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[leafmedic]

Spouse Application || @xuchiha

HUSBAND APPLICATION:

Name: Itachi Age: Always 4 years and 10 months older than you. Do you have a pet name for me?: Yes. Do I have a pet name for you?: Does Smart-Ass count? I’m starting to think it’s actually my middle name. Are you attracted to me?: From the second I saw you. I still can’t believe how perfectly you fit into our weird dynamic.  Why do you want to marry me?: Because you would be the perfect wife. But maybe I am biased due to the fact that I love you and would like to be with you forever.  Big wedding or Small wedding?: I would say a small wedding, but the Uchiha family doesn’t do modest. If we try to keep it small, my mother will take over and suddenly we will have a wedding fit for royals.  Do you see children in our future?: Please. 

That cheeky son-of-a--

Her lips twitched. A smile was coming whether she wanted it or not, but Sakura managed to hold out until she finished reading it for the second time. It was ridiculous. Typed, formatted, cover letter included with all the extras, and she couldn’t hold her laughter when she finally flipped to the third page -- a bibliography. Citing their dates, different moments through their relationship that led to this overwhelming love she held for him.

Immediately, she knew how to respond. Looking around, she scoured through the apartment. There had to be a red pen around here somewhere. Not in his desk or hers -- though she did nab the purple one in case nothing else turned up -- and then continued through each room. Finally, sitting in the junk drawer in the kitchen, a little red pen that would be perfect for this application

There wasn’t a single thing not marked. His name underlined with a ‘Full name, please’ scribbled next to it, a ‘Really?’ next to his age. Silly man just had to be technical. She circled his pet name for her, managing to fit in that he should always expand on his answers for maximum points then placed a single check next to her pet name for him.

She paused over the attraction. Oh, she knew how he felt. That Halloween party would forever be remembered, walking--skating up and seeing him. She hadn’t even noticed his costume at first, simply been struck by his appearance. Stupid Uchiha genes. 

Skipping over that, his next answer got a heart. The wedding answer was expected though she didn’t mind a large one. A huge party to celebrate marrying the man she had fallen in love with? Sakura couldn’t find it in her to say no. The last point was only met with a ‘2+’ on it, happy to know they both wanted children. It definitely made things smoother.

At the bottom of the page in the open space, she finally added her own response to the overlying question:

Application accepted, final grade pending presentation.

If this man thought the paper got him out of getting on one knee and presenting her with a ring, was he certainly in for a large surprise.

[leucomystax]

request from @xuchiha​

when you’re helping your friend clean their house and you think you see orochimaru

[leafmedic]

@xuchiha

It made perfectly good sense to her. Sakura was out of coffee in her apartment, Itachi was not. Sakura wasn’t going to work or school and Itachi lived nearby. Sakura didn’t want to actually get dressed, so her sweatpants and sweatshirt ended up in Itachi’s foyer while she was finding her way around his kitchen.

Really -- comfortable shorts and a sports bra wasn’t that terrible of a combination for her to be wearing, he shouldn’t look so surprised.

“Would you like some?” she finally managed, adding more grounds to the maker. Two pots shared between them might make her feel human again. Depending on when Anko got home, they could all get takeout and Sakura wouldn’t have to look presentable for the rest of the weekend.

It was perfect.

"You’re running low on coffee, I’ll get some from work the next time I’m there.” They should be able to make it through the weekend. She eyed the bag again. Maybe. She closed the bag and bent over to check the bottom of his fridge. “Got anything for breakfast?”

[leucomystax]

@xuchiha

She never took him for the type to gamble, but, well, she didn’t really know his type at all. Bingo books are so bare of information. The copy that she’d managed to get her hands on was dog-eared, littered with stickies and rumors and handwritten notes slanted so fast she could barely read them.

The man lives up to his entry. A conventional sort of handsome that, depending on your taste, is marred or accentuated by a blank expression. It’s a face and a story that you never forget; that you never expect to meet in the flesh. But here he is on the floor, picking his cards, raising on calls, bluffing and bullshitting like he’s done it every night of his life. There’s a fat pile of cash in his corner. It’s a bit mundane, she thinks. Unbecoming. She could take him.

It doesn’t take her long before she decides to buy in. His eyes are off and strictly on his hand. She can take him, and if she has any say in it she’ll keep him too. People this rare with their red and black cloaks didn’t show up more than once unless they wanted to. Let’s see, what did she have to give?

“You don’t mind if I join, do you? Excuse me.” There’s a gap in between him and his neighbor that she wedges herself into. Her smile is polite, reserved until she finds out what kind of man he is. No one protests and the hand goes on as planned. 

Her cards? They’re good enough to pass. She raises until she can start to bet the little sterling silver broach on her chest. It’s a simple sparrow that stands on its own, with diamond eyes and onyx beak. The man to her left has been eyeing it all night. He’s from a good family. He has to know it’s worth much more than anything else in the pot. What does he have to match? 

“It’s an antique from the warring states era. I have papers if you’d like to see them.” she says to him, eyes pinned on those still-black irises.

[leafmedic]

Rated XXXXXXXXXXX literally from all my muses i cant help it they're dogs

Throw a bone || @sasori-no-akasuna @hataakes @transitxry @xuchiha Did I miss any jeez Ange how many do you have

“All of them?” 

Sakura hadn’t expected this level of apprehension, staring at the four of them. Though to be fair, it was the first time she had seen them all in one place. Judging from the looks they were passing each other, this wasn’t going to remain civil for long. 

One step back, then another before her eyes caught on her old sensei trying to slip out the side.

“Oh no you don’t.” Her voice rang through, turning all attention onto the sly copy nin who had frozen in his tracks. “You don’t get to sneak off and not deal with this.”

His eyes creased and she cursed, moving for the man to disappear just as her fingers touched his shirt. Sneaky bastard. He probably ran off to a training field to read his book. Her book. She recognized the stain on the back cover from Naruto’s idiocy.

The small mutterings turned louder, finally clear enough for her to catch their meanings. Art. Of course. Well shit. Maybe she could sneak off after Kakashi and escape this debate, too.

[leucomystax]

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the pairing i didn’t know i needed bless u ange 

Non-Massacre/Arranged Marriage AU

Who is the most affectionate?

Itachi! Whether it’s a kiss in the morning or simple words of affection throughout the day, he’s usually the first to initiate. Setsuna is much more reserved, but she has her own little ways of saying “I love you”. 

Big spoon/Little spoon?

Itachi has longer hair and usually comes home long after she’s in bed, so he gets to be the big spoon. However, she loves to huddle up against his back in the morning every once in a while.

Most common argument?

It’s not completely Setsuna’s fault that she doesn’t have a problem resorting to unethical and barely legal ways of resolving certain issues. Once a snake in the grass, always a snake in the grass. Come on girl, it doesn’t matter if you’re sneaky. You’re married to the Chief of Police. She also thinks he works too hard.

Favorite non-sexual activity?

The both of them are plenty busy, but when there’s time they love to enjoy a meal together. She’ll cook some recipe from home, and they’ll talk about anything. He always offers to clean up. She reads little snippets of the news or poetry or reports aloud for him from the couch. 

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Neither of them really like being picked up!! 

Nicknames?

She only calls him by his name. No honorifics, no husband, no niceties. She’s not interested in what he is; she’s interested in him.

On are occasions, Itachi addresses her as Setsuna-hime or Princess and it… does something to her.

Who worries the most?

Setsuna. Even though their marriage ended up infinitely better than expected, she’s still stuck in a foreign country. She worries about their future and whether or not any skeletons from her closet will compromise it. 

Who tops?

75% of the time, Setsuna. 10% she demands that he tops, and the other 15% he takes charge.

Who initiates kisses?

If it’s chaste, Itachi. If things get a little more intimate, she just can’t get enough!

Who wakes up first?

It’s hard to tell! They’re both such light sleepers. Their mornings happen to be pretty in-sync. Itachi prefers night showers though, so it works out.

Who says I love you first?

The words fall out of her mouth after a year of being together. It’s astounding how wholly and unconditionally he accepts every single part of her. It makes her tired. Her eyes are paper-dry, her head is a floating sort of dizzy, and her heart is crying out that she shouldn’t have told him a damn thing. Half-way to blackout, she hears him say it too. She hears him say it too.

[thecorpsecarrier]

@xuchiha

She’s been here before, though it holds no distinction among the dozens of other towns that exist on the River Country border. It’s just small enough to be private, just large enough to be fairly well guarded, and the people are gruff and mind their own business.

Though, she supposes, that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?

Smoke billows into empty sky, brittle ash is soundless under her feet.

Crows drift slowly among the pillars of oily smoke  - not hers, hers huddle close and whisper ominously, watching the strange birds wheel high above them, silent as shadows.

There’s something wrong here, and she knows it - beyond the empty, smoke-filled streets, beyond the stench of burning meat, beyond the too-silent birds, beyond the incomprehensible feeling of dread that fills her like ice water and sends her heart pounding in her ears and sets her flesh crawling -

“A border town’s been hit,” she’d been told. It was not her place to ask by whom. “You’ll be tailing a Jounin team, they’ll clear the place out so you can work.”

Yes sir.

Hers are the only footprints in the ash.

[thecorpsecarrier]

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