younger kids went to bed and the older kids squirreled away into one of the bedrooms with endless snacks, Stephen didn't even bother replacing them like he usually did. Tonight was a freebie. He was going to drink and he would let his kids get sugar high and consume a concerning amount of other junk food. They knew the adults were going to be drinking, so they knew leaving the bedroom would be at their own risk. It was a good thing William knew how to make portals and teleport.
"Mom, I swear if that's a bottle of wine I see, I'm going to stage an intervention." Clint said with a groan.
Stephen raises a brow as he opens the bottle in the kitchen, then rejoins everyone. "This is mine. I don't know what you're all going to drink." He said with a smug smirk.
"Oh, wow. Who's being a bad influence on him?" Carol asked.
Everyone looked at Thor who looked back with a little offense.
"Why are you all looking at me?" The Asgardian asked.
"Thor had nothing to do with it." Stephen said after draining a fourth of the bottle. Tony had watched in amazement with a hint of concern. "I just need this. I parent...I don't even know anymore." He mumbled.
Sam cackled after he came from the bar with bottles of hard liquor and every single shot glass Tony owned. "I'll drink to that. We children are pretty wound up from missions."
Everyone else laughed and started off with a shot before deciding on a drinking game. Stephen took his time on the rest of his bottle of wine while everyone else decided on a game of Never Have I Ever. Steve, Bucky, Thor, Carol, and Quill drank Thor's Asgardian stuff to even the odds, but even then, everyone was pretty shit-faced pretty quickly. They all knew a concerning amount about each other's sex life or whatever else they were drinking to, except Scott and Quill's sex life wasn't a surprise. Shame wasn't in their vocabulary.
Stephen finally polished off his bottle and joined the game just as Laura said, "Never have I ever done it while a child was in the room."
Stephen and Tony each took a drink and everyone stared at them. The sorcerer simply chuckled and shrugged.
"Valerie was asleep."
Bucky was the one to burst into laughter. "Even I didn't think you'd go that far!"
"I take it where I can get it." Stephen said. "Whose turn is it?"
"T'Challa's." Scott hiccupped.
"Never have I ever been thrown out of a bar or club." The king said.
No one was surprised when Quill took a drink.
"It's not what you think!" He exclaims after swallowing the ale. "It was during a fire. One of my buddies actually threw me out the window...it was before they knew about my powers."
"He probably always wanted to do it." Sam laughed and Quill shrugged.
"Probably."
"Alright," Natasha said to get everybody's attention. "Never have I ever sent a sext to the wrong person."
Every single person took a drink. The ones with kids blushed bright red...and Quill even grabbed the bottle of ale while mumbling something like, "Cass and my work buddies probably need therapy."
Stephen coughed at the god's words and his eyes water from the burning in his nose. "Please don't tell me you sent your daughter an unsolicited dick pic."
Quill groaned. "I did. Thankfully we were both home so I was able to keep her from seeing it. I never got out of bed so fast."
"I should put filters on the kids phones." Tony mumbled. "Or add their personal AI's or Friday to them. Friday, make a note of that."
"Yes, Boss." The AI said.
The game went on for another couple of hours until everyone passed out where they had been sitting. It was weird seeing the king of Wakanda passed out on the couch from drinking, but Tony figured the weird level of that was very low on the list of what he'd seen. He hadn't drank nearly as much as his friends and decided to go out on the balcony and sit in a chair with a cigar. It was something he rarely indulged in, but it was the perfect time to do it. The kids were all asleep and the smoke wouldn't bother anyone, but halfway through it, Stephen had gracefully stumbled out onto the balcony and landed in his lap.
Tony chuckled. "Hi honey. Thought you were dead to the world."
"You left." Stephen mumbled. "Are you smoking?"
"A cigar. A rare treat." Tony admitted.
"Hmm...I like the smell on you." Stephen hummed pleasantly.
"When you're not in danger of puking, I'll make it up to you."
"That's too bad." Stephen whispered. "I thought maybe we could do it right here."
"Tempting...but we do have thirty something kids." Tony laughed.
"I want another one." Stephen slurred as he dozed off on Tony's shoulder and the mechanic rubs his shoulder with his free hand.
"I know. Soon." He promised to his sleeping spouse.
He liked having Stephen in his lap like this. Maybe next time his wife would be sober and they could enjoy the stars from next to the fire at the lake house. He would indulge in a cigar again, have the man cuddled up to him in his lap just like this...and they would look up at the stars. Better yet, it would even be relaxing for Tony. No triggers from looking up into the vast expanse of space, just pure enjoyment.
"We'll have as many as you want." He whispered before placing a soft kiss to Stephen's brow.
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five’s a crowd [beatles x reader] part six
chapter summary: It’s game night with your bug boys, and it goes about how you would expect. John is chaotic, Paul does very little to contain that energy. Ringo confirms that he IS, in fact, an old man, and you and George spend the evening sharing an armchair.
warnings: there is drinking and some (offscreen) drug use. we don’t condone drugs! please be safe!
these chapters certainly are getting longer, yeet. let @kalypsichor and i know what you think and if there’s anything you want to see!
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What can you say? Between his sweet personality and those bluer-than-blue eyes, Ringo always gets his way. You’d tried as best you could to avoid any more pure, unadulterated John-related chaos, but Paul had teamed up with Ringo for an unbeatable duo of puppy-dog eyes. They’d cornered you in the kitchen one day until you finally relented, damn them.
So, that Saturday night, you’re all squished around the table in the living room as Ringo slams down a comically large board game box. From the way his eyes light up as he looks at it, you’d think it would be glowing gold and sparkling, Cave of Wonders-style.
“Fuck’s this about?” John’s brow furrows at the name on the box. He’s already gone through half his first drink of the night: a vodka tonic with more vodka than most people would go for. Paul’s hanging over his shoulder with a beer, also a bit tipsy.
“Clue! It’s my favorite game of all time!” Ringo’s excitement is endearing and sunshine-yellow, as always.
“Thought we were playin’ Monopoly.”
“We’re trying to mend friendships, John.” Ringo fixes him with a false-stern look.
“Yeah, John, Monopoly is a game that only ends in violence. ‘Sides, I actually like Clue,” you say.
“A board game nerd too. Who knew?” George smirks. He’s got a beer in his hand as well. Though you’re overall not thrilled to be forced to participate in another night of John Lennon ruining the apartment, you can certainly say that a pro is that you’re next to George. You’re sharing the overstuffed armchair because John and Paul have claimed the couch (“for canoodling,” Ringo accused), and you can feel the warmth of George’s thigh even through your jeans. How is this boy so warm?
For a second, you catch yourself thinking of the last board game night, which ended with you and George next to each other not so unlike tonight. Unfortunately, it had been in a dark closet during a drunken game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, and you’d been too awkward even with the alcohol to try anything.
Thankfully, you’re brought back to reality by Ringo unfurling the instructions across the table. They’re nearly too large for him to fully open with his arms extended and you have a sudden vision of him as Clark Griswold from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.
“Right!” Ringo declares, now unfolding the game board. “Everyone pick a character. There’s six, so everyone gets their own, no teams.”
“Red!” John lunges across the table for the red, but misses slightly in doing so and scatters the other pieces across the board. He’s met with a chorus of indignant cries and Paul smacking his bicep. “Sorry! Got to have me color!”
“Right then, John’s Miss Scarlett.”
John dramatically reclines on the sofa with girlish flair.
“Paul! Paint me like one of your French girls!” Paul rolls his eyes, muttering something about the importance of nude modeling to the art world and how John would take advantage of it.
George quietly takes the green piece and places it on his starting square, then turns to you.
“It matches my socks,” he says with a smile. Your heart flutters as you see that he’s wearing said fuzzy green socks right now. Don’t blush, please don’t blush, for God’s sake.
Instead, you grab the nearest piece to you (blue) and place it on your spot.
“I’ll be Miss Peacock.”
Ringo picks Colonel Mustard and George and John goad Paul into being Professor Plum (“Professor Paul! It fits, you’ve bloody GOT to!”). As Ringo deals the cards, Paul whispers something to John and heads to the kitchen, claiming he’s getting a drink. He does come back with a six-pack of hard cider, but he also places a phone down in the center of the board, on top of the Top-Secret envelope with the winning cards.
“Is that where my phone was? I’ve been looking all day for it,” George asks as you crack open your can of cider.
“It’s the prize,” John says, his mouth curling into that wicked, Grinch-like smirk once again. As stupidly smug as he is, you’re a bit drunk and it’s hard to keep a grin off your face. “Whoever wins gets to decide who gets the phone.”
“It’s my phone, though. I bought it, I paid for it.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Does too!”
“Well, now it’s a part of the game! We play for it.”
George, rolling his eyes, goes to reach for the phone, but a hellish shriek from John and Paul’s protest stops him.
“Thou shalt honor the game!” Paul cries.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Bad things!” Paul’s grinning widely now and you’re biting your lips to keep from smiling. “Like in Jumanji!”
“Yes, we get sucked into a jungle world for years and years until someone finishes a board game that we left in the attic and releases us and we have to fight all the animals they unleash too.” Ringo’s smiling now too, and George reluctantly agrees to play for his phone. “Then we’d best start now! Usual rules, plus each time you move, you drink.”
“Don’t worry,” you whisper to George, feeling a bit bold from the warmth of the alcohol already. “I’m pretty good at this game. I’ll win it back for you.”
The smile he gives you increases that warmth in your body tenfold.
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It turns out you are not, in fact, pretty good at Clue. It has a lot to do with your cards, and thanks to Paul’s subpar shuffling skills, you have a shit hand. Several turns in, and you’re not at all close to solving the murder of Dr. Black. Your lack of strategy also may have something to do with the fact that you’re onto your second drink (rum and Coke but with diet Pepsi because it’s cheaper). However, you’re relatively confident in winning, as John both does not know the rules and doesn’t currently have the capacity to learn them.
“Then... then I’ll use that portal. The secret passage,” John slurs, and Ringo shakes his head adamantly.
“No, you can’t, John. The passage is in the greenhouse. You’re not in the greenhouse.”
“Well then, where am I?” Ringo points at John’s red piece in the ballroom.
“How the hell did I get over there?!”
“Honestly, John, are you high as well as drunk?” You ask with a smile. He takes a liberal slug of his vodka tonic before responding in a deadpan: “This is my personality.” Behind him, Paul mouths “a bit high,” and you giggle.
“Oi, you’re one to talk!” John shoves Paul with his shoulder, still with that easy smile on his face.
“Look, y’know, the people have right to know, it’s-”
“The people! The people? What fucking people?”
“What’s all this?” Ringo looks up from his expertly technical dice roll.
“They’re drunk,” George laughs.
“Can we get on with it, lovebirds?” You shift in your seat and are suddenly reminded of being pressed against George’s whole side. You can practically feel him breathing.
“Yeah, some of us are trying to win here. The stakes are high,” George grins. “So if you two could pull your heads out of each other’s arses-”
There’s a chorus of laughter around the table, and John drops his cards with a hilariously restrained “oh shit.”
With a good deal of direction from Ringo (“‘S like herding cats, the lot of you!”), gameplay continues.
“Alright… John, do you have… the rope?” Ringo bites his lip, glancing over his cards and his scratch sheet of paper. John gasps.
“What? How’d you know that?” He cries, and you laugh, leaning towards George a bit more without thinking. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and suddenly you’re back in that darkened closet again. You’d sat just like this on the floor, but with your knees curled up against your chest. Your head was on his shoulder, and his hand was so close to yours-
George stiffens a bit, and as if you’d been shocked, you sit straight up. You make eye contact with Paul accidentally, and for a second, that infamous pout curls into a smirk. You hear an echo of his voice in your head. I’ll get the truth out of you one of these days, y’know. Your eyes fall to Geo’s phone lying on the board, and you suddenly realize that it was Paul who’d gotten it from the kitchen, not John.
“Conspiracy!” John shouts suddenly, both echoing your thoughts and shaking you out of them.
“It’s not a fucking conspiracy, John, you guess, it’s how you play-” George argues.
“Ringo must be cheating!”
“How do you not know how the game works?” Paul teases, and John scrunches up his nose at him.
“Well, I was doing just fine until you-”
“Don’t blame me for your incompetence-”
“Incompetence!?” John practically shrieks, and Ringo snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Off with his head!” George says, and pantomimes cutting his own head off. He lets his ‘severed’ head loll back onto the armchair’s cushioned back, exposing his neck. He’s got such a lovely neck, more slender than one might expect. It’s long and the tendons and muscles are defined, and his collarbones peek out just a bit over the neckline of his shirt. He’s been wearing his hair curly for the past several days, and it goes in waves past his ears, ending in a little flick just below his earlobe. The sun has set by now, and in the lamplight, his skin looks like gold. Your eyes travel back up his hair, and you suddenly notice-- oh, fuck, he’s looking at you.
You snap your head back to the game so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. John and Paul are still arguing, and you just barely catch Ringo sneaking a peek at John’s cards while his guard is down.
“Hey! Hey… do you wanna fight?” Paul says, and leans close to John’s face.
“... no.” John’s tone is sheepish but he’s smiling widely.
“Good.” Paul leans a touch closer. You swear John almost stops breathing.
Your eyebrows nearly hit your hairline as George snickers.
“God, get a room,” Ringo sighs, and John leaps up from the couch, Paul not far behind.
“Gents, fair lady, I’ve forgotten something in my room, and I’ve got to… get it.” With that, John stumbles down the hall towards his and Paul’s bedroom.
“I’m… helping him.” Paul rushes out too.
“Then there were three,” George says after a beat of silence.
“Two,” Ringo says, standing and stretching. “S’pose that’s the end of it, so I’m going to put my headphones on as quickly as possible.” He bids you and George goodnight and then heads to their shared room, taking the fleece blanket from the couch with him.
“Smart move,” you say. “Poor Freddie upstairs said his bedroom’s just above John and Paul’s. He’s about to get a free show.”
“With surround sound,” George says, and you snort. Reluctantly, you force yourself to get up, detaching from George’s side and busying yourself with picking up the cups, cans, and bottles littering the various surfaces in the living room. As you release your armful into the kitchen sink, George’s sudden shout from the living room startles you.
“You idiot bastard! That’s what this was about?” You turn to see George still standing in the living room, hunched over his phone and calling down the hall to John and Paul’s room.
“You put fucking TINDER on my phone?!”
#five's a crowd#beatles x reader#george x reader#george harrison x reader#beatles fic#crack fic#paul#george#ringo#john#BOARD GAME MADNESS
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Hey, can you give me a introduction on the characters personalities? I really want to ask some stuff, but don't know the characters enouth. It doens't need to be long, just a small introduction! (:
OwO Absolutely!!! I’ve explained the characters in my writing Discord before, so I’ll just copypaste what I wrote there. The explanations are pretty long, but they’re detailed, so I like ‘em~
Long post below!
This is F. He's a flamboyant, eccentric sadomasochist, and deviant with a princess-type personality, who kind of never quits saying horrible, horrible things. He's very girly and over-the-top, and expresses a distinct crush on one of the other guns, who he refers to as "Onii-sama".
He has MAJOR masochistic tendencies, like licking the barrel of his gun while it's still hot, but he shows sadistic tendencies too, such as treating his lowest-ranking soldiers horribly. It's very likely that these behaviors have been learned from others, though. One thing that I think is of note is that, despite his extremely sexual behavior and tendencies, he's not showing any more skin than his upper neck and a little bit of his wrists.
He's an attention-seeker who struggles to stand out in the shadow of a remarkable older brother, and it's implied that he's pretty desperate to be loved. He values his appearance a lot, going out of his way to look good and be presentable, such as through doing his nails and wearing perfume.
I think he's a very needy person who just wants people to look at him and care about him in any way, so he goes out of his way to stand out. There are a lot of implications that he's been through some pretty awful stuff, considering that his sadism and masochism are most likely learned.
. . .
This is Belga. He's a loudmouthed idiot with a violent streak and a love of shooting everything in sight. Based on his face and calculated height, he's probably only like 13-15 physically, 16 at max.
He's very childish and immature, is either ridiculously ignorant or pretty darn stupid, and has a horrifically foul mouth on him. He was described to me as a "laughing maniac". That said, he's got a major soft side, and cries easily at things like sad stories and his pet fish dying. The fish themselves are most likely a measure to control him by, with letting him gain an attachment just to threaten him with them.
He's very manipulable and gullible, and gets called "birdbrain" by 89, a gun who shares the same superior as him. Overall, he's a childish moron who can probably only barely take care of himself.
. . .
This is Mikhael. He's... kind of a mess. Outwardly, he seems like a calm, collected character who lives only for his music and his passions. When looked at closer, however, there are some very bad signs.
First of all, he's blind. His eyes are bandaged over, which... does not imply good things. He also has what's almost definitely a brace on his leg, suggesting that he's kind of broken. Also worth noting is that in the art above, his gun is pointing at his head.
Mikhael has a fixation on "beauty in destruction" which to me implies that he's trying very hard to cover for how broken he is. He does nothing but play his piano when taken to battle, basically leaving himself open to getting shot. I see him as an older, broken-down gun who's acutely aware of how horrible his situation is, as well as being passively suicidal. He won't do anything to kill himself, but if something happened, he certainly wouldn't complain.
I think he's very sad, finding joy only in his music, and taking every chance to drown himself in it. Because of his physical flaws, I doubt the WE treats him very well. He's broken enough that he could be gotten rid of at any time, so he's struggling to make himself seem useful and good through his obsession with beauty in ruined things.
. . .
This is Ninety. He's the "holy shit this is fucked up" one. Ninety is literally referred to as the WE's dog... and he acts like it.
He's the youngest of the guns in terms of summoning order and has a mindset somewhere between a child and an animal. He can't speak, most likely trauma mute and connected to something like conversion disorder, is only barely literate, and communicates with a signboard. Do note that this boy is not wearing pants.
He's sort of feral, going so far as to bite the soldiers under him when he doesn't get fed enough (they're probably starving him). He's known to be a "panic shooter", implying a nervous personality. Also worrying is that he has another mask under his gas mask. A lot of fans theorize that he has a slit mouth.
All of that said, though, Ninety is surprisingly mature and probably a lot more intelligent than he acts. He comforts Belga when his fish die, and honestly, I think he's just acting the part of a stupid dog because it's been drilled into him enough. There's intelligence in there, he's just not allowed to show it. Also, he's tiny. My height calculations put him at somewhere in the 4' range.
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This is Ghost. His gun is an experimental weapon that was never actually released, and he's got issues because of that. He's a person with no presence who always goes ignored by those around him. His bullets are ridiculously expensive to produce, and thus, the only person who's ever given him a chance is Ashley, to whom he's ridiculous levels of grateful and loyal.
He's got major abandonment issues and considers himself to be a difficult to deal with reject. He's very passive, cynical, and pessimistic. He has a very childish side, "cursing" people who upset or ignore him, and "blessing" the rare few who give him the time of day. He latches onto anyone who treats him kindly with an unrivaled sense of desperation. It's implied that he might be rather sickly, and he seems to have a poor physical presence.
He feels like he's a failure who no one should waste their time on, and struggles a lot with believing that anyone could ever find him worth the effort to use or keep. He's always teetering on the fear of being abandoned and forgotten.
. . .
This is 89. He's a dead-inside gamer otaku who's catchphrase is "Are you serious?" He's something of the straight man (in the sense of the comedy term) of the lot of them and is definitely the most "normal".
On that subject, he wants to be normal very, very badly but doesn’t have a shadow of a chance thanks to his status as nothing but a gun and a weapon of the WE, so he forces himself to look down on everyone who does get a normal life. He’s so depressed and done with life that all he does is lock himself up in his room and play whatever violent fighting games he’s allowed as an escape from the misery that is his life. He's got a ridiculously obvious crush on Mikhael, and also very obviously just wants someone to love him. Belga calls him "virgin", and in return gets referred to as "birdbrain".
89 is just tired and done and exhausted with life, and honestly, he probably doesn't get much attention. He slacks off from missions when he can (which he definitely gets in trouble for), and even his favorite foods are cheap things that sound like they've been shoved onto him out of sheer neglect. He's a little bit tsundere and a total softie inside. He's also my favorite of all of them.
. . .
This is Eins. He's the powerhouse of the modern guns, and definitely the strongest person there. He's the highest-ranking of all of them, and his battle style/gun type is a sniper.
He's a serious person who takes his job equally seriously and always produces exceptional results. He acts rather normal, and could probably pass for human if he tried. That said, he's also got major empathy issues, showing very little remorse for hurting people. He takes orders way too far to make sure he's gone far enough, in the sense that he'd kill 100 people if ordered to kill 1. He has his soft side, though, down to gardening, impressive cooking skills when it comes to the others, and considering many of the other moderns to be his "family". F has a crush on him, which he's totally oblivious to.
Fal is his loyal right-hand man, and Ghost is ridiculously fond of him. He's merciless when it comes down to it, but probably just sees what he does as doing his job and not getting hurt. He definitely sees himself as nothing but a weapon and a tool.
. . .
This is Fal. He's F's older brother, and most likely the reason why F is Like That. Fal is an insanely capable, efficient, skilled person– one who comes off as perfect in every way. His gun, the FN FAL, is known as "the right arm of the free world" and has been one of the most used firearms in history.
Fal himself is a calm, collected sort who always seems poised. He's Eins's assistant and has a lot of responsibility, which he handles extremely well. He's polite, subservient, and soft-spoken, despite being very close to Eins in power and skill. He's well-spoken, eloquent, loyal, and basically embodies the perfect assistant. He's also very intelligent, and expresses a particular fondness for torture. He has a unique power in that he's able to manifest prehensile, thorned vines, which sets him apart from the others in strength and skill.
He's basically the ideal modern gun, which gives F and everyone else a LOT to live up to. He does seem like a very stressed, worn-down person, though, and likely is almost crushed under the pressure of the expectations placed on him.
. . .
This is Kirsch. He's a sadistic spoiled brat who's almost definitely been sexually abused. He's downright desperate for attention from Ashley, resenting Mauser (Ashley's personal weapon) viciously for taking that attention away. Creepily enough, he refers to Ashley as "Papa".
He's sort of obsessed with being cute and attractive, emphasizing his charm and trying to play up how lovable he is. That said, he behaves like a spoiled child, down to throwing tantrums when he's angry. Kirsch is also a major sadist (a behavior which is definitely learned), and loves torturing people for the sheer fun of it. He's described as "sick in the head" by one of his superiors. Even so, he tries to paint himself as a harmless victim who can do no wrong, kissing up to and demanding attention from anyone he looks fondly upon.
He's ridiculously immature, insanely clingy, and probably also has major abandonment issues. He acts like a love-starved child who acts out in order to get attention. There are also a few implications that he's been sexually abused, including his aggressively "touchy" behavior, personal-space invading sadism, attitude towards his superiors, and revealing outfit (short shorts and garter on his leg).
. . .
This is Hokusai. He's an animated, wild-natured person with a major childish streak. He uses the pronoun "Boku-chan", which sounds straight out of the mouth of a kindergartener.
He's something of a mad scientist who's associated with the science sector of the WE, and has honestly probably been the brunt of more than a few experiments. He has a massive fixation on the color blue that goes all the way to an obsession, and he's so dedicated to this that he keeps trying to dye his human self blue... which also keeps killing him. He's killed himself like this a bunch of times, but fortunately, Ashley can keep bringing him back somehow. He has a massive aversion to the color red too, straight to the point where he loses it if he sees his own blood.
He has a number of visible scars (rare for anime art), including one across his throat and one on his wrist, implying that he's been through some shit. His behavior also says to me that he might have some form of brain damage, probably of the nature that impacts his decision making and sense of consequences. He's very reckless and has little regard for his own life. Despite this, he's also a cheerful, sunny person who never really seems to be down.
. . .
This is Love1. He's... a mess. His gun is majorly defective, and known irl as one of the worst and most useless firearms in history. Reflecting this, L1's body is kind of a mess. His gun jams constantly, which gives him nosebleeds, he's implied to be physically fucked up in general, and in the game, his bigger attacks did damage to him too.
Personality-wise, he acts like an utter idiot. He's loud and goofy, with a lot of presence and seemingly no dignity. He's cheerful, explosive, and trigger-happy, acting like he doesn't have a care in the world. However, his real personality is very different. L1 is a massively intelligent and strategic individual. While Fal specializes in physical torture, L1 is the psychological torture master. He knows how to absolutely break people. He has a little brother, Like2, and the two of them are both in the "defective" boat. L1 loves L2 dearly, no matter how rude the other is to him, and gushes over his "cute baby brother" constantly.
On the dark note, L1's life is kind of hanging by a thread. He's worthless enough that he could be gotten rid of at any time, and with the whole world seeing him as a failure, he's definitely got some major issues. He could be replaced at any time, and he's definitely living in fear of when that day will come. Since his physical body is shot, it's also likely that he's constantly in a lot of pain. No one is really very nice to him either.
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This is Like2. He's an effeminate, bratty tsundere who wants to be spoiled and loved. He's in the same boat as L1 in that his gun is sort of useless, but he's still quite a bit better off. He definitely shares the same worries about being replaced, but instead of covering it up with a smile, he fixates on making himself pretty and strong.
He's a bodybuilder who focuses a lot on strength training, and is surprisingly tough for his looks. He loves fine things and getting attention and spoiling, and is pretty much desperate for people to like him. Because of his status as a rejected, mocked weapon, he's frantic to make himself useful and avoid being disposed of. He values his personal security massively, can't stand any form of discomfort, and is willing to turn traitor as soon as his safety is on the line. He's an aggressive, abrasive tsundere who constantly berates his brother, calling him "worthless" and "soon to be replaced".
That said, he loves L1 dearly underneath it all, and winds up as something of his brother's caretaker. He's a fragile person who's desperate to be cared for an accepted, no matter what he has to do to get it.
. . .
Last is Mauser. He's Ashley's personal assistant and weapon, and is honestly a thousand levels of worrying. Mauser is the first gun Ashley summoned, and despite his size and young appearance, his gun is the oldest model as well, being made in 1896. He teeters right on the verge of modern and antique.
He's an obedient doll to Ashley who seems to lack any form of personality or will of his own. He's empty and emotionless, only capable of expressing his loyalty to his Master. This lack of personality could be attributed to being a faulty summon, but more likely, Ashley has broken him of anything that made him a person. He's blindly devoted, endlessly loyal, and doesn't really have anything to live for beyond Ashley. His character is worrying because something must have left him so broken, and the implications with what Ashley could have done to mess him up so badly aren't pretty.
His personality is rather flat, but his interesting side comes in what made him the way he is. He'd have nothing to live for without Ashley.
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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series
• Ch. 9: Only Dreaming •
A/n: For those of you who might not have caught my announcement, this series has recently gotten a title change, and new cover as you might have noticed. Both of which I owe a big thanks to my good friend scamander [RichieTozierKaspbrak on Quotev] This is still the It rewrite, just under an official name: Scars That Heal. You can find the full explanation on my profile activity, anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Silver’s tires skid across the cracked pavement creating a high screech that barely managed to pierce through the thunderous heartbeat in Bill’s ears. Before him, stood the Neibolt house, and despite his pounding heart, there was no sign of hesitation as he stormed across the pavement towards the gate. However, when his bruised and gangly legs reached the gate’s threshold, they slow as if he is suddenly standing in quicksand. His nerves have finally caught up to him but Bill does not allow this to stop him from his mission and continues across the crisp dry grass that crunches beneath his sneakers. As he walks, it feels as if he is now wading through an invisible pool, his muscles aching as they fight hard against the water. The technique turned mantra slipped from his lips the moment it popped into his mind as crosses the lawn and into the dark shadow the house casts over all of Neibolt.
“H-he thr-thrusts his fists against the p-po-posts,” Bill’s clammy palms tighten, his mouth running dry but he continues. “and still insists he sees the g-gho-ghost.”
He has reached the house’s rotten and creaky steps when he hears the approach of several bicycles and Beverly’s voice.
“Bill!” She cries, jumping off her bike and it tumbles to the ground. “Bill, you can’t go in there. This is crazy!”
He turns to find his seven distressed friends abandoning their bikes and following cautiously after him into the yard.
“Look, you don’t have to come in with me,” Bill says, looking to each of his friends. “But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us?”
The shadow of Neibolt seemed to grow darker before it got lighter as Bill rallied before the Losers Club that day. And despite the ice coursing through their veins, not only from their previous encounter minutes ago but the mere thought of seeking the creature out, they couldn’t fight the small spark of hope from Bill’s words. He had always had that effect, he had a way with words despite the stutter. And what he said was something Eddie had been dreading himself. His eyes flickered to Y/n instinctively, his mouth parted slightly as he regains his breath. There’s a pained expression on her face, her lower lip curled as if she was fighting back tears and he feels like kicking himself for not doing anything to protect her back in the garage.
“Are you just gonna pretend it isn’t happening like everyone else in this town?” Bill asks, capturing Eddie’s attention once more. “Because I can’t. I go home, and all I see is that Georgie isn’t there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but… He isn’t.”
Bill takes a deep breath, and it seems to fill him with more confidence and the Losers each squirm under Bill’s confession.
“So walking into this house, for me, it’s easier than walking into my own.”
Bill turns to face the old rotted door and Richie raises his eyebrows.
“Wow.”
“What?” Ben asks.
“He didn’t stutter once.”
Y/n’s eyebrows raise in shock as this dawns on her and she turns to Eddie instinctively for his reaction and he meets her gaze uneasily. A moment passes between all the Losers before they begin heading for the porch.
“Wait!”
Everyone stops to see Stanley, who remains planted to the ground, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He catches their waiting stares and shuffles uncomfortably.
“Um,” he clears his throat. “Shouldn’t we have some people keep watch?”
Bill fidgets with the doorknob and he shrugs slightly and Stan looks around uncertainly at his friends.
“You know, just in case something bad happens?”
“Who w-wants to stay out here?” Bill asks.
Six hands rise to the air, none of them Beverly. Each Loser looks around at one another before one by one their arms fall back to their sides. Richie sighs, knowing what’s coming next.
“Fuck.”
After much debate, and several coin tossing later, the Losers had found themselves divided into two groups of four. Due to an unfortunate toss, Richie, and Eddie found themselves with Bill and Bev who had volunteered, while Ben, Stan, Mike, and Y/n stayed outside.
Richie, of course, didn’t go without a fuss, making his feelings on the matter very clear as they prepared themselves for venturing inside.
“I can’t believe I drew the short straw,” he huffs, trudging up the porch steps. “You’re lucky we’re not measuring dicks.”
“You’d still be drawing the short straw” Y/n quips, her voice vaguely meek.
He turns to look at her, ready with a comeback but the words die on his tongue when he spots her smile, it’s weak and he knows immediately what she is feeling - why she’s making jokes when at a time like this. He can’t help but smile weakly back. Her arms are folded over her b/t frame protectively and her eyes flicker between him and Eddie.
“Just be careful, okay?” She sighs, her eyes darting to each of them. “All of you.”
They each nod, and Eddie swallows thickly before following after his friends. Not before casting one last longing glance at Y/n who gives him a less than convincing smile of reassurance.
The front door creaks open, and Bill, Eddie, Richie, and Beverly step wearily inside. They each have to duck underneath the many wooden slats nailed over the doorway and through it, bits of sunlight stream through.
The three follow Bill’s lead as they exit the small alcove that bleeds into what is supposed to be the living room. Around them is an empty dark entryway with they could guess was thousands of thick cobwebs. The warped wooden floor beneath their feet was littered with hundreds of dead leaves scattered from the many twisted branches that had snaked up through the cracked floorboards, walls, and ceilings. It’s clear from where they stand and their limited view into the other rooms, several pieces of furniture have been left behind. And to greet them as they step inside, just across the floor was an eerie brick fireplace with a wooden header, carved into it in large misaligned letters; Good Cheer, Good Friends! A low whistle leaves Richie’s mouth as he takes in the chilling sight around him.
“Well, he’s got the haunted house part down to a science,” Richie says.
“Shut up, Richie.” Eddie scoffs, his nose scrunched up in overwhelming disgust as he looks around. “Ugh, I can smell it.”
“Don’t breathe through your mouth.”
Eddie’s brow furrow as he inches further towards one of the connecting rooms.
“How come?”
“Cause then you’re eating it.”
Richie’s eyes fall on the small alcove to his left when something tangled in a branch catches his eyes. Behind him, Eddie lurches forward as he gags repulsed and hastily grabs for his inhaler in his fanny pack. Against his better judgment, Richie crosses over into the small corner of the room and the closer he approaches the thick trap of web and leaves the clearer the object has become; a missing kid poster with an all too familiar face. Shakily he reaches for it, and every crumple of the paper through the branches is like a thunderous boom in his ears, his heart already racing. All he can do is stare in shock, he can feel his stomach twist into knots and this time it wasn’t because of Eddie. For the first time, Richie ‘the Trashmouth’ Tozier was speechless. Beverly is the first to notice.
“Richie?” She wanders over with the other in tow, her senses heightened when noticing his fearful gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“It… It says I’m missing,” He croaks, realizing his mouth and throat have run bone dry.
Bill joins his side, examining the poster and he tries to keep the worry at bay for his friends.
“Y-You’re not missing, Richie,” Bill eases.
Richie’s tremble only grows worse and he starts to shake the flyer, his voice rising.
“'Police Department, City of Derry.’” He cries. “That’s my shirt. That’s my hair. That’s my face. That’s my name-!”
“Calm down,” Bill interjects, attempting to grab the flyer. “This isn’t real.”
“That’s my face! That’s the date!”
“It can’t be real, Richie!”
“No, it says it!” Richie shrieks, now fighting over the flyer with Bill. “What the fuck!? Am I gonna go missing!?”
Beverly and Eddie can only watch in pain and worry as the moment unfolds until finally, Bill is able to rip the paper from the boy’s hands and throws it the ground without even a glance. He wraps his hands over Richie’s shoulders, holding tight against his clawing arms.
“Calm down!”
“Am I gonna go missing? Am I gonna go missing-?”
“Calm down! Look at me, Richie,” He tugs on his friend’s wrist, bringing his attention away from the flyer on the floor. “Look at me.”
“That…” Bill hastily points to the flyer, and Richie looks to it fearfully, “th-that isn’t real. It’s playing tricks on you.”
“Hello?” Calls a distant, whimpering voice.
The four Losers’ attention is ripped away to the source of the oddly familiar voice. Slowly, they creep back into the entryway, the leaves crunching beneath their feet and that is when they hear the voice once more.
“Hello?”
“It’s coming from upstairs,” Bev murmurs under her breath, creeping towards the winding stairway, the boys close behind though reluctant.
“No shit,” Eddie trembles, stepping closer to Richie as they approach the stairs.
One by one they ascend the winding stairway, caution in every step. They each have duck a gracious amount to avoid the thick tendrils of cobwebs stitched between the walls. And as they inched closer to the top they could hear the sounds of muffled coughing, the source of the voice was gasping for air. They reached the second-floor landing - somehow, it seemed dirtier than the first floor if that was at all possible - and had a continuing set of stairs behind them. Ahead of them, was the entrance to a long hallway, and the four of them inched along as the ragged breathing got louder, now almost wheezing.
Just around the corner, and the end of the long hallway was a largely cracked and warped wooden door opened ajar revealing a figure on the ground. It was girl, gasping for breath and spitting up blood, her face buried in the leaves and dirt on the floor. Shakily, the messy head of muddied brown hair brushes aside as she weakly turns her head to reveal a face they never thought they’d see again.
“Betty?” Bev gasps.
“Ripsom?” Richie gulps.
She merely looks at them, her eyes sunken and lost before she is ripped away, clawing at the floor and her screams are quickly swallowed in silence. The Losers jump back in horror, their hearts hammering in their chests and they can feel the bile churning in their stomach. And yet, without a word they each creep forward, knowing what they have to face. The leaves scrape against the floor as they pushed by their dragging feet and Beverly tries to focus on the sound of each leaf’s crunch rather than what she is willingly about to face.
Eddie finds himself shrinking back but he carries on nonetheless. That is until he hears a hauntingly familiar voice carry through the air.
Eddie.
The poor boy feels as if his legs - and heart for that matter - have stopped working altogether and slowly he turns around. He finds nothing but the other half of the hallway and it came to a dead-end with an ominous yellow glow from the faded window pane.
What are you looking for?
Eddie’s eyes widen to the size of saucers and he freezes where he stands, his heart pumping his chilled blood through his veins. And he can feel the familiar tightness return to his lungs. His hands are fumbling for his inhaler when his friends reach the door at the end of the hall, unaware they were now one Loser short.
“She was just here,” Richie breathes, looking around the empty room. “Where the fuck’d she go?”
Eddie still stands rooted in place, he commands his body to scream for his friends but all that comes out is a hushed whisper. And as the only door amongst the dead-end hallway slowly creeks open with a taunting wail, one single moment plays over in his mind strangely enough; the coin toss just minutes ago.
“So, are we doing this two out of three, or is this a one-flip — well — flip?” Eddie asks.
It had come down to him and Y/n, and whoever lost the coin toss was going inside. The others had already paired off and it was between them. She stood across from him, she was bouncing nervously on the balls of her heels, shaking out her hands at her sides, visibly nervous. He held the coin in his hand, turning it over endlessly with his forefinger and thumb and her eyes followed its movement precisely.
“Cause if we do out of two of three, statistically speaking it’s fairer and considering-”
“Eddie,” she says suddenly, her voice trembling and pleading.
She fails to meet his eye and she sighs deeply, her eyes closed for several moments and he realizes she only wants the waiting to be over.
He shuffles on his feet and readies the coin, her eyes stilled trained on the quarter as well as his own and he is suddenly all too aware of the sun beating down on his neck. He looks at one last time, his stomach twisting and turning for many different reasons as the dumbest fucking plan he’s ever heard forms in his mind and the feeling hits him. That deep, sinking feeling one gets when they know - no matter a feeling, or any logical thought, no matter how much their gut is screaming at them not to do something, they know in their heart of hearts they are going to anyway. If it’s the right or wrong thing, they’re not quite sure but it is inevitable from that moment in time and beyond.
The ‘58 minted quarter soars through the air, the sun reflecting off in thin fleeting beams and Y/n’s voice rings out with slight hesitation.
“Heads,”
Eddie swipes at the coin, several beats off even though he was certain he could have caught it if he truly wanted to. Instead, it lands noiselessly in the grass only feet away.
“The fuck was that?” Richie called. “You probably didn’t realize this, Eds, but you’re supposed to catch the thing,”
Ignoring his friend’s jabs - and ruefully neglecting to correct his given nickname - he takes a few steps off to find the coin buried in a pile of grass and sure enough, as if to mock him, the tail end of the quarter glints in the sun.
“What w-was it?” Bill asks, growing impatient.
He picks up the coin and straightens out. He deposits the quarter in his fanny pack and looks to Y/n. Her eyes are squinted in the sun, and it only enunciates the worried frown already on her face.
“Heads,” He mutters, slipping over to join Richie, Bill, and Beverly.
He expects to see her relax, but all she seems is shocked. Not eased in the slightest. But that was only because she now had him to worry about. He had willingly taken her spot.
But would it be worth it, he can’t help but wonder. This was his chance to be brave, for her, and himself. To prove that he could be. But as he stared down the dirty hallway with god knows how many germs and viruses lurking in every nook and cranny and not to mention the leper’s voice calling to him again, he sure didn’t feel brave.
“Guys,” he mumbles, turning to find the door begin to close. “Guys!”
SLAM
The door separating him and his friends at the end of that long hallway had slammed shut. The noise breaks the others from their trance-like state and they whip around to find they are trapped inside, and worse; Eddie is not with them. Eddie’s terrified screams only bring their further to the edge and they fight harder against the door to no avail.
“Guys! Guys!” They hear him call out.
“Eddie!” Richie cries out, his heart pounding dangerously fast.
“What the fuck?!” His hoarse voice tears through the air, muffled by the door separating themselves from their friend.
Eddie nears the door, only feet away from the barrier keeping him from his friends when he comes to a screeching halt. The floor in between him and the room had suddenly caved in, one by one the wooden slats peel away to reveal a giant hole leading to the kitchen below - a hole he had barely missed by only the skin of his teeth. He looked down below in shock as he struggled to catch his balance - his knees wobbled terribly at the sight - and while he had not taken the fall, he felt as if his stomach had.
He tries desperately to slow his rapid breathing, and before he can even think of what to do next, he feels a bony hand grip his shoulder and just as fast an icy chill shoots down his spine. Eddie feels a light tug from the hand that turns him around and he can feel the exhaust of each gaunt finger at the simple gesture. It’s face is somewhat lost in the dark but It is unmistakable; the same face, the same monster that terrorized him before. Pools of excess spit dribble out of a hole in It’s cheek as It’s one foggy and cataract eye drinks up the sight of fear in the boy.
“Time to take your pill, Eddie.” It taunts.
It all becomes too much for Eddie, and for the briefest of seconds, he feels as if his heartbeat is so fast it is almost nonexistent. He is suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of light-headedness - or at the very least, he is only just now recognizing it - and suddenly his vision darkens. Only one thing is strong enough to pull him back to earth before he falls under once more; an explosion of pain on his head and back as piles of wood crumble beneath him, prodding his skin. Eddie is given only moments of consciousness to realize he is back on the first floor, his arm and back in searing pain and he has crash-landed on the kitchen table below.
The last thing Eddie hears before he feels the deep pull of sleep is the shrill beep from his watch.
Time to take his pills.
On the other side of the door, a panicked trio of Losers claw at the seemingly jammed door. Bill wrestles with the doorknob and Beverly begins looking around the room for things to use to bust down the door. Meanwhile, Richie stumbles numbly back, fear and panic gripping his heart at the raucous going on outside the door. And how Eddie was all alone.
Richie!
His head turns sharply at the sudden call of his name, grabbing his attention. But what held it captive, was the familiarity of the voice. He knew it was impossible, and just about the stupidest fucking thing to believe given the circumstances. The idea that his best friend had somehow made his away around the door and into the room and had decided here of all places would be the perfect time to pull a page of the Tozier handbook and pull a fast one on him to lighten the mood. It was ridiculous, but it was a far more palatable reality than the alternative he faced. That Eddie was trapped in the hallway alone and in grave danger, quite possibly in pain. Or worse. And yet, he had no clue. All he knew is he heard his best friend and the only logical thing was to go to him.
Come here, Richie. Came Eddie’s hoarse sounding voice, followed by a dry cackle.
Adrenaline was pumping fast through his veins, and his legs trembled something awful, but this did not stop him from striding quickly across the room as he followed the source of the voice. Around the corner, was another door, this one wide open that displayed a limited view of what looked to be a storage room upon first glance. Several figures cloaked in faded white rags, covered in dust and cobwebs filled the ill-lit room, and yet he still managed to make out the sudden burst of movement of a small frame scurrying from one hiding spot to another.
“Eddie,” He breathes, less than relieved and treads inside. “Eddie!”
Richie receives no reply, but he does not let this stop him from his search, nor does it calm his spiked nerves.
"Eddie,” Richie hisses to the now seemingly empty room. “where the fuck are you? We’re not playing hide-n-seek, dipshit!”
On the other side of the room, Beverly - who was nearing her defeat in her search for a ramming device of some sort, had only just noticed Richie’s absence.
“Richie?” She calls, trailing across the room, a curious Bill on her heels. “Richie-?”
Having heard her calls, Richie turns quickly on his heels to find Beverly just outside the door in the other room, a look of relief flashing across her face and even Bill comes into view. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing for sure what he is seeing is a true familiar face and he can feel himself coming to his senses. He wastes no time in heading for the door, but just as suddenly as it had happened with Eddie, the door began to close.
“Richie! Richie!” Beverly calls, pounding and punching the wooden frame, no longer bothering to look for something to do it for her. “Richie, are you okay?!”
“Guys,” He yelped, his sweaty palms struggling to twist the jammed brass knob to no avail. “come on, open the door!”
“What’s going on? Rich!” Bill pleas, his arms growing sore from his fruitless fight, but he doesn’t give in. “Richie! Open the door, come on!”
Richie, who had resorted to tugging on the handle until his arms weakened called out once more, hoping his voice would reach them.
“I can’t!” He cries, his head whipping over his shoulder and he squints up at the new flickering blue fluorescence above him. “I- I fucking can’t!”
No matter his efforts against the jammed door, all Richie could really do was watch helplessly as he slowly drowned in his fear. The frightened cries of his friends now lost in the thunderstorm that was his own dangerously fast heartbeat. All sound was lost to him it seemed, that was until he heard the eerie sound of what he could only describe as several curtains dropping at once. Against his better judgment, he turned to face the room he was now trapped in and the pounding of his heart was no longer the problem. Scattered across the dimly lit room, illuminated by the pale and flickering lights were dozens upon dozens of clown figurines of varying sizes, all staring directly and unmistakably at Richie.
“Oh, shit,” he mutters, mouth running dry and his breath ragged.
The voices of his friends have since disappeared altogether, or maybe this thing just doesn’t want him to hear them. He can’t tell which is worse in the spur of the moment, that is until he can hear the snickering high pitched laughter of the many painted porcelain faces staring back at him. It’s not real, he tries to remind himself. He just needs to get back to Bill and Bev and then go find Eddie, but when he turns back around, he finds his path is blocked and he jumps back with a frightened yelp.
Standing propped up against the door, at about half his height was another porcelain clown, with cockeyed eyes and a wild painted grin. He found himself stumbling into the center of the room, now feeling more trapped than ever as he gazes around at the taunting figures surrounding him. One wooden clown, that stood just inches taller than him and its hand extended suddenly became the center of Richie’s attention.
It’s not real, it’s all just some fucked up trick.
Slowly, he reached out, his confidence slowly returning and taps the hollow wooden cheek of the white-face clown. Nothing.
Richie releases a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, and for a moment he thought he could almost laugh. Almost.
“Stupid clowns.”
No sooner does the sound of cloth hitting the floor echo in his ears, and just as fast his one measly scrap of confidence evaporates into the air. He turns to find at the very end of the room, what had been previously hidden under the final cloth tarp; a coffin. With a shrill, one chilling creak it rises open to reveal his own missing poster. And sprawled over it, and all across the baby blue moth-eaten fabric lining was a single five-letter word painted in blood.
FOUND
“Oh, fuck,”
His legs nearly buckled, and yet they still carried him forward towards the open coffin. His widened eyes never broke contact with the open casket, had they, and he just might have spotted the wandering heads of the clowns that followed his every move. As he approached, he prepared himself for whatever horror he was about to face. His mind even managed to conjure up several stomach-turning images before he could reach the thing, all far too horrible a thought to have conjured himself. And he wondered for a moment if the Clown was putting these awful thoughts in his brain. Or was It, and the fear It created in him just unlocking the darkest corners of his own mind?
What did lie in the coffin was something small, cloaked in a black veil of some sort and yet it still managed to keep his heart pounding. Just like a band-aid, he told himself. Taking another deep breath, once again preparing for the worst, he pulled the cloth off to reveal a small, marionette figurine… Of himself. It was made to look like it was rotting, and it sure was succeeding. It’s eyes were glazed over, nearly all white and his mouth was stitched closed. But what made his stomach lurch was the many patches in its face filled with real maggots, squirming and squelching and Richie could even swear he could smell the corpse rotting.
“Ugh!” Richie groaned.
Though he had to say he was in the least bit relieved, it was far less gruesome than he had expected, more disgusting than terrifying he couldn’t help but think. It was enough to make even him nauseous, and he always thought he had the stronger stomach out of his friends. He could practically hear Eddie gagging.
The very thought snapped him back to reality. Eddie. He needed to get the hell out of here so he could find Eddie.
With a definitive huff, he slams the coffin door shut.
BAM
The casket flies open and a sudden and elongated blur of silver and orange soars out and up to the ceiling, a sharp and maniac screech piercing the air. Richie stumbles back with a scream of his own and he watches on in sheer terror as Clown falls back down to earth, landing perched on the now-closed coffin and towering over Richie. It’s twisted smile grows, and the arch of where It’s eyebrows should be perk halfway up to It’s copper hairline creating a taunting snarl.
Reaching out one gloved hand, It moves as if to honk an invisible horn at the boy and It’s wicked grin only grows wider. “Beep beep, Richie.”
Before he can even blink, he is running for his life. No sooner had it spoke was It leaping through the air and charging after him. Unhinging It’s jaw, It lets out an impossibly shrill and ear-splitting roar of anger as It lunges after Richie, long arms growing in length as It reaches out to snatch him up. Richie spares a glance behind him, knowing he is about to run out of the room when to his great surprise the door swings suddenly open, and Bill’s arm stretches in and pulls him out.
Despite his current situation, Richie cannot believe his luck. He barrels over, swallowing air in heaps with his hands gripped tightly above his knees and hoping they don’t buckle.
“Let’s get outta here,” Bill stammered.
A soft thump from the adjoining room shifted their attention to a shabby, threadbare mattress that began to shake vigorously - they could barely make out a familiar giggle from inside. And at its center, a lump grew from inside the mattress until one of many weak seams finally gave way, splitting open to reveal the face a friend they had been searching for.
Their jaws hit the floor at the sight of a disheveled and even somewhat decomposing Eddie, who looked at the three friends with a glint of mischief.
“Wanna play loogie?”
Thick, inky black sludge began to pour from his mouth, staining the mattress as well as their minds. The projection of Eddie let out a deep, primal grunt and he began to vibrate unnaturally as the grunts evolved into a crazed cackle before his head disappeared back into the mattress. All the while, the black sludge had begun to spread; seeping out from under the mattress and onto the floor, slowly inching for their feet and burning anything it touched.
Down on the first-floor kitchen, the real Eddie springs up, awoken by his adrenaline and he looks around the room. In less than moments, the entirety of his pain of injury returns and he looks down at right arm that lays limply in his lap. He is repulsed at the sight when he realizes why it looks so wrong. It had snapped clean in two, and his lower forearm dangled weakly when he attempted to cradle it. He winced as he did so, excruciating amounts of pain flaring up and it took everything in his power not to vomit. Though this time, he was unsure if it was out of disgust or pain.
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! How would he ever explain this to his mother? That is if even got out alive! What was he going to do?
Eddie was far too caught up in his panic to notice the gloved hand that shot out from inside the fridge. That is until It began drumming It’s fingers against the metal exterior of the fridge, creating a chilling rhythmic tap, tap, tap that diverted his attention. His head shoots up in time to see the refrigerator door slowly creak open. For one short instance, he can’t make anything out inside, though that quickly becomes a desirable advantage when he finally spots a crooked lanky arm unfold onto the floor revealing the crooked and twisted face that had cornered him here only weeks ago.
A sinister cackle echoed from the fridge as limb by limb, the gargantuan figure untangles Itself from the fridge and comes to tower over Eddie’s small frame. The boy draws back in terror as the clown dips into a bow, and It’s puffy white cheeks peel back into a mocking leer that revealed It’s several sharp teeth.
“Time to float!”
It’s voice, despite its low octave, was light and mocking. The voice It always used in this form, It’s favorite form: Pennywise.
He steps forward, his long and lanky arms began shifting side to side in a stiff and stilted manner as He stalked forward towards his prey. All Eddie could bring himself to do was crawl back to the best of his ability, swallowing a dangerous amount of air in the form of choked gasps. Finding this amusing, Pennywise puts on an exaggerated frown and begins to feign a gasp, mocking Eddie as It pretends to stumble.
All the while, the black sludge surrounding Beverly, Bill and Richie only grow closer to their toes. Subconsciously sweeping them back with her arms, Beverly turns on her heels and goes head for the door, the boys following her lead. However, they each stop short, shocked at the least to see not one but three doors in their path. They were each labeled, painted in what one could only assume to be blood, and each drop of excess liquid slowly crept up to the ceilings as if gravity had been reversed. From right to left, they read; ’Very Scary’, ’Scary’, and ’Not Scary At All’.
· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·
Eddie’s back hit one of the larger scraps of wood - what was left of the kitchen table - indicating he could go no further. He nearly jumped out of his skin when in the blink of an eye, Pennywise was within inches of himself. His tuffs of copper hair - normally swirling out in even sweeps, now mucky and mangled as it hung closer to his rotted face. In an act of bravery, and all the strength he can muster under such terror, Eddie begins to swat at the clown’s face, batting him away in an act of defiance.
Pennywise snatches the boy’s wrist with an iron grip, bringing it close to his jowls and pretends to eat Eddie’s hand. He giggled delightfully at his clever antics, oh what fun! And the squeals this meal was capable!
· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·
Beverly met eyes with both Richie and Bill, knowing a decision had to be made. And it was unanimous. The three children scrambled for the door marked Not Scary At All, Bev is the one to reach the handle first and she rips the door open to find nothing but shadows. A hoarse whisper carries through the air, bringing goosebumps to their skin, all the while, the sizzling goo was creeping dangerously close to their feet.
“Where’s my shoe?”
Spotting the metal chain dangling only feet from his face, Bill reaches forward and pulls the chord illuminating the small space and the ghastly sight within. Betty Ripsom’s bloodied and bruised body was suspended from above, hanging by her wrists as she was left to bleed out from the gaping and shredded stump where her torso ended, and her waist and legs had been torn off. Her mucky and tangled hair hung over her face but parted soon as she limply lifted her head revealing the gathering terror on her face.
A horrible shriek left her lips, eliciting one from each Loser respectively. Richie lurched forward, swinging the door shut and collapsing on it, panting heavily with a wild look in his eye.
“Where the fuck were her legs?!” He screams, eyes falling to the sludge creeping up on his friends. “Holy shit, what the fuck was that?!”
“T-T-This is-isn’t real,” Bill reminds, shaking his head and grasping Richie’s shoulders. “R-remember the m-missing kid p-poster! That wasn’t r-real, so this isn’t real.”
Beverly nods feverishly, trying her best not to pay no attention to the sludge. Bill was right.
“You can’t let It get to you,” Bev urges, locking eyes with the boy. “It’s toying with us, all of us. But we can change that.”
· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·
“Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear!” The clown cried with glee, spit dribbling from his lips and onto Eddie.
Eddie convulsed with revulsion, his face barely able to scrunch up in disgust in the iron grip the clown held him in. He choked back sobs as the clown smiled. His eyes had turned to a yellow that glowed harsh bright light amidst a darkness like two headlights tailing you in the night on an old back road. And his smile was so sharp and sudden, so unnaturally pointed. And then, those gaping yellow eyes, the haunting headlights, rolled back into his enlarged - was it enlarging? - skull and his jaw unhinged revealing his rows and rows of thorny teeth. Like hundreds of little white needles that would surely tear his flesh apart and Eddie was sure of it. He was sure this was the end of him.
· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·
“Come on. Ready?” Bill asked, the three of them facing the door.
“NO!” Scoffed the Tozier boy.
“Let’s go!” Beverly rallied, ripping the door open.
Disgruntled, Pennywise turned from his meal. Like a wolf in It’s den, It could hear, It could sense - It could smell - the company.
A sigh a great relief swept through the three friends as they saw the disheveled and grossly unsanitary hallway. Something they never thought they’d be grateful to see and Richie felt one of many large weights had been lifted from his chest.
“Oh, thank fuck.”
But the moment was cut far too short when Beverly begged the question he had previously been asking.
“But where’s Eddie?”
“Help!” Eddie! “Help!”
Pennywise’s gloved hand moves to cover the child’s screams, only managing to muffle his cries. All the while, It’s rotund head still angled away and physically, It’s eyes are fixed on the kitchen door, and yet It knows the boy’s friends are coming for him.
“Eddie!”
The door is thrown open, Richie, Beverly, and Bill come stumbling in. They all gasp at the sight of the disheveled clown hunched over their friend, hand now pinned around Eddie’s throat. Displeased, he turns to glare at the interruption, yet a glint of amusement lingers in It’s soulless eyes.
“Holy fuck,” Richie mutters breathlessly, eyes shifting away quickly. “Eddie!”
His exaggerated lip began to quiver as he looked to Bill, his voice growing high and shrill as he so easily put on an expression of pain.
“This isn’t real enough for you, Billy? I’m not real enough for you?”
“Oh, shit,”
A malicious smile painted the clown’s face, curling his mouth.
“It was real enough for Georgie!” He jeered.
An odious cackle erupted from Pennywise at Bill’s reaction, and it took only seconds for it to turn to a hideous roar as he lunged across the room in a hazy silver blur. It was their turn to stare death in the eyes - more specifically for Bev, Bill, and Richie - death was in the form of a heinous clown. A rallied cry tore through the air as swiftly and cleanly as the fence iron rod was driven through It’s eye so suddenly. Everyone in the room gaped at Y/n as she uncurled her trembling hands from the spike, blood floating out of It’s eye and up towards the ceiling. The rest of the Losers stumbled inside, mouths agape to see the wounded monster wailing meekly at It’s new wound. It was distracted, for the time being.
“Eddie!” Y/n cried, shuffling around the hunched figure, motioning for her friends to follow. “Guys, help me get him out!”
No one wasted any time, and Bill, Richie, and Bev managed to maneuver around pennywise and scurried to the floor to help. Mike, Ben, and Stan stood frozen in the entryway, unable to help.
“Eddie, come on!”
“Eddie!”
“Get up!”
In their fright, not one Loser could hear one another, each scream overlapping the other in a mad scramble to get Eddie out. But Eddie couldn’t bring himself to move, the shock of it all was gripping, and he was much too afraid of what would happen if his eyes left the clown for even a moment. Bill quickly caught on, and he turned his head to see Pennywise’s arched back slowly straightening, a deep growl rumbling It’s chest.
“Oh, fuck!” Richie gasped at the sight, looking back over at Eddie as he tugged at his one good arm. “we gotta get outta here!”
With a flourish, Pennywise turned on his heel halfway in a bow, and even then he towered over the Losers. The spike had gone clear through his head and was protruding through his left cheek, his growl deepened and he rose to his full height as he stalked forward. Dribble was once again pooling at his lip, and nothing but a fiery rage was left in It’s one good eye, fixed on It’s newest target. But she was too focused on Eddie, and getting him up. Beverly stood over her and Richie, groaning in fright and tugging frantically at her best friend’s shirt.
“Get Eddie! Let’s go!”
“Eddie, come on! NOW!”
“Guys!” He wailed.
Y/n, who was all too aware of the It’s presence, finally turned around to see It inching closer. She locked eyes with the monster and tuning out the overlapping screams of her friends became easy when she did so. Because all her mind could handle at once was the fear, the very fact she and her friends were in danger and she just pissed this thing off even more. It was coming for her first, that was easy enough to know. Though she trembled with fear, she shifted her frame in front of her friends, shielding them to the best of her ability.
It merely snarled at her, amused at her ply but far more tickled by It’s own countermove. A horrible cracking elicited from It’s hunched figure, and everyone - apart from Richie who was hellbent on assuring Eddie’s attention was on him instead - watched as the clown transformed. It’s arms began to grow, now sagging on the floor as It’s knuckles dragged through the leaves. And It’s torso had thinned to impossible proportions, It’s hunched and bony back ripping away the seams on It’s satin costume. And of course the eyes, the same eyes that haunted her that night and every night since.
And yet she didn’t move.
Not as he taunted her, with cruel, strikingly similarities as that night - the boogeyman towering over her trembling form. Nor did she move when he lurched forward with a shriek, a desperate, last resort jump scare that worked on her friends. But not her, she refused. Refused to let him know he got to her, or even admit to herself that he got to her. But he did, all too easily. Y/n looked up at the dark chasms where his eyes once were, were two glowing yellow iris now resided, and she waited. Waited for the final blow and for this all to be over. When it finally came, she had expected it to be directed at her but had hit Ben instead.
Turning suddenly, the iron rod protruding from It’s cheek had caught the flesh of Ben’s stomach, tearing it open. He collapsed back into Mike’s arms with a painful wail, Stan running to his side. All the while, Pennywise turned to look at the eight petrified children and cackled weakly at the small feat. Taking a bow, It backed out of the room, retreating into the shadows and back to It’s hideout. Everyone was in a state of shock, Mike and Stan were fussing over Ben. Richie and Y/n now doing the same with Eddie while Beverly trembled in horror, hand clamped over her mouth to stop her screams from breaking through. But Bill, he only grew more frantic and he rose to his feet and made a mad dash for the door.
“Don’t let him get away!”
“Bill! Where the fuck are you going?!”
At that moment, Bill didn’t care his friends hadn’t followed. He had to make sure the bastard didn’t escape. He followed the clown and found himself descending a rickety staircase, not unlike the one in his basement. That’s when he spotted the well. And more importantly the two lanky claws gripping the stone ledge and the disappearing glance of the clowns head and glowing red irises vanishing into the well.
“BILL! GET BACK HERE, WE HAVE TO HELP THEM!” It was Y/n’s voice, and Bill was certain he had never heard her so certain.
“NO! NO!” Eddie cried, looking around at all his friends as they grabbed for his arm.
Bill has to pull himself from his trance, promising himself this wasn’t the end and scrambled back up the steps back to his friends. He quickly joined their side, and for the first time, he got a good look at Eddie’s arm. He felt as if he could just about puke. Richie looked at him nervously, his hands trembling and a stutter of his own taking over.
“I-I-I’m gonna, I’m gonna snap your arm back into place!”
Anger flashed in Eddie’s eyes, and he shook his head with fervor. “DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
Ignoring Eddie’s protests, Richie attempted to calm his nerves and prepare himself, all the while the rest of the group beginning to panic. Even Mike, and Stan were drawn to their cries, having been wrapped up in Ben.
“Okay, one,”
“Do not touch me!”
“Eddie, squeeze my hand,” Y/n ordered over the commotion, extending her palm but he shook his head.
“Two,”
Cries of protest echoed across the room and finally, Y/n quickly grabbed the Eddie’s one good hand, closing her eyes and turning away knowing what was inevitably to come.
“Three!”
Everyone heard the sickening crunch of Eddie’s bones shifting, yelling out in disgust but none compared to Eddie’s pained howl. Y/n grimaced at Eddie’s surprisingly strong grip, and she did her best to swallow the bile creeping up at the horrible sound. Remembering all too quickly where they were, she jumped to her feet. Her and Richie helped the boy up and once they were assured Ben was able to move, the eight Losers fled for the exit.
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Happy Birthday @jessiembruno
Wacky Drabble 32: Papi Had A Rollin Stone
Prompt: I never lied to you.
Liam, Jessica, Leo, and Drake
It’s been a loooooong time since I wrote one of these. I just had to make time for this lovely friend who I first read and met when we were among only a handful who posted the very first wacky drabbles for @emceesynonymroll last summer
Jessie gave me ideas for plots and scenarios she wanted me to write for her…mostly revolving around, her Leo, who I freaking adore. It will not be anywhere close to as good or funny as she writes Leo, but I gave it my best effort. The best I could guess when it comes to writing for him is, anything goes. If it popped into my head, I had none of my usual reservations and just typed it out…lol
Jess, you are one of the sweetest and funniest people I’ve met here. I’m so glad to call you a friend. I hope you have an awesome birthday!!!
***This was soooo inspired by a FRIENDS episode and some of the dialogue comes from it, with some creative differences to accommodate Drake and Leo’s part. (The One Where Phoebe Gives Birth).
THE PALACE–CORDONIA
Liam had grown tired of the neverending, annoying pregnancy symptoms. Nine months of mood swings, weird midnight cravings, stealing his shirts because nothing else fit anymore, waking up at all hours of the night because of a bad dream about the baby, and the constant crying at the drop of a hat.
Leo had become too much.
When it came to pregnant Jessica, Liam would bend over backward to make her comfortable; he was surprised that he rarely had to. She possessed that strong Garcia blood in her veins with a tenacity and strength that left him in awe of her.
Leo, however, had become an even bigger pain in his ass since Jessica announced her pregnancy. From the beginning, Leo had inserted himself into every facet of the pregnancy; from claiming equal importance, referred to the baby as “our baby,“ fought with him over feeling the baby’s first kicks, and considered Liam – the baby’s father – the third wheel.
Sympathy pains were just one of his latest nuisances to pop up.
Liam walked back to his quarters after a long, arduous day in the office. He was exhausted from a lack of sleep after Leo woke him up last night with indigestion. Liam questioned why Leo would enter his quarters, walked past the kitchen and awakened him for a glass of milk at midnight. Apparently, Leo wanted to also be held and reassured the baby would be okay. Jessica offered to get up with him but Liam insisted she stay in bed and rest and he would take care of his brother. He really wanted to take care of his brother.
Leo cried to him for three hours, wondering if he was still desirable and sexy before he finally fell asleep on the couch.
Liam wanted the old Leo back … the one who used his credit card to buy everyone at that Greek bar a drink without him knowing, who got him sloppy drunk and married him off to a stranger – that he also had a threesome with that bride on the same night – who had caught Liam masturbating into Jessica’s shoe while he cried his eyes out over her. He would gladly take back that Leo. This newest Leo was weird as fuck.
Liam pulled out the key card to his quarters, swiped it through the keypad, and had just opened the door when he heard his name being called from behind him. A member of the maintenance staff approached with several white take-out bags stuffed with styrofoam containers.
“What is all this?” Liam asked curiously of the elder man who he once caught in the laundry room with Regina, holding two large hamsters and a container of Crisco.
“Sir, I have a DoorDash from … let me seeee … Pickled Pink, for Queen Jessica and Prince Leo.” The man shifted the large bags around in his arms then passed the heavy load over to Liam.
Liam looked over the bags that he struggled to carry in his arms and hoped Jessica’s pelvis was wide enough to birth their inevitable 30-pound baby after eating all this food. His pants started to tighten just thinking about Jessica’s even more curvaceous hips. A lot more cushion meant even tighter pushin. The guard noticed and began to wonder if it was he who was making the king salivate and bulge in his pants.
”Your Majesty,” he stated with a suggestive tone, “I’ve got a couple of minutes to burn if you wanna … you know.” The maintenance man repeatedly thrust his tongue into the inside of his cheek and wiggled his eyebrows.
“GOD NO!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! AND STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY LAUNDRY ROOM!”
While doing a balancing act with Leo and Jessica’s DoorDash, Liam turned and nudged the door open with his shoulder. After entering his quarters, he turned the corner into the living room.
“Squeeze … hold … release … and squeeze … hold … release …”
Liam’s eyes went wide when he saw Leo and Jessica sitting on the floor, their backs leaned against the front of the couch and their legs stretched out in front of them. Scattered around them were several empty containers of Chinese, boxes of pizzas, what appeared to be Dorito taco bowls, bags of peanut M&M’s dispersed across the floor, and half-empty glasses of strawberry milkshakes.
With their eyes closed in full concentration mode, they hadn’t noticed Liam was standing there, glaring at them in bewilderment.
Leo’s measured voice continued to call out. “Squeeze … and hold … and release …”
“What the fuck happened in here and what are you two doing?”
Leo’s eyes popped open and he looked to his younger brother, answering matter-of-factly. “Just what it looks like, pendejo - we’re doing our Kegels.”
Liam furrowed his brow. “Leo … you don’t have a … uhh …”
Leo rolled his eyes and huffed exaggeratingly. “Don’t need it; Papi Chulo likes to keep the Big Mushroom thick and robust. Watch what I can do.” Leo leaned over to the end table and picked up a paperweight. He placed it on the crotch of his gym shorts, moved his hands to the side, and started moving it up and down with only his carajo. “I can lift a brick with this power tool … pretty impressive, huh? Ohhh is that my fried pickles?
Liam grimaced and shook his head – somewhat in disgust of watching his brother power lift his great-grandfather’s paperweight with his dick, and the other part from the increased food consumption.
“You ordered all 10 of these fried pickle containers for yourself?”
“God, Liam, no! Do you think I’m some kind of animal? One of them is for Jessica.”
“Yeah, that’s … that’s much better.” Liam replied sardonically before he dropped all of the bags onto Leo’s lap and watched in disgust as he and Jessica began to ravage through them.
Liam slid a pizza box to the side and cleared a path of garbage to walk over to Jessica, who smiled at him with a mouthful of fried pickles. He bent down and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead. “Kegels, huh?” He smirked a twinkle in his bright blue eyes, getting charged over the prospect of her tightness around him. “I’ll try to forget the fact that you’re doing them with … my brother.”
Jessica chewed and swallowed hard, while Liam’s thumb wiped the ranch dressing from the corner of her mouth. “He’s a good workout partner, Liam. Drake never wants to do Kegels with me anymore.”
Leo laughed out loud with a mouthful of food that flew everywhere. “That’s because Drake is already a pussy!”
Liam crouched down beside Jessica and took hold of both of her greasy hands. “Come on, love, let’s get you off the floor and somewhere more comfortable.”
As Liam pulled her up from the floor, Jessica felt a gush of fluid stream down her legs, leaving a very visible wet mark down the insides of her yoga pants.
Jessica peeked down and saw the remnants of wetness left behind. She looked back up at Liam. “Shit! I think my water just broke!!”
Without warning or hesitation, a frantic Leo tossed his food aside, jumped up, and shoved Liam out of the way. “Oh, God! It’s HAPPENING!! The baby is coming now?! I haven’t sterilized the apartment yet! We haven’t checked the durability of your nipples! The mucus plug is still intact! How will the baby come out now?!?! Oh, the fucken humanity!!!” Leo glanced down to the ground where a stunned Liam was hunched over on all fours. “Dammit! Liam now isn’t the time to lay around! Call for a fucken car … our baby is coming!!”
“LEO!!!” Liam shouted while he pushed himself up from the floor and wrapped his arms protectively around Jessica.
Liam instructed Leo to get Drake and have the white Navigator ready out front while he took Jess upstairs to change and clean up.
Leo nodded to Liam, called him a jizzslobber, and agreed to do exactly as he was told. After Leo ran and slid out the door of his quarters, Liam pulled the phone from the inside of his suit pocket and hit the contact for Bastien. “Bastien, I need you to meet Jessica and me in the black Navigator parked in the service garage, ASAP.”
Jessica rubbed her hands over her swollen tummy as she walked with Liam up the stairs and turned to him “I thought you told Leo we were taking the white one?”
Liam grinned wide. “Change of plans, my love.”
SERVICE GARAGE-PALACE
After Liam helped Jessica clean up and change, he grabbed their hospital bag and climbed inside the black SUV where Bastien was waiting. Just as they pull out of the gates, Leo and Drake popped their heads up from the third-row seat. “AHA!!! I knew it!!”
Startled, Liam twisted around to face him. “Leo! What the fuck are you doing in here? I told you to get the white SUV.”
Leo crossed his arms on the back of Liam’s seat and sneered at him. “I knew you were trying to pull some fast shit. You didn’t look me in the eyes, little brother, and you were squirmy as fuck. Everyone knows that’s the telltale sign of lying. I’ve never lied to you, except that one time I told you it was Drake that left the KY jelly and anal plug in your office desk. They were mine. Besides, Jessica texted me and told me your plan about the switcheroo. The lies keep piling up, Liam. It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
Liam clenched his jaw and turned to Jessica. “Why would you tell him that, love?”
Jessica shrugged. “He’s my focal point for breathing. I need him.”
Drake ran a hand down his face and spoke up. “How the fuck did I get dragged into this? I swear to God if I see your snatch, Garcia, I’m gonna fucken annihilate your focal point.”
Liam snapped his head toward Drake and gawked. “NO ONE IS SEEING JESSICA’S … PRIVATE AREA!”
Leo flicked his hand dismissively and patted Jessica on the shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, Jess. Remember … listen to my voice … find your inner sanctum … your aura perimeter…ooohhhhhmmmm.” He closed his eyes and placed his hands near both sides of his head with his middle fingers touching his thumbs. “Oohhhhmmmmm …”
Drake smacked a hand to his own forehead before he shouted, “Bastien!! Let me out of this fucken SUV! I’m not listening to this fucken shit all the way there. I’ll fucken walk the rest of the way.”
Before Bastien could acknowledge him, Jessica plunged forward and clutched her stomach. “Owwwww! I think I’m having a contraction!!!”
This only made Leo go louder. “OOOHHHHHHMMMMMMM.”
Liam reached for Jessica’s hand and squeezed it tighter. “It’s okay, love. I’m here. Listen to MY voice.”
It was a continuous cycle of, “Ooohhhmmm”s” and “Owwww’’s” and “Let me the fuck outs” and “It’s okay, my love’s” all the way to the hospital.
CORDONIA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
The SUV pulled into the private entrance of the hospital where paparazzi were already waiting.
Liam stepped out, cursing to himself over the assumed leak to the press, and helped Jessica slide out his side of the vehicle.
Bastien and Drake immediately began shuffling the crowds to the side and yelling at them to get back.
Leo followed closely behind Jessica and Liam and reached into his pants pocket. “Hey, Liam!” he yelled.
Liam turned to face him. “What?”
Leo threw a pink glitter bomb that landed squarely in the middle of Liam’s chest, which created a sparkly poof of epic proportions around him.
Liam started coughing ferociously and rubbed his itchy eyes. “Leo! You motherfucker! Why in the blue hell did you just do that?” He continued to cough and wipe the shit ton of pink glitter that was plastered on his shirt and spread into his golden hair.
Jessica covered her face while she snickered uncontrollably. “You really got him good, Leo.”
Leo swiped the air around him to avoid the tiny particles of glitter floating through the breeze. “Look, man, it was getting entirely too serious back there. Jessica and my gummy bear need a stress free aura perimeter. See how happy she looks now?”
Jessica picked a piece of the glitter off her tongue and wiped it on Liam’s shirt: “I do feel happier now that my aura perimeter has become more sparkly. Thanks, Leo!”
Leo stood taller and winked at his brother. “Told ya!”
Liam shook his head and let out a heavy, sigh. “Let’s just get in here … and both of you leave your damn aura perimeters outside!”
MATERNITY WING –EXAM ROOM
Inside the exam room, Jessica was dressed in a hospital gown and laid on the bed hooked up to the monitors. Liam was at one side stroking her hair, and of course, Leo was on the other side drawing faces with boobs on balloons he made of out of latex gloves and assigned each one hooker names from Cordonian nobles. Musty Madeleine, Hootered Hana, and Deepthroat Savannah. The last one was, Choke-A-Bitch Bertrand – their spoon lovin pimp.
Jessica felt another sharp pain spread across her stomach and bore down harder onto Liam’s hand. “ FUCK!!!! THIS HURTS!!!”
Liam’s face fell into her busting cleavage and yelped, “ Love, my hand..my hand…my hand!”
Leo was getting frustrated by the wait and swept aside his lineup of rubber hookers and the one peculiar-looking pimp. “Wheres the fucken doctor at? Gummy bear could be coming out right now and no one is here to catch her. I guess I’ll have to save our baby!! Leo shuffled to the end of the bed and started to lift the sheet that draped over Jessica’s leg before Liam yelled for him to stop.
“Fucken Liam! You’re supposed to be ohming and not yelling at me!”
“Fuck your ohhhmm bullshit, Leo! It’s stupid anyway.”
Leo shifted his posture and took a more defensive stance. “Take it back Liam…I mean it.”
“Go ohm yourself, Leo.”
Jessica gripped the sides of her bed and yelled out, “IM STILL IN PAIN!!! AHHHHH!”
Leo suddenly felt a ripping pain and grasped his lower stomach before he fell to his knees. “AHHHHHHH! What the hell is that?”
Liam massaged soothing circles over Jessica’s arm, deliberately ignoring the fact that Leo had just crumpled to the floor. “Sweetheart, I love you so much, just breathe through the pain.”
Leo cried out, “I’m trying, but it’s not helping…ahhhhhh!!”
Liam had become frustrated with Leo long before this day began but now felt he was taking these sympathy pains to the extreme.
Drake knocked on the door and slowly inched his way in while covering his eyes with his hand. “ Everything okay, you guys? Thought I heard a fucken hyena in here.”
Leo tried to stand, but the pain ripped through him even more, causing him to lurch back to the ground. “ Ahhh! It’s this pain in my lower stomach. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked that cashier in a White Castle bathroom without a rubber!!!”
Liam could tell by his brother’s writhing in the fetal position on the floor that he really was in a lot of pain. On the flip side, this would be the perfect opportunity to get Leo the hell out of here. He cleared his throat, “Drake, would you mind taking Leo to get checked out? I’m really concerned about him.”
Drake lowered the hand that covered his eyes and his gaze immediately fell on Leo. “You gotta be fucken kidding me? There’s nothing wrong with this douchebag that a few days worth of strong antibiotics and ointments wouldn’t clear up.”
“NO! I have to be here for the birth of our baby! If she sees Liam’s ass chin before I can prepare her, the results could be disastrous!”
Liam scrunched up his face and placed a finger over his chin. He didn’t have an ass chin and had no idea what the hell Leo was talking about. With a desperate look in his eyes, he turned to his oldest friend. “Please, Drake.”
Drake pinched his nose for a moment then dropped his hand to his side to reluctantly approach Leo and help him up. “Fuck it! Come on.” He placed one of Leo’s arms around his neck then Drake wrapped his arm around the sides of his waist and led him to the door; Leo shouted Spanish, and what sounded like a cricket in his ear the entire way. As they made their way past Liam, Leo stopped long enough to give his brother some last-minute advice before he parted. “She’s not wearing a bra or panties right now, hombre. I packed an extra shoe in her bag in case your kinky ass needs to choke your monkey. Kapeesh?”
CORDONIA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL-EMERGENCY ROOM
Leo was lying partially on his side, holding his stomach, while Drake stood next to the head of his hospital bed. A doctor studied an x-ray that hung to a viewer on the far wall, then flipped the light off of it, removed the film and turned to face Leo and Drake.
Leo glared at the doctor, “What is it, doctor? You can tell me. I can take it…is it The Clap? Its the Clap isn’t it? Oh God! I got The Clap, Drake!! Why does all the bad shit happen to me?”
“Don’t talk to me, Leo,” Drake groaned.
The doctor inched closer to the men, “Mr. Rhys…its not..the clap…I’m afraid you have kidney stones.”
“What? Kidney stones? Is that like slang for Gonorrhea?”
“No, sir. Its slang for kidney stones.”
Leo returned a half-hearted smile. “Doctor…Wh…what else could it be?”
“Kidney stones.”
“Orrrr?”
“Kidney stones.”
“But if it was something else…”
Drake had finally had enough of the back-and-forth exchange and yelled out, “Its fucken kidney stones Leo! You’ve got rocks in your pee-pee man!”
Leo’s eyes widened and his gaze went from Drake and back to the doctor.” Is that true? How do I get them out doc? I can’t be smashing some chics ass with rocks weighing down my Papi cock, I got a rep to maintain.”
The doctor regarded him thoughtfully. “Ordinarily, we try to break the stones up with shock waves, but yours are too close to the bladder. This means we can either wait for you to pass them … or … we can go up the urethra.
Drake began to chuckle before he clapped Leo on the shoulder. “You are sooo fucked dude.”
Leo shrugged Drake’s hand off of him and shook his head. “FUCK THAT! NOTHING IS GOING UP ANYTHING. UP IS NOT AN OPTION…WAIT…WHATS A URETHRA?
“It’s the hole you piss out of, man.”
Leo’s head snapped back to the doctor. “ ARE YOU FUCKEN CRAZY?!”
30 minutes later
Leo was screaming on the bed while he jerked Drake around in a headlock. “Ohh! Get these things out of me!”
“Breathe! Breathe through the fucken pain, Leo!” Drake instructed while Leo continued to bounce his head around.
“I want the drugs, Drake! I want the drugs!” he cried out while rocking back and forth, taking Drake with him.
“I do too! I do too!”
5 more minutes later
Leo was laying back on his pillow, recovering from one of the most painful experiences of his life as he sought to catch his breath. “Oh my God.”
Drake squeezed Leo’s arm with a look of pride in his eyes. “You did it, man. That was fucken incredible, Leo!”
The doctor approached the two with a small, clear contain that held the two kidney stones Leo had just passed. He shook it in front of him, “Would you like to see them?”
Leo nodded and reached out to take it from him. He held them in front of his face and Drake leaned in closer to get a better look. Leo smiled at them. “They’re so small, Drake.”
A knock on the door pulled the two men from their attention on the tiny, ragged stones Leo held affectionately in his hand. They looked up to see Liam entering the room.
“Hey! I heard what happened. Are you okay, Leo?:
“Yeah. My dick hurts like a motherfucker, but in the end –” he held up the container, “–I have these two little cuties to show for it.”
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Can I have a short fic for the pairing Henry x Joey, please? One where Joey takes Henry on a date to a haunted house?
I had fun writing this one. Thank you for the request!
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The two meet in a coffee shop on there college campus. Henry went there to work on some history assignments that were do this week. He’d found this place was one of the best places to go for peace and quiet, besides the liberal. And it was later the usually for Henry to do his work. The liberal was closed by now so there he went. Joey goes to the coffee shop to get warm up after an investigation if it was cold out. Which it was that night. He would read a book he was on which at that time was a book oh true other worldly stories.
He was on a story about a girl that could talk to the dead, when he looked up and saw this guy his age paying for his coffee He was good looking in a nerdy way. But he was also a nerd to. Joey closed the book and got up, walking over to the guy who was waiting for his coffee.
He leans on the wall next to the guy. “Hey, you waiting for coffee?”
Henry looked at him. “Me?”
Joey nodded. “Yes. Sorry. You waiting?” Joey scratched the back of his own head, nervously.
Henry smiled. “No worries man. Yea I’m waiting for my coffee. Are you?”
“Uh. I uh already drank mine.” Joey pointed to his table, failing miserably to ack cool.
Henry looked at the guys table and sees a book and a mostly empty coffee cup. “Your into that kind of things? Ghost and monsters?” There was no judgment in Henry’s voice. It was all wander.
Joey smiled and nodded. Glad he didn’t bale out by now when Joey was being awkward and glad he wasn’t judging him. “Are you?
Henry shook his head no. “Nah. I never gotten into the paranormal. “He replied. The employee called his name and he grabbed his coffee and they both sat at the table Joey was a few minutes before. “Do you believe in it?”
Joey nodded without a doubt. “Oh yes. I don’t just believe in it. I seen it with my own eyes!” He said passionately. “Do you believe in it?”
Henry took a long moment before shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not really sure. I mean there got to be other..things out there but I never really thought of these stuff, I guess.” Henry sipped his coffee.
“Would you..like to see...?” Joey asked. “There are haunted places around here. I could take you if you like?” Joey offered
”I don’t know..your not gonna murder be and make me become a ghost haunting a house right?” Henry Joked.
Joey chuckled at his joke. “Hmm not sure. I haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”
The two both chuckled for a good minute then Joey turns to him. “ i’m serious. I’ll show you the other side if you want.”
“You know what, Sure. I’ll take you on that offer.” Henry nodded. And that’s how Henry Stain gotten a date at an abandoned haunted house next Saturday.
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On the next following Saturday Henry meet Joey in game room of there dorms rooms. “Are you ready?” Joey ask him once he got there. “You know you can back down at anytime you need to, right?”
Henry nodded. “I got it. I’m ready.”
The two had to sneak around to get off campus. They hide behind walls, ran to the next spot and kept out of the lights so the security guards don’t see them. When they made it off campus they could relax now as they walked to there location.
Henry followed Joey down the side of the road then down a dirt path, leading deeper into the woods. it took a while but they came upon a run down house.
Joey slipped off his bag off his shoulder and unzipped it. “Couple things you should know first Henry. 1: because were you step. Lucky there’s no basement but you have to be careful going up the stairs and walking around. Could be holes or the floor could be ready to cave in.”
Henry nodded. “be careful walking, got it.”
Joey nodded. “2. Because of homeless people. Sometimes they can be aggressive. Be careful with animals to. and last be aware of spirts. If you feel bad of any kind. You tell me and we’re getting out of here.”
The last rule made Henry a lot more nervous but he nodded. “Right..”
Joey pulled out two mask and two flashlights. “Put this on. There’s mold in there.” He handed Henry a flashlight and a mask.
They both put on there mask and flicked on there lights. Joey grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder again then they headed inside.
Henry followed Joey inside the door. The first thing he noticed was the rat droppings on the floor. He gave the room a sweep with his light and notice the level of dust that covered everything.
They moved outta the kitchen to the living room. Everything was still there. Toys, books, furniture. “ it’s so..creepy...Everything’s here still.” Henry questioned.
“It is isn’t it?” Joey ask, looking over the old yellow books. ”A lot of places that were abandoned is like this. Just left how they’d been living here...almost like they just.. disappeared into thin air.”
Henry nodded in agreement. “What happen here that made them get up and leave without there stuff?” He turned to Joey.
Joey turned to him as well. “Do you really wanna know?”
“Yes!” Henry nodded.
“The last family that bought this house was the millers family. A nice lovely family. Mother, father, on oldest son and two younger daughters two years about from each other.” Joey informed Henry. “Right away there youngest started having nightmares each night. Terrible nightmares. She’d wake up the whole house with her screams. Once her mother awoke her she explained what she dreamed. The red man she called it.”
Henry stood there listening to joeys story of this place, feeling chills run down his back.
Joey continued. “At first her parents thought it was just nightmares. But as time went on so did the hell. She still had daily nightmares. But within a month the two oldest started acting strange. The middle child started sleep walking and her parents found her in the strangest of places. There son however started drawing this man in red in his drawings. There parents decide to call a Priest to come perform an exorcism on the house. He did but they quickly found out it didn’t work. After another two weeks the mother saw someone standing out of there window in the middle of the night and freaked out. Only odd thing was that there room was on the Second story. They got the kids right after the husband calmed his wife down and left the house. Never stepping in it again.
“Wow..” Henry replied. “Do you believe that really happen here?”
It wasn’t Joey that Answered Henry’s question it was the creek above them that made them both look at the Ceiling. Henry looked back down at Joey. “ Maybe that an animal...?”
Joey shook his head. “No way. That was to heavy for an animal. It was human sized sounded.”
“Well...maybe there be a homeless person walking around?..” Henry ask.
“Maybe. Wanna go check it out?” Joey ask.
Henry nodded and followed Joey to the stairs. “Remember rule one Henry. Be careful of where you step.” Joey reminded him.
Joey took the first step and as he got farther up the stairs he was making sure the floor was going to hold them before putting his full Weight on the step. Henry copied him, making sure the floor would hold him.
They got to the top of the stairs without an incident. The two shinning there flashes in a directions there choose and there eyes followed. It was a sitting area here before a short hallway off four rooms. Two on each side.
Joey slowly moved forward to the first sit of rooms, Henry following beside him now. Joey reached for the handle of the right door, and opened it. It was definitely the sons room. The bed unmanned, his science homework was still on his desk waiting to be finish, a hockey stick besides his bed. Shelves full of sport trophies
Covered in dust and forgotten. “ All those memories had to be left behind...” Henry mention sadly.
“Yea. It’s pretty sad..” Joey closed the door and moved on to the left door, opening that one. This room was obviously the middle child and she loved reading. There were books on her sleeves from Fantasy to poems. On her desk was what most been English homework. It was still open and on one of the pages it was highlighted lastly half way down the page. There was taps on pages before the one that was left. there was also posters of movie that were based on books. Like hunger games and Harry Potter.
Joey closes that door next and went to the other two doors a few feet away. Joey open the door to his right. It was only a dirty old bathroom. This time Henry opened the last door to the little girls room. Dolls. Old creepy dolls that stared at you, watching you. They both didn’t like them and felt them watching.
Before they could do anything they herd another creaking footstep but this it was right behind them! The two looked behind them and screamed. A man red burning skin was grinning down at them. Some would be certain it was a demon. But there minds weren’t thinking clearly. All they thought was run. And they did.
Both of them ran tours the stairs but nether of them never made it. The ground opened up below them and they fail and fail though the first floor into the secret basement. when they landed hard on ground both of joeys legs got smash with a heavy broad. With Henry gotten a pipe stuck into his chest.
“Ahh!! Fuck!” Joey cusses from the pain and shock. He looked over at his friend and immediately knew he didn’t have much time. “F-fuck. Henry! I’m s-so sorry!” Tears ran down his face.
Henry couldn’t even talk. Only blood sprayed out of his mouth and rushed out of his wound. On his last moment he saw the demon watching them from the hole above. Then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head collapsed onto the ground. His hands slowly slid to the floor.
Joey knew he was gone and cried harder. “No!!” He yelled. “NO NO NOOOO!!!” He would be responsible for this if he got out and most likely go to prison. Why had this happened! He was only supposed to take him out on a date of fun exploring. This wasn’t supposed to happen!
But he realized something horrible. No one knew where they had gone. No one knew they’d come here and now he’s trapped down here in the basement. No one would no to come look here!
All night long and all day he called and called for help hoping someone would be walking by. He knew the demon was watching him but he hasn’t tried anything else. It took days before Joey died of dehydration. No one ever came by or looked around for them.
But once he finally died he could see Henry’s spirt. And not only his but the spirts of the miler family. He was wrong. They never escaped. They all died here and was trapped here forever. Just like him now.
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“...”
“Well damn, alright.” Yang downed the rest of her tea quickly, before gasping for a breath as she shoved her cup away.
“Lightning round, lets go!”
chocolate: when was your first kiss?
“It was in my young teen years, 15 I think. I’d been dating that individual for a couple weeks before they abruptly decided to kiss me then and there. We’d been dancing around the subject for a while. It wasn’t spicy or romantic, merely spur of the moment. Was sweet though. The year after that we had broke up and remained friends for a while until we lost contact.”
french vanilla: how old are you?
“You shouldn’t ask someone their age when they been through shit. Too god damn old is the best answer if you must know. I’m older than 28, trust me. Don’t let looks fool you. But hey, I’m getting even older come December 25th!”
cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?
“Do places long gone count? Can I say Home? Nah probably not. So three places let’s see... Japan, China, Romania. The actual places not whatever anything makes them out to be.”
strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?
“I know a damn lot of languages actually. Sometimes it’s hard to think of the right words to say because of this, knowing so many. It’s one reason I’m so odd with my way of speaking. However, I would not mind learning some dead languages. If that doesn’t count, then... Persian?”
coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?
“Ah hell. I mean, I’m not much of a cosmetic expert here. I work with whatever I really need for a music show or for just every day. I could say L’Oreal because I’m worth it joke but that seems in bad taste. If I was using cosmetics just for the enjoyment or to look special, I just try and get whatever works for me.”
mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?
“Answered this one~!”
cookie dough: do you play any instruments?
“Plenty. I’ve decided to learn a few different ones so I can mix together my own music needs of demands arise for it. But I really enjoy stringed instruments or wind instruments. I carry a small harmonica or Ryūteki in my packs.”
rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?
“Not easy to give an answer for, I’ve got a really broad taste. But I’m thinking something with a heavier beat at the moment-”
butter pecan: favorite songs for life?
“Oh come on this makes it harder. As I said, broad taste. I can find enjoyment in many kinds of music and lyrics. Can’t exactly answer a favorite song for life here.”
cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?
“Which zodiac are we talking here? There are a lot out there. But the first one into my head is Capricorn. I am on the 25th of December.”
toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?
“As nice as the ocean can be, fuck the ocean. I’ll enjoy the coast line just fine but you won’t catch me swimming that far out in it. There is damn good reason why I don’t like the ocean much anymore. I’ll relax in a pool or a lake or river, thank you.”
chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?
“Good question. I’ve made a few social media posts that exploded. But that’s probably not fair considering the music I do. I think my most popular is from years ago when I spray painted a statue of a certain someone to look like a baboon.”
bubblegum: books or movies?
“Both! Why choose? I enjoy both quite a bit. and besides, Books can always be there no matter what. And can hold so much valuable information depending what you are reading.”
pistachio: manga or anime?
“... Both again? But I prefer novels. This is more a guilty pleasure.”
salted caramel: favorite movies?
“I can’t remember the last movie I watched, if I’m honest, let alone a favorite movie.”
birthday cake: favorite books?
“Hmmm. Hard one. I enjoy the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe? There is Shōgun. The Mark of Zorro, Sherlock Holmes, Bram Stoker Dracula... There’s several.”
moose tracks: favorites for manga?
“Not exactly applicable, I don’t remember the name of any I like when I was young.”
orange sherbet: favorites for anime?
“The same as above. Wow I am old... I should really get in touch with these things again.”
peanut butter: favorite academic subject?
“Hah, I loved science and history. A damn lot really. I’ve used both to really help my self along and it’s come in handy. My need for knowledge had me spend a lot of time researching.”
black raspberry: do you have any pets?
“I’ve not had any pets since I was a rookie. Never had the time to truly care for one, and now with a hectic life, I’m not gonna do that to an animal.”
mango: when and why did you start your blog?
“Suppose just to exist and have something to do between pit stops.”
mocha: ideal weather conditions?
“It is torn between two for me. A nice warm day, clear, maybe with a gentle breeze. Some clouds above, and calm. That’s the ideal outing day... But, I suppose due to my birthday, I can enjoy a soft snow coming down,some snow on the ground, watching through a window with tea in hand while bundled up and warm. Much prefer clear day though.”
black cherry: four words that describe you?
“Now that’s just not fair. Let me think... Loyal, Determined, Caring, Protective.”
neapolitan: things that stress you out?
“Being reminded of my failings and those I’ve lost... the people I’ve hurt... Thinking about friends I wish I was closer too but too fearful to be that close. Hm. I can also be stressed out by far too much stimulation for my brain at once that it can spin my gears way too quickly.”
raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?
“Again, broad tastes. But depending on my mood or feelings, it changes what my favorite kind of music can be. But I will always enjoy something gentle and calming.”
chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?
“I’ve always been partial to chocolates, or cream items.”
toffee: a card game that you’re good at?
“Ever hear of a game called Egyptian Rat Race? Also known as Egyptian Rat Screw, dunno why of course. I learned this game when I was a kid. 52 card deck, deal to each player until the deck is entirely used and everyone has a pile face down. Starting to the left of the dealer players pull the top card off their pile and place it face-up in the middle. If the card played is a number card, the next player puts down a card, too. This continues around the table until somebody puts down a face card or an Ace. When a face card or an ace is played, the next person in the sequence must play another face card or an ace in order for play to continue.If the next person in the sequence does not play a face card or an ace within their allotted chance, the person who played the last face card or an ace wins the round and the whole pile goes to them. The winner begins the next round of play.“
lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?
“Uh... Admittedly not often. With my metabolism problem I absolutely should, considering the demanding needs. I just can’t always bring my self to do so, the will for it isn’t there. I do snack though.”
dark chocolate: turn ons?
“Ooohh boy... Now this one has me turning a bit red here. I mean there is biting and tight holds, the usual stuff. But... I’m not gonna list a lot here, a turn on can be blindfolding me if I trust my partner enough.”
fudge: turn offs?
“Being an asshole, for one.”
peach: how do you relax?
“A nice cup of tea, maybe some soft music, and let my mind unwind a little. That’s if I’m alone. Otherwise a gentle conversation with a friend about small things... Once upon a time long ago I would have said long hugs or cuddling. Not an option these days.”
praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?
“I’ve not read The Golden Compass, that has been on my to do list.”
superman: do you like sweaters?
“Weird how this one is with sweaters... but yeah I can enjoy sweaters in the right weather. They can be soft and warm, comfy. Great for cold days.”
cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?
“I drink both actually. But if I have the option for a good tea I’m going to take it without hesitation. Yet the spark of energy from Coffee can’t be denied.”
dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?
“Without a doubt, Taisho-goto. Have you seen one of those? It’s so intricate and amazing, and can sound wonderful. It can be used to play all sorts of things. Fascinates me that the item was half inspired by a typewriter.”
blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?
“Oh a few times actually. It’s been a good long while now since I’ve gone that far, but it’s come close. But once upon a time this has happened!”
ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?
“To Become A Functioning Website.”
blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?
“Now that’s just kissing and telling...” (( I’d also have to tag and dont wanna spam. ))
almond: favorite mean girls quote?
“Oddly specific, but... Variations of ‘One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome.’. “
butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?
“Uh, natural and colorless? I’ve not painted my nails in a while.”
cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?
“I have yes.”
blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?
“Again, yes. We’re not gonna go into this can of worms.”
cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?
“Sometimes. There comes the occasion when one does get exhausted and needs a damn nap.”
mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?
“Get way too flustered and accidentally admit I liked someone.”
brownie batter: do you like sushi?
“Completely! You say we’re going to get Sushi and you have my full attention.”
key lime: where do you want to be right now?
“Home unfortunately.”
red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?
“Nope! I’m thankful for that, but one day I have no doubt that’s going to change.”
green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?
“Mochi green tea, chocolate chip mint, red bean, Strawberry shortcake... Gelato raspberry or orange cream.”
#About Yang#Headcanon#(( THERE I DID IT. ALL THE ICE CREAMS ))#(( this was exhausting on the hands and brain i died. ))#(( but also did my best ))
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CHAPTER 40: Smooth Criminal - Part 2
Over the thumping sound ringing in her ears, T’onga hears liquid splashing on the ground. She glances down with blurry eyes and sees a pool of blood forming around her feet. Standing out in the red puddle are two human teeth. Her teeth, she realizes, being the lower right 1st and 2nd molars.
Her thoughts are foggy and slow. It takes her another moment to realize the blood on the ground is also her own, pouring from her mouth and head. She takes a step forward, then another, then trips and falls unaided onto her side. On the ground, she realizes she can’t breathe and gasps sharply. Her fingers claw at the air around her broken ribs.
She fights to hold back the cloud of concussion that threatens to overtake her mind. She has to stay awake. She has to get moving. From the other side of the world, someone says to her, “Now you know what it’s like.”
Knowles glares down at her. Her eyes gleam with disdain. She stands with her feet far apart, keeping her balance on her roller skates. “Now you know what it’s like,” she repeats. When T’onga sucks wind in reply, she spins, and the engines on her skates drive her toe to strike T’onga’s chin, sending her to crash into the opposite wall.
“Now you know how it feels to be trapped,” Knowles goes on, stomping on her enemy’s belly, further abusing her broken ribs. She spits blood onto the roller skate.
“How it feels to be helpless.” She picks her enemy up by the neckline of her jumpsuit. Her bedazzled glove plants a roaring engine in the center of T’onga’s chest, which crashes her back into the wall. The force of the propulsion holds her there, scraping her back against the hard stone wall. A raspy moan escapes from the Korean woman’s throat, but it is drowned out by the roar of the engine.
“How it feels to know that, no matter you do, there’s no way to escape the death comin’ for you.” Knowles releases the engine from T’onga’s jumpsuit and allows her to drop. Before she can hit the ground, Knowles grabs and holds her up by her dark hair.
“That’s how you made so many people feel, when you murdered them with your Stand. That’s how you made Phantasma feel, it’s how you made anyone who crossed your piece a’ shit boss feel.” The dreadlocked woman leans in close and hisses in T’onga’s ear.
“You’ve always disgusted me. You’re a slimy bitch, lyin’ back and doing whatever that man told you to. For what? Money? Influence? Or is it just easier for you to be a pet, since you never imagined being anything else?!” She flings her victim away in disgust, wiping her gloved hand on her shirt.
“What… about, you…?” T’onga says, remembering at last how to speak.
It does her little good, as she receives another kick in the gut. This time, the kick knocks something loose from her jacket’s inside pocket: her shiny gold locket, swinging by a thin chain. Through her agony, she reaches for it, but Knowles snatches it away. Gasping, T’onga reaches for it, trying to grab it from her attacker’s hand, but collapses onto her side.
“Hmph…” Knowles grunts, wiping away the blood from her damaged nose, “I ain’t nothing like you. All you ever fought for was greed, but I’m different! You hear me?! Dust thinks he’s using me, but I’m the one using him! I’m only helping him to reach his Paradise so that I can strike him down once he reaches it!
“When that day comes, I’ll put right all the wrongs his kind have done to mine! True women will stand at the top of the pyramid, while men will sit at the bottom, where they belong! And directly beneath them will be their simpering traitor bitches, like you!”
Knowles spreads her arms out in a display of ultimate triumph. “Dust thinks he can control me, but NO-ONE controls me!! He made the mistake of giving me ultimate power! SMOOTH CRIMINAL is the power to give that which has none! To animate the inanimate, to drive them forward and run down anything that would stand in their way! The power to liberate all who suffer under oppression, and lead all of them to a better future! This is my destiny! The destiny of SMOOTH CRIMINAL!!”
In the shade of the alley way, Knowles holds her head up high, as if expecting a ray of divine light to cast down upon her.
“Give… it back…” T’onga says, spitting a glob of bloody saliva.
Seeming to shake from a daze, Knowles says “Huh? What you say?”
“Don’t… fuck around with me…” the older woman says, her words strained through sheer agony. “Destiny… Power… What a load… Give me back my locket…”
“... You mean this?” Knowles smirks. She begins spinning the locket by its chain around her finger. “You want it so bad, come get it.”
“Give it… back…” T’onga grunts, lifting herself onto trembling feet, her skull a weight she can barely hold up. Drying blood spills over her forehead and down her face, forming a ghoulish red mask around her bloodshot eyes. “You dumb hypocrite… So you have a little cause to fight for? Convictions… Whether you… kill for profit, or destiny, or nothing, the result is the same… Corpses. A pile. Of. Corpses…. Give me back my locket…! YOU’RE NO DIFFERENT FROM ME AT ALL!!”
Something catches in Knowles’ chest at the sight of this nearly broken woman. She buries the feeling however, and keeps her confident sneer. “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. You’re nothing with a crawling, half-dead bug bitch. When I’m at the top of this world, you won’t even be worth remembering.”
T’onga chuckles through clenched teeth. “... All that... just to hurt Daddy, huh?”
Knowles’ smugness evaporates into blind rage. Veins pulsate in her forehead and fill her eyes with red.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!” she shrieks, activating the engines in her heels and bursting towards her victim with her fist raised.
Despite having a concussion, broken ribs and damaged arms, T’onga still reacts with frightening speed. She dodges Knowles’ punch, then grabs her arm and pulls, redirecting her face into the alley wall.
“AGHH!” the dreadlocked woman cries as her nose fractures yet again, whilst T’onga starts kicking her in the back, driving her stiletto heel into her spine.
Gritting her teeth, Knowles reaches back and slaps T’onga’s ankle with her gloved hand. An engine materializes and roars, pulling T’onga into the air, spinning out of control like a human pinwheel. SMOOTH CRIMINAL’s user sneers, watching for the moment when her enemy’s head would be dashed against the hard stone walls.
But T’onga curls into a ball mid-air and grips her ankle, taking control of her own momentum. She stops herself from spinning, then directs the engine to descend. By the time Knowles understands what she did, she is already descending upon her like a meteor.
“SMOOTH CRI--!!” she yells, but too late. Before she can cancel the engine’s power, T’onga’s leg collides with her ribcage. She hears her ribs crack as she flies, spinning out of the alley way.
The engine of T’onga’s ankle disappears, but her momentum still sends her rolling into a pile of trash. Forcing herself up, she inspects her ankle and notes grimly that it is dislocated. She breathes heavily and sets her foot steadily on the ground, gripping the damaged ankle with both hands.
With a firm push, she sets the ankle back in place. “AAARRGH!!” she yells, then stands after another second, panting. On the ground, she notices her locket, and she limps to collect it. She brushes the gold with her thumb, but does not look inside. She quickly secretes it back inside her jacket, then limps over to Knowles.
“We done now?… you fucking zealot bitch…?”she says, breathlessly.
Face down on the ground, Knowles hoarsely replies, “SMOOTH CRIMINAL…”
SMOOTH CRIMINAL reappears on her hands, and she sweeps the ground beneath before laying her palms flat in front of her. Chunks of pavement shoot up from the ground, Knowles still holding on to them, propelling her and a cloud of shrapnel into the air to pounce on T’onga.
Mid-air, she waves her hands, touching the smaller stones. Tiny engines form on them, and T'onga immediately figures their intent. She dives out of the way as the stones come raining down as a hail of bullets. They perforate the ground where she was standing as she dives out of the way.
Knowles activates her roller blades as she descends, forcing T'onga to bend backwards to avoid the high velocity kick. The Korean woman quickly jumps back to her feet, wincing as she lands on her bad ankle.
“I can’t do this…” T’onga thinks desperately, “This isn’t working… I won’t be able to stand on this foot for much longer… My head is killing me… She has the advantage in an open space… I’m done for unless I find somewhere better to fight… What do I do…?” T’onga looks around, and beyond the alleyway sees the windows of an office building. “Ah…” she thinks.
#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#achtung attitude#t'onga kim#Knowles#smooth criminal#ch40
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Episode 162
Honorable mentions:
Small bit on John up here concerning what I said last episode because I didn’t want to ruin the flow of this post with this, but when John kicked the Joker impersonator, I knew that the old John is back. Like for certain, I just got this feeling. John may still feel like he’s running from himself or that he might be able to fight back like I brought up last time, but the thing is: John’s already lost the battle. You can’t run from yourself and you certainly can’t fight your true personality with one that’s entirely false. I’m not sure if it’s better that John doesn’t understand this or not.
Honestly, can we go somewhere with the Leilah thing? It’s just sitting there and, I don’t know, it’s not interesting anymore
Sera (as promised):
Ok, I know a lot of people have been getting worked up recently over Sera and her whole perspective of the situation at hand. And I have literally not talked about it yet. So. Yeah. Here we go
If you read the top comments, you know that people are upset and sympathetic towards Seraphina, more so than any other character currently. And that’s for a reason. Seraphina has had a rough couple of months. She lost her powers, got bullied, got harassed, got kidnapped, and then soon after, she finds out that her best friend for a long time, someone who’s she’s probably connected with more than anyone else before in her life, has been lying to her about himself. And not a small lie either. A lie that totally changes the entire meaning and foundation of their friendship. Not only is John not a cripple, but he is currently the most powerful student at Wellston and is using his power to anonymously assault other students. And it’s not like John shares anything with Sera, like his issues with the hierarchy (excluding a few comments here and there) and the majority of his thing with Arlo. Sera knows the truth, but she doesn’t actually have an explanation, which honestly is so much worse.
And the thing is, John still hasn’t actually told her himself. He’s still putting on this facade for Seraphina, not knowing that it probably hurts her the most. Because if he didn’t tell her about this, then there was this whole possibility that he was lying about other things that he also didn’t tell her. I don’t know, just… things are looking pretty shitty for Sera atm.
In this episode particularly, when Seraphina interacts with John, she seems angry and cold. Not in the way that she used to be before she met John or even when they were friends, that was a different, more apathetic feeling. Now all I’m getting from Seraphina is attempted indifferent anger, but even here you can tell that her emotions really are acting up in this. She isn’t able to pretend she doesn’t care.
Anyway, Seraphina gets really vague when talking to John, hinting however she can that what Tuesday is doing is foolish. One line in particularly is aimed at John. “Nobody’s safe anymore. So much for trying to live a peaceful life, huh?” It’s calling out all the times John has said all he wants is to be left alone by the other students, that all he wants is peace. Because, like I said, Seraphina hasn’t talked to Arlo yet (something that better be a thing soon. Maybe next episode. I don’t know. I’m not reading it until I’ve finished). Sera doesn’t know that the whole reason John is acting as Joker is because Arlo dragged him into this (not exactly, but both John and Arlo feel this way so).
All she knows is that her friend has been lying to her and still is about something so earth-shatteringly huge. The whole basis of their friendship is being stripped apart because of this secret and John doesn’t even want to tell her.
So: Sera also tries to get a reason out of John for why he’s doing things as Joker by asking some random, suspicious questions like “Was all this intentional?” About the consequences of Joker’s existence. And I don’t know I guess John doesn’t really suspect anything too bad with Sera, but honestly, are you dumb. Anyway. This is about Sera. And since we are at the end of that hallway scene it means we’re moving on to that infirmitory scene, the one that really had the comment section bawling.
I know I’ve been making a big deal out of how John has impacted Sera in the last bits, but honestly the loss of her powers seems to hold an even deeper significance to her, I feel. Sure, she cries for John and he’s on her mind, but below all of that we always see her thinking about her powers and I really think that that is really the thing that turns everything sour for Seraphina. Ever since she lost her powers, she’s had to get used to feeling helpless and less than before. Seraphina was raised to believe that her power made her special and that because of it, people would expect a lot from her and she would have to deliver. Sera was told that her powers meant that she would always come first, in everything.
This involuntary loss of her powers has in a way stripped Seraphina down of everything that made her special, that made her her. She had always identified with her ability, even when she decided she didn’t want to be queen anymore and started to hang out with John. She still walked around like she had purpose and like she could fuck up anyone she wanted. And she could. That was just who Seraphina was. In the beginning of the comic, the only way students would refer to her would be in whispers or calling her “basically a god.” That’s. Who. She. Was.
This bit isn’t articulated very well, but I’m just trying to stress the meaning Sera got from her powers, and now that they’re gone, it’s like everything in her life has suddenly become unsteady. Like even though she’s faced so much, it was only after her powers were taken that everything became so much more harsh and real. Now, there’s no safety net. In this episode, Sera thinks, “I was able to stay strong because I thought John would always be there with me. But now…. After seeing the truth… I’ve never felt so hopeless.” This quote emphasizes her hurt about John’s betrayal and her hollowness because of it. But the fact that the only thing holding Seraphina up was John after her powers got taken away is astonishing. It’s hard to believe, when I read her in the earlier chapters, that she would need someone other than herself for anything. And it’s because her powers are gone.
One of the more substantial pieces of evidence is when Seraphina asks herself, “What am I even supposed to believe anymore?” She doesn’t have anything left. She had her powers. And then she had John. What Does she have left?
Anyway I know I should talk about Sera more and what she’s growing through, but the thing is: I think I have an answer to my question and I would much rather talk about that. I’m no good at talking about feelings sorry ;-;
Theory:
Okay: I’m very excited for this. And when I thought of it I was smiling and stuff ok.
So: you know how the comic is called UnOrdinary? The flashbacks in this chapter of when John and Sera were talking about the actual book UnOrdinary make me think of something.
Is the comic re-enacting in a way the story? The book of UnOrdinary has always been so puzzling to me. It’s existence, it’s reason. Because why would uru-Chan name her comic after this one book? At first, I thought it was because it was John’s inspiration and he was going to use its morals to make the world a better place like he talked about, but that’s clearly wrong now.
I think that the book UnOrdinary itself, as an object, is not important. And it won’t be very much so for the characters. I don’t think we’ll see much more interaction with it in the future. I think, however, that the content, and not just the moral message of the book is directly guiding the story of the comic.
Every once in a while, I’ll say, “Why don’t we know how the protagonist dies in UnOrdinary,” and I’m sure by that sentence alone, it’s pretty clear what I’m thinking. Anyway, I was always confused as to why such important details were kept out of the story because if this book really is important to the story, which it has to be, why is there like no information about it. All we know is that the main character, “was the most powerful yet he still listened to others. And through that he realized everyone has something valuable to offer.” (Direct quote from flashback John in this episode). So: that was suspicious.
And that’s what I’m here to talk about. UnOrdinary as UnOrdinary.
The thing is, all this emphasis has been put onto John in regards to the book. His father wrote it. He’s read it countless times. He admires the hero. We’ve been tricked for so long that the protagonist John, but its not. That literally screams anime cliche and the whole concept of UnOrdinary is that Uru-chan wanted to write a comic that would make fun of anime stereotypes.
I believe that Seraphina is the protagonist that represents the protagonist in the book UnOrdinary. It makes sense because in John’s words, “He was the most powerful… yet he still listened to others. And through that… He realized everyone has something valuable to offer.” And as the story goes on, it’s obvious to see that Seraphina is progressively identifying more with these traits. She’s teaching low-tiers how to fight, trying to convince John that violence is bad. All John ever did was ignore the other “low-tiers” despite apparently trying to act like the UnOrdinary (book) protagonist.
Also the way that Sera thinks of John’s betrayal as if he was playing a part suggests that he himself was trying to be the main character.
This does bring other questions though. Will Sera get her powers back? What about the whole idea that in the book, the protagonist is the only person in the world that has powers? Is that some cruel twist of the current situation?
Is Sera going to die like the protagonist of UnOrdinary?
Okay I’m tired so I’m leaving this here. Because my writing is really bad today and I have homework.
I just want to bring something up quickly that’s a little more short-term. I know Seraphina has been watching John. John’s been dropping hints, but his actions don't align with what she’s saying. I’ve already said she can’t trust anything he says now and she should figure that something else is up that she doesn't know about yet.
I think that Seraphina is going to finally uncover John’s past. The stuff we know from Arlo and Isen, but maybe even something more. I want Seraphina to meet Claire.
That’s it because I can’t properly explain my ideas, but yeah. See ya soon for the next episode review. Probably won’t be tonight but who knows.
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sakura haruno fics (ao3)
an old anon sent me on the quest of a lifetime when they first asked for sakura fic recs and my brain went “lets read every fic on ao3 in the sakura haruno tag” (also ff.net but thats gonna have to be another post in the far off future bc ff is an old giant)
fics are split into finished, in progress, and abandoned (and the fics with ⭐ are my top faves) plus every category’s fics will be in order from shortest to longest. im gonna include the original summaries along with my own separate take (really more of a reaction) and any warnings the fics need!
THIS IS A LABOR OF LOVE!!!!! which is a nice way of saying it’s long as shit, it took me forever, and i loved every second of it! let me know if any links dont work, theres typos that dont look purposeful, there’s warnings missing, if any fics arent in order, the formatting isnt right, etc.etc.
my sincerest apologies to mobile users
fair warning: im not exaggerating when i say it’s really long
(pic from naruto-manga-caps)
author’s note: im dumb and have adhd and though ive read most of these fics at least twice, i tend to skip over text. with this in mind PLEASE let me know if you come across anything in these fics that makes you uncomfy so i can either add a warning or remove it entirely
want to navigate faster? ctrl+f to search key words like: [ship], [author], bamf, mokuton, (team as) family, etc!
FINISHED
in the roots of the forest (i am birthed) by frostnesia
ship: none // words: 272 // chapters: 1/1
so little sakura walks; past the flowers, the vines, the bright red gates and enters to a sanctuary no one with a beating heart had stepped in for more than a hundred years.
au. little ficlet! OOF im always a little heart eyed about godly iconography. plotless! just a good short read that would absolutely rock my world if it was expanded into a multichapter story but it’s still good as is!
Seven or Two by grit
ship: sakura & kakashi // words: 623 // chapters: 1/1
He makes a split-second decision. Their teamwork was atrocious, but he knows who to blame, and it’s not the girl who blackmailed her teammates into giving a damn.
i really do need more fics where kakashi recognizes the similarities between himself and sakura. tbh i just need more fics where sakura gets the love and recognition she deserves. this is a good short fic for that! team seven doesnt make it through but sakura does! eventually! warning for one weird line abt the yamanakas that might make ppl uncomfy
Twelve and Sixteen by therebaeka
ship: none // words: 625 // chapters: 1/1
Twelve years old Sakura was weak. She was annoying. She cried over the littlest thing. She had no pain tolerance at all. She wanted to be strong. Sixteen years old Sakura was strong. She can split the earth. She can heal anything. She can take anything thrown at her. She wanted to be twelve again.
god i love fics that touch on all the negative effects a shinobi lifestyle has on ninja kids (like the loss of childhood innocence/wonderment). character growth and mostly a character analysis type fic which i love. sakura just loves her team but she misses being a kid (team as family!!)
Three Sentence Ficlets by Elizabeth Culmer (edenfalling)
ship: narusasusaku // words: 626 // chapters: 3/3
Tiny ficlets written for various iterations of the Three Sentence Ficathon:
1) A quiet moment, after the world doesn't end. 2) Sakura reaches the valley's rim just in time. 3) The night before Naruto's investiture as Hokage.
soft and kind short fics abt my fav ot3. first chap is set post-war, 2nd is set during naruto and sasukes fight in the valley before he goes to orochimaru, and the setting of the 3rd is in the above description. these are really soft fics and im a sucker for the slice of life feelings
Another Kind of You by rhenna
ship: sasusaku // words: 655 // chapters: 1/1
"The problem with the color black is that it can't decide whether it is the color of the classically evil or the color of the bad-boy hero."
they are.. just liddle babies..team as family feelings bc that’s what really gets me in my uwus. not shippy! just sakura’s usual baby crush! surprisingly introspective
Unravel by grit
ship: none // words: 683 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura will be a shinobi soon and they know to coat their bare skin in poison.
au. sakura is a kiri nin amidst the bloodline purges. honestly just a super interesting look into life in kirigakure during this time and how its beliefs reflect on its children. warning for animal death and a little bit of an unhinged world view
I’ll Carry You by naru_writes
ship: narusasusaku // words: 701 // chapters 1/1
I’ll just rest my eyes for a bit, Sakura tells herself, slowly petting the now sleeping kitten, and then I’ll start on dinner.
i LIVE for domestic fluff and established relationships aaa. they love and care about her so much it makes my heart happy. all from sakura’s pov
Puppy Love by Dovey
ship: kibasaku // words: 852 // chapters: 1/1
It’s Sakura’s first day in the academy when she falls in love with Kiba Inuzuka.
i looooove how differently she grows as a character with just one difference. really cute baby genin crush. theyre rowdy, muddy, rough housing best friends. really short and lighthearted
Selfless Stunt by Michinokao
ship: sakura & naruto & sasuke // words: 859 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura wants to become chunin. She really does. However, after seeing Naruto’s nervousness, she decides to raise her hand to drop out with her team.
set during chunin exams. OOF babey im always here for team 7 as family fics!! short little thing and just feel good for ppl who stan sakura and love when others take her feelings into consideration :’)
What You See is What You Get, So Look Away by Dovey
ship: none // words: 903 // chapters: 1/1
a warmup piece i wrote trying to make a Kakashi who’s not so oblivious.
kakashi’s pov. lots of introspection and meta and i love this kind of stuff a lot. analysis on how different naruto and sasuke are from the rest of their team. love love love when anyone brings up sakura’s own mortality and what she had to do to get to where she is. aaa also the author notes at the end are very worth the read
Snake Tooth by Pinnacle of Failure (Cromirn)
ship: none // words: 904 // chapters: 1/1
The Forest of Death doesn't go right. Sakura can't tell what's real and what's not.
exactly as the summary says! orochimaru does some genjutsu stuff and my poor girl get severely messed up mentally. warning for implications of gore and an unstable mind. part one in a trilogy (others are on this list)
Here Are Your Bones Crossed by grit
ship: none // words: 977 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura begins recovery by unfurling her hands and giving him a tense report. Kakashi waits patiently for her to stumble through Konoha Standard, motions well-memorised but never practiced, and gently reaches out to lift her chin, making her look at him.
(Sakura blames herself. For trusting Kabuto, for not being stronger, for being here when really it should have been Naruto who survived.)
it’s fucked :( sakura is gonna need such a good therapist it’s really what she deserves. and if i did tear up a little after that last thing kakashi said? well thats between me and whoever’s reading this. read the author notes at the end for an explanation of whats going on in this timeline
Wind and Water, Earth and Rain by theformerone
ship: narusaku // words: 1020 // chapters: 1/1
Naruto almost loses himself on the Wave Mission. But in a world where Team Seven was created to prevent another Kyuubi attack, there is always someone there to remind him of who he is.
set during wave arc. MOKUTON SAKURA. not shippy at all? incredibly easy to take as platonic and just a sweet team 7 as family fic (which i did before i looked at the tags??) warning for super brief gore
⭐How Do You Tell a Girl You Want to Kiss Her? by theformerone
ship: shikasaku // words: 1084 // chapters: 1/1
Shikamaru punches a hole through Sakura’s wall. She can’t really deal with that until she has her morning coffee.
au. part three of the role reversal au (others are listed later) this is really cute and theres nothing life or death about it and i love how idk. normal it is? sakura is just tired and taking it in stride and shikamaru is a flustered mess (choji is a good wingman) (and god this is a small thing but i love the lowkey team 7 stuff. my faves are my faves in any universe)
Of Gardens and Girls by Dovey
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 1128 // chapters: 1/1
Soulmates: a person so important, so loved, and so central to your life that the universe acknowledges it. Flowers representing that love will grow inside of you until the love is requited, or you move on.
Sakura has a lot of soulmates.
au. set throughout timeline. really bittersweet, so damn bittersweet. this fic makes my heart hurt bc she’s so full of love and deserves better. (theres also a lot more ships nd every single one is platonic except for the naruhinagaa) warning for death :’(
Forgetting Something by theformerone
ship: sakukarin // words: 1130 // chapters: 1/1
Well I’m not eating you out in the kitchen like I was planning on when your daughter left.”
Sakura snorts.
“So she’s just my daughter now?”
Karin follows her into the room and sets down Sarada’s new spare pair of glasses on her desk.
“When you help her cause minor property damage before seven in the morning, yes, she’s your daughter.”
set in boruto universe. really fucking sweet. this is just a short and cute little slice of life thing w adorable sakura and sarada interactions
Smiles in Spring by Kalira
ship: inosaku // words: 1179 // chapters: 1/1
One spring day when they are very small, Ino meets a little girl with shy eyes, a beautiful smile, and pink hair, and immediately knows what she wants in her future. Ino's never had any qualms bending the force of her will on the universe to be sure she gets whatever she wants.
NOT sakura centric but i excused a couple of other fics already PLUS this is cute so whatever. it’s just short and cute and makes my heart swell
Drawing Her Back by Kalira
ship: inosaku // words: 1197 // chapters: 1/1
It's not the first time Sakura has had to lead her lover back to herself from deep in her own mind, and it probably won't be the last. She doesn't like it . . . but she can do it.
sakura is the best. have i mentioned that before? i love her more than anything if you didnt already know that about me. sakura is just making sure ino is okay and helping in any way she can and my heart is soft
Underneath the Underneath (is nothing but bones and blood) by Dovey
ship: none // words: 1269 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura has a weak heart. This isn’t metaphorical, but literal- she’s born with a heart too small to pump properly. A valve is slightly misaligned, and any strenuous activity could kill her.
set from genin era to the attack on the village amidst the chunin exam. and again! dovey delivers the good stuff! no dialogue. life kinda comes at her fast and you can almost feel her whole mindset shift
Nothing but Paint by grit
ship: none // words: 1382 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura has her hand fist-deep in Sasuke's rib cage, seriously tempted to rip his heart out like he did hers, a conflict of interest mitigated only by the code of honor her shishou drilled into her, when she realizes that Team Seven won't return to Konoha without him this time.
character exploration of team 7 surrounding sakura (my weakness) not sure where in the timeline this is but i know it's post sai and yamato joining the team. it's short but interesting as hell!! immediate warning for blood if the desc didnt give it away
Hands Reaching Out by orlha
ship: shikasaku // words: 1412 // chapters: 1/1
The price of winning the war was steeper than Sakura imagined it to be. It was a price she gladly pay over and over again but the thought of not living long enough to see this new peace burns in her chest.
post war. just a short angsty little thing abt sakura and her seal. mentions of death
Canary Bill by Pinnacle of Failure (Cromirn)
ship: none // words: 1474 // chapters: 1/1
she knows that what they did for her will come back around. she didn't expect it to be this way.
part two of the disjointed realities series! still set during the exams and my poor girl still has some residual effects of the genjutsu orochimaru put her through. it’s not clear whether it’s real or not
From Ashes by Dovey
ship: none // words: 1476 // chapters: 2/2
She hasn’t got a family, hasn’t got a team, not in any way either of those words should count. It’s time to come to terms with that.
set near the beginning of shippuden it seems? interesting implications about her family that i want more of plus emphasis on team 7 as family minus her which hurts my heart aa. warning for death, blood, and gore (not super graphic)
Boar Tusk by Pinnacle of Failure (Cromirn)
ship: none // words: 1499 // chapters: 1/1
she burns in the flames of memories of which are fake, they boil her skin and melt flesh and she is nothing more than a skeleton of what she was. she wishes she were not what she is now, what she was then, and she begs.
last part of the disjointed realities series! still during the exams! yeah she’s definitely traumatized, no question about it.
How Lame by theformerone
ship: shikasaku // words: 1527 // chapters: 1/1
Nara Shikamaru is the Godaime’s apprentice. Sakura thinks he’s a world class nag.
au. ROLE REVERSALS!! super interesting!!!!! teams are still the same but their stories and personalities are different? anyway this au is cute and i love team seven’s relationship and also sakura’s skills are cool as SHIT. plus the shikasaku interactions are cute. part one of this role swap series.
Letters to the Front by Kalira
ship: hinasaku // words: 1644 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura, as both head medic and close friend and advisor to the Hokage, is not lacking for news from back home even as she manages the field hospital at the front lines, but her most prized letters are not those advising her of news on the war and politics.
set during war time. sakura just loves and appreciates her girlfriend so much aa warning for implied nsf/w. none of it graphic!
The One With the Eye Thing by Dovey
ship: none // words: 1776 // chapters: 1/1
a one chapter story that’s 100% just sakura getting a very gross revenge on her sensei and on the shinobi class system as a whole, at least as far as SHE sees it.
that also means this is SUPER gorey. let it be said that i give the people what they want
au. bamf sakura! set pre shippuden surprisingly enough. believe it or not, there is a very gorey eye thing. sexy ass takes on the role of civilians in a shinobi village. warnings for graphic gore and a mental breakdown
I Spy by AshesFall (Cloud_Nine)
ship: none // words: 1782 // chapters: 1/1
Team 7, Missing in Action.
The aftermath of the Wave Mission gone wrong.
part one of the Lucky Sevens series. not very sakura centric but the whole series is just neat! team as family which im always a sucker for. the series focuses on how team 7 copes with being back in the village and i just think it’s neat idk! warning for mentions torture! individual warnings for every other fic in the series in the tags but most are about torture, trauma, and general violence
Ghosts in Her Blood by Dovey
ship: gaasaku // words: 1831 // chapters: 1/1
After Wave, Inner Sakura changes into a familar face to help Sakura cope with her new reality
au. set during chunin arc. tbh!! no idea this was a ship fic til i read the tags so this can absolutely be read as a shipless fic. really makes you think abt how (not) good a shinobi village is at teaching children how to compartmentalize. my girl’s a bamf but traumatized and trying. warnings for gore and death
Coming Home by Angelchexmex
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 1901 // chapters: 1/1
Kakashi isn't surprised that his little brats had made themselves at home in his apartment while he was gone, he was just a bit curious as to why.
kakashi pov! set early genin days! not much plot wise but i love fics like that so much aa i love fics that just showcase the familiarity between team 7 in more domestic settings. they love sakura!! they all care abt her so much and kakashi love his kids a lot!!! really cute short and sweet team as family fic! warning for implications of abuse and starvation
Does He Make You Feel Special? by Dovey
ship: none // words: 1905 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura develops an eating disorder, and then she recovers with help from some friends.
au. starts pre shippuden. read the tags because this realy is what it says on the tin. warnings for eating disorders, self esteem issues, and relapse. she gets mostly adopted by tsunade and everyone takes care of her in general. hinata gets the place of apprentice and sakura gets more friends and support and gets trained by anko! focuses on recovery before plot so the only “real” plot is at the very end
Ink Stains and Cherry Blossoms by Hannahmayski
ship: sai & sakura // words: 1922 // chapters: 1/1
Ice cream doesn’t solve all of the world’s problems but Sakura is pretty sure it solves most of them.
or
Sai’s having a bad day and has never had ice cream before. Sakura fixes both.
sai centric fic w sunshine sakura. budding friendship. can be interpreted as romantic if you want? i didnt see it as that, but if it’s what u want! delves a little into sai’s feelings towards danzo. just dang cute and i always love a sakura who is there for her friends. allusion to an eating disorder and emotional manipulation.
⭐What Lingers by spacefleeting
ship: none // words: 1994 // chapters: 1/1
For someone who just watched her friend get beaten to a pulp, had her head nearly punched in, and stopped her teammate from going on a curse-induced murder spree, Sakura is handling everything very well. Until she’s not.
(Or: Sakura blossomed and she’s not really sure how she feels about it yet)
set during chunin exam. trying and failing to compartmentalize and naruto trying to help as best as another kid can. it’s endearing but wow, does canon naruto ever touch on how they help get children through the trauma of shinobi life?? the answer is no. mentions of blood. she takes a bite out of a dude. like. real shit
What’s Yours is Mine by DefiantDreams
ship: narusasusaku // words: 1994 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura doesn’t quite know how it happens, but suddenly their closets are a free-for-all for each other.
au. sakuras pov. just plain soft. short and cute budding romance between my faves aaa,, also genderfluid naruto!!
Last Match in the Matchbox by Endoplasmic Panda
ship: none // words: 2071 // chapters: 1/1
In which Sakura Haruno realizes that being discontent with adult life is part of the Team Seven contractual fine print.
(got rid of the rest of the summary bc it was too many text blocks) set during boruto! just some build up to sakura FINALLY getting her own time to just travel aa. everyone supports her and that’s how it should be
How a Fire is Born by ThroughtheMirrorDarkly
ship: none // words: 2075 // chapters: 1/1
What if there had been no Ino that fateful day in the park? What if Sakura is mercilessly bullied until one day she is pushed to her breaking point, with surprising results?
starts off during early academy days. sakura came here to learn and fuck people up and she just finished the curriculum. i HATE hiruzen but i love my girl so :/ also team seven are all rivals which sounds like it would be chaotic poor kakashi. warnings for abuse and bullying
How Sakura Discovers Her Love for Fighting by smolwhite_ugly
ship: none // words: 2087 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura Haruno is five-years-old when she decides that she really wants to become a ninja. Not a paper ninja. A shinobi.
set during early academy days uvu. rowdy girl rights!!!!! sakura is the ride or die friend everyone wishes they had. sakura is that short comic “you have befriended [name], [name] will now die for you” except it’s beat someone up. sakura’s best friends are blondes uwu
What a Pain by theforemerone
ship: shikasaku // words: 2269 // chapters: 1/1
Yamanaka Ino is an S-ranked missing nin. But before that, she was Shikamaru and Chouji’s best friend and comrade.
Sakura has an easier time compartmentalizing than they do. Especially in a fight.
au. second part of the role swap au! ino essentially took the place of sasuke. pretty focused on the ino-shika-cho story but entirely from sakura’s pov. shes so FUCKING COOL I LOVE THE JUTSUS OP GAVE HER SHES SUCH A BAMF IM IN LOVE. this au is so interesting i need more
Galvanize by nerazenn
ship: narusaku // words: 2352 // chapters: 1/1
gal·va·nize (v): shock or excite (someone), typically into taking action.
::
Sakura’s victorious wail was cut short, however, as she became immediately aware of two things.
One, her hand was in a lot of pain.
And two, Ino was nowhere near Sakura.
modern au. just a short meet cute fic sjcndek honestly id expect nothing less. it’s just cute and makes me laugh. something not serious thrown into the mix of recs
Truth in Platitudes by Kalira
ship: narusasusaku // words: 2454 // chapters: 1/1
Naruto stepped in with no thought to his own safety to protect theirs; now Sakura and Sasuke are left to try and get him out of the trap in his own mind.
yeah it’s exactly what it says on the tin. not sure where on the timeline this is. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!! im really so easy please
And Then the Desert Blooms by spacefleeting
ship: sakura & gaara // words: 2457 // chapters: 1/1
Haruno Sakura meets Gaara of the Desert piece by piece, name by name.
set throughout timeline. mostly sakura’s thoughts during the few times she’s interacted with gaara. development as friends! naruto would be so happy
Little Moments by iBloo
ship: sasusaku // words: 2519 // chapters: 1/1
Sasuke, Sakura, and Sarada enjoy an afternoon shopping and spending time with each other.
set during boruto’s dad’s son’s time. sasuke just loves his girls and sakura loves her family and sarada loves her parents so much and loves to spend time with them together. just a nice little slice of life feel good fic. im a sucker for domestic “filler episode” type fics aa they make me so tender
Bumpy Future by Dovey
ship: hinasaku // words: 2553 // chapters: 1/1
It’s her last year at the academy when Sakura hits her head. When she wakes up, she has a little trouble matching memories to the people in them- but she’ll have to get it right eventually, yeah?
in which sakura pairs vague associations with the wrong people, and everyone is much happier because of it (Except Iruka-sensei).
acadamy days!! newborns!!! everything changes djsbjd ino is her rival, kiba’s her bestfriend, and hinata is her crush and her class supports all of it, it’s cute (also read the author notes at the end, the last paragraph is so fucking quality)
Hello, Bright Eyes (been waiting on you) by mouseymightymarvellous
ship: saisaku // words: 2651 // chapters: 1/1
“look underneath the underneath,” except no one has ever really bothered to look at sakura and see her. and then there is a boy (isn’t there always). maybe they’re both just ghosts, making each other real.
no clear timeline. large focus on sakura and how she’s (not) seen by other people. emphasis on sai and sakura’s disconnect from naruto and sasuke. the plot confused me a bit but im pretty positive it’s about sakura dismantling root per request of tsunade. THE ENDING THOUGH??? sai deserves so much love that really made me melt a little
Prodigal Sons by Fiction_Over_Fact
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 2779 // chapters: 1/1
Sasuke is gone and Naruto is gone and Kakashi might as well be.
In which Sakura is sad and alone but discovers she doesn’t have to be either.
set after naruto leaves with jiraiya. sort of a character analysis/coming of age type fic. touches on the disparity of who she was and who she’s becoming. also has bits of her friendship with the rest of the rookie 9!
Sasuke Discovers Emotion #4 by Dovey
ship: sasusaku // words: 2852 // chapters: 1/1
In which Sasuke manages to avoid getting a team with any fangirls, and then figures out maybe he was secretly the fangirl all along, because a little distance and the influence of Sensei Tenten helps Sakura flourish and now he’s got a big old crush to deal with on top of everything else.
set during genin days. also sasuke centric but sakura gets put into a different team and her development as a result is so beautiful even though it isnt the focus aaa. sasuke pines and it’s cute!!
⭐An Improper Apology Properly Backfires by rex101111
ship: sasusaku // words: 2996 // chapters: 1/1
Sasuke Uchiha apologizes, or at least makes an attempt. Sakura thinks he could do better than THAT.
set at the end of the war. naruto is the innocent bystander and it’s all in his pov. god i WISH this went down in canon. this fic is so fucking funny and cathartic bc sakura finally gets to air her grievances. DEFINITELY a top fave of mine and i have it bookmarked for whenever i just so happen to be in the mood
The Value of Learning to Bloom by Yourself by alunbalanced
ship: shikasaku // words: 3001 // chapters: 2/2
Sasuke asks a question and receives an unexpected answer and Sakura stands on her own two feet as she walks away.
set post war. really good self indulgent fic for ppl who love sakura and arent the biggest fans of sasuke (this fic is a bit mean to him so i wouldnt recommend to sasuke stans). this doesnt read as one consecutive fic but more like two individual one shots. sasuke is only in the first chapter and the second one is dedicated to sakura’s first time training w tsunade and shikamaru analyzing her. also the author notes are me always
San by Demeter
ship: none // words: 3046 // chapters: 1/1
When three whittles down to one. A very biased view.
set throughout pre shippuden timeline. heavy on that introspection! not all that plot focused, just sakura’s thoughts on where she stands and how she’s always left behind
The Shadows are Darker When the Sun is Bright by EndoplasmicPanda
ship: none // words: 3437 // chapters: 1/1
She remembers that Team 7, from all those years ago, and then remembers the real Team 7, with bickering teammates and bloody spars and careful, loving admonishment. She remembers the Team 7 without Sasuke, remembers the Team 7 where it was just her and Kakashi for three long years. Remembers Sai and Yamato, sets aside her guilt for not visiting them in far too long, remembers Naruto’s grin and Sasuke’s smile.
They loved her. She loved them.
Can she love herself?
set after the war. sakura becomes hokage and shes good even though shes traumatized and not moving past it (bc shes trying to live the lives her teammates shouldve had) open ending but i choose to believe she takes to wandering the lands and going back into medical things while learning how to live her own life for herself and no one else :’)
Sense Memory by KuriQuinn
ship: sasusaku // word count: 3501 // chapters: 1/1
She’s not breathing, or showing any signs of life, and that worries him.
takes place when sarada is a baby. almost all of it is a flashback to smthn that took place in their baby days and it’s all in sasuke’s pov. the non flashback bits are soft and slice of life-esque. warnings for near death and drowning in the flashback and implied ns/fw near the very beginning and the very end
Coming Undone by Dovey
ship: none // words: 3643 // chapters: 1/1
The Uchiha Massacre is world-famous within weeks. The homicide of the Haruno family, in comparison, is a barely a blip on the radar- another case of personal drama with an unfortunate end. Sakura, the only survivor of her family tragedy, tries to grow up normal, chasing after boys and running away from nightmares.
She doesn’t grow up normal.
au. she’s a bamf with trauma babey!! she uses battle axes and hammers and her summons are tigers which is cool as shit. loss of morality and unquestionable loyalty is always so interesting. warnings for gore, death, and drug use
Sakura’s Plants by ba262
ship: none // words: 3704 // chapters: 15/15 // updated: 3/8/19
Sakura was given Ukki-kun the day she was officially left behind by team 7
set throughout timeline. a story told in parts surrounding the plants in sakura’s life. no dialogue! i love sakura so much and my heart hurtsss,, we get to see more of her reaction to being left behind by her team and im in PAIN!! shout out to sakura’s newfound support group. short chapters and a nice short read! idk how to describe it but the writing flows REALLY nicely
Pinpoint by CountessCzan
ship: sakura & shisui // words: 3792 // chapters: 1/1
Shisui takes care of a child named Sakura for a mission once. Sakura never lets go of him after that.
set when shisui is a genin post-war. sakura is a cute little baby and im sobbing at the picture this fic paints. I LOVE SHISUI A LOT he’s so soft im really tender
Stars Exploding by blesseth
ship: sasusaku // words: 4098 // chapters: 1/1
Don’t get Sakura wrong, she was happy she and Sasuke were becoming friends, following everything that had happened. Ecstatic even. But hell, did he have to be on her mind all the damn time?
set post war. BYE i had the cheesiest grin the entire time i was reading this. just a cute little pre-relationship type fic and i love the little team 7 as family things sprinkled in. just another good light hearted fic to break up the serious/plot focused fics
Sharkman and Cherrygirl by The_Floating_World
ship: none // words: 4245 // chapters: 1/1
Newly five Haruno Sakura joins her parents on a merchant trip, has a life-changing encounter, and gains a new goal.
YES BABEY!!! i love my little fearless to the point of just plain idiotic girl!! there’s a surprising amount of fics where kisame becomes a bit of an inspiration to my number one fave and i love all of them! more fuel for my love of sakura who focuses more towards her water aspect// anyway! my little baby is just in desperate need for a mentor figure/someone she can base herself off of bc shes a shy little things whom i love more than life itsself aa GOD the way she gets absolutely star eyed the moment she sees kisame has my heart in fits. i absolutely support my little murder kid and her life goals to be Just Like That (read the notes)
Warmth by kosmeja
ship: narusasusaku // words: 4296 // chapters: 1/1
In which Naruto has a nightlight, Sasuke is afraid of the dark and doesn't want to admit it, and somehow, Sakura is the perverted one.
Or: Team 7 have a brief conversation in the dark.
au. not to sure where this is timeline wise, but sakura is a chunin. they love her so much, yeah im crying about it. they just want her to feel good about herself and that theyre there to support her and im sobbing rn i love team 7 so much
House Upon a Rock by KuriQuinn
ship: sasusaku // words: 4311 // chapters: 1/1
She sort of considers herself the last resort, the one to pull him through; it never really occurs to her that she’s the one that could fall.
yeah!!! literal and metaphorical support!!! sakura is so good here i love her. shes just a kid and she wants to be able to support her teammates even if that means literally carrying them after they pass out from exhaustion. i super love how kuriquinn writes ss interactions and this fic is no different aa (also i cant believe he never gave her the spar she asked for :/) can be read as platonic if you want! it’s mostly onesided any way
Sakura of the Red Sands by Dovey
ship: gaasaku // words: 4811 // chapters: 1/1
Sasori hates Hatake Kakashi. He meets a young girl with reason to hate the man too, and finds the perfect opportunity for revenge.
If he accidentally builds a family along the way, well. He always was exemplary at exceeding expectations.
au. sasori never defected. set roughly around chunin exam arc. sasori is an asshole as per usual and accidently becomes sakura’s pseudo older brother figure? it’s actually super endearing how proud of her he becomes and how much he starts to root for her sjdndk though it is a Little unnerving here and there and there are parts where sasori is noticeably less normal than the average person. also MOKUTON SAKURA!!!!! she’s op and meets gaara and they click and this whole fic is maybe a little weird but mostly interesting (also the author notes are good please read them!!) warning for maybe questionable levels of attachment? oh also a kind of coerced amputation!
⭐Into the Water by BasicallyAnIdiot
ship: none // words: 5192 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura had always loved the water.
set throughout timeline. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again but i love when people write sakura as someone who leans more towards her water aspect and this is one of my favorite fics that show that. my girl is connected directly to tobirama nd while he’s actually a bastard, this fic single handedly made me have a reluctant soft spot for him. plus she follows directly in his footsteps and invents jutsus too (god i love her shes so smart and cool) plenty of little spots about love that make me tender. god i love this fic so much and my girl kicks ass 100/10
Parsley Seed Goes Nine Times to the Devil by Mook_aron
ship: none // words: 5445 // chapters: 1/1
Slow to grow, quick to sprout, parsley seed goes nine times to the devil
When she’s six, a man murders her family.
The man is tall, and his features are burned into her mind. She won’t forget him- she won’t let herself forget him.
root sakura au! changes her whole childhood and perspective on village loyalty. kind of poetic and nice to read despite the dark themes. sai is there!! not a lot but he’s there and i love him. i hesitate to call this team as family bc it’s only just starting to develop but you can feel the potential! part 1 of a series i hope continues aa// warnings for emotional abuse, blood, mentions of gore, and murder
⭐Most Girls, or, the one Where Sakura Grows up and Gets a Fan Girl Along the Way by theformerone
ship: none // words: 5869 // chapters: 1/1
In the years between Naruto’s departure and return, Sakura develops.
Aggressively.
She also gains a second shadow.
set throughout timeline, starts immediately after naruto leaves. YEAH BABEY!!! BAMF SAKURA!!! she gets so fucking cool and she trains with team 8 and team gai (and gets close w the rest of the konaha 11 in general)!! she gets the muscles that she deserves that could only aid the fighting style tsunade taught her (and that she deserves in canon ugh) and she turns into such a powerhouse and people love her and it’s what she deserves (also sakura takes moegi under her wing and they’re good for eachother im crying ajdjdj this fic single handedly made me love moegi)
tag along fic: That Girl Thinks She’s the Queen of the Neighborhood (i got news for you! she is!) by theformerone
same au but all from moegi’s perspective and BOY OH BOY I RELATE. she’s got a huge fucking crush on sakura and it’s cute and sakura is teaching her how to kick ass and it’s inspiring *chef hand kiss* (word count: 6624)
I Won’t Go Down, Your Blushing Bride by felinedetached
ship: inosaku // words: 6186 // chapters: 1/1
(Three things come after that:
1. The moment of realisation. The moment she realises Sasuke’s left the village, gone off to do who knows what with Orochimaru-
2. Her memory returns to her - she was useless against her teammate; taken down by a pressure point and unable to do anything to prevent him from getting at it.
3. Inner rages, throws herself around, cursing and screaming until finally, finally she calms and she says Uchiha Sasuke is a traitor.)
In which Sakura gets the character development she deserved.
set throughout timeline. sakura basically gets adopted by every shinobi adult and it makes my heart so happy. not a lot of plot (minus that bit near the end), but so much depth!! she really does get the character development she deserves. she grows up scary and so op and inner is still there and she dates ino and theyre so soft im crying
Is the Real Over There More Vivid Than Here Ever Feels by falterth
ship: hinasaku // words: 6366 // chapters: 1/1
The healing process is slow.
set some time after the war. i hate this fic SO much it left me ugly crying. fucking NARUTO dies?????? naruto is eternal he's not allowed to die,, okay but aside from the fact that im in my feelings, this fic is so good in how it deals with grief and coping and other such things of dealing with the death of a loved one and how "coping" by ignoring/forgetting the emotions isnt actually coping. warning for death and therapy and a teensy bit of victim blaming? (it gets worked out tho!)
Ain’t no princess in this tower by atomicmuffin
ship: sakura & tenten // words: 6448 //chapters: 1/1
Boys are idiots. Ninja boys are idiots with deadly weapons, and it's the kunoichi's privilege and duty to call them out on their bullshit.
Or: how Tenten becomes the Konoha equivalent of a coach for kunoichi completely on accident, mostly because of her pathological inability to let shit go.
set after tsunade becomes hokage (au where sasuke doesnt immediately leave) tenten’s pov! oooo we love a girl who supports girls! she helps sakura treat her teammates like normal people who mess up and are really just dumb boys. BIG fan of fics where tenten takes up a mentor/older sis position for sakura bc she holds a really soft spot in my heart. oof im so proud of my girl’s development im really crying about it
⭐Sing as Their Bones Go Marching in Again by felinedetached
ship: inosaku // words: 6929 // chapters: 1/1
Instead, it goes like this: Haruno Sakura is the daughter of two civilians, from civilian families. She is nothing and no one—smart, yes, top kunoichi, yes, but she will never be on par with clan kids. She is teammates to an orphan powerhouse from a dead clan and the last remaining Uchiha.
Haruno Sakura is nothing and nobody, but she breathes and grows and thrives and the forest thrives with her.
(She opens her eyes to wood, grown from nothing, and Hatake Kakashi stares in disbelief at the tree where his student used to be.)
Or, Haruno Sakura should have had the goddamn Mokuton and this author is mad.
set throughout timeline. this fic has me FOAMING at the mouth!!! MOKUTON SAKURA!!! SENJU SAKURA!!! HASHIRAMA PARALLELS!!! SHE’S A BAMF AND OP AS SHIT!!! TSUNADE ADOPTS HER!!! INO IS HER GIRLFRIEND!!!!! i could sing my praises for this fic all day and still not be finished ahxndkek everything is so good, every little detail (like choji and kiba taking up healing) is so fucking delicious PLEASE read, im BEGGING
For Want of Freedom by ThroughtheMirrorDarkly
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 8908 // chapters: 1/1
Haruno Sakura may seem like she is destined for being a paper ninja, that her choice in this career was a flight of fancy or all based on a fangirl crush. The pink haired girl had no delusions about the life she had chosen, but she would rather die as a ninja then to be bled dry as a slave to her family. Lies and deceptions have built the world around her and Sakura is ready to tear it down, grabbing freedom with both hands.
au. starts off when team 7 first tries to get the bells. sakura’s entire family and backstory is altered and abusive. budding team as family and maybe even actual family between naruto and sakura? *winkwink* some implications of a heavy plot but it doesnt go anywhere and there’s no plans to continue it! warnings for abuse, child experimentation, and mentions of blood
Walk Forward, Don't Look Back by teslatempest
ship: hinasaku // words: 9311 // chapters: 1/1
After the war, Sakura is exhausted.
She decides to make a change.
set post war, some of my favorite types of fics! she goes on a literal road to recovery and it makes my heart so warm because i love her so much and i just want her to be happy and this fic makes me melt///// the hinasaku is only implied once so dont get your hopes up BUT!!! sakura makes narusasu happen and i really said aww out loud in the dopiest voice when sasuke kissed his cheek,, my favorite parts are easily when shes thinking/talking about her emotions bc im a sucker for that good good introspection! warning for mentions of trauma i guess? none of it is all that bad it’s just a good coping fic
Thank You for the Meal by theformerone
ship: narusaku // words: 9876 // chapters: 1/1
Tsunade tells him that the best way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach. Naruto leaves Sakura snacks.
au! not anywhere near as shippy as the tags and description imply? lots of little odd ships like brief mentions of nejisasu nd hinakarin (which has a bit more focus). not very sakura centric but damn beautiful regardless so im keeping it here. actually really fucking emotional with a huge focus on uzushio and the uzumaki clan. made me cry 10/10
⭐Hounds Follow Those Who Feed Them by dragonyfox
ship: narusasusaku // words: 10597 // chapters: 3/3
Kakashi knows when to outsource training, but he also knows that only he can teach them some things.
little bits and pieces of their lives before the last chapter in the first part of this series :(( my heart is soft and full of sadness **READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES** it’s a hound will die for you but never lie to you and i have it listed a little further down
⭐The Sound by LadyKG
ship: none // words:13231 // chapters: 4/4
They lost. Completely. Totally. Lost. They thought it impossible, that the fates would reject this outcome for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. They have been punished for this belief. And for that, she will go back. Sakura-time travel AU
set post war. INCREDIBLY disorienting. really good to read when you’re existing a little to the left. im not a huge fan of time travel fics but holy shit?? this fic really is something else/ sakura needs to keep obito alive while dealing with hallucinations(?) of her family from her timeline. this is really fucking good actually and she kills danzo and ive got the second part here further down. warning for death
Gallant by Crunchysunrises
ship: sakura & itachi // words: 14890 // chapters: 3/3
On the day that he makes genin, Itachi sees Sakura. It changes the course of his life.
starts when itachi is a genin and sakura is a tiny little baby. non mass. very itachi centric but sakura is such a pivotal part of his life. itachi truly deserves better (it’s friendship!!! itachi is traumatized and dependent)
The Fury by LadyKG
ship: none // words: 15711 // chapters: 4/4
Sequel to 'The Sound'. She needs to keep moving, looking forward and fixing the problems of the past. If she doesn’t the world might just fall apart a second time. Sakura time travel AU.
sequal to The Sound (above somewhere)(read that one first ofc). just as confusing and disorienting as the first one! i love love love how the flashbacks are written where theres no discernible break between past and present. also i didnt mention it in the summary of pt 1 but yamato is so cute! im glad he’s getting better things (same goes for itachi!). warning that things kinda loop and it really is a little disorienting. like whole paragraphs repeat. warning for death too
The Lessons Change by exarite
ship: none // words: 17529 // chapters: 5/5
In another world, Haruno Sakura is known to be the best medic-nin of all time, renowned for her surpassing of her master and with a fearsome reputation for her strength and medical feats.
This is not that world.
aus. bundle of oneshots where sakura gets different teachers and how that changes things. (notes in the first chapter highlight the little issue i have w how sakura developed under tsunade) read the summaries and notes (beginning and end) for info abt the chapter! heavy warnings in chapter 4 for gore, emotional manipulation, blood, and experimentation. also in chapter 2 sakura has a childish crush on shisui and in chapter 3 theres a single line where he implies smthn
⭐Your Childhood Home is just Powder-White Bones (and You'll Never Find Your Way Back) by Dovey
ship: none // words: 24367 // chapters: 11/11
Sasuke is not the only one who worries he's getting too comfortable in his genin life. Itachi decides to add another motivator to Sasuke's revenge plans by kidnapping the teammate who wasn't a charismatic Jinchuriki. Sakura is used to being an objective for those around her, not a person, but even for her this is a little much.
In which Sakura is held captive and learns what a genjutsu specialist can do to a person's mind, that sharks can actually make great friends, joins a dying clan, and gets regifted multiple times before she's finally strong enough to fight back.
starts off when theyre genin. itachi is unhinged and sakura gets the short end of the stick :( LOTS of trauma. my girl gets really messed up and learns a lot of things purely to survive and has a loose grasp on reality. kisame isnt a good guy (read the notes at the end of chapter 10!) but he gives her sharks which is cool. kabuto is bad and so is orochimaru and kimimaro makes me sad but thats all par for the course. sakura gets some sick water things and also tsunade gets to be there and sakura makes her own family. warnings for torture, gore, dissociation, general loss of reality, blood, and death
⭐Survival of the Fittest by cywscross
ship: sakura & shikamaru // words: 24790 // chapters: 1/1
Sakura is thirteen, still a Genin, lost in the middle of Earth Country, lugging an unconscious Chuunin around, and so far beyond scared that she’s moved right on to pissed off.
au. naruto i love you but jesus christ. bamf sakura and shikamaru just trying to survive so they can get home and hopefully rip naruto a new one. really really cool to read abt shikamaru and sakura being smart and working together and plenty interesting bits of introspection. god this fic is just so good and the slow deterioration into kids just trying to stay alive while having nothing but each other and developing unhealthy codependency as a result is so damn interesting. also i cried 10/10 they care about each other so much
⭐Being Over-Prepared is Impossible (and other mottos) by Pleasedial123
ship: none // words: 40071 // chapters: 15/15
In one world, Kakashi awoke, felt grieved at being assigned a team he sees his own in, and he let that grief make him a lazy teacher. He saw himself in Sasuke, Obito in Naruto, and Rin in Sakura. He woke, saw himself in them, and took a large step back, regretting accepting them as his new team. In another world he was quite hands off, merely a watcher because it was so very painful to watch. He saw himself and all his mistakes in this new team of his.
In this world, Kakashi awoke, saw the similarities, and instantly panicked. He suddenly realized what he had done, passing a team. Kakashi was left scrambling not to repeat old mistakes and regrets. This team would not suffer the fate of his team.
In this world, simply put, Kakashi became a teacher. This is the starting of a new Team seven.
set early genin days. TEAM AS FAMILY BABY!!!!!!!! theyre all babies and dumb and reckless but theyre in it together! not as sakura centric as other fics on this list but her development into essentially team leader is so so good!! kakashi loves his kids so much aa
can be read alone but theres a sequel!: Surviving is the Same Thing as Winning (words: 22492 // chapters: 11/? // updated: 2/9/19)
⭐A Hound Will Die For You, but Never Lie to You by dragonyfox
ship: narusasusaku // words: 41065 // chapters: 9/9
Kakashi caught his breath and pretended like he was just thinking about what to say. His dogs saw through it. “I’m thinking of having my team sign the dog contract.”
Pakkun nodded thoughtfully. “That might piss off some powerful people, boss.”
au! (chapter title is the pov) starts somewhere post wave and pre chunin exam. sakura is kakashis favorite and it really makes me wanna cry when fics do that PLUS SHE GETS A HUGE FUCK OFF BATTLE AXE BABY!!!!!!!! they get different developments!!! sasuke gets to be the medic and im really happy about it because he seems sO HAPPY!!! also they get cute dogs and it’s all very sweet. developing themes of team as family which im a sucker for plus developing poly t7 (pining sasuke!) which im REALLY a sucker for aa it was such a happy fic but WOW that last chapter takes no prisoners warning for super brief mention of rape and there’s major character death in the last chapter :(
⭐Samsara by KuriQuinn
ship: sasusaku // words: 54177 // chapters: 8/8
Sakura’s words die in her throat as the man’s eyes shoot open, and the coldest red irises she has ever seen meet hers. She is hit by a wave of terrifying certainty about two things right then – that she knows these eyes better than any other and that, if he wanted to, this man could stop her heart with just a look.
set during their travels. FINALLY!!! the parallels of three that ive been needing my whole ass life!! also sasuke is doting and worried and it’s cute. super fucking interesting and half of it takes place during the Ootsutsuki time (aka naruto & sasuke’s first incarnations) warnings for nsfw and some weird loss of identity/time stuff? it’s a great fic though, easily one of my top faves
⭐A Girl in the Forest of Moss and Bone by theformerone
ship: none // words: 65665 // chapters: 6/6
Katsuyu spits acid in her eyes, and Sakura must prove herself worthy enough for the slugs of Shikkotsu Forest to heal.
Or, it doesn’t translate to ‘damp bone forest’ for nothing.
IF THERE’S A FIC WHOSE SERIES ID RECCOMEND IN ITS ENTIRETY IT IS ABSOLUTELY THIS FIC. IF YOU LOVE SAKURA (AND SLUG SAGE SAKURA ESPECIALLY) PLEASE READ THE BALLAD OF THE SLUG SAGE SERIES. IT OWNS MY WHOLE SOUL. guhh sakura is so adorable in the first chapter (kakashi.. choke) GOD. the fucking uhhhh worldbuilding??????? its Actually my favorite thing aa op’s writing style makes me wanna cry it flows so smoothly and it’s so clever and makes me laugh and keeps me enthralled and FUCK sakura IS SO FUCKING COOL AAAAAAAA /// she loves learning and she loves the world and the world loves her and MAYBE im screaming about it. and i LOVE that this fic leans into how nature is ever changing and always moving and a constant balance like it really makes me choke on love.. her friends love her lots :((( warning for blood and mentions of death. im BEGGING you guys to read the rest of this series.. my girl is worth songs :’)
Broken Glass by Emma_Raye
ship: none // words: 68800 // chapters: 29/29 // updated: 11/6/18
Naruto and Sasuke left Sakura pathetically broken, but like any good shinobi she put the pieces back together the only way she knew how: relentless training. Years later Konoha is in the midst of a war and Sakura is a force to be reckoned with. Frankly, she's not even sure if she wants her teammates back.
au. starts during the early parts of tsunades training (with a timeskip) sakura has a lot of feelings of abandonment and im proud of how much shes achieved! shes in anbu and a diplomat (theres a war going on) and she stands on her own two feet! shes got a weird relationship w morality and starts questioning the way things are run.. also she holds a lot of resentment towards naruto and sasuke but it gets worked on throughout (and they become a team again!!!) im not a fan of how they treated her like shes something to be protected however briefly. sakura needs a mental health lifetime but god damn if she isnt smart and OOF the poetic cinema of it all,, warning for blood, death, and major character death
Home is Where the Heart is by deeppoeticgirl
ship: sasusaku // words: 100849 // chapters: 26/26 // updated: 12/20/18
And with every moment together, they get just a little closer, a little more comfortable with each other. Fall a little more in love.
set post war. okay listen. barring morally repulsive ships (kksk, itsk, mdsk, etc.) any sakura ship makes me happy if it’s healthy and loving even if i dont like the ship (like i dont care abt shikasaku and canon ss is SO bad i still cant believe it happened) THAT BEING SAID. this fic is cute and sasuke cares a lot and op wrote him so emotive and i love the little family he became a part of on his trips and sakura is a lovestruck fool (which still has me gritting my teeth bc it doesnt idk. Fit with the rest of her personality) but it’s cute if second hand embarrassing,, honestly this fic is so ooey gooey and full of cheesy love and it’s damn near too much (how many times can a person blush.. like fr..) and theres annoying bits of needless drama and lack of communication but im stubbornly holding onto this fic bc i LOVE the character study type route this fic takes/// (this fic is like. really dramatic.. thats a warning in and of itself and i mean like telenovela type dramatic emotion and subtext. not plot twisty dramatic) warning for violence, mentions of blood, and nsfw
Follow the Sun by LaceyJane
ship: gaasaku // words: 106341 // chapters: 21/21
Stranded in the desert, without food, water, or her supplies, Sakura decides to head west to the land of shifting winds and scorching sands. It hasn’t even been a year since the wind nation had tried to overthrow her city, but she knows of someone out there, someone who, above anyone else, holds the best chance of finding her in this barren land. Able to only hope her attempts to raise attention aren’t in vain, she sets off across the sands towards the west, intent to follow the sun.
not super positive where in the timeline this is (or if it’s an au) but if i had to hazard a guess id say between sakura being taken on as an apprentice and before sasuke leaves. starts off w sakura by herself traversing through a desert with the clothes on her back. she suffers before she gains but at least it’s not for long (Well..) also can i say that i LOVE worldbuilding and i LOVE how different aspects of suna were protrayed here. like the scouting and political things (sakura being the hokages apprentice and how shed be treated in other villages) and temari in general? ugh! theres focus on gaara and how he’s coping with his demon too plus he’s just kinda cute in this fic. warning for violence, the general bad things that happen while unprepared in a desert, and the q slur except it’s not used in regard to gay ppl in any way. nothing is romantic so it can be taken as friendship if it’s what you’d prefer!
⭐Time Flies Like an Arrow by Katlou303
ship: inosaku // words: 240288 // chapters: 36/36 // updated: 2/1/19
Sakura traveled back in time with the intent of changing everything, but something went wrong, and now she's four years old having nightmares about impossible monsters and losing friends she has yet to meet.
time travel fic!!!!! oh my heart is soft :( starts off when theyre tiny kids and sakura stands up for naruto (childhood friends!!) sakura’s memories of her prev timeline come to her in dreams (pretty intense for a kid to be having.. ily kagami:( ) SHISUI AND GENMA ARE THERE!!! ILY BABIES,, shes literally so baby and small and full of love for her friends :((((( shisui is fanastic and also a mess, baby sasuke is the cutest, itachi deserves better, sakuras family has me weak as hell theyre so perfect, and inner sakura in this fic is prev timeline sakura (who is so fucked up holy jesus) tsunade gets a new family member and oh fuck gaara is so cute and same goes for tenzo AND BONUS MOKUTON????? the ocs are really interesting and good and i love them (the word count is a little inaccurate bc theres parts at the end of the chapters themselves that are more like authors notes) warning for trauma, flashbacks, blood, gore, death, implied child abuse (never happens but it gets mentioned a lot), and major character death (kagami… :( ) GUYS I JUST REALIZED IT ENDED ON MY BDAY
IN PROGRESS
Grit Your Teeth (and Smile) by kattenprinsen
ship: none // words: 1423 // chapters: 2/? // updated: 8/1/18
Sakura is an immigrant. Her father is an immigrant too.
au. okay okay this is a pet peeve of mine with canon itself bc sakura was team seven’s token “has parent’s that are alive and support her” except that was genuinely never shown?? we know Nothing substantial about mebuki and kizashi and their relationship with sakura and fsnsksnk im ranting. this fic is nice and yeah there’s not a lot happening so far but i love the depth op is giving to sakura’s parents so much (and they are totally different from canon btw. theyre very good ocs and her dad is a missing nin from mist with sharp teeth aaa) (sakura is also a little bit of a bamf as a result of her parents and im crying about it)
Was That Your Voice or Was That Me by grit
ship: sakura & sasori // words: 1528 // chapters: 1/5 // updated: 10/9/18
Sasori takes Sakura on as an apprentice out of boredom and keeps her because she has potential and he is pragmatic to a fault.
Spontaneity doesn't suit his plans though and Sakura has her own opinion on murder, so it goes about as well as you'd expect.
au where this story take free reign of the timeline. sasori meets sakura when shes a little kid and takes a shining to her potential (as everyone should...). kinda fucked up tbh! at least a little bit! warning for murder and emotional manipulation. the only chapter seems to just be setting up the rest of the story where sasori essentially changes her whole mentality
Tables They Are Turning (Bridges They Are Burning) by pg13
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 1555 // chapters: 1/? // updated: 7/19/18
It’s not until she’s convulsing and the heat from her neck is spreading that she wonders if maybe she should’ve listened when her mother told her to reconsider being a shinobi.
set during chunin exam. SAKURA GETS BIT INSTEAD OF SASUKE. sasuke gets fiercely protective and learns of the incredible emotion called friendship. lots of promising things happen and then it gets cut off when it REALLY starts to get into it AAA/// i Know this fic is gonna be delicious
Skin is Just a Ready Made Coffin by ulittuq
ship: none // words: 2026 // chapters: 2/? // updated: 7/27/18
The night of the Uchiha Massacre is chaos. Alarms are blaring and shinobi are flying through the street and somewhere Sasuke Uchiha is waking up from seventy-two hours of psychological torture courtesy of his big brother.
Sakura Haruno hides under her bed with her hands clasped over her mouth trying to stifle her breathing and praying that the stranger prowling her house can’t hear her heartbeat.
(read author note at the beginning to see how the timeline is changed) some faceless guy takes advantage of the disaster on the night of the massacre and kills sakura’s family to help his mom(??) and that’s literally it! starts off balls to the walls!! feeds into my feral love of the naruto civilians and how they might resent shinobi. i LOVE fics where civilians are the main focus and how they might be disenfranchised (especially in the hidden villages) as opposed to ninjas. theres not a lot of plot yet but it’s building up to smthn good!! i hope sakura keeps that little bit distrust towards shinobi and the system in her heart! blind loyalty to the state is unhealthy. warning for death, murder, gore, and panic attacks
Daisies and Lilacs by Pinnacle of Failure (Cromirn)
ship: none // words: 2487 // chapters: 1/? // updated: 12/5/18
She's always seen them. Sometimes they scare her, like every shadow to a child should. But there's something to them that she doesn't have, something that she doesn't want.
starts off early academy days up to when they meet kakashi. might not end up being a multi chapter fic. she sees things so im clocking her as psychotic in this fic bc same hat! not a whole lot in the way of plot but the writing style is neat!
⭐To Serve Man by Dovey
ship: none // words: 3090 // chapters: 2/? // updated: 3/19/18
Kizashi Haruno was a civilian man with a simple shop, from a civilian family of simple farmers; Mebuki Haruno was a missing nin from the land of Rain. Sakura took after both her parents.
“You owe yourself to three things, in order: the ones you love, yourself, and then your village.”
au. the rest of the summary is such a mood, i wish we got actual info about her parents :/ i LOVE this fic and i want more content about this universe because im nothing if not a sucker for sakura with a missing nin parent aaa,,, mebuki is so cool and sakura learns early on that blind loyalty to a village is not a good thing to cultivate. her morals are very based around earned loyalty and death bc thats what her mom knew (and i love and appreciate that she motivates sakura to aim for “flee on sight” if she were to ever end up in the bingo book) also kizashi is so sweet and supportive djefk warning for animal death and murder
I’ve Been Waiting my Whole Life (When I’ve Only Been Dreaming) by SheBeanSheep
ship: none // words: 3329 // chapters: 3/? // updated: 7/19/18
Before she was a boy-crazy fangirl, Sakura wanted nothing more than to be a good shinobi. Afterall, that’s what the voice, Inner Sakura, wanted. But Sakura just wanted to be Ino’s friend. So all of her energy went into making sure Ino would still like her, would still consider her a friend and a rival. So, Sakura bypassed the training scrolls of her childhood and picked up a hairbrush, shutting Inner Sakura away.
Then, Team 7 got the Wave Mission.
Then, Inner Sakura got a name.
Then, everything changed.
starts during wave. INNER BECOMES A SUBSTANTIAL CHARACTER HELL YEAH. and now shes actually mito uzumaki?? fucking legendary, nothing less than the best for my queen! mito kicks sakura’s ass into high gear and starts turning her into the bamf she was destined to be (though it hasnt actually gotten to that point ajdj i cant wait for future updates aaa)
Training Sakura by Kalira
ship: sakura & kakashi // words: 3601 // chapters: 2/? // updated: 11/25/18
Two members of Team Seven broke away on their own, and in the aftermath there remains only one thing to be settled. . . That one thing is not what anyone expected.
With Sakura as his sole remaining student, Kakashi settles in to train her properly, determined to help her achieve her ambitions as a ninja and become a great one.
set after naruto leaves. gai is a real one! yeah maybe i did start tearing up by the end of the first chapter. im emotional okay. also ive read so many fics where ino doesnt GET to be sakura’s best friend and it hurts me directly so this fic really makes me happy (bonus really short tag-along fic title Mistress where sakura gets a puppy aa)
Of Which Do I Change by Pinnacle of Failure (Cromirn)
ship: none // words: 3772 // chapters: 4/? // updated: 1/16/19
It starts and it ends in confusion. There never was a true destination in life, in what she was and what actually defined her. But one thing happened, and now she is someone, her name is on the lips of the Hokage and Clan heads and now they see who she is. Too bad she can't do that anymore.
But she takes pride in that. She has pink hair and green, useless, eyes. She is an anomaly in her own right, and that makes her strong, that makes her a terror in her own right.
starts off pre/early academy days. seems to be setting up to be a longer fic? interesting bits abt clan stuff! i do feel a little bad for ino :( sakura’s drive to have a name again is really nice to read and i KNOW shes gonna be cool as shit. not much in the way of a major plot insofar but still really good!!!
The Senju Whisperer by callmeportgas
ship: sakura & hashirama // words: 4754 // chapters: 2/? // updated: 11/14/18
In which Sakura comes to fully embrace the heritage her family couldn't, with some help from her imaginary friend.
au! MOKUTON SAKURA BBY!!!!! the story is only JUST developing but i can already see the building friendship between naruto and sakura!!!
Dont Think, Just Run by alicemc12
ship: none // words: 4806 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 3/10/19
Sakura was left behind after an ambush. Left for dead by mistake, until her life is saved by a young girl. With everyone believing her dead, Sakura is left to see the world from a different side. Without thinking, she runs away from the past she can't change and to a fate only she can control. Because it's just as a little girl said, the future will never be set in stone unless you let it.
starts off in oc pov. not sure where in the timeline this is but she knows how to heal by this point. COOL PLOT!! love the fate stuff and how much of a bamf sakura gets to be even though it's very ff.net-esque
Way of the Cherry Blossom by chadsuke
ship: none // words: 5422 // chapters: 16/? // updated: 9/8/18
Healing isn't a bad profession, Sakura knows. She could do well in it. But healing means that you're the one picking up the pieces, putting your teammates back together.
Sakura wants to stop them from getting hurt at all.
starts after sasuke “dies” in wave but before they go back to the village. shes a baby and wants to be able to stand beside the rest of her team. her family is so good in this fic! and so is kakashi even though he subjected her to gai. sasuke is cute too and naruto always is. theres some sentences that arent really jokes but are worded in such a fantastic way that i end up cackling. it’s all pretty lighthearted! warning for brief mention of death
⭐Salt in the Wound by Dovey
ship: sakura/oc // words: 6033 // chapters: 4/? // updated: 3/30/18
The Wave arc, except Sakura’s flimsy attempt at protecting the client results in her accidentally faking her death. Zabuza survives and takes her along with him as an apprentice, and she grows up in the harder but more emotional life of a nin on the run.
aka I have a lot ideas of how Missing-Nin would have a different culture than the rest of Naruto-verse, that would place a high-value on youngins’ in the trade given the rarity, and Sakura gets a lot of teachers over the years for the price of lots of emotional trauma & loss.
also, she gets a big fuck-off sword.
starts off during wave arc. ZABUZA I LOVE YOU. he takes sakura in because he’s a lonely missing nin who got used to caring for another person. sakura isnt as against the idea of staying with zabuza as she tries to pretend to be. also, GOD the reactions of the rest of the konoha twelve really really break me?? sasuke spirals faster and naruto gets essentially adopted by sakura’s parents? and kakashi gets fiercely protective. warning for death, animal death, and kinda graphic murder? also theres no actual ship even a little implied so far
Sharp by ineffableblue
ship: none // words: 6309 // chapters 2/? // updated: 3/12/19
Sakura has been teased, gotten angry for that, then gotten teased for getting angry. Everything she does isn't enough. But she's observant and slowly she starts to find out that she fits in better in the ninja world than she ever imagined. The best ninja are always thought to be something else and Sakura is a master at being mistaken for harmless.
starts when shes baby. sakura is full of rage and bottling it up like a molotov cocktail (and her parent are given depth which is great! but they kinda suck which isnt so great! it's a "tough love" sort of thing but it still rubs me wrong) i love and support sakura's desire to seek out knowledge on her own! and i am SO HAPPY this fic updated i could cry,, i KNEW the title and desc were familiar when i saw them at the top of the sakura fic tag one day and i yelled when i realized it WAS the same fic i had already put under left unfished// op if you're reading this know that im filled w love and support :')
Because I Ache by Wyle23
ship: narusaku // words: 6512 // chapters: 3/? // updated: 9/4/18
Ugly are the truths of the world. Hate's competitor can jail just as blindly. Focused otherwise, though, what changes would her shift in truth bring? In which Konoha's young jinchuuriki stumbles upon not a Hyuuga, but a Haruno.
starts when theyre babies!! little five year olds who deserve better (bby sakura id do anything for you.. :’() theyve got tiny crushes and theyre so cute i wanna cry about it. ino nd sakura stay friends (thank god) and GOD i want ppl to stop being mean to naruto :((
The Shadows Claim Us by Nine_Stoic_Crayolas
ship: gaasaku // words: 6586 // chapters: 39/? // updated: 4/21/18
"You don't want to go near that one." "Why?" "...She's damaged goods."
takes place in suna! (sakura is an iwa native!) (also i have.no idea how old they are. it’s mentioned at one point that sakura’s 4 but.. idk? if there?s time skips?? there’s just lots of bits that arent worded right for them to be 4 through the whole fic.. idk. gimme ur input actually idk if i wanna keep this) gaara takes a shining to her bc sakura also gets called a monster. bro these little gremlins are fucking pissed. imagine a toddler yelling “fuck!” at you but constantly. warning for general mistreatment of children and mentions of death and blood
Serendipity by stirringwinds
ship: none // words: 6751 // chapters: 2/? // updated: 10/24/18
Sasuke had never known Senju Hashirama in person, of course. But he had grown up hearing stories about the First Hokage at his mother’s knee—about the legend who had defeated the most powerful member of their own clan. Enough stories to recognise what he was seeing—and to know he was witnessing his teammate perform the impossible.
Or, in the fight against Gaara during Suna’s attempted invasion of Konoha, the Ichibi’s attempt to kill Sakura awakens an unexpected power. It changes the destiny of Team Seven forever.
MOKUTON SAKURA BABEYYY!!!!! largely sasuke’s pov. also they’re all stupid and it’s funny and i love them// im literally foaming at the mouth and excited to see where the story goes and im :pensive:
Warmth by PotatoeGoddess
ship: inosaku // words: 7135 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 4/7/18
Sakura Haruno was born screaming and kicking and in some ways, she felt, she kind of never stopped.
starts off pre/early academy days. sakura is full of strong emotions and same hat. there’s comphet and sakura has such a crush on ino. what a useless gay. that’s not really a focus in the story (more just consistently implied) honestly dont all together know whats going on! but that’s par for the course
What Happens After by stirringwinds
ship: narusasusaku // words: 8044 // chapters: 3/? // updated: 1/13/19
Sakura deals with her feelings once she can stop focusing on stopping the world from imploding. Just what exactly is her place in this world?
This is just a lot of Sakura can't deal with life right now.
set post series. lotta sakura introspection! she’s dealing with a lot of feelings of inferiority and emotions she doesnt acknowledge bc shes a disaster bi. i actually cried bc her feelings towards her own self worth hit me with all kinds of feelings of catharsis. canon sakura really needs smthn like this. just a chance to recover :(.. warning for lots of poly ships if ur not into that
⭐Catharsis by pastanoodle
ship: none // words: 10198 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 8/16/17
Sakura isn’t the kind of person to survive past Genin. She wears pink, fights over boys, and can’t throw a Kunai to save her life. Which is why no one expects her to live very long. To Sakura, graduating from the academy is like a reality check. Being a shinobi is nothing close to how civilian romance novels make it seem. Sakura has always been terrible at stopping when she should. So she changes pink to grey, forces herself to ignore Sasuke, and learns how to shatter bones with a single punch. Screw surviving. Sakura knows she’s going to die, but she’ll go down fighting.
starts off a little before wave except!! the full wave arc never happens and everything changes!! inner becomes a substantial part of the story and im so glad for it. oh my god this fic is so good and i love all the author notes, theyre so delicious. sakura starts developing from a calm, quiet, and accepting girl. to a shinobi who is pissed off about the hand she was dealt with and goddammit! shes gonna do something about it!!! you fucking go, girl, live your dream of being in the bingo books i love you. this fic hasnt updated in a while and im so teary eyed about it, i hope it’s not being left unfinished. i refuse to put it under that category bc im stubborn and hopeful. warning for death and gore in the second chapter
Red With Clay, or Into Fire by grit
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 10420 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 11/4/18
Headstrong, carrying her heart on her sleeve: Sakura is a smart and driven child who will fight for what's hers.
Or: Sakura gets a personality, Naruto some friends and Sasuke a childhood.
starts off during their litle genin introductions.TEAM AS FAMILY Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW! sasuke actually likes his team basically from the get go??? and sakura just wants her team to workout and they do! theyre getting there!!! oof!!!!!!!!
Breathe and Heal by Himechiiii
ship: narusasusaku // words: 11535 // chapters: 3/? // updated: 1/6/18
Two months. Two months had passed since the end of the Fourth Great Shinobi War. Two months and Sakura still hadn’t fully processed. Hadn’t fully healed. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I don’t know what my goal is supposed to be. You say that I’ve passed them, but it doesn’t feel like it. I close my eyes and all I see is their backs in front of me.”
Or in which Sakura realizes she is more than she thought she was, and lets herself be loved.
set post war. sakura gets well deserved time off of work to cope with things (and ino is real one :( please stop forgetting she’s her best friend) sakura loves her boys so much but god her inferiority complex makes me so sad
Promises by BombsAreForBabies
ship: none // words: 12376 // chapters: 8/? // updated: 10/29/18
It's her first kiss and Naruto's last. She promises him that she will bring Sasuke home. It's his dying wish, after all.
(Naruto bleeds out faster than the kyuubi can heal him.
Sakura learns that being a ninja is more than fancy jutsu and fun.
Sasuke does not know that he just killed his best friend and turned his most loyal comrade into his worst enemy.)
set after the first fight in the valley of the end. bamf sakura that deserves a break.. immediate warning for death :( kakashi and sakura connect in the aftermath and ino remains as the realest. sakura learns poisons from shizune!!!!! FINALLY!!! everyone cares about her a lot and that makes me happy but god can she PLEASE get a therapist
When I Grow Up I’ll Be An Avalanche (and i’ll grow up soon) by ulittuq
ship: none // words: 12900 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 12/10/18
A little civilian girl hears that genin are considered adults in the eyes of the law and she think yes please I need to get out--
The next week she starts the Academy.
Once a little civilian girl tells an orphan boy, God I wish I didn’t have parents, and she means it as a confession. A cry for help. The orphan boy hears selfishness spill from her mouth and snaps.
A little civilian girl, who has yet to see combat, wakes from nightmares gasping and clawing at her skin. No one notices.
au! naruto canon never gave us anything for sakura’s parent so fics like this own me! i like where theyre portrayed as abusive bc well canon doesnt disprove it! and projection. also. owns me inner also has more focus!! sakura just wants an out and she’s gonna do most anything to get there. also naruto love!! because he deserves it! warning for abuse (mentions of emotional and physical) im super excited for more updates i like where the story is going!!
Mune Ga Hachikire Soude by clohsoo
ship: none // words: 15815 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 3/24/19
A deal is made between two devils and two girls share a demon.
HEY OP IF YOURE READING THIS: I LOVE YOU AND I SUPPORT YOU AND THIS IS SO GOOD TY FOR GIVING LOVE TO MY GIRL RIN,, au set mostly in rin's pov (i love the hobbies rin picks up, my little jack of all trades) danzo can still choke, sakura bby.. ily..:(((, ino is always amazing, and ANKO!! I LOVE YOU!!! OOF sakura's attempts at acting like a normal kid REALLY plucks at my heart strings// warning for child abuse bc root, death bc root, and trauma also.. bc root
⭐The Best-Looking Truth by Dovey
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 17378 // chapters: 6/? // updated: 1/7/19
Sakura doesn’t like to talk about her family. Most people assume it’s because she’s a nice young girl, and she doesn’t want to make everyone else feel bad, considering she’s on a team of orphans.
It has more to do with the fact that she killed her parents in self-defense and is desperately trying to cover up the murders, than any sympathy for her teammates- but she’s happy to let you assume what you want.
did that summary give you whiplash? because it absolutely made me collapse. set just before the bell test. also starts off pretty fucking strong. shes a traumatized kid trying to compartmentalize on her own while trying to make sure no one finds out about what she did. also she’s really smart in the way she’s dealing with the aftermath. really interesting (at least to me) is how despite her parents no longer having a direct hold on her life, she still abides by their rules. warning for (past) child abuse, murder, and occassionaly descriptive gore. godd i really want more (there’s narusaku and some sakura/oc but i dont think theyre permanent? the narusaku definitely isnt bc it was mostly an accident but im not sure abt the sakura/oc)
Control by Dragonist
ship: none // words: 17816 // chapters: 14/? // updated: 6/8/18
Kumo kidnaps a child of Konoha.
Sakura graduates from the academy only a year after starting it. There's a war going on, and she's obedient enough to stay quiet and follow orders.
Then the war ends, and it's unclear who is really giving them.
au (read notes for the changes) starts pre academy. bro??? theres a war going on and im stressed at how young she is when she graduates.. sai ily..warning for death, blood, and uh. bad medical practices
If I Live by Lalit
ship: none // words: 18344 // chapters: 9/? // updated: 8/21/18
Every action has a consequence. It took one girl to screw all of Orochimaru’s plans up, and nothing will ever be the same. “Look at you, such bloodlust. Darkness is a lovely shade on you, my dear.”
set during chunin exam. ANOTHER SAKURA GETS BIT INSTEAD OF SASUKE FIC. a little slow going in terms of timeline i guess? no timeskipping so far. love the relationship between team 7 here (esp that one scene w naruto. u did amazing sweetie!) warning for death and gore and also sexual undertones when orochimaru is there. he’s a creep and op sells it.
Black Hole Heart by LadyNyxRavus
ship: none // words: 20017 // chapters: 5/8 // updated: 2/18/19
By all accounts, Sakura is dead for the first five minutes of her life.
Yet, she continues. If she occasionally has too many, too sharp teeth then that's their business.
OKAY SO. im NOT a big of crossovers but HEAR ME OUT. sakura gets a symbiote in place of inner and she eats people and naruto is a little more feral and sasuke is the closest thing they have to handlers. warnings for cannibalism, blood, and gore. this is up there as one of the most self indulgent fics on here
Throwing a Stone in a River by theroadkillcafe
ship: none // words: 20221 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 9/7/18
When Sakura graduates from the academy, she suddenly finds her head invaded by the ghost of Uchiha Shisui. Her inner is gone, but not forgotten, and she struggles with impulse control more than ever before. But also, Shisui gives a lot of unsolicited advice - useful and otherwise - and does not shut the fuck up. He’s not thrilled about current events.
warning for immediate mentions of suicide and drowning (and implied eye gore) set just after they graduated from the academy. sakura’s got some fun mental things to deal with now that shes stuck w the ghost and seeing them kinda everywhere. have i mentioned that i love shisui? he’s really good and helps sakura out with gratuitous amounts of snark. warnings for more eye gore, blood, nightmares, and torture
If You Can't Hold on, Hold on by Fiercest
ship: sasusaku // words: 20780 // chapters: 8/? // updated: 12/4/18
Sakura always wished she could relate to her teammates better. She wishes she could take it back.
In which Sasuke acquires some unwanted roommates and a team becomes a family.
set post konoha crush. TEAM AS FAMILY!!! almost immediate warning for death :( gh// her team cares a lot abt her and want her to be okay and sasuke is making effort into being a source of support (he’s baby..) theyre all pretty traumatized (and god fucking awful at dealing with it) (not shippy at this point!)
⭐Find Your Place (Whatever it Takes) by Dovey
ship: none // words: 22296 // chapters: 11/? // updated: 12/28/18
The war lasts longer than in canon, and has only just ended. While most of the 'Konoha 12' are clan heirs and thus protected from having to go to war prematurely, Sakura is from a civilian family, with naturally advanced chakra control, and thus is thrown immediately onto the frontlines. Now she's on a genin team in peacetime, and she's struggling to figure out how to live when she's not constantly at risk of dying.
Team seven bonds in new weird ways, The Uchiha are actually all dead except for Sasuke (including war-hero itachi) who's got a chip on his shoulder the size of Konoha, Naruto isn't the kyuubi container and he finds Sakura kinda scary. Sakura would just like to have a hobby.
au. my girl deals with trauma and t7 learn to get along eventually (and unhealthily?) i love sakura’s war team a lot and they care abt each other a lot too and GOD i love shit that focuses on the advantages clan kids gets for being clan kids and especially for being heirs!! it’s just interesting as hell to read!! sakura fosters her hate and distrust for the state and GOD is that ever a good thing (kushina :(..) we’re in this shit for a REVOLUTION!! IM SO HYPE!!! warning for violence and mentions of death
⭐Building the Puzzle by ich_bin_ein_stern
ship: narusasusakusai // words: 22716 // chapters: 4/5 // updated: 8/27/18
In which Sakura feels disconnected after the 4th Shinobi War and decides to cut the string attaching her to Team Seven, if only for a few years. This does not settle well with the remaining members, past or present.
set post war. FULL POLY TEAM SEVEN BABY!!!!! there’s not a whole lot of content for poly7 that includes BOTH sai and sasuke. it’s usually one or the other which already puts this fic in my good graces uwu ino bby i love you so much they’re so tactile and close and it makes my heart melt and she cares abt sakura and wants them both to be okay. im indulging my need for a sakura who gets to travel!! she loves her team so much but she really needs to love herself first. the rest of her team learns to better themselves and it’s really nice to read. also GOD i say it often but sakura is so cool (esplecially vs the suna elders aa)
Moments of Perfection by kiwi_socks
ship: narusasusaku // words: 22880 // chapters: 6/? // updated: 5/9/18
It's a dream Sakura's had many times before. Until it is rudely interrupted by Naruto and Sasuke mistaking her kitchen window for the front door.
"Hey...we failed in so many ways before, do you think we'll get something right, or just screw up again?"
okay im NOT much of a fan of timetravel fics but everyone should know by now that poly team 7 actually owns me. theyre all stupid together (it’s solidarity). poor kakashi. there’s some fuckery happening!! perhaps i yelled WHAT!? at my phone at least once
⭐Kubikiribocho, My Love by IslitaBonita
ship: none // words: 23231 // chapters: 10/? // updated: 7/22/18
Where Sakura becomes better acquainted with Zabuza's sword, Kubikiribocho.
set mostly during wave. interesting bits of sakura vs herself. budding relationship between her and gaara (murder friends) the writing style is SUPER cool! blood, unhealthy attachment, impalement, and death. ugh! when will this fic come back from war
Believe Me When I Say I Cary All My Sins by Honestly Neptune (mypennameishidden)
ship: none // words: 24287 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 12/20/18
Sakura knew the best way to tear a man's spine out of his nose without breaking a sweat.
She didn't know how to live in a village with Minato as Hokage and the Uchiha clan as the beloved police force. She didn't know how to live as a disgraced genin in a bloody apartment with dead men knocking at her door.
She didn't know how to forgive herself for failing Konoha. Now she had a chance to save it.
au. SUCH cool take on the timetravel trope!! sakura is just angry and tired and she’s gonna make this timeline work so help her god. i love shisui and i love that he gets to be a main character here aa. warnings for blood and general violence
Dandelions Blow in Spring by capriicious
ship: none // words: 24507 // chapters: 13/? // updated: 11/25/18
sakura is in the land of waves, the seraphic, beautiful place filled with religious and cultural beliefs. her team mate is lying in front of her, dead, cold and so, so white. her sensei is bleeding out while fighting zabuza. naruto is fighting against the odds of hundred of senbons.
(or: sakura watches her team mates get beaten half to death and bleed out next to her when the fight ends and with that event set in her mind: realises that she's going to die unless she toughens up.)
au but starts off in wave during the fight w zabuza nd haku so immediate warning for blood, gore, death, and a bit of an unhinged mind bc it’s sakura pov and this is traumatic. i recommend reading the notes at the beginning of each chapter for trigger warnings. it’s a heavy fic. interesting bits about merchant business and the dark side of the village. only BARELY connected to canon. pretty much through characters alone, the whole story is different
Cut the Head off the Snake by itsthechocopuff
ship: none // words: 24601 // chapters: 8/? // updated: 1/2/19
when eighteen-year-old, post-war Sakura is thrown back into her tiny, pre-Academy body, she makes a decision. she’d had a childhood once already, and this time, she’s more interested in Not Dying when the inevitable shit hits the proverbial fan. so she will work harder, care less, kill more, and smile when she’s done.
and hey, if she ends up reviving an extinct nature transformation to attract the most corrupt, power-hungry man from her timeline, all the better for her, right?
IM MENTIONED IN THE NOTES?? UH HELLO I LOVE YOU. timetravel fic! war fesh sakura gets sent back into her pre academy self. sakura is gonna make shit work this time around and shes gonna go through root to do it! MOKUTON BABEY!!! it gets changed from a kekkai genkai to a learned skill based mostly on amazing chakra control (which my girl has in spades!!) SAI AND SHISUI BBY I LOVE YOU// im in love with shin now too and god damn it i want all of them to be okay :’( warning for death at the hand of trees, mentions of blood, and the massacre
Seeds of Knowledge by Ice_Eagle
ship: none // words: 24845 // chapters: 10/? // updated: 3/15/19
It starts with an Academy internship at the Konoha Library and Archives. The only problem is the Library/Archives has never had an intern before. Ever.
Everyone is an idiot at the beginning. There is always room to grow.
set during early academy days. first person pov and it switches from characters. i dont usually leans towards stories with lots of ocs (especially where theyre a major focus) BUT they’re all so interesting plus UM? i LOVE the detail put into the libraries aaa// sakura gets to live her strongest book nerd life. also im a huge fan of the concept of internships in shinobi villages and just of the adults caring abt the kids following them in their career choices. also sakura starts getting along with sasuke and it makes me super happy
Our Oath (We’re Expendable) by amako
ship: none // words: 27194 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 3/1/19
Apparently, Sakura is the last Haruno.
set post war, more during the recovery period. sakura gets to be part of a largely not well known clan with a secret that could put sakura’s life at risk if it got out. dont wanna spoil a lot but basically! she gets married and has to deal with clan things and letting other know
⭐If You Have the Hounds by dragonyfox
ship: narusasusaku // words: 31856 // chapters: 8/? // updated: 1/10/19
...go ahead and pursue.
can i just say.. this fic series really rips out my heart ..there were several parts i started tearing up at bc im tender and im baby! they all love each other more than anything and im crying just thinking about it. they literally built a whole fucking village because naruto is a mad man but his team loves him. literally they’re playing the longest con ever and it has me cackling. this is a hell of a fix it fic and it has me bawling itachi is really soft and team taka is there! (the way uzushio is described makes my heart swell w love im so proud of them)
These Bitter Weeds by Katlou303
ship: sasusaku // words: 33315 // chapters: 8/? // updated: 12/2/18
Sakura begged Sasuke to take her with him when he was leaving Konoha.
He said yes.
set when sasukes leaves. she somehow manages to convince him to let her join? her reasons are about as solid as they could be. in the first chapter you can definitely where it’s starting to change into unhealthy codependency. it really shows in this fic just how young they are.. all their ideals are fantastical and grandeur and it really drives a nail through my heart :( ino continues to be a real one, kakashi is going through it, and im reminded that i love kimi :(( warnings for violence, orochimaru and kabuto, and dismembered limbs. nothing shippy insofar, can be read as friendship
seek by cloverhoney
ship: sasusaku // words: 39062 // chapters: 12/? // updated: 1/15/19
Sakura disappears after taking a lifelong mission in exchange for Sasuke’s post-war acquittal. To give her the upper hand over her new targets and protect her from becoming a target herself, the world is told that Sakura is dead and gone - but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Sakura quickly finds she is still not strong enough to face her new enemies, and she seeks power in Shikkotsu forest. Sasuke, suspicious of the circumstances surrounding her death, seeks the truth regarding her disappearance, reconnecting with his childhood friends along the way.
Kakashi, the new Rokudaime, promises to keep Sakura’s secret, but with Sasuke on his heels, a council hell-bent on erasing the evidence, and the guilt of an empty grave, nothing can stay hidden for long.
set post war/pre epilogue. TAGS SAY SAGE SAKURA BITCH!!! (AND MOKUTON BABEY) shes nice but dumb and thats just team 7 (shes their single brain cell.. how dare she :(((( ) fuck the council. fuck those elders. fuck blue lives mariah carey’s skinny. my only gripe is that shes written as having small chakra reserves nd low stamina and im like. hello? Absolutely Not. whatever parts her Legendary chakra control dont cover, her seal is still there. small reserves my ass. also taijutsu is Literally one of her specialties >:( this happens in fics so often and im *teeth gritting* (FUCK. ACTUALLY. SHE’S FRESH OUT OF THE WAR. SHES TOUGH AS SHIT BY THIS POINT. im angry and annoyed and sad!!!) lol read if you want though. there are some neat bits (like when theyre in shikkotsu forest) mentions of eye gore, death, and blood (t..tbh.. i ignored all the sasuke bits :V IM SORRY I ONLY THINK THE PARTS WITH SAKURA ARE INTERESTING)
How Team 7 Came to Be by spica_starson
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 40916 // chapters: 5/15 // updated: 10/22/18
What if:
-Naruto had reached out to Sasuke earlier on?
-Sakura never developed a crush on Sasuke?
-The team isn't just a repeat of their predecessor?
What if Team 7 stayed together through thick and thin?
Or: If Team 7 was the focus of the series.
sakura isnt in the first chapter BUT she still gets to be a focal point because of course and the second chapter is dedicated to her. y’all already KNOW im soft for team as family fics!! they’re all best friends and care about each other a lot and im really weak okay. also kakashi loves his new kids. not a cliffhanger! so dont worry if you’re not up for waiting on an update or are like me and prefer reading finished fics! (there’s a separate spinoff one shot, not canon to the original fic, titled Alone set when naruto and sasuke fight on the roof)
Crow’s Disciple by Tobi_Black
ship: none // words: 42135 // chapters: 36/? // updated: 12/9/18
Sakura's just a child, a civilian, considered harmless. No one looks at the pink-haired little girl and sees the kunoichi, the shinobi, that she could become. They don't see the calculating glint in her eyes, nor the claws hidden. They don't see beyond the shy smile and tears. They don't see the loyal heart willing to give everything for those loved.
Not yet.
starts off pre academy w sakura nd naruto both in the same orphanage. UGH MY GIRL IS SO SMART and this writing style lends itself so WELL to detail ghghgh// sakura’s bestfriends continue to be blondes and ino fosters a baby crush aa. SHISUI BBY ILY (and asuma gets to be a prominent figure in sakuras life which i hadnt read in a fic before) warnings for violence, death, blood
⭐Dangerous Habits (Dangerous Girl) by Dovey
ship: none // words: 44210 // chapters: 24/? // updated: 11/21/18
After the disasterous mission in Wave, Sakura returns to Konoha with a new drive: she wants to truly earn her spot on Team 7, and be able to protect her teammates. Unfortunately, nobody else seems to be willing to support her new goal, so she resorts to teaching herself: she decides her team needs a medic, and since she doesn’t have the connections or record to earn a place at the hospital, she practices on herself.
AKA the fic where sakura gets to be as dumb and have as little regard for her personal wellbeing as every other Naruto character, & teaches herself how to heal by inflicting & then fixing her own injuries. This deals both with some major changes to the plotline given her new skills, and the overall team dynamic.
starts post wave. sakura gets that kick in the ass to get better and do it fast and she gets to be as reckless as her teammates like she deserves! no one helps her initially but god DAMMIT if shes not gonna do something anyway (flexing her smarts!! shes such a genius and yeah it’s chaotic as hell in this fic but god if it isnt cool) she gets a VERY unhealthy addiction to pain and has to deal with generally negative feelings of self worth.. BUT finds a pal and a friend in gaara :) she gets close to her teammates (sasuke bby… :(((..) and friendly w tenten and tsunade and anko! chapter 12 has a scene w cool imagery// HEFTY (and pretty immediate bc it hits u in the first chapter) warnings for gore, death, self mutilation, misuse of organs (lol), blood, implications of sexual abuse (doesnt happen, the adults are just concerned that thats whats happening and not her. yknow. doing all of uh That)
Unbreakable Company by Shyaway95 and teslatempest
ship: sakura & kakashi // words: 44407 // chapters: 4/15 // updated: 2/5/19
Naruto and Sasuke were gone. Their Village had just begun recovering from the invasion, and every available shinobi was needed. Kakashi knew it was his duty to serve, to leap back into the darkness of ANBU at his Hokage’s command. It was only the thought of pink hair and desperate green eyes that made him pause. Would he abandon his last, remaining student?
He would as soon pluck out his right eye.
They were all that was left of Team Seven and Kakashi was going to make them unbreakable.
set after sasuke defects. HONESTLY kakashi actually doing smthn about his “people who abandon their teammates are worse than scum” saying that he likes to repeat is everything i couldve wanted. sakura deserves all the support in the world and this fic REALLY delivers. this is also a REALLY good fic if you like kakashi and want him to be happy about something. team seven as family is real!! could easily be read as a one shot if you dont wanna wait for updates or read a longer fic!
⭐Early Summer Rain by orlha
ship: none // words: 50063 // chapters: 14/15 // updated: 3/5/19
Having parents doesn’t always mean it’s a good thing and just because scars can’t be seen doesn’t mean they don’t exist. The Chuunin Exams leaves Sakura an orphan and she doesn’t cry.
set post konoha crush. immediate warning for death. sakura has been through a lot and kakashi is a sweetheart. he’s still pretty awkward but his heart is in the right place! god sakura i love you much :((((( shes got a lot of trauma and feelings of inadequacy and it hurts me. sasuke is angrier and naruto continues to be amazing (and i love him for giving sakura smthn to strive for) AND GENMA IS THERE! I LOVE YOU GENMAAA (AND SHIKA)!!! sakura gets praised for her chakra control and god does she deserve it. kakashi gets a clan! and sakura finds herself a family! and inner stays! listen. this shit has me SOBBING. she’s on the road to recovery and getting better everyday and my heart is WARM!! god im so happy this story has me happy stimming at some points ghuhg// warnings for child abuse, mentions of torture, attempted suicide, self harm, relapse, violence, blood, and mentions of eye trauma. there is an ongoing “sequel” with aus based in the early summer rain universe!
Learning Curve by ishiryoku
ship: sakura & team 7 // words: 50529 // chapter: 5/? // updated: 1/14/19
This is the life she chose: the path of the shinobi. It's either roll with the punches or be left behind by her team—and Sakura's not about to let them go off on their own.
starts off during the end of the wave arc. i love the self analyzing in the first chapter and also that wake up call. in a better (more sakura loving) universe this is that turning point that we shouldve gotten :( ALSO CAN I JUST AAA!!! all the little times kakashi is there to reassure her make me wanna fucking BAWL plus this is THE team as family fic i’ve been needing in my life aa GOD sakura just loves her team so muuucccchhh// the tags say mokuton sakura and fuuinjutsu naruto but it’s not there yet! (also naruto get bit, yikes) warnings for lots of dissociation, death, self loathing, paranoia, and trauma
Satori (Between the Lines) by jaylene
ship: none // words: 50665 // chapters: 12/? // updated: 3/3/18
While attending the Academy, Sakura's field experience assignment with the Konohagakure Intelligence Division ends up being more valuable than she'd ever guess.
another fic w/ the concept of interns and adults fostering the growth of ninja kids before they graduate! my girl is constantly flexing her smarts and im so proud! (torune is just a baby who deserved better than canon gave him :() and GOD i love ino!! and so does sakura and she just loves her friends a lot and people in general bc her baby heart is so filled with love and OOF// the aburame are SO interesting im thankful for the focus they get (and the focus on ciphers and T&I and ibiki!) god theyre all kids. just little babies :((( warnings for bullying and manipulation (however unintentional, it doesnt negate the harm caused)
Ties That Bind; Break by Igot2peedou
ship: shikasaku // words: 50931 // chapters: 17/25 // updated: 8/25/18
She severs their ties, decidingly, not because of Sasuke. Well. Not for the reason Ino suspects (but Sakura never clarifies, and that is lying by omission. isn't it?)
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Sakura Haruno can’t help but feel. Not only her emotions but other peoples emotions. She is always prone to crying and for good reason— she can’t shut others emotions and must deal with her own and those closest to her (relationship wise.) Because a painfully tragic incident involving her father’s murder Sakura can no longer handle her “gift” and does the only thing that will stop her suffering.
She commits social suicide, and lets her best friend think she ended their friendship over a boy. This is her story....
au. set when sakura starts her rivalry w ino. sakura can sense emotions??? warning for death mention in first chapter and wow okay thats a lot. sasuke is traumatized and it takes out sakura and oof! this story is so so interesting,, shes stumbling her way through figuring out how her small clan’s blood line(?) works (how it’s more of a hassle than anything) also it gives her a really good disposition to genjutsu which she tries to get better in (she also had an earth affinity plus all of team 7 have a petty rivalry going on) sakura has trauma and goes hard in the exams. warnings for blood, gore, disembowelment, dismemberment, animal and human abuse/death, the rivalry between t7 is baaaaadd,, also disorienting plot twist in chapter 16!
Her Eyes Saw It All by ich_bin_ein_stern
ship: none // words: 63502 // chapters: 13/? // updated: 8/29/18
Sakura can’t recall much of the details regarding the mission in Wave, but what she does remember - there are scars left behind. The life she knows changes after this mission and, for better or worse, she accepts it and moves forward. She won’t allow herself to fall behind.
set during wave au. i love when characters continue to survive due to sheer instinct and pure stubborness. TEAM AS FAMILY!! theyre all so supportive of each other it makes my heart hurt (im soft serving it so hard. theyre SO nice to each other and theyre Actually friends and naruto and sasuke support sakura SO much it makes me cry) sncjf and the nara family is so fucking sweet also MOKUTON!! AND SHE HAS THREE AFFINITIES!!!!! (mokuton is changed here from a kekkei genkai to a learned skill tho) honestly it’s just what she deserves. also sakura is just SO level headed and smooth??? it’s really neat. warning for a healthy dose of death and gore in chp12, it picks up fast
In Death, Life by TeaFourTwo
ship: none // words: 136409 // chapters: 13/? // updated: 3/24/19
Only by reason of having died does one enter into life.
“Sakura. Just Sakura” Thats how they’d introduced her. She knew it was true, she was no longer a Haruno after all, but it didn’t stop the words from feeling like a dull knife in her side.
Or, Sakura goes to the Uchiha compound the night of the massacre and comes away an orphan with more questions than answers.
au starts when theyre babies!!! before ino nd sakura become rivals. baby sakura loves her friends a lot she didnt deserve that :((( super interesting bits tying sakura to the uzumaki?? sasuke.. :( .. sakura is traumatized and doesnt know who her family is and doesnt trust what people say to her (tenten is in the same orphanage as her! naruto too and i love him and i wanna personally hurt everyone who’s ever been mean to him) NARUTO AND SAKURA BEST FRIENDS!!! traitors are everywhere!! and the branch family get me feeling some type of way (can danzo choke.. fr…) the depth given to yin and yang chakra… ops mind…FUCK all the myths and spiritual stuff and how it’s all forgotten history?? UGH im in love/// (tsunade… mom..) warnings for the massacre, death, and blood
⭐Second Bite at the Cherry by Sakinthra
ship: none // words: 142249 // words: 41/? // updated: 3/25/19
There's been a storm brewing inside Sakura ever since Sasuke left to seek out Orochimaru, and the growing realization that she might not be half the shinobi her teammates are. She's always been the one that held back and let the boys finish the job, but it's clear she can't let herself be the weak one any longer. It's time to take her fate into her own hands...and it starts with breaking into a library.
set post sasuke rescue mission. i LOVE the introspection and worldbuilding im such a sucker for it// she gets to make rash and stupid decisions while still flexin her smarts and i am HERE for it!! she questions the state and adds skills to her arsenal (which is. tiny for a long time) shes smart and quick thinking but rash and impulsive so of course leaving the village and convincing ppl she went after sasuke is what she settles on (smh. her heart and heads in the right place bust smh) GAARA BBY I LOVE YOU SO VER MUCH (shukaku.....) (and fine.. i kinda love u too kakashi >:/) theyre a couple of dumb brats trying to help people (sai joins!!!!! his interactions w gaara especially are endearing) (hidan? is a prominent figure? i hate that hes one of my faves...... big fan of the depth given to his religion tho. it's super fascinating) BOIII NARUTO GETS DISILLUSIONED BY JIRAIYA AND GOES TO TSUNADE AND MY HEART IS BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST/// naruto's choice makes me wanna cry and sasukes little intermissions are pretty funny and get interesting (i support u karin!!) theyre dumb kids stumbling into politics and ending up going on a quest to save the world? the way all the pieces shift into place.. how the wheels start turning... the rest of the nine getting involved... poetic cinema.....warnings for death, blood, and decapitation
⭐Five Petals by PrecariousSauce
ship: sasusaku // words: 143900 // chapters: 22/? // updated: 2/6/19
Several things happen all at once in less than a minute’s time.
Sakura’s elbow slams into Sasuke’s side from an angle he doesn’t anticipate, sending him tumbling end over end off the branch.
Sasuke rights himself just a second too late and without checking where he’s going to land– When he does his knee twists, he feels a lightning bolt of pain shoot from his sole to his head, his leg gives out.
And Orochimaru’s teeth sink down to the gum in Sakura’s shoulder.
starts during chunin exams. timeline is followed pretty closely. fic is mostly centered around sasuke and from his perspective but sakura has the most pivotal change (:(). sasuke is cute, sakura is so in over her head, and naruto is naruto. sasuke loves his team a lot :(( and GOD i love when the kids act like kids even though that reminder hurts. sasuke takes up healing!! how cool is that!! AND TSUNADE IS SO FUCKING COOL I LOVE HER!!! and danzo should choke fr..... AND GOD DO I LOVE THE KONOHA 12//// warning for orochimaru, violence, death, and blood
⭐Hoshigaki by writer168
ship: none // words: 168116 // chapters: 32/? // updated: 3/10/19
When Sakura was three, her father told her he was a criminal. When she was seven, the last thing she saw of him was the sword on his back. When she was eight, she had a friend named Kiba. When they were twelve, they met Shino.
And when they were genin, they began to fight for the truth because they could no longer fight for the sake of Konoha.
au. sakura is kisame’s kid! kakuzu.. kinda sucks, konan is alright, pein is really dramatic, and sasori nd orochimaru are awful as per usual. kisame is just doing what he can to be a good dad :((( sakura is real smart and kiba is great and so is shino!! (ily baby) theyre all bestfriends and theyre all a little weird and i love them so much :’) theyre all manipulative little shits and i love them for it (and i love you too naruto) kurenai’s team develops dangerously (really starts to show in chapter 18) honestly this writing style really knows how to keep me absolutely enthralled (hiruzen and danzo.. i’ll kill you with my bare hands) i love kurenai and i love how much she cares abt her team :’( tenzo baby.. be there for them (same at you kotetsu) kisame is a good dad okay!! im not changing my mind on that! orochimaru can choke!!!!! team 8 is a family and theyre ride or die bc theyre really in some deep shit!!! i need the state dismantled and my kids are gonna do great. (bro im so fucking weak for all the world building and symbolism, GOD this fic is written so fucking amazingly) warning for young pregnancy, death, blood, gore, child endangerment, human experimentation, and eye gore/horror
LEFT UNFINISHED
Dirty Family Secrets by orphan_account
ship: none // words: 1431 // chapters: 1/?
Post-Sasuke defection to Orochimaru.
Something feels off about Sakura's parents, but before she can question them about it, they're both gone. She came from a family of civilians, there is no way both her parents were traitors, right?
Kakashi's Apprentice by Right2nowthen
ship: narusasusaku // words: 3440 // chapters: 1/1
In which Kakashi and Sakura hit the road and everything changes.
The Cherry Blossom Blooms Twice by Right2nowthen
ship: none // words: 3666 // chapters: 1/1
Who or what is Inner Sakura? As the fate of the world hinges on this question, Sakura seeks answers...
Today I Choose Joy by Nine_Stoic_Crayolas
ship: none // words: words: 5867 // chapters: 4/? // updated: 8/11/17
Sakura can See certain things. A story about a little girl, a couple of red eyes and Death.
The Company of Trees by theroadkillcafe
ship: none // words: 22646 // chapters: 5/? // updated: 6/7/17
Sakura is bullied, a dead kekkei genkai is reborn, and things go a little bit...differently.
Haruno Sakura and the Heuristic Method by MoofieLou
ship: inosaku // words: 41986 // chapters: 8/? // updated: 6/22/17
The flower that blooms last may catch the wildest wind of them all.
Alternatively: Sakura graduates from the academy, buys herself some anmitsu to celebrate, and arrives home to find her mother being beaten bloody by a thief. Things are different after that.
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A heuristic method (/hjᵿˈrɪstᵻk/; Ancient Greek: εὑρίσκω, "find" or "discover"), often called simply a heuristic, is any approach to problem solving, learning, or discovery that employs a practical method not guaranteed to be optimal or perfect, but sufficient for the immediate goals.
set when the kids graduate. op retconned ino nd sakura rivalry and im thankful they stay best friends warning for violence in chapter 2. theres smthn i love abt blinding panic turned into survival instinct. sakura is prone to anger and i LOVE it!! also her family is fleshed out!! i love sakura so so much shes really snarky and smart (and she becomes kakashis fave! oof!!!) ggg team 7 getting along fills me with icky gooey love/// warnings for violence and blood. this fic hasnt updated in such a long time but it’s so so good and im hurt it left on a cliffhanger :((
Tempest by cywsaphyre
ship: none // words: 45233 // chapters: 6/? // updated: 7/20/12
Back in time and armed with years of future knowledge, Sakura is ready to take the world by storm. Except... she's four again, not twelve. Ah well, nobody said she couldn't start a little early. Gen, time travel, AU, Sakuracentric.
time travel fic but she baby! also oh FUCK my heart is melting naruto is baby and sakura wants her boys to be happy this time :’( and also ino is baby and i love her. GOD theyre all four years old and babies and sasuke is so cute and my heart huuuurrtss :’((((( my baby girl is so smart and she loves strongly and theyre all little brats acting like kids and im soft (team 10 feelings..) (and sakura is Literally preventing a massacre bc she fucking rules) MY TEAM SEVEN LOVE MUSCLES ARE FLEXING!! warning for mentions of trauma, mentions of kidnapping, blood, and death. this fic hasnt updated since 2012 though like.. *incomprehensible*
A Lot of Fight Left in Me by Stormwind13
ship: none // words: 73814 // chapters: 12/? // updated: 10/29/17
Sasuke deserted the village. Naruto is being taken away for his own safety. Sakura is left with the broken remains of her team and a teacher that's barely in the village, but she'll find a way to make this work. She has to, because all those lectures about teamwork had to mean something. Didn't they?
this fic hasnt updated in a while but it's so good :((( team 7 is in shambles and sakura just wants a teacher and to get better (i love iruka...) OH! and i love how close the konoha 12 are:) i love the little worldbuildy bits that give depth to the village. theres lots of ocs and a mini uzushio (that sakuras a part of!!) it's super interesting but hasnt updated since 2017 and i checked and this fic was the most recently updated fic op has :((((( it's still a good length and a great read but leaves at a cliffhanger which isnt as bad if you stop at the last break. warning for violence
#naruto#naruto shippuden#sakura#sakura haruno#pro sakura haruno#pro sakura#sakura centric#sakura haruno fics#fic recs#post#lol @ all the tags i put on this#im literally so in love with sakura as a character like. this is a love letter#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL
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Earl Grey (Jotaro Kujo Imagine)
A/N: oh boy, this is probably the longest imagine i’ve written for jotaro so far! it’s nice and angsty, because I decided to consider reality today. relationships aren’t all fluffy like fanfics can say sometimes, so i decided to write about the first big argument in the relationship.
however, today’s prompt was “coffee and/or tea” so i tried to incorporate that too whoops
Trigger Warnings: angst!!!! argument, swearing, hopeless thoughts, self-blame, self-worth issues, harassment, jotaro feels guilt :0
Enjoy!
...
Living in Japan, I’m accustomed to drinking tea with almost everything. That’s… not even because I’m in Japan. I just love the scent of tea, no matter what kind, and I somehow managed to get used to the taste of certain blends. Earl Grey is my personal favorite. Bergamot mixing with the general aroma of black tea always soothes me whenever I’m upset or stressed out.
In this case, Earl Grey is the only thing keeping me from doing anything rash. As miserable as I am after such a harsh argument, the steam hitting my face reminds me that there’s more things to life than love… but are any of them really worth it? I suppose that’s the question of the night.
Wisps of fire burn in the fireplace beside me, similar to the frustration Jotaro threw at me before storming out: fiery, heated, bitter… just thinking about the words he said sends me into a crying fit again. Salty tears fall into my cup of tea, ruining it, but I don’t care. Nothing matters to me at this point. God, I sound like Jotaro right now…
Why should I care though? Looking back, I didn’t do anything except try to help him tidy his office… He just exploded for no reason. His words hit me like a train as he mocked every single one of my insecurities out of nowhere. And yet somehow, I feel like this is my fault anyway. No matter how much I try to convince myself it’s his fault, I just… can’t. I know he’s been stressed since finals are next week and he has research papers due soon, and to me, it seems I’ve made him more stressed.
Heart throbbing in agony, I wander to the kitchen and pick up our shared notepad, scribbling an apology for him to read if he comes back home… I don’t think he will until I head to work. Regardless, I’d forget if I didn’t do it now. Once the note is done, I pour the cold, ruined tea down the drain of the sink. It’s mesmerizing to watch the dark liquid swirl around in circles like this… but I have to sleep. I know I don’t want to, but if I’m gonna work tomorrow, I’ll have to, or else I’ll fall off the ladder we use to put books back on shelves…
Sleep doesn’t come to me. It’s been hours since I first laid down in our bed, but it feels so empty that my heart won’t let me sleep. Lucky me, I know where Jotaro keeps his dolphin stuffed animals that I keep getting him, and so I throw myself out of bed, heading towards the closet where each dolphin is. Pushing the door open, I observe the different shades of blue and gray fabric around me for a moment before deciding to take as many of the dolphins as I can carry, bringing them to the painfully empty bed and filling Jotaro’s side with the soft plushes. That solves one of my issues, but… there’s still something missing.
Realization dawns on me as I look at one of Jotaro’s hats on the wall. So… despite my internal embarrassment, I go to his closet and pull out one of his giant coats, pulling it around me like a blanket. That’s better, I think to myself, maybe now I can sleep. Jotaro’s lingering scent on his jacket brings more tears to my eyes, and I cry myself to sleep for the first time in months, wishing Jotaro was with me as weak sobs leave me. Arms wrapped in a vice grip around the largest dolphin I brought with me, I curl up on top of the blankets and sheets, not even bothering to dress down into pajamas. No, I pass out under the fabric of Jotaro’s coat, feeling worthless and guilty, which leads to endless nightmares.
… I’m already in deep sleep when Jotaro walks back into our apartment and sees the state I’m in. And so I don’t know that he finds out about just how hard his words hit me. He leaves without a word as soon as he sees the pile of dolphins on his side of the bed, the coat draped over me, and the tear tracks on my scrunched up face. He doesn’t want to mess this up even more.
…
8 A.M. sharp and I’m walking into the library for my shift. I don’t know why they decided to give me the earliest shift today, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. The library is quiet at this hour. I have some time to think… and consider everything. The note on the counter wasn’t messed with, and the dolphins were all still there, so… Jotaro must’ve stayed somewhere else. Probably with Kakyoin. I thought I heard someone come in at some point, but all those dreams might’ve been fucking with my head. Besides, he had no reason to come home. It’s not like he-
“Yo, librarian,” a voice sneers in front of me. I recognize the voice. Damnit, not this kid again… “Whatcha thinkin’ about over ‘ere? We’ve been callin’ your name for the past half hour, so what’s the big deal?” His tall, lanky form leans on the desk in front of me, attempting to intimidate me and it only reminds me of Jotaro yelling at me, oh god, what did I do now-? “Whoa, holy shit, why’re ya cryin’? I didn’t even say nothin’ to ya yet! Geez, ya can’t even hold yourself together… Ya look like complete shit.” His buddies behind him cackle, but I don’t hear them. I only hear Jotaro’s words: “Jesus, woman, why can’t you stop cryin’ for two fuckin’ seconds? Pull yourself together. Yare yare, what a fuckin’ pain in my ass you are.”
A brittle shriek pierces through the air. It takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from me. My eyes notice the boy’s hand inching towards me, and I cry out in agony. “Don’t-Don’t touch me-! Please, I… just leave me alone for today, okay? You can bother me all you want on any other day, just - please not today,” I beg, eyes pleading the boy to just leave me alone…
I never get a response. The boy goes flying across the library before he can make a sound, and Star is puffed up in front of me, in a protective stance. It’s too bad nobody else in the library can see him though, because now it seems like I’m insane as I freeze in place, my shaky voice piercing the silence. “S-Star... What are… you doing here…?” Sniffles and hiccups take over me as I see Star look at me, utter sorrow painted on his angular face. I’ve never seen him so distraught… so when he comes closer to me and pulls me away from the desk, I let him.
“Ora…” The stand before me makes sure nobody is around before picking me up off the ground, cradling me close as he starts to cry. Stands… can cry? Does this mean Jotaro is crying too? Shoulders shaking, Star refuses to let go of me, as if I would die if I left his hold. “Ora ora,” he cries to me, and I figure out what he’s trying to say: “We’re sorry.” That realization takes the breath out of me. Jotaro… is sorry about what happened? But… it was my fault, wasn’t it?
A deep baritone voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “Yare yare… So this is where Star Platinum went. What a pain.” There stands Jotaro, and holy shit he looks like a zombie. Dark circles showing his lack of sleep are the most prominent blemish on his skin, accompanied by a bit of red (perhaps from crying and rubbing at his eyes). His eyes are more dim than usual. And as soon as I see that, I know he’s been feeling as much pain as I have. “You look like shit. You shouldn’t be working.” He takes me from Star’s arms, the stand whining at him but not making a move to fight back. “I already called your boss. Said you’re sick and can’t come in. I would’ve left you here but that boy pissed me off.” And with that, he turns and walks out of the library, carrying me bridal style down the street towards our apartment.
The walk is dead silent. Neither of us say a word. Not even Star dares to break the silence… and somehow, I appreciate it. Reading Jotaro’s expression turns out to be a soothing action - almost as soothing as the scent of Earl Grey tea - as I decipher a few emotions. I can tell he feels guilty (or did feel guilty, anyway) but his eyes are lit up now that he has me in his arms. His hands that grip my body are firm, yet gentle, leaving no marks but ensuring I don’t disappear. Really, the way he holds himself during the whole walk makes it clear that he’s glad I’m there. Nothing could possibly distract my soft gaze from observing his lips twitching every few seconds. He wants to say something… but he’s hesitating. It must be important if he’s thinking about it.
To my disappointment, we get to our apartment before he says anything, and I assume it must be insignificant when he sets me on our couch and walks away. Tilting my head, I hear him rummage around in our room, the sound of a closet door opening and closing, and footsteps as he returns to me. “Had to clear the bed,” he grumbles, “we’re going to sleep.” Tugged up by his strong arms, I follow him without a word, plopping onto my side of the bed and seeing the dolphin I had cuddled last night still resting on Jotaro’s side. Confusion must be on my face, because Jotaro scoffs and settles into his side of the bed. As his arms pull me into him, he allows me to clutch the dolphin plush to my chest. It’s comforting for me to feel the soft fabric, as well as his warmth, so I’m sleepy as soon as he has his arms around my waist. “Hey. I… said a lot of shit last night.” These words make me perk up. “I… Yesterday was rough. Stressful. I didn’t mean to… I took it out on you.” Tears gather at the corners of his eyes, causing my eyes to widen and tear up as well. “I’m sorry. I love you. Never meant to hurt you like this,” his thumb brushes against my cheek, “and never meant to make you cry yourself to sleep like that.” He… did come back?
“JoJo, I… I know,” A hiccup causes my words to get stuck and I lose it, sobbing into his chest. “I know you-you didn’t mean it, but I-I’m sorry. I pissed you off again, I should’ve known not to mess with your office-”
“Yare yare, woman. Stop apologizing and go to sleep. You didn’t do anything, so stop looking at me like a guilty puppy.”
So much for that moment of being soft.
Listening to his heartbeat, I drift off, mind filled with dreams of affection from the man laying with me. And he falls asleep as well, murmuring the sweetest nothings he can think of until his breathing evens out.
The entirety of the day is spent napping and cuddling. Jotaro is so much more affectionate and clingy as usual, but I don’t mind. He spends all day making it up to me by showering me with compliments (in his own way) and keeping me in his arms (except for when I use the bathroom, of course). Sweet kisses are shared throughout the day as well, sealing our unspoken promise that we will be okay.
#Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken#JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken#jojo fanfic#jojo imagine#jjba#jjba fanfic#jjba imagine#jotaro kujo#kujo jotaro#jotaro kujo x reader#jotaro kujo imagine#kujo jotaro x reader#kujo jotaro imagine#star platinum#slight star platinum x reader#ANGST#hurt and comfort#tw: swearing#tw: hopelessness#tw: self loathing#tw: self guilt#tw: harassment#writing this made me cry#jotaro kujo has feelings#he's sorry#slight fluff at the end#but mostly angst#star communicates in ora
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