#fem!ss

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couldnt decide who i wanted harry to be staring at

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I just want them to hug for reals…

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Fem! SS and Nick

SS is helping Nick with a case he is working on (Maybe a missing persons)

They are very close "friends"

𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 Pairing: Fem!Sole Survivor/Nick Valentine Word Count: 1167 Warnings: Kidnapping, missing persons case, mentions of blood and yelling, hints towards physical violence, non-canon case A/N: This is my first time writing anything for the Fallout universe and I hope it's good enough :') (the divider I'm using is one with the Vault-tec symbol and I just took the png from google and duplicated it in paint lmao you're free to use if you wish)

“Y/N, how do you know this lead is any good?” Nick questions. We’ve been on a missing persons case for a week now and we hit a dead end until one of my sources from the wasteland gave me insight on what could be happening. “I told you Nick, just trust me on this and we’ll get the woman back to her family, okay?” I stop for a moment and place my hand on his shoulder, “We’ll find her Nicky.” He sighs and nods, giving me a gentle smile before we keep heading to the building that stands before us.

The building is dilapidated, falling apart even as we walk through the broken glass of the door, the stench of rotting and fresh meat and blood invades my senses. This lead may be more dangerous than I anticipated. I pull out my Plasma Rifle and start to survey the area, Nick following my lead and drawing his Western Revolver. “Now Doll, I do trust you, don’t get me wrong, but did you just lead us to a nest of Super Mutants?” pipes up my partner in a hushed voice, “Well, Nicky, I didn’t really think this is what my contact had in mind for where the girl might be.” I reply through gritted teeth, not wanting to risk being loud and being spotted.

•

We spend a good hour surveying the area, taking down about 5 of the brutes before we find the group, the boss sitting upon a meat throne, his followers around him snacking on food, and the woman. She’s up in a cage, bleeding but not so much that she’s anywhere close to dying. For now. “And what do we have here? More puny humans for me? Gutsoul deserves more blood.” Booms the loud voice of the mutant, oddly well spoken for someone of his type. No wonder he’s the leader I suppose. “We’re just here to get the woman ‘Gutsoul’. We get the girl, and we won’t kill you. Simple.” I say, standing my ground on the subject. Nick is close behind me, a hand hovering on the small of my back, still holding his revolver in the other, leaning down slightly to whisper in my ear, “Doll, it’s not smart to rile up a mutant, you know that right?”, “Nicky, honey, I know what I’m doing.” I retort, waiting for the mutant to respond. “Graag, grab the woman human. She’s annoying me.” Orders Gutsoul, the larger Mutant charges over to me and grabs my arms, locking them behind my body as I squirm and try to worm my way out of the grapple. Nick raises his revolver to shoot before I shake head “No” at him, needing to stay away from this fight. I won’t let him get hurt.

•

It’s been a day, maybe two since 2 of the mutants took me, leaving Nick Valentine, the best detective of the Commonwealth, to bargain with the brutes. It hasn’t been fun to say the least. While alone I think about him the most. He’s always been there for me, helped me, and the look in those yellow eyes two days ago when I was grabbed, the worry and desperation to get me back made me blush. He treats me well. He’s one of the closest people in my life at the moment, which is hard to come by in a post-apocalyptic world like this. “Food for human lady.” Says one of the two towards me, throwing a piece of stale bread towards me. Hey, it's better than irradiated mudcrab meat. Biting off the tough pieces of bread I look around the cage I’m in, trying to find an exit, a broken pipe I can use to attack the two before me. They look like the weakest, it’s why they’re stationed here to look after me.

I’m still trying to find a way out before I hear yelling and gunfire. The two watching me go to see the situation. Dammit Nick. “You get out, run back to Diamond City!” I hear the Synth yell. Probably towards that woman. What the fuck did he do? “Doll! Doll!? Where are you?” A small, sad smile appears on my face. “I’m here Nicky! I’m stuck in this stupid cage, they took all my shit.” And they had, I was only in my singlet and underwear when Nick came to help me. “Fuck Doll. That’s one shiner.” He points to my face before starting to lockpick the cage open. He hugs me once the door is open. He’s warm. He puts his coat over my shoulders before we go to find my things. He’s rushing around. Frantic almost. “Hey Nicky, Nick, slow down.” I say softly, reaching my hand out towards his shoulder, his white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned down the front, his slacks have blood on them and his hat is slightly shifted on his head. “Doll, I coulda lost ya. If I weren’t fast enough I coulda…” He trails off. “Hey, hey, I survived a nuclear blast, albeit in a bunker and frozen but, if I could survive that, I’ll survive anything. I’ll always come back to you.” He hugs me again. So, so tightly. Almost too tightly, this synth is stronger than he thinks. “Don’t you ever leave again Y/N.” He looks into my eyes and I can’t help but smile. This man is too good for anyone.

•

Once we arrived back at Diamond City, the young woman was there at Nick’s detective agency, thanking him profusely for his help in saving her. I smirk watching the scene unfold and start looking at files of other cases we could take after a small break. “And I was wondering, Detective, if we could go on a date, I’ll show you a good time, for all the help you gave me.” the woman says to him, very seductively. You wouldn’t have thought she spent almost 2 weeks with super mutants. She plays with the collar of his coat before he says, very flustered, “Oh uh, that’s sweet of ya Dollface but I don’t date previous clients. Just how I do the job.” I giggle to myself, listening to him. That’s a lie, I think so myself. She tries again with her advances before I finally save him from the awkward encounter. “Hey Nicky, what about this case? Missing daughter, she’s only 12. We should get a start on it soon.” I yell towards him, still looking at the file. It’s empty, but the woman doesn’t know that. “Alright Doll, I’m coming. You’re welcome for the help kid.” He then walks towards me and the woman leaves with almost a huff. Nick places a hand on the small of my back and I rest my head back onto his shoulder. “You still got it Nicky, get any pretty lady on your case.” I smirk, looking up towards him. “I’ve already got the best lady.” He replies before placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

Hey dude! Thank you for requesting something T-T I hope I did okay and that you like it! Let me know if there are any mistakes in it at all and I'll fix it up <3 Enjoy!!

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Resplendent

You know what? I went back and was rereading all my fics yesterday and now I’m in a Fallout mood. (I know, I’m shocked, too.)  This is from a prompt given to me by @queergaymer that ended up FAR longer than I thought it would.

My Sole Survivor Josefina x Cait Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

The barn was positively uproarious, nearly the entire settlement having taken the night off to come party. It was nothing extra special, just a reason to dance and drink and celebrate a good growing season. It had taken some doing to be sure, but Finn had come through as she was wont to do. She’d been working tirelessly for several weeks not only to get the barn set up and decorated but to fix up some jukeboxes and get more defenses in place so some of the guard could take a break, too.

At first, Cait had thought it stupid and would probably draw too much attention, and part of her was sure it would be a bust. Finn was a genius, no doubt about it, but she was talking like it would be the event of the year.

She’d been skeptical all the way back to Sanctuary. Finn had come to get her from Diamond City earlier that day, but they’d been side-tracked on the way back by another goddamn roving band of murderous robots, so by the time they got back, it wasn’t far from sundown, and Finn was antsy to get back to work. Once they rounded the corner from the truck stop, Cait had to pause to take in the sight before her.

Finn had indeed been busy those past few weeks.

Four new heavy turrets lined the bridge, and at least a dozen were spread out along the bank of the creek, pointed out from the settlement. Walls had been built up around the main part of the neighborhood with a guardsmen’s outpost directly outside the gate that stood just beyond the end of the bridge. A small barn had been built around the generators that sat near the water, and junk fences stood around the water purifiers and the crops. It looked like an entirely new settlement, and Cait had to hand it to her:  it looked damn safe.

Finn hefted her pack on her shoulder and greeted the guard with a grin and a fist bump. “Any trouble?” she chirped.

The guard shook his head and moved his gun to his other shoulder. “No, ma’am, not even a rad roach.”

Finn nodded. “Excellent. Preston told you you’d be relieved early tonight, right? So, you can come enjoy some of the party?”

He nodded with a grin. “Yes, ma’am. And I thank you.”

With a pat on the shoulder, she shoved her way into the settlement, Cait in tow. The streetlights had been polished, the ones with dead bulbs replaced. The streets had been swept and the debris picked out of the grass. Houses had begun to be repaired, all of them now having at the very least a patched roof and some of them with new walls replacing the fallen ones. The repairs were far from pretty, but Cait had to marvel at Finn’s ingenuity.

They rounded the corner to the center of the neighborhood and Cait stopped in her tracks, staring straight ahead. Finn, having noticed Cait was no longer following, turned to her friend and beamed, a hand proudly on her hip. “I know right?”

A huge barn sat spread across the two empty slats of concrete that sat around the circle with the giant tree. It was two-storied, 3-walled, and the floor stretched out into the street. There was a bar sat inside with a ton of sitting areas, lights strung up all around, two jukeboxes on each floor though none of them turned on yet, and on the second floor was a TV area and what looked like two pool tables. Cait looked at Finn, jaw slack. “You did all this?”

Finn nodded, looking fondly at her creation. “Yeah.”

“In two months?”

“Yeah.”

Cait shook her head in disbelief. “That’s… impressive.”

Finn chuckled and clapped Cait on the shoulder. “Thanks. Oh, Preston—” Finn was off, trotting over to where Preston had rounded the corner.

Cait hefted her pack again and set off across the street for Finn’s house. Shite, even this place looked different. The hole in the wall had been patched and painted, the grass had been cut down, the dog had a new doghouse with a little sign that said “A Resplendent Boy” hanging off the top, though the dog was not at home, it would seem. Probably off with Mama Murphy, Cait thought, idly wondering what the hell “resplendent” meant. Finn was always doin’ that, coming out with these big weird words and insisting they weren’t just made up. And who was Cait to say? Finn was a learned woman before the war, “a professor of linguistics and also a student of engineering” as she had been told. (Finn went on to explain that meant she taught people about words and where they came from, and also she took classes to learn how to build shit. That’s how she knows how to do all this settlement building shit.)

Nearly an hour passed before Finn walked inside, a chipper jump in her step as she passed Cait on the couch. Cait glanced back at her with a raised brow. “Someone’s happy,” she remarked.

Finn beamed at her as she dropped her pack down and came to sit by her. “Oh, just Preston. He can be quite timorous sometimes.”

“Timorous?”

“Shy, dear.”

“Ah. What’d you do to the poor bastard this time?”

“Honestly not much, just said thanks for working with me to get the guard schedules changed and to coordinate the food situation.” At Cait’s unamused stare, she chuckled. “And I might’ve kissed his cheek, no biggie.”

“Uh huh.”

Finn smiled at her, the movement tugging at the scar going through her lips and drawing Cait’s eye. She stared at them for perhaps too long a moment before Finn cleared her throat. “Are you alright for a bit? I should go add my finishing touches. It’s nearly dusk, now.”

Cait jumped at her voice and turned her head to hide a blush. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll just be here.”

“Brilliant.” Finn was up and out of the house in moments, leaving Cait to sit alone and ponder the implications of her apparent infatuation with the vault dweller.

About another hour passed and Piper found her way to Finn’s house. The two of them sat and talked until the gathering bell was rung in the distance. “Ooh, that must be it,” Piper mused, grinning like an idiot.

“About damn time,” Cait grumbled.

As the two women left the house, they were met with the smell of cooking food and the sound of music, but not any music that was common to the Commonwealth. This was something new, with a heavy beat that thrummed almost tangibly throughout the street. Most of the settlers were already gathered in the barn, drinks in hands, or were gathered around the circle where cooking stations had been set up. Food was being grilled or stewed, meats and vegetables and fruits, and the smell of them made Cait’s mouth water. She meandered her way over to a grill and picked up a few skewers packed with various vegetables and observed the crowd with amusement. Piper had found Preston and was talking animatedly with him off in a corner;  Ava was tending bar, making drink after drink for thirsty settlers; Hancock, Maccready, and Deacon were huddled together, probably conspiring to pull off some prank or another which made Cait roll her eyes;  Curie and Codsworth were stood to the side, probably discussing humans’ desires to imbibe alcohol and the likes;  though she didn’t see him, she knew Danse was out and about because his power armor was standing empty near the workbench. From what she could see, that was it as far as Finn’s inner circle was concerned. The rest probably couldn’t have been persuaded to join the festivities, and she couldn’t say she blamed them. If Finn herself hadn’t asked, hadn’t flashed those ridiculously sweet honey-brown puppy dog eyes at her, Cait doubted she would’ve come.

She was deep in thought when a glass was shoved into her hands, startling her. She followed the lightly tanned and scarred hand up to Finn’s grinning face and blushed. “What’s this then?”

“Whiskey cola.” Finn raised her own glass and waited until Cait hesitantly clinked hers against it. “Cheers.”

Cait hesitated to drink more than a sip or two, but Finn downed the whole thing in one go. Cait raised a brow at her. “Just how many of those have you had?” She was swaying a little, her cheeks darkened considerably, and the top of her vault suit was hanging about her waist, leaving her standing in a black halter top. Cait had to hold herself back from letting her eyes focus on the way the zipper of the suit dipped down.

“Pfft.” Finn waved her hand nonchalantly. “Like. 5. I don’t know.” At Cait’s incredulous look, she laughed and slipped her arm into Cait’s. “Come on, let’s get a better perspective, huh?” Cait had no choice but to let the dweller guide her up towards the second floor, had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when Finn grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey from the bar as they passed it. They settled at last into a pair of chairs gathered around a small table near the edge of the floor, giving them a good viewpoint of most of the party. Finn put her hand in her chin and grinned, watching people dance. “Lookit them. They’re so blithesome.”

Cait looked down at the settlers. “Blithesome?” she asked.

“Means like… merry and gay. People at festivals are blithesome.”

“Gay like happy, not like... well, gay, right?”

“Yes, dear. Like happy.” Finn chuckled as she lifted the whiskey to her lips.

Cait watched the lip of the bottle press against her flesh, the single drop that escaped and slid its way down her freckled chin. “Tell me some more big words,” she heard herself saying. Startled at herself, she tore her eyes away from Finn’s face before the other woman could see her staring.

“Hm.” Finn set the bottle down and hiccupped, a slight sway in her head as she thought. The blush across her cheeks had spread to her ears. “Oh, there’s parsimonious. It means stingy, excessively frugal.” Cait let out a soft hum of acknowledgement. “Then there’s pusillanimous. That’s my favorite word. It means timid, easily scared. It’s where the term ‘pussy’ comes from to describe someone who’s afraid.”

Cait snorted at that. “’S’at true?”

Finn smirked at her and took another swig. “Course it is, Cait. I don’t lie.”

Cait bit her tongue but gave Finn a knowing smirk back, letting her know that she knows that’s a shit statement. “Right, tell me more.”

“Oof, you’re demanding tonight,” she said, tucking a chestnut curl behind her ear. “Oh, pulchritudinous.” She said that word with a bit of an accent like Codsworth’s, and she said it slowly as if to let the ridiculousness of it settle in better. “It means lovely, pretty to look at, beautiful.” She followed the last word with eyes that roved over Cait’s body, making the Irishwoman blush.

Cait covered her blush by clearing her throat. “D’you only know words that start with p or you have others in that library in there?”

Finn chuckled and took yet another drink from the whiskey. It was catching up to her fast, Cait could see. She pursed her plump lips in thought, staring directly at her companion as she searched her brain for something she might like to hear. “Oh,” she said at last. “Chivy. It’s a verb. Means ‘to maneuver with small movements.’ One might chivy a pool ball from its pocket, for instance.” Her words were beginning to slur, her eyes focusing and unfocusing as she looked at Cait.

“Ok, here’s one for you,” Cait said, leaning forward. “What’s another word for ‘drunk?’”

Finn grinned lazily, and resettled her face in her chin so that her fingers were cupping her cheek, her pinky brushing against her lips. “Oh, an excellent question. There’s inebriated, but that’s pretty common. Maudlin, but I’ve never liked that word.” She wrinkles her nose at it. “It sounds like it should mean something like macabre. I don’t know.” She thought for another moment before grinning again, the tip of her pinky brushing against her teeth. “Capernoited. That’s a good one. Loads of people don’t know that one. It’s Scottish, you know.”

Cait snorted and took the bottle from her. “Yeah, well, I’m Irish and you’re plenty capernoited, Finn.”

Finn pouted playfully but leaned a little closer, her voice lowering. “Here’s another word for you, my Irish Cait.”

Cait blushed at ‘my’ but folded her arms across her chest, leaning forward to hear it anyways. “Let’s hear it then.”

“Basorexia.”

Cait raised a brow at that. “What’s that, then? Like when you don’t eat?”

Finn chuckled and shook her head. Her hand lowered, and Finn leaned across the table far enough to put her lips next to Cait’s ear and “whispered” (she was far too drunk to accurately whisper so it came as a hoarse regular speaking level,) “It means, ‘An overwhelming desire to kiss.’”

Cait didn’t have time to ask her what she meant before Finn’s hand was against her cheek and Finn’s soft lips were pressing against hers. Cait’s eyes flew open wide in shock, and after a quick moment she gently pulled away, blushing furiously. “Finn, I…”

Finn sat back down, not meeting her eyes, blushing down to her shoulders. “I-I’m sorry, Cait. You don’t have to—” She turned to leave, got a few feet away before Cait’s hand caught her wrist.

Cait smiled gently at her and pulled her close so they might speak quietly. “Finn, I do like you. A lot. But you’re smashed.” At Finn’s beginning of a protestation, Cait put her finger to the other woman’s lips and shook her head. “Don’t argue with me. If you feel the same tomorrow, then we’ll have ourselves a right proper discussion.”

Finn looked at her for a moment and sighed, seeming to come to the same conclusion.

Cait chuckled and slipped her hand into Finn’s. “For now, though, what d’you say we go dance?”

Finn’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, let’s.”

The two of them spent the night at each other’s sides, dancing and talking. It wasn’t until they woke up the next day and Finn gently asked Cait if it would be alright to kiss her again that Cait finally realized what “resplendent” meant.

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Can I Be Yours? [8/?]

Rating: M

Summary: short but fluffy

first | previous

FF.NET

Chapter Eight: Something We Need

This is what Sakura had missed the first morning.

Sakura had woken up much earlier than Satsuki. It was a combination of being an early riser and also having woken up in the middle of the night to make sure she had an alarm so that she was awake when the trains started running again.

Satsuki’s face was smooth of the dimple between her eyebrows from them always being drawn down and her mouth was slightly parted without the slight downward curve they had. Sakura smiled at the slight fluttering of her eyelashes as she slept.

So cute!

Sakura would have loved to have spent all day just like that, cradling Satsuki’s head in her arms and their legs intertwined. But sadly, adult life was calling to her and she had to head home so she could get ready for work.

“‘Tsuki?” Sakura murmured pressing a kiss on her forehead. “It’s time for me to go.”

Satsuki groaned and pressed her face against Sakura’s chest. She wrapped her arms around her torso refusing to let her go.

“I have to go to work,” Sakura giggled. She hadn’t expected Satsuki to act so spoiled. “Come on. Let’s—“

Sakura let out a yelp as Satsuki ran her tongue over her nipple. Sakura opened her mouth to scold her when Satsuki wrapped her lips around the same nipple and sucked on it.

Sakura was mentally calculating how much time she could sacrifice to spend more time lounging around with Satsuki when the other woman flopped back to sleep.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” Sakura grumbled, pulling away. . .

Satsuki woke up hours later to an empty bed.

The sheets on the other side of the bed were cold even though they still smelled of lavender body soap and apple shampoo. Satsuki was naked which normally would have been fine but she felt unusually colder than she normally would have.

She rolled on her back and stared at the ceiling. There was something unsettling about the silence that filled her apartment now that Sakura was gone. There was no sound of another person breathing. There was no slight rustling from a second body moving under the sheets, adjusting for comfort.

This doesn’t feel too good.

Satsuki spread her arms and legs out wide.

Since when has my bed felt so big?

Satsuki sighed and closed her eyes.

“Ah. I see now.”

. .

Sakura sighed, glad to set all of the shopping bags she was carrying down on the seat next to her. She was lucky that she made it on the train before rush hour and would have a seat to protect her bags from getting crushed.

She had just closed her eyes to take a calming breath when her personal phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Oh, so now you answer your phone!”

“Hey Karin,” Sakura yawned. “I’m using the metro right now.”

“That’s always your excuse!”

“I’m just warning you in case I get cut off again.” Sakura rubbed the back of her neck. She should have called a car service. “How’s the missus?”

“Tenten is great. She says hi and lots of love. At least she would if she weren’t sleeping.”

“Still not good with long car rides, huh?”

“She was super excited after you sent that photo of the early snowfall but my girl just passed out.”

“Are you guys sure you’re ready for the cold?”

“I had to stop her from buying one of those bulky bubble jackets.”

Karin gagged over the line and Sakura giggled. She was so excited to hang out with her married friends again.

It was already after Thanksgiving and Sakura was busy preparing for the upcoming holiday.

It was nice to know that Karin wasn’t letting family issues keep her away from her hometown.

“I’m going underground soon so I’ll lose signal.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll see you at Ino’s tonight, right?”

“I actually have plans tonight so I’ll see you tomorrow between errands.”

“What? Oh no, don’t you dare hang up on me! Sak━”

The line went dead once the train went into the tunnel. Sakura shook her head and stifled a giggle. She knew she was going to be getting an ear full later when she got to meet up with her friends.

Ino had blabbed to Karin that Sakura had a new girlfriend and Sakura knew that Karin was waiting to see her in person to get all of the details out of her.

Sakura sighed and flipped through her call log. She hadn’t been able to talk to Satsuki in a few days because they both were busy with work. They were texting and had made plans for that night but she was feeling just a little lonely not having been able to actually hear her voice because their schedules weren’t syncing up.

This is usually around the time I get dumped….

The last person Sakura had dated was always busy with work and she felt like she was more someone of convenience. Just someone that she would meet up with when they craved another person’s touch. He had ended their relationship and Sakura was left to wonder what was wrong with her that she kept attracting inconsiderate people.

So far she seemed to be lucky with Satsuki. There wasn’t a moment she felt like she was only a partner of convenience and even though she felt lonely at times she never felt neglected. Satsuki gave short replies but she also checked in on her and asked her how work was going.

Sometimes Sakura would get that text right when she was feeling low and exhausted and she would feel cared about knowing that Satsuki was understanding of her job.

And that was something she needed. . .

Satsuki was running late.

She was always punctual for everything but due to single tracking she was running late to her date with Sakura.

It was an irritating position to be in considering she made sure to be on time to all dates because Sakura was always busy with work but still made time for her whenever she could and never kept her waiting.

And she’s so patient with me…

Satsuki had expected Sakura to have grown fed up with their relationship by this point. There was always a sick feeling welling in her stomach that Sakura would prefer someone that had more experience when it came to romantic relationships.

There were moments when it felt as though Satsuki was standing at a metro station waiting for her train but it never showed up. All the other passengers boarded their trains but she was still waiting for hers to arrive and remained alone at the station platform.

Entering adulthood, Satsuki ignored that feeling. She had school, a portfolio to work on, and things like figuring out what her peers had just didn’t seem to be important.

And then when she was in college she realized she didn’t care if she ever did understand what they had figured out.

It was too bad a certain former friend of hers just couldn’t get that through his thick skull.

Satsuki had decided she was content with loneliness. She had her family and her lampwork. She didn’t need anyone else.

But when Sakura smiled at her or got really excited over something and her pretty jade eyes would gleam and Satsuki’s chest would flutter and grow pleasantly warm.

And all the more wonderful the feeling when she was the one that caused that happiness or excitement.

Satsuki spotted the rose gold strands peeking out from Sakura’s cream colored beret. She was standing outside of the brasserie, cupping her hands in front of her mouth and blowing warm air on them.

“You should have waited inside.”

“It’s kind of crowded and I didn’t want you to miss me.” Sakura pulled at Satsuki’s utility jacket and smiled shyly, her eyes glowing. “We missed our reservation though.”

“Yeah, there was single tracking.” Satsuki sighed and peered in through the windows. “It is crowded. How long until another table opens up?”

“An hour. Unless we sit at the bar then we can be seated now.”

“We,” Satsuki eyed the crowded bar, “can do that.”

“Or we can go somewhere else?” Sakura suggested, tilting her head in the direction of the street. “Maybe a slice of pizza?”

“Are you sure?” Satsuki frowned. Sakura was being accommodating again.

“Dinner wasn’t the point of meeting up.” Sakura intertwined her fingers with Satsuki. “I just wanted to see you. No matter how long I had to wait.”

“You’re dressed a little too nicely for Jumbo Slice.” Satsuki fingered the collar of Sakura’s cream colored pea coat. She was wearing her usual posh fashion.

“No one is ever dressed too nicely for pizza,” Sakura giggled and tugged on her arm. “In fact. We could pick up a pie and head to my place and have a night in.”

“Um…” Satsuki bit her lower lip, eyebrows drawn forward in a frown.

There was an implication in a night in and today wasn’t  one of those days that Satsuki felt comfortable with that kind of evening.

“It’s just a night in with pizza and maybe a movie.” Sakura squeezed her hand reassuringly. “And possibly some cuddling?”

Satsuki laughed through her nose and nodded. She readjusted their fingers and they walked side by side, sharing each other’s warmth.

It was something so simple and so nice.

This was something Satsuki needed. . .

Day’s Note: it’s really late but I hope you enjoy the fluff. And yes I do ship TenKarin. Hopefully I get another chapter out right after SSM (because yes I am participating this year I have already started working on prompts). I will probably not post them on FF, just leave them on tumblr. It’s highly likely I will not.

Hope to talk to you soon~

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Things that I Wish Happened in FO4

Fem!ss followed the Eddie Winters case and actually knew who Nick Valentine was, maybe had to come to terms with who/what he is when she finds him.

Male!ss recognized the Maxson name and at least WONDERED if there was a relationship.

An actual quest to find the Milk of Human Kindess for Strong.

That WRVR actually put out radio plays.

More interaction with Danny Sullivan.

Non-romanced companions find love elsewhere (Piper x Danny please)

THAT CONSOLES COULD HAVE SCRIPTED MODS.

More Alien Blaster Ammo.

[fallout4reacts]

Not me having brainworms about the Silver Shround and the Mistress of Mystery with my and my friends Sole Survivors. No sir… not at all…

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Can I Be Yours [2/?]

Rating: M (always gonna be M especially this chapter in particular)

Summary: Sakura’s Side

chapter one (with disclaimer) | next

Chapter Two: The Gaps

Sakura woke up shivering. She was usually freezing when she woke up but this morning the cold brought disappointment with it.

Although she had fallen asleep naked, she was comfortable. A delicious warmth had been lying next to her and she had the best sleep she had ever had in the past few months.

For the moment she refused to acknowledge that it was probably due to the fact that she had gotten laid the night before.

Sakura sighed and rolled out of bed. She stood on her toes and stretched, raising her arms over her head and let out a loud groan. Her body felt sore but it was a pleasant kind of soreness like that of a good workout.

A warmth started to spread from her cheeks down throughout the rest of her body. Good workout indeed.

Sakura reached over for her work phone, the silver cased one and checked for any new messages. Tsunade had weekends free and although Sakura still had errands to run, it was one of the few “lazy days” she got where she could perform the tasks at her own leisure.

Tsunade and her husband Dan were being visited by their niece Shizune and Sakura had confirmed the day before that their reservations for the day were set.

Taking a look around her bedroom Sakura ran a hand down her face and groaned again.

“Might as well pack up my stuff to take to the cleaners…”

Still walking around in the nude, Sakura pulled out her laundry bag and sorted out what needed to be taken to the dry cleaner. She would drop off her stuff when she went to pick up Tsunade’s dry clean.

Scrambling around, putting her room back in order she couldn't believe that two girls could do so much damage on their way to bed.

Sakura glared at her overhead fan. Her favorite green lacy bra was hanging off it. She would need a step ladder to get it so she ignored it and carried on with cleaning.

She ignored the random thought that a certain statuesque beauty could have easily plucked it for her.

After her room was in order the only thing left to clean was herself. Sakura should have considered doing that first but she wanted to relax and not have to worry about the disarray in her room.

Once in her bathroom Sakura turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up to her desired temperature. She turned to look at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror and she tilted her head from side to side, examining herself.

Sakura had always been pale. Whenever her best friend Ino wanted to go tanning Sakura would always return with a splash of darker freckles all over her body. Another downside to her pale skin was how she bruised easily.

Hickeys. Kiss marks. Love bites.

Whatever she wanted to call them, she was covered with them. There was a dusting of them over her breasts and down her torso. There was a brilliant raspberry bloom on her collarbone and when she looked further down there were darker, more deeper impressions on her inner thighs.

She recalled a mass of blue-black hair underneath her, dark eyes glimmering from the light that streamed into her window from the street lamps outside. Long and thin calloused fingers gripping at the flesh of her thighs holding her down to a tongue that teased her with gentle strokes only to turn harsh and rough when she squirmed.

Sakura's pale skin colored to an obscene red when she further recalled the way she grinded her hips down on that mouth, riding Satsuki’s face until her legs trembled and she came all over the striking woman's face.

Sakura jumped into her shower and tried to rid herself of her thoughts and the longing in her core by scrubbing her body.

She wished she were the kind of person that got drunk and blacked out. Sakura didn't want to keep the vivid memory of last night.

Didn't want to remember the husky moans that escaped Satsuki’s mouth when she wrapped her tongue around and tugged on her nipple rings. Her breasts were almost nonexistent but the dark haired woman was extremely sensitive.

Sakura sighed and pressed her forehead against the tiles of her shower cabinet. She let the water fall over her head, hiding the hot tears that flowed down her cheeks.

When Sakura had imagined lying with the woman that had taken over her thoughts for the past few months, she never imagined waking up in bed alone. . .

Sakura was always rushing everywhere.

She never really did have time to relax and catch a break as she ran all over the city doing her boss’s shopping and running her files from the hospital to the affiliated university she worked at.

The only times she really had to relax was when she was preparing meals for Tsunade and her husband. Senator Dan Kato had his own PA who had insisted that the couple get a personal chef but Tsunade wouldn't hear any of it. She was a private woman who disliked having to deal with too many people going in and out of her home.

That was why she hired Sakura. She did everything for her, took care of her home, her schedules, and anything else Tsunade may need.

Which is why she had gone that fateful day to pick up the latest edition of a textbook that Tsunade required of her students.

Sakura never minded her height. Yes, she was petite but being short never held her back. Being short just meant that she had to be more resourceful.

Had to be resourceful and climb up furniture sometimes.

She didn't expect to be lifted into the air as if she were Simba from the Lion King and then put back on the ground.

“Which one?” A husky voice like velvet asked. It was the kind of sexy, deep adult woman’s voice she always wished she had instead of her breathy and somewhat childish one. Sometimes when she made phone calls people still assumed it was a young teen calling.

Sakura should have figured that the owner of such a voice would be beautiful.

The tall person that assisted her in the retrieval of her book had a sort of androgynous sort of style. The edgy rocker look was in high contrast with the feminine angles of her face. The woman had sharp high cheekbones that Sakura would kill for. The kind usually found on a runway model.

With her height, Sakura wouldn't doubt that the gorgeous woman in front of her was one.

When she finally looked into her eyes, Sakura had to suppress a shiver. There was something so familiar about her eyes that she couldn't put her finger on. There was a lot about the woman that seemed familiar to her.

Many people had dark eyes but there was something about these eyes that called out to her. Large pupils surrounded by charcoal irises and another ring of black trapping that smokey color.

Sakura could have stared at her all day but her cell phone had to go off at that exact moment reminding her that she needed to take a change of attire to Tsunade who was to attend a benefit dinner with Dan.

Crushing down the disappointment that she had to leave before she could even get the stranger's name, Sakura gathered her things and went back to what she was supposed to be doing: managing the order of her boss’s life.

It was a job that she loved but left her little room to enjoy her own life and the people she wanted to bring into it. . .

Someone as striking in looks as the stranger she met in the bookstore couldn't be ignored. In fact after having already seen her once, it made it easier to make her out in crowds.

It was strange watching someone so beautiful do mundane things like grabbing a coffee or buying take-out. It was strange but it made Sakura feel somewhat closer to this beautiful stranger.

There were many differences between her and the beauty that kept catching her eyes.

Sakura was designer. She couldn't deny it but with friends like Ino and Karin Uzumaki it was hard not to take in interest in fashion especially when it impacted how others perceived her. She represented a renowned doctor and professor of medicine and how she presented herself reflected on Tsunade Senju-Kato.

And then there was the beautiful stranger with her wild hair and her paint splattered and torn up clothes. Sakura loved bling but this stranger did it differently with steel jewelry that made her think of armor. Occasionally she would catch some rings or bangles of glass and even with its delicate and precious looks they still complemented the chains and steel rings the stranger wore.

The way the stranger carried herself was aloof as if she didn't care what the world thought of her.

Different from Sakura who felt as though she always had something to prove. . .

Sakura guessed the strange woman's last name long before she finally learned her first name.

She was taking a shortcut through the sculpture garden when she spotted her beauty sketching away, long limbs curled into herself as she guarded her view of her sketch pad from the glare of the sun.

The dark haired woman had her hair piled up in a high messy bun on her head and as she made sure strokes of her pencil Sakura was reminded of a different woman.

It was strange that she never made the connection before considering now that she took an even closer look at her face, the beauty looked like Mikoto Uchiha.

Mikoto Uchiha was a fashion designer and happened to be the owner of the label that Tsunade favored above all others when she needed something for all of the events she needed to attend.

Because of Tsunade’s generous bosom, a lot of her clothing needed to be tailored or custom made. Sakura was always running to Mikoto’s studio to make an order or pick one up. It was one of her favorite errands because although Mikoto was an elegant woman she was also very motherly and was always asking about her and offering her treats she bought in trips out of the country.

When Mikoto was in the middle of work she would pile her luscious hair in a bun atop of her head, the same way the beauty did. Their slender necks and profiles were almost identical.

Sakura wouldn't have been surprised if the beauty was related to Mikoto somehow. Especially since the Uchiha family seemed to be made up of the most beautiful people she had ever seen.

“Uchiha!”

Sakura watched as her beauty turned to face an energetic brown haired man with red triangles on his cheeks approaching her. Her stomach became heavy and she felt somewhat nauseous. She should have figured someone so beautiful would have a lover already.

Sakura wasn't even aware that she had been hoping that the stranger had been single.

“Piss off Inuzuka. If you want me to make your girlfriend something you gotta commission me. You don't get free shit just ‘cause we’re friends.”

Sakura answered her phone a little more cheerfully than normal and continued on her way. . .

Her name was Satsuki.

Sakura was dragged to a party at Ino’s to celebrate the completion of Sai’s upcoming showcase. Ino had found out about her technically free day the next day and insisted she joined them for drinks.

It was a surprise that Ino’s artist boyfriend was friends with her beauty but it was a pleasant one.

Her beauty looked cross, grumpy to be dragged to such a crowded place and Sakura couldn't help but bite her lip to contain her smile. The woman was absolutely adorable.

The woman became even grumpier when Sai ditched her to follow Ino around as she mingled with other guests. Sakura couldn’t leave her alone, a combination of needing to help others and also her desire to spend time with her.

She had a crush. Oh, was she crushing hard.

“Hello.” Sakura knew she was batting her eyelashes but she couldn't help it. It was instinctual for her to flutter her lashes when she was flirting. “My name’s Sakura. Sakura Haruno. I'm a friend of Ino’s.”

She stuck her hand out hoping to shake the woman’s hand. Hesitantly the woman reciprocated the gesture. Her hand was surprisingly warm. Sakura was sure it would be cold with all of the steel rings she wore.

“Satsuki Uchiha.”

Satsuki. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Sakura could just imagine what Satsuki would say about her own name considering her hair color. She had to imagine it because Satsuki didn't say anything after offering her name.

“Do you want to get a drink?” Sakura offered. She felt oddly like the guys that use to try and pick her up when she and her friends went out.

But that was technically what she was trying to do, wasn't it? Pick Satsuki up?

Sakura had already decided when she saw her arrive and approach Sai that she was going to do something about their relationship as only strangers that happened to cross paths in the town.

She wasn't only going to watch fragments of Satsuki’s life. She wanted to be a part of it.

After a beat of silence in which Sakura's smile started to pull down at the corners, Satsuki nodded her head.

Yes!

Sakura led Satsuki into Ino’s kitchen and started listing off all of the options. People kept entering the kitchen to find more drinks and food. The more crowded it got the more uncomfortable Satsuki became. The more uncomfortable she became the more worried Sakura became that she would lose Satsuki's attention.

In a surprising move Satsuki grabbed a bottle of Jack and a six pack and grabbed Sakura by the wrist and pulled her through the throng of people to Ino’s empty deck.

“I don't like crowded places,” Satsuki murmured. Her ears had a red tint that caused Sakura to giggle.

Too freakin’ cute.

“So…” Sakura plopped her body down on the outdoor couch Ino had taken from her parents’ house when she moved out and patted the seat next to her. Satsuki saw the gesture and sat down next to her. “If you don't like crowded places, why come to a party?”

“Ino told Sai to bring me along and, well, have you known Sai to say no to Ino if it was something he thought was minor?”

Sakura giggled and shook her head. Ino was bossy but she also knew how sweet Ino could be when it came to her boyfriend and how much Sai adored her.

“Here.” Satsuki handed Sakura the bottle of whiskey and Sakura took a swig of it. Sakura grinned slyly at her when she noticed how wide Satsuki's eyes went.

Sakura handed the bottle back and raised her eyebrow at her in challenge.

As they drank Sakura did most of the talking and asking of the questions but Satsuki seemed to be pretty attentive even when it became obvious that she may have drank more than she could handle. Not that she was stopping. If Sakura drank so did she.

The alcohol was making Sakura feel really warm and giddy. Her eyes were getting droopy but she didn't want to close them because then it meant she couldn't look at Satsuki.

Satsuki was wearing an off the shoulder crop top that exposed her flat stomach. The later it got and the more Sakura drank the more she kept eyeing her midriff, thinking about licking her and sucking at the the dip of her belly button.

“You're pretty.” Sakura slurred and poked at Satsuki's cheek. “Really pretty.”

The only thought Sakura had was how much she wanted to kiss her. Satsuki had a pretty mouth with a lower lip that was fuller than the upper lip. Sakura wanted to find out what she tasted like. Wondered if she wore lip gloss like she did or if her lips really were that pretty shade of pink.

So she kissed her.

It wasn't sloppy or hard. Just a chaste pressing of lips together. When she pulled back there was something in Satsuki's dark hooded eyes that made her stomach clench.

“That's it? That's hardly a kiss..” Satsuki muttered, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Sakura gave her an urchin grin and slid into her lap, straddling her.

“I want to do a lot more than that.” Sakura slid her hands over Satsuki's shoulders and cradled her neck in her hands. She stroked her jawline with her thumbs and leaned down, taking her full lower lip in between her teeth.

She tugged on her lip and and pressed another kiss, stroking Satsuki's lips with her tongue until Satsuki parted her mouth and let Sakura dip her tongue in to meet hers.

Sakura slanted her mouth over Satsuki's at a slow, sensual pace. She moaned slightly when she felt Satsuki take hold of her waist. Sakura shivered slightly at the feel of Satsuki sliding her hands around and down her back. Satsuki had squeezed Sakura's round backside causing Sakura to grind slowly into her lap.

Sakura trailed open mouth kisses down Satsuki's throat, gripping her by her hips and pulling her against her. She loved they way their bodies molded against each other.

Sakura's breath caught when Satsuki's hands snuck under her blouse and cupped her breasts. Satsuki squeezed them and molded them in her palms and Sakura whimpered in her mouth. She found the courage to slide her fingers down Satsuki's stomach to the waistband of her jeans and slide them underneath.

Satsuki didn't protest. In fact she spread her legs apart, granting Sakura better access. Satsuki groaned against Sakura's mouth as Sakura stroked velvet soft nether lips, slipping lower and feeling Satsuki's wet heat.

Oh, fuck, yes!

Sakura would be lying if she said she hadn't imagined a scenario like this. She didn't always think of innocent methods of passing the time with the dark haired beauty that kept popping up everywhere she went.

“Oh, shit!” A masculine voice broke Sakura out of her daze. She narrowed her eyes at the intruder as he apologized and backed back inside the apartment.

Sakura turned to look at Satsuki wondering if the intrusion had changed her mind about what she was doing. Satsuki pressed an open mouthed kiss to Sakura's throat. And Sakura relaxed in her hold once more.

“Come home with me?” Sakura pleaded, curling a lock of Satsuki's hair around her finger.

“And what would we do there?” Satsuki slurred but tossed her a heated look that sent more heat to pool in Sakura's lower abdomen.

I'm going to tongue fuck you is what I'm going to do. . .

Sakura stared at her Keurig unsure of what to make of the cold coffee sitting in her favorite mug.

Not a thing was ever out of order in her house and she most definitely would never forget a cup of coffee.

Especially not her favorite caramel latte pack.

Sakura pursed her lips and went to microwave her coffee. She leaned against the counter as she waited and held up a blue and green metro card in her hand. It couldn't be her card. Hers was placed safely inside a protective sleeve attached to a wrist lanyard, ready to be swiped when she was in a hurry.

Her personal phone pinged! and she pulled it out to read her new message. It was from Sai.

Hello. I think you have my friend’s metro pass? . . Day’s Note: yes Sakura microwaved her coffee. she can still be a bit of a mess lol

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