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“This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of”

Welcome to my blog! I don’t do much here but write occasionally, but take peek anyway incase you find something you like!

𖤓 Fandoms I write for: aot, mha, mp100, norigami, lads, jjk , one piece , and more, just ask! If I know the character even a little I’ll probably write for them.

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While I usually try to lean toward gn!reader and vague descriptions to keep my work inclusive, I am afab and black so there will be times where my work reflects that.

𖤓 Pairings you might see me write for on occasion: sns, bkdk, sakukarin, acesan, namivivi,

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Proshippers DNI

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"Certain as the Sun"

 Synopsis: A small town is boring. This one is exceptionally so. Sure there's things to do, but in so many years those things stop being pastimes and start muddying into the object scenery. Especially without any friends to enjoy them with. Naruto understands this all too well, and with all of his friends leaving their town for big city universities, Naurto will have to become accustomed with that feelings all over again. Or so he thinks until he meets an old classmate of his that he doesn’t remember..

Tags for entire fic: Modern AU  /  Sasuke x Naruto / mental illness / imposter syndrome (?)/ low self esteem on both ends / Naruto is a community college student / Sasuke is a dropout / Forced proximity is you squint / ooc sasuke (i think.) / Lots of Timeskips at the start..sorry / mid-burn (?)/ drug dealer Orochimaru (ugh) / Exploitation / mentions of drugs/ Drug usage / non sexual grooming/  Alive itachi au / Sasuke and Sakura are good friends / Sasuke & Sakura & Naruto / Sasuke is expressive and playful / I rebuke nonchalant Sasuke / Eventual sex but not smut / 

Tags for THIS chapter : Sfw / Naruto cast being friends / modern AU / it’s kind of sasuke centric for this first chapter, but the next one will be more naruto focused (i predict that it’ll bounce back and forth like that.”

WC: 4.6k

Chapter 1

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Naruto leaned against the left back passenger seat window of Shikimaru’s Honda Civic with a long sigh.

“You can’t possibly be bored already Naruto, we’ve only been on the road for 45 minutes."

Shikamaru says in that exhausted tone he’s always seemed unable to shake. The four of them, Shikamaru, Choji, Ino, and Naruto, are off to the city to enjoy a get together before their first years of college start. Shikamaru is heading somewhere quiet to take a gap year. According to him ”with all the hard work he put in, he deserves a break and some time to figure it all out. “ Choji and uno are both going to far off cities in opposite directions. Choji is heading south while Ino is going to a northern school. 

“How far are we away from the place?”

Naruto asks with a distinct groan. Choji, from the front passenger, throws back a bag of chips from his lap and says with a mouthful

“Far. Now take some of these and be patient.”

Naruto takes the bag and then turns his attention back to the window. 

“Naruto, why don’t you just go on your phone?”

Ino points to the phone clearly in his pocket. 

“Nah I don’t need it. I’m better off looking out the window.”

“If you say so.”

Ino shrugs her shoulders and goes back to her phone to text. Naruto clicks his tongue a few times indecisively as he decides on a pastime. Cars race past them on the freeway. Red, grey, white…another grey…another white–man how he wishes people would paint their cars fun colors again. If he had a car–which he’ll get soon enough!--he’d paint it something loud and bold, like himself! Naruto can’t help but stare noisily inside the fast passing windows. Each life inside unfolds a little differently from the next car over. Some have families laughing and singing with each other, a few have couples paying more attention to each other than the road, and others hold stone-faced mannequins for people. 

One car has a crotchety looking dude in the back…and Sakura in the front? Naruto's eyes latch on for longer than they should’ve.

“Who the hell is that guy? And why is Sakura riding with him..gee he looks so irritable.”

As if the stranger could hear his thoughts, he snapped his head toward the window and gave Naruto a nasty look. 

“On second thought he’s more than irritable–He’s ugly too.”

Naruto passed one right back, then gave his attention to another car. 

— — The Museum — — 

The group pulls up to the building at about the same time. There are four groups riding in separate cars, five including Naruto’s. Their section of the parking lot looks a lot like a class field trip. Just about their entire homeroom class is there from Kiba to Ino with the addition of Temari and her siblings.  As Naruto exits the car, he sees Sakura coming and exiting the drivers side. 

“Hey Sakura!”

He reaches out to hug her. Immediately Naruto notices someone behind her. It’s the stranger.  The young man is taller than him with raven hair and an uninterested look on his face. Nobody else but Naruto seems confused by his presence.  Sakura moves on from Naruto before he can ask any questions though. 

After a few seconds of staring the young man notices him and the two just stand there ... .awkwardly looking at each other…

Sakura notices and circles back. 

“Stop being weird you two and come on.” 

And with that, the group leaves  the parking lot. 

—

The greco-roman architecture surely helps the museum live up to its name–”Palace of Fine Arts” Once inside, everyone splits into their preferred groups or pairs. Most of them stuck together with the people they came with. However, Shikimaru and Temari leavest their groups to awkwardly pair with one another and Sai leaves Sakura early on to walk with Ino. Sakura trailed off with Karin shortly after, their hands suspiciously close to touching. Once inside the groups split off and trail to different parts of the palace.

“Drinks after?”

Kiba called out.

“Yeah, or a movie, whichever we feel like.”

Ino called back, before disappearing, arm interlocked with Sai’s. Naruto stood in the center of the lobby with one other person. Sasuke. The groups parted too quickly. He didn’t have time to pick someone to walk with, and no one called out to him as he waited so he got left behind. And with the worst possible option. He turned reluctantly over to Sasuke who didn’t look any more excited than he did. 

“Maybe if I don't say anything, he’ll go away…”

Sasuke thought, avoiding eye contact best he could. But he can feel Naruto’s incovert staring. The two stand like this for several seconds. Each of them building up a minor sweat trying to wait each other out. While he didn’t mind looking alone, it sure would be boring not to explore with someone. How was he going to get this weirdo to walk with him? Hm…Naruto narrows his eyes for a second, then–

“So I suppose you’re going to ask to walk with me huh? Seeing there's no one around ‘n all”

He says confidently with his hands on his hips. Sasuke scoffs. 

“Please, I’m fine walking on my own. It’s you who’s been gawking at me the entirety of 30 seconds.”

“I–No! I was just asking cuz you seemed all gloomy ‘n stuff. I was tryna be courteous or whatever.”

Unwavering confidence–failed. Sasuke pivots in the opposite direction

“Well I’m not, Sakura was right, you are obnoxious.”

And starts to saunter away. He’d actually rather be home right now. He has work the next day. But for whatever reason he couldn’t find it in himself to turn down Sakura’s offer to come along. Usually he wouldn’t have an issue as he’s done so many times before. But she’s going away soon, and she’s been nothing but nice to him, even during their short interactions at school. So he agreed just this once.

Naruto stands defeated as he watches Sasuke get further down the hall. He glances behind him, then at Sasuke, then back again. 

“If he wants to be mister loner over there then fine!”

But the sting lingers a little. Even after he makes way in the other direction. 

The palace is full of stuff. Specifically balloons. They're everywhere. Balloons on the ceiling, balloons on the walls, balloons on the floor. Naruto's almost scared because he’s sure if he bends over he’ll find a balloon up his ass. Each section of the exhibit is different. Some rooms have neon lights, while others are dimmer with spotlights pointed at specific areas. There are interactive bits, but with no one to do them with, Naruto passes them by. He thinks about joining one of the other groups, but they look happier amongst themselves so he doesn’t. 

“Well this was more boring than I thought.”

He thinks, nose in his phone. Naruto wanders aimlessly until he runs into a pillar. A surprisingly soft pillar…that sucks its teeth at him–huh? Naruto looks up to see Sasuke.

“Oh, just my luck.”

Naruto takes a step back. Of course he runs into him.

“What’re you following me now?”

Sasuke asks with a scowl.

“Me follow you? Yeah ok, like I’d follow you, seems to me like you’re following me buddy.”

Naruto rolls his eyes. Of course this pretentious punk would think that.

“Like hell, I wouldn’t follow someone as annoying as you.”

“You’ve got a lot to say about my personality, you’ve been thinking about me the whole time you’ve been walking? Pretty creepy!–”

Naruto leans inches apart from him. Sasuke doesn’t back down, instead he sends a fist into Naruto’s chest and says in a strict, demanding tone.

“Oh shut up!”

Naruto gears up to return one, Sasuke follows, pulling his arm back, but they’re interrupted.

“Don’t you two even think about it!”

Sakuras rushes toward them, leaving Karin to snicker behind her. Sasuke and Naruto fly off each other but not before earning a clean smack upside the backs of their heads. Little kids walk past them in awe and terror. 

“Really you two come on, you’re in public!”

Sakura grumbled through her teeth. 

“Yeah well he started it.”

The two retort perfectly in sync. 

“Can you just behave? I don’t want to have to babysit you Naruto!”

“Pfft–babysit?”

Sasuke jeers.

“Don’t start Sasuke, I don’t want to watch after you either. God, 19 years old and you’re responding to Naruto's elementary school taunts.”

“Yeah 19, way too old, Sasuke act your age.”

Naruto teases. Sasuke turns away with his arms crossed. 

“You’re pretty comfortable Sakura drags her hands over her face. 

“Just. Get along you two. For me?”

They feel each other’s unwelcoming energy melt down at her request. Sakura comes closer and places her hands on their shoulders, acting like a bridge between them.

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

Her tone flips back to stern and her grip tightens. 

“You got it sakura!”

Naruto smiles nervously. Sasuke nods reluctantly and she lets go. 

“We’ll see you boys in another hour okay?”

Karin waves them goodbye as Sakura joins her back at their end of the room and they leave together. 

“Well, we haven’t gone in that direction yet, have we?”

Naruto motions towards the direction that Sakura came from. 

“Tch, whatever.”

Sasuke walks past him, not bothering to look at him as he passes. When he feels no one behind him, he stops.

“Do you need someone to tell you everything, jesus chris–”

Naruto lights up and follows after.

“Yeah, Yeah, hush, lets go have some fun!”

He throws an arm over his shoulder and leads him towards another exhibit

“Ngh-Get your arm off me!”

– – 

Naruto and Sasuke walk at an amicable distance. There’s a lot of stopping and starting up again along the way. They stop for Naruto to tie his shoes, for Naruto to mistake a stain on a wall as artwork, at the food court so Naruto can eat obnoxiously loud—that makes Sasuke's skin crawl. Actually, a lot of things about Naruto made his skin crawl. The way he can’t walk in a  straight line, the way he keeps licking his chapped lips, how little ability he has to walk in silence. . But what Sasuke can’t say, even as his patience wilts away, is that he’s kinda enjoying himself. 

Naruto carried an energy with him. One that Sasuke is uncharacteristically drawn to. 

Because of that,  Naruto isn't a poor person to enjoy a  museum with.  He insists on participating in every activity  as if it were a competition, and the back and forth of winning and losing is..exciting. He wonders how he didn’t notice the feeling before. It’s so vibrant. 

Naruto feels the same uncharacteristic pull. Don’t get him wrong, he’s always been the extrovert. Always doing his best to be a good influence to those around him..well, his definition of a good influence. He’s naturally competitive and extremely willing to push the boundaries of things or people in order to understand and coexist with it. And here, in the hour and a half that he’s known Sasuke for, he’s never wanted to push so bad. He tries to chop it up to the vibes. Maybe he’s a little nervous. Naruto can’t help but notice Sasuke's quiet demeanor. He’s got a sassy attitude, and his tone of voice carries a whole lot of bite under it. 

The longer they walk though the more Naruto starts to think “there’s something up with this guy. ” Can he be blamed? Sasuke hasn’t laughed once. Hasn’t smiled or seemed impressed by anything here. The two of them don’t speak a ton when looking at the still parts of the exhibit. But when Sasuke  does make comment on a painting or sculpture it’s so pessimistic. He’s all “this must depict the cycle of sorrow and vengeance” or whatever. It’s creepy! The paintings on the wall depict all sorts of things, one in particular shows a man running in the middle of a street. The sky behind him is full of balloons. The lamppoles that line the sidewalks hold balloons as lightbulbs, and the ‘people’ standing at the bus stop are nothing but rubbery mannequins. The man himself is focused–intent on reaching whatever it is he’s after. 

“You think he's running toward or away from something?”

Naruto points to the man with a curious expression. Confidently, Sasuke replies

“Toward probably.”

  “But there’s nothing behind him to run from?” 

Naruto tilts his head and puts a curled finger to his chin. Sasuke looks grimly at the painting, and without turning attention to Naruto says in a mellow tone 

  “Himself probably.”

Naruto opens his mouth to respond. Not with much thought, he doesn’t really know what to say. Before he can, he’s interrupted by his ringer. It’s Sakura letting them know to wrap up.

“We better get going.”

Sasuke motions toward the hallway leading out the museum. When they find the group, everyone is already getting into their  cars. Sakura pops up behind Naruto and rests  a hand on his shoulder. 

“You have to ride with me Naruto, Sai wants to sit with Innoo”

She says playfully, loud enough for Ino to hear as she enters the car with Sai behind her. 

“I don’t know if he should ride with us Sakura.”

Sasuke takes a few steps back until he’s right behind her.

“Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!”

. Naruto whips around questioning him from the other side of Sakura's shoulder.

“You might attract trouble on the way staring into random cars.”

Sasuke leans  to her other shoulder, to which Naruto follows, bringing Sakura with them.

“Oh come on! I thought we were having a good time!”

“With you? No way–”

“Im not a jungle gym!”

Sakura slips free from the two and knocks them across their heads…again. The two look away from each other, arms crossed. The rest of the group chuckle to themselves as they watch the three of them. Sakura blushes when she hears Karin laughing from her car. 

“Oh just get it in you two. We’re going out to eat.”

They follow with minimal grumbling and sit on the far opposite sides of the car. Sakura has a nice car. It’s cute like her and decorated with stickers and polaroid pictures. Naruto, not having been in the car since she got it at the end of senior year, looked over each one from his spot in the back. 

“Wow Sakura you’ve sure got a lot of pictures. I don’t even remember you taking these.” 

      Sakura blushes a little.

 “Yeah, I don’t know I like having them. They’re nice memories.” 

 “Someone’s nosey.” 

Sasuke says, ignoring the fact that he looked at the pictures too when he first got in. Naruto rolls his eyes.

  “Says you, who’s in my business.”

There aren’t many pictures, just some here and there. Each is filled with familiar faces. A group  picture from the last day of school, a silly selfie during class, a few candids. Naruto grins triumphantly seeing a picture he took when sneaking Sakura's camera. Then it fixes curiously once his eyes land on three candids he doesn’t recognize. They were of sasuke. Naruto stares  at them for a bit.  Naruto glances at Sasuke who glances back with his eye brow cocked.  

           “What?” 

            “Nothin.” 

          “You’ve got one hell of a staring problem then.”

Muttered sasuke. Yeah nevermind. He actually doesn’t care anymore. The drive continued in silence minus the music on the radio until they reached the restaurant. 

.-..-

The restaurant was nice. A light hung over the center of every  table and every booth. All the color drained from the waiter's face as she counted out the 17 people in their group. Reluctantly, Naruto ends up next to Sasuke again. That's what he gets for hanging out with people who are all dating each other. 

     The conversations are all over the place. School, work, tv, anything that’d cover over the sound of dated pop music. In each other's company, the laughter drowns out all the impending sense of doom everyone had tucked away when they came. Very soon, life would become too busy for leisure. Everyone would be figuring out life in cities far away from home. Numbers would inevitably get buried under new contacts and although everyone is too afraid or maybe too sad to admit it, they know this is their last dinner together for a long time. So they drink like the liquor’s free and the food is going to vanish from their plates. Sasuke sits between Naruto and Sakura, squished and pushed every direction but upward. 

Sasauke observes in utter confusion, the shock on Naruto's face each time he’s brought up. Everytime someone mentions he was there during an event Naruto was certain he wasnt, each time Sasuke smiles and nods after being asked “do you remember when…?” Naruto looks to Sakura then to the others in quiet shock. 

-..-..-

Sasuke’s nondrinking works out great in the end.  Because while everyone else has to call Ubers and book hotels nearby, or do dangerous calculations on who the best drunk driver is, Sakura, Karin, and Naruto get to enjoy a premium chauffeur (Sasuke). The three fumble into the car. The girls lean lazily against the car doors and Naruto sits in the front. 

The drive is short. Sakura directs him to her house and she leaves with Karin after thanking him for coming along. Sasuke tells her it's no problem, tells her to tell her parents hello for him, and drives off a considerable distance before realizing he has an extra body in the car. Naruto. 

“Hey wake up, I dont know where you live.”

Sasuke takes a hand off the wheel to shake him. Nothing. Again

“Naruto! Wake up so you can go home!”

Silence. Sasuke looks around the car for something to whack him with, but Sakura's car is so ridiculously neat. Once he hits a red light, he digs into his pocket for his phone. It rings once, then twice, then three times with no answer. On the other end of the line Sakura is fast asleep on the couch, phone far away on the dinner table. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding.”

Sasuke lets his head hit the steering wheel. Ough.

-..-

Of course this is what he gets stuck doing on a work night—dragging an old classmate into his house. Once he finally makes it up the two flights of stairs leading to his apartment and pulls himself and Naruto through the door, Sasuke sits on the couch and throws Naruto on the floor in front of it. 

“Welp.”

He thinks, looking over Naruto's peaceful expression. 

“I can’t believe this is who Sakura wants to leave me with.”

He runs his hands over his face, then falls onto his side. There wasn’t anything to do about it now though, so instead of harping on it he let himself drift to sleep. 

—

Naruto wakes up the next morning to an empty apartment that is certainly not his and a crick in his neck. The pristine space is awfully plain. Naruto judged the lack of personality, then it hit him. Whose apartment is he in? This isn’t the first time he’s ended up in a random person's house, but he surely doesn’t prefer it. There aren’t any pictures on the walls, no warm messages on hung wooden boards like sakura's house. Instead there are two pairs of shoes at the door and a cup on the counter in the kitchen. That's all there is to indicate any signs of life here. 

Naruto stands up and scans the space once more. Should he wait for the owner to return? Should he leave and just hope no one knows the door’s left unlocked….no, that’d be rude. Or would it? After a few minutes of pondering, he decides it’s better to just leave. He leaves his spot in the living room, careful not to leave a trail behind him and shuts the door quietly. 

Meanwhile, Sasuke has been long gone. His alarm went off at exactly 6:00am. By 7:30 he was out of the house. He didn’t think to wake Naruto up. If he’s being honest, by the time he remembered that he was in his house, he was already halfway to Sakuras house. On the way though he couldn’t help but think about him. Sasuke's memories of Naruto were short but they were some of the most vibrant. They have always been in each other's orbit somewhat. In elementary school they just kinda hovered around each other unintentionally. In middle school, when friend groups started to mix and everyone's angsty teenager years started to come through, they were classmates. They interacted occasionally–usually in competition.  By high school they knew each other and even hung out outside of school. So what gives? Why had Naruto forgotten him? It hasn’t been that long since junior year, in fact it’s only been a year. It bothered him more than it should've. 

Sakura walks out chipper than ever. She greets Sasuke and offers to drive the rest of the way. 

“You don’t seem very hungover”

Sasuke comments sarcastically. Sakura plants a hand on her forehead and says with a smile,

“Oh no I’m beat. But yesterday was such a great day I couldn’t wake up upset!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes. 

“How did you enjoy yesterday by the way? Wasn’t it nice to get to see everyone again?”

Sakura asked, putting the gear into drive. 

“It was fine. I wasn’t exactly expecting to bring one of my old classmates back to my house though.”

“...Oh is that what you were calling me about?”

Sakura responded cheekily. Sasuke didn't respond, he just looked at her expecting a half hearted excuse. 

“Sorry! I must’ve fallen asleep, it was an accident I swear!”

“Uh-huh”

Sakura is a fun person to hang out with. She’s exceptionally smart and easy to talk to. At least thats what Sasuke thinks. 

“What day are you leaving?  Yknow for school.”

He inquires, letting his elbow rest on the door's armrest and hold his head by the window. 

“Fresh tomorrow morning.”

Her tone drops into something bitter sweet. Without Sasuke having questioned the way she said it, she explains herself. 

“I’m really excited but also a little sad to go on my own. I’ll have to go to a new city, make new

frineds–im gonna be kinda homesick.”

Sasuke hums in response.

“I'm sure you’ll be fine. Besides, shouldn’t it be me who should be complaining? You’re leaving me to handle the shop all on my own.”

Sakura rolls her eyes. 

“Oh whatever.”

She knows that what Sasuke really means to say is ‘I’ll miss you too.” But of course when would he ever say that outloud? The idea of it makes her laugh. 

“Whats so funny?”

“Oh nothing.”

The drive isn’t very long. Before he knows it, the both of them are clocking in and waiting for customers. Heavy on the waiting part. 

“I love coming to work early. Gives you time to wake up since it’s so slow!”

Sakura clips her nametag to her shirt. 

“Don’t get too comfortable, it’s still a work day.”

Sasuke settles at the register. 

“Yeah right. At this hour, the only people who could be wandering around are the unemployed.”

Sakura waves her hand dismissively before disappearing into a back section of the shop. Just then, the little bell on the door shakes with a loud ting!

“Sakura you’re never going to–oh.”

‘Oh’?? Sasuke slumps his shoulders hearing that familiar agitating grating voice. Naruto saunters up to the counter, placing a hand next to the clip board of papers. 

“That’s right! Sakura did tell me you two worked at the same place–!”

“Why are you here, don't you have a job?”

“I-hey! Rude! I don’t have work until the afternoon. I wanted to stop by and say hi to Sakura!”

Sasuke leaned back in his chair.

“Well she’s busy right now.”

Naruto reaches over toward the small bell on the far end of the counter. 

“Yeah well I sure don’t want to be stuck talking to you any longer.” He says resolutely, rapidly ringing the bell. Sakura emerges from the back section shortly after.

“Whats going on?--oh.”

“Jeeze why’s everyone so unhappy to see me?!”

Naruto crosses his arms, albeit a little hurt. He hasn’t even done anything (yet).

“What do you need, Naruto? I’m working y’know.”

Sakura joins them at the front of the store item in hand. 

“Yeah, the only people who’d be walking around right now are the unemployed.”

Sasuke says plainly, earning a heavy fist the arm and a ‘don't you mock me’ from Sakura. 

“Well I was bored and in the area. Thought I’d drop by. Plus I wanted to tell you about something bizarre!”

Naruto’s demeanor shifts from explanatory to excited. 

“I woke up on the floor of some random person's apartment today.”

Sakura looks at Naruto then at Sasuke and begins to laugh a little. 

“Naruto, that wasn’t a random person's apartment, that was Sasuke's place. He took you with him since he didn’t know where you lived.” Naruto pushes off the counter.

“Oh gee you took me back to your place?”

Sasuke shoots forward. 

“Hey don't make it weird! I didn’t want you there either!”

“Then why didn’t you just drop me off at Sakura's place? I’ve slept there before.”

Sasuke froze.

“Yeah that's a good question, why didn’t you?”

Sakura placed a finger to her chin. 

“I uh, didn’t want to disturb her parents.”

“Yeah right, You didn't think of that did you?”

Sasuke looks away from both of them. He in fact did not think of that. Suddenly Naruto remembers something much more important he has to ask.

“Oh yeah when are you leaving Sakura?”

Sakura places down the object in her hand.

“Tommrow morning.” “Really? But thats so soon!?”

Naruto points to the calendar hanging on the wall by the door.

“Not really. School starts in less than a month. I’m actually kind of behind. Everyone decided to leave today.”

“Oh yeah why;s here still here then?” Naruto motions to Sasuke as if he wasnt there.

“Oh uh”

Sakura hesitated. She goesto wave her hand and dismiss the question, not wanting to air out Sasukes business, but he pipes up instead. 

“I’m not going.”

He said curtly. Naruto turns to him excitedly.

“Really? Me neither. Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other then huh?”

“In your dreams.”

Naruto almost takes  offense to the resoluteness in his tone. Instead though, he’s  reminded of his very adult responsibilities by his phone alarm. 

 “Oh crap I gotta go! Text me before you leave so I can tell you bye okay?”

Naruto rushes out the door before Sakura can reply. And with that, Sasuke and Sakura were left to finish their work in peace. 

—- 

Just like clockwork, Sakura leaves their small town behind just like everyone else did. Naruto watches her and her parents load into the car and fade into the distant traffic. Before she leaves, she rolls down the window and warns him to get along with Sasuke. He thinks about the implications of what she said. Would Sasuke really be a recurring person in his life? Not that he opposes it, but he hardly remembered him. So it makes him wonder what about him Sakura expects  Naruto to get along so well with. It gnaws at him on the walk home yet by the time he arrives. it’s clear that only time would be able to tell him that.

[xmissys-writingsx]

Currently writing a sasunaru community college x college dropout fic. But, I was looking through the mp100 tag on ao3 and now I rlly want to write a fic where mob, reigen, serizawa, and dimple get teleported to Barbie land and have to help Barbie

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Writing smut by candle light. This must be the closest I’ll ever get to time travel

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I when I have to write the boring parts of a story. Like omg I’m dying

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Sometimes I just want to post parts of fics I’m working on without context. I could. But instead I enslave myself at my keyboard to write a full, coherent, story 😔

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Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 3 Part 13

Arataka Reigen (Mob Psycho 100)

Sans (Undertale)

Voting ended onJun 22

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Guys we have two more days PLEASE

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Rest in peace itachi is should’ve been orochimaru

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I love getting compliments on my work it’s such an easy way to get motivated

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Ok here the agenda

- short law piece

- Dark reunion au Saiki K stuff

- narusasu/sasunaru one shot

- Ace one shot

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Which way is better for writing fic

Past tense

Present tense

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Well this was wildly unhelpful

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Which way is better for writing fic

Past tense

Present tense

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Who should I write for next

Law (one piece)

Reigen (again) (mp100)

Sakura x Karin (Naruto)

Shoko (jjk)

Koga (inuyasha)

The president of the United States (and several others)

Voting ended onJun 21

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Which way is better for writing fic

Past tense

Present tense

Voting ended onJun 16

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Who should I write for next

Law (one piece)

Reigen (again) (mp100)

Sakura x Karin (Naruto)

Shoko (jjk)

Koga (inuyasha)

The president of the United States (and several others)

Voting ended onJun 21

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Can I get some opinions on this WIP

I have this fic idea (which your about to read) and im contemplating if i should continue it or what. The idea behind it is very much madoka magicey ish, theres a plot twist, yada yada. What I need to know is, A- how interesting is it so far, B- If I post it fr can I keep the past tense wording or would it be better to write it in present tense, and C- should I make it into a multi chapter thing or a gigantic oneshot. Ok thanks love u

“400 Miles”

Adventurer! Ace x afab reader

CW for this chapter: Sfw / mild violence, VERY historically inaccurate / devil fruit powers still exist but they aren’t from devil fruits they’re from something else / poorly proofread

(yeah I know I said cowboy earlier but he’s a grown man and he’s got no cows)

Overall CW as of now: Fluff (eventually)/ angst / depictions of violence / mentions of death /

WC; 4.9K

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Whiskey had a hard smell and a nasty taste. It was the type of drink that stains teeth and leaves a pungent trail on a man's tongue–one that prompts him to be uncouth as he hangs his head over his shoulders at your saloon's bar. It went down smooth but burned the throat, an early reprimand for the vulgar things that’d come out of it. You spent many nights serving that drink to the beat up men who fumbled into your establishment. Well–your fathers. For a land as lawless as the wild west, a woman like yourself still couldn’t be left unattended. Quite ironic wasn't it?

You dreamed of leaving your small town in the middle of nowhere. Maybe beyond these great plains and sweltering deserts, there’d be a big city more welcoming of a woman's ambitions. Although, in itself that dream held more ambition than possibility. You sighed as you wiped spilled alcohol from the countertop. Tonight was, as all nights were, busy. You had your regulars fall in first. Old men who’d watched you grow up in this drunkard's haven. They always greeted you kindly, careful not to offend your father, who always kept his eye on you from afar. Next came the young men. With it being so long since the gold rush, it was high past the days of those who ventured for gold and riches. Now, they came to see the world. On horseback they stopped by to eat and flirt with the young ladies who dared wander in.

You always recollected this part of the night as the time where the future, past, and present vaguely presented themselves in sync. The old men at the bar who drank until it dribbled down their maws and whistled at women far below their years and the young men who listened in closely as they told stories from the “good old days”. And finally, the young boys who hid behind their mothers, shyly in awe by the sheer energy of the room. When you weren’t shuffling drinks to and fro, you rested on your elbow and watched the strings of fate entangle themselves. Just like you were doing now.

“Excuse me ma’am, but could I trouble you for a moment?”

Oh great, another flirt. You were an attractive girl. Flirting wasn’t uncommon for a girl like you in a place like this, and truthfully you wouldn’t mind it so much if the men encountered you were worth the effort. You raised your eyes to meet the ones of the man talking to you. Ready to dismiss another ill fitted suitor or serve another sweaty meathead some liquor, you tilted your head to the side.

“How can I help you sir?”

Your words came out flat and tepid–not exactly the nicest tone. The man before you smiled awkwardly.

“I don’t want to be a bother, but”

He looked about 23–freckled face, definitely tanned, tall, and rowdy looking. He donned a tan hat, and as his shirt, a string of red beads. You’d blush but considering it was hotter than hot outside you just felt a little jealous. There was an odd feeling of familiarity when you looked at him. Like you knew him from somewhere but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“I was just wondering if I could get some directions…I’m a little turned around.”

Oh. You brighten up a bit–straightened your back and rested your weight on your palms instead.

“Where are you headed?”

You reach down to the small drawers under the counter. There was a decent map inside the right drawer that had directions in each way 400 miles. You pulled the map from the drawer, swiped the towel scrunched in your hand across the counter a final time, and splayed the map in front of him and yourself. You looked to him, waiting for an answer. The saloon vibrated with the sound of dancing and laughing. The young man scanned over the map for a moment, turned his head left then right, and back at the map.

“Uh, do you not know..?”

What kind of idiot doesn’t know where they're going before they leave somewhere?

“Well, not exactly”

This guy apparently. He rubbed the back of his head apologetically.

“Well how can I give you directions if you don’t have a destination?”

You folded the map back up. You were about to put the map back in the drawer when he put a fist over your hand.

“I’d visit anywhere really, I just need to find somewhere. You know somewhere don't you?”

You looked at him like he was stupid.

“I don’t.”

And yanked your hand from under his and placed the map back.

“Come on, everyone knows somewhere.”

“You don’t even know ‘somewhere’ “

The man sighed, defeated. You had your back turned to him by now. There wasn’t anything you could do for him now. A second passed, then a few more, and you could feel his eyes on your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to deny him completely.

“Theres a man about twice your age who runs an apparel shop. He’s not far, you probably ran into the shop on your way here. He’s been around lots of places, I’m sure he has a ‘somewhere’ for you.”

You point towards the direction of the top. The young man rushes to the other side of the bar to meet you gaze,

“Thank you kindly Ma’am,”

Tips his hat, and rushes out the door.

“What a weird guy…”

You thought to yourself. Before you could ponder your interaction, a customer calls out to you.

“Another one please and thank you!”

He raised his cup to you. You pass a fake smile and take his cup.

“You’ve met the newcomer huh?”

You stop in your tracks, already half checked out of the conversation.

“Yeah, he was just looking for directions. He was a little odd, but I just sent him to the old apparel shop. “

The man raised a brow

“The old apparel shop? But there's no one there.”

“No one there?”

Now you were both confused.

“It can’t be any later than 7 o’clock, why isn’t he there?”

You leaned back to get a view of outside. It was still fairly bright out. The clouds hadn’t travelled to your skies yet and the birds still flew high over the buildings.

“He’s had to close shop early because of his legs, remember? Some lunatic came in and smashed them up a few weeks ago. He can’t stand or move as much as he used to.”

The man's friends laughed at that. But you just rolled your eyes.

“Welp I’m sure he’ll figure it out, he seems like the determined type.”

And determined he was, because when the night finally came you caught a glimpse of him settling down at a chair on the porch.

The next day was just as hot as the last. Your dress was so stuffy. You waved your hand fan and adjusted your hat to shield your face. The town felt abandoned despite being well populated–it was Sunday after all. Your town of god-fearing church goers had left the streets desolate in favor of the gospel. As you walked throughout the town you observed the buildings that surrounded you throughout your childhood. The beat up shops and messy wells by the rundown bank made you remember all the seasons you spent loitering in front of them with your friends.

You watched the cattle free graze on the horizon line. You wondered what kind of things cows did when the farmer wasn’t watching. There were lots of things on the horizon that you hoped to see. You spent hours painting and writing about it, fantasizing about all the things you'd see on your travels. There was a little voice in your head that urged you run beyond that line and write everything down. To publish a book and send it to all the little children of the world so they too could wonder about the world beyond their little villages. You had faint memories of the outside. It was a long time ago when you were small, during the period of time you spent on the way to town from the east. As a little girl you stared up at the stars above in awe. You imagined great lakes and monstrous mountains gently calling your name, welcoming you to come back and visit them. And visit them you planned to do.

You looked up at the sky. Its vastness dared you to venture into it. Maybe one day there would be a device to lift you high enough to soar through it like a bird. You crossed your arms to the idea. Far off, you could hear the wells whistle to the wind.

“Sure, I could get some of that wind over here…”

As if it heard you, the wind picked up and blew your hat away. If there is a god out there he’s sure got jokes. You leaned down to pick up your hat, still stuck in your own head. Caught up in yourself, you hardly heard the loud footsteps barreling toward you. Frightened, you turned around to see the young man from before racing ahead. A group of gruff men were hot on his trail! Aboard horses, they sprinted after him with pistols tight in their hands.

“That way!”

He yelled, pointing ahead. You staggered backward, shocked by the sight. Why were these guys after him? And why was he telling you to run? You resigned yourself to simply stepping aside. But it seemed the young man wasn't having that.

“Man you must be hard of hearing out–ugh–something!”

Just like that, he hauled you onto his shoulder and boulted to the edge of town.

“What the hell are you talking about–put me down!”

You watched in horror as your nice hat was trampled by the horses. The young man ignored your orders. What you saw next was no short of unbelievable. After realizing he couldn’t outrun men or horseback, he knelt to the ground (still keeping you on his shoulders), placed a hand flat on the ground, and up it went in flames! You felt your jaw go slack. The horses raised onto their hind legs, throwing the men on their rears.

“Ha! Serves your right!”

The young man laughed, then, you two ran again. What the hell did you just get into?

He ran for a remarkable amount of time without stopping. When you two finally stopped just shy of a ranch 5 miles out of town he gently placed you down on the ground.

“Sorry, it was rude of me to pick you up like that. But you’ve gotta believe me, you were in some real danger!”

You dusted yourself off.

“What the hell are you talking about!?”

The young man held his hat at his chest, revealing a full head of black hair.

“I was walking around the area–yknow getting a feel for things before I head out, and I overheard that group of ruffians talking. I noised in on their conversation and heard them talking about your saloon. They were planning to hurt you. You were kind enough to try and help me last night, so I planned to stop them before they could get ahead of themselves.”

He confessed.

“And that's how they ended up chasing you?”

You placed a hand on your hip.

“Yeah…”

He looked back toward the town.

“I don’t want to pry into your personal life but ma’am, it seems you’ve got some enemies.”

“I don’t. I don’t know why they could be after me.”

You placed a hand on your chin. Why would–wait. That's not the important question right now.

“You lit the ground on fire!”

You exclaimed, pointing at his hands.

“What kind of witchcraft do you work with?!”

The young man smiled like he was excited that you noticed.

“Oh that? I can just do that. I got it after getting ahold of an artifact back in Mexico.”

He held his hand out and with a snap of his fingers, it went aflame. You marveled at the spectacle. His hand didn’t burn nor char. If anything it seemed to energize him. All the questions you bottle necked in your throat, and shot out as a jumbled set of jibberish.

“You went to Mexico? What kind of artifact? Are you the devil? Where are you even from? Why–”

“Woah. How about we save the interview for when we get back. I’ll answer all your questions over some whiskey.”

You felt your face scrunch up.

“What, you don’t like whiskey?”

“Hate it.”

“Oh, ok, mule skinner then.”

He smiled. You didn’t bother asking what mule skinner was. You were sure you had it somewhere in the dingy shed behind the saloon.

“Oh, by the way, my name is Ace–Ace D. Portgus.”

He put his hat back down, casting a shadow over his face.

“Nice to meet you, names [Name]”

Ace shakes his hand free of the flames. To your surprise he holds it out to shake yours.

“If it’s not too forward.”

He said, eyes pointing to his outstretched hand. You put your own hand out and shake with a firm grip.

“Not at all.”

Ace looked you in the eye as you two shook hands, originally as a sign of respect that quickly turned into him getting lost in your looks. You shook your hand harder, this tim trying to get free.

“Uh, you can let you now–”

“Say now that I get a good look at you, you’re kinda pretty.”

Thud! You fist landed on the top of his head.

“Hey, that was a compliment!”

Ace’s free hand flew to the top of his head.

“It’s unwelcomed!”

You snatched yours away and marched back in the direction of town. Ace jogged after you. Once he caught up he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re heading back already? It's a long walk in this heat.”

He warned, ignoring that you only had to endure the walk home because he dragged you out here in the first place. ‘Well what do you suggest we do instead, hm? Stay here and wait for the sun to go down? It’ll only take me about an hour or so.” “Why don't we go explore a bit? That ranch over there looks pretty cool.” “No. We—I have to go back.” “You’ve got one early curfew.” “I don’t have a curfew, I'm quite independent.” “So…?” “I just don’t want to! Why do you want me to go so bad anyway?”

You barked, already sick of whatever he was going on about. It wasn’t like that ranch was anything special. You’d seen it all the time. Just…never been inside. Ace raised his hands in surrender

“Ok! Fine I’ll back off. I’ll get out of your hair. Have a good day ma’am.”

“Appreciate it.”

DYou said gruffly, continuing your walk. The father you got though, your states to think about the ranch. It did look pretty abandoned. You’d seen it so many times but maybe there was something cool inside. Maybe there was an old woman with a library of books hidden in the back room. Or a secret hide out with riches under the floorboards.

Your nose tingled to the smell of adventure. Damn you and your childish curiosity. Ace noticed your stride slowing and went in for the kill.

“Yknow I don’t know what I’ll find in there, it could be something pretty awesome..”

Suddenly you were shouting for him to wait up and chasing after him.

“I thought you were going home?”

Ace poked at your shoulder teasingly.

“Shut it.”

You punched him in the side to which he feigned injury.

“Youre one mean lady.”

“I can live with that.”

Ace couldn't explain why he wanted you to come along so badly. But him being him, he chalked it up to his ultra spectacular sense for adventure. And what adventure isn't better with a friend? Well, soon to be. He decided once you showed him your map that you’d be his pal you just don’t know it yet.

The big wooden gate enclosing the ranch greeted you two. The faint huffing and puffing of horses wafted around the estate. Chickens clucked and cows fussed loudly at each other.

“It’s like they're arguing with each other."

You chuckled. Ace offered a low hum in response, then cupped his hands at the side of his mouth.

“Good afternoon! Is anyone home?”

He shouted. The lack of response prompted another shout, and once Ace was again met with silence, he hopped over the fence.

“What are you doing??”

You leaned over the giant plank.

“Theyre not home!”

He looked at you confused as if you were the crazy one. You extended a hand dramatically toward the estate and huffed a hushed

“You can't go in there! That is trespassing! Do you want to get shot, boy!?”

“Eh don’t worry about it. I won't touch anything–now that would be rude. Now are you coming or going?”

Ace paused for a moment for your decision. But it was clear that he wasn’t going to wait up for you any longer.

“This is what I get for tagging along with strangers. I should’ve listened to my father when he warned me about things like this, I swear!”

You grumbled as you hiked your dress up and hopped over the gate.

“Ah I aint–I mean–I'm not a stranger, you know my name already. And that I’ve got powers. Seems like enough to be acquaintances at least."

Ace sauntered up to the burgundy barn ahead. You trailed behind, taking note of all the details around you. The overgrown weeds that overran the flowers in the garden bed to your right. The dingey house on the other side of the barn that needed its porch swept up ahead. The starved looking horses freeroaming in the pen to your left. There were no bootprints besides yours and Ace’s that lead outside the gates. It made your stomach descend slowly into the pit of your body. Finally, Ace knocked on the barn door. It swung open with a long winded “creeek” Ace’s eyes widened at what he saw inside.

“What is it?”

You questioned, quickening your pace. Ace didn’t answer, he just stared at the inside of the house. Adrenaline started building up inside you, you felt yourself become more aggressive as you persisted.

“Well? What is it?”

Until you caught up to him at the entrance and saw it too. Two feet swinging from a beam in the center of the barn.

“Oh god–”

You turned away. Not long after the smell hit you like a train.

“Well at least we know he won’t mind if we look around a bit…”

Ace covered his face and entered.

“What are you doing? We need to go get the sheriff. This could be a real grim situation here!’

You backed away from the barn two steps at a time.

“More grim than this? Yeah alright.”

“Still..”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Being in what some would call the “Wild West” you’d seen a dead body or two. But it never took away from the heart dropping feeling of seeing it. Your eyes swung side to side faintly alongside the feet of the middle aged man. Periodically, pieces of the corpse’s face would plummet to the ground with a loud “Shlop!”. The man was blue, slack jawed, and the rope around his neck squeezed his neck tight like rope to cloth. It made you feel faint to look at. Ace meanwhile, still casually walked around the area, looking for something. Abruptly, he bent down and uncovered an item under a stack of hay.

“Hey [Name], come see this.”

You tiptoes into the barn to investigate. The farther you got inside the more nauseous you felt. The smell of a dead body was one so unique to itself that you couldn’t even think of something to compare it to. Finally, when you made your way to the spot, Ace pointed down to a small necklace with an amber center piece. The chain was plated gold, the amber glowed a faint yellow. Like a crow, Ace seemed to hover toward it. To your embarrassment so did you. Taking notice, Ace went the “gracious route” and hooked the necklace around his finger.

“You want it?”

He held up the jewelry and waved it toward you.

“I do not want a dead man's necklace–what??”

You smacked the necklace out his hand, utterly bemused that he’d make such an offer.

“What are you a grave robber?”

“Nothing of the sort.”

Ace put a hand to his mouth, feigning offense to your accusation. When you didn’t reciprocate the playfulness, he shoved the necklace into his pocket and stood up.

“Eh, you’ll want it later.”

“I most certainly will not!”

Ace shrugged his shoulders. After a brief pause, he looked up at the rotting corpse above you two and tipped his hat,

“Thank you for the necklace!”

And walked out. You didn’t have the bandwidth to tell him that “thank you” doesn’t count if he’s already decided to steal the item.Not wanting to stay longer to argue, you rushed past him out of the barn and toward the town. This guy was crazy and you were not sticking around to witness it anymore than you had already.

By the time you got to the town it was about evening. You threw your sweaty body over the saloon counter and wiped the sweat from your brow with the old rag in the drawer. It hadn’t hit opening time yet–thank god. You circled back to the saloon doors and locked them shut. To take your mind off the barn you committed yourself to chores–wiping tables, prepping barrels of liquor, the works. You hummed a calming tune to yourself as you worked, trying to drown out the sound of the creaky wooden boards. As you wiped the tables you could still smell the unique smell on you, despite never having touched the corpse. It drove you crazy. You washed your hands once, twice, then another time, but it wouldn’t go away. It brought you to your knees, sick with disgust. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you ran out the doors and vomited in front of the building. You’d just blame it on one of the regular blackouts or something.

Your panic made you notice just how empty the town still was. It made your skin crawl. Considerably concerned, you barricaded yourself in the saloon again.

“You’re getting all worked up over nothing. It's still early. The town will busy up soon.”

You reassured yourself. No town of your size could just disappear. You're just paranoid over the body. Speaking of which, you should tell the shariff. You cleared your throat and stood tall. What were you so scared for? This was childish. You’re a grown woman for Christ’s sake. You had things to do. You waltzed over the door. As your hand neared the handles, ready to yank open the doors and march downtown. A thought occurred. What would you tell the sheriff? “Yeah I was trespassing on the property and saw him hanging there. Oh and the guy I was with stole his necklace.” No! You couldn’t do that. What would they think? You rushed back to the counter.

You couldn’t tell anyone what you saw. And what about the hooligans from before? Ace said they were out to get you. Oh you cursed yourself for leaving without him. The least you could’ve done was use him as a shield. Or maybe make him take the wrap for the tresspassing. Your breathing picked up in pace. In out, in out, inout, inout, inoutinoutinout. You slammed your hands into your cheeks. The momentary silence called you back to your senses. This was as you said before, ridiculous. You went back to preparing for customers. Two hours later and just couldn’t shake the idea of being watched.

You checked everywhere, the storage closet, under the counter, each corner of the saloon, everything. Despite yourself, you went right back outside. To your shock, the town had filled up again! It buzzed with chitchat and music. You laughed at yourself for being so scared. The breeze rode in again, calming your nerves. You took a few steps out into the sidestreet and looked on at the ongoing men and women. You returned to your regular self. You pushed the lingering fear aside and started making small talk with the passerbys.

“See, what a joke–”

CRIICK! Rang the sound of tearing wood. It came from behind you. Farther than you’d think but too close for comfort. Determined not to get worked up again, you decided to confront the sound. You walked in its direction. It was somewhere around the back of the Saloon. At the back there was no one. Just a giant chunk of the holding stable (for mens horses) missing. Your stomach dropped, really this time. The hairs on the back of your neck rose alongside large goosebumps across your skin. Something in the back of your mind yelled at you to turn around, but before you could brace yourself to fight; a large gloved hand sat itself on your shoulder. A large brooding shadow engulfed your own.

“Excuse me?”

An elegant, feminine voice that you didn’t expect came from the intimidating shade. It was a woman—a woman shrouded in coats and gear as if it were armor. Her long black hair curtained over her shoulders and her boots gave her height she most definitely didn’t need. Your anxiety started to simmer down.

“I hope I didn’t startle you, but I couldn’t help but notice your establishment's doors were open with no one inside…if this is your establishment that is.”

She was notably pretty. You were left speechless for a few seconds as you admired her.

“Uh..”

Oops. It’s rude to stare.

“It is mine. Thank you! Uh, are you from around her?”

You walked away from the eerie scene behind you and past the woman, hand out as to gesture her to follow. The two of you walked into to saloon, you offered her a seat and she took a seat at the counter.

“I’m from a couple of places, none of them being here. Im only here shortly for business.”

“Oh? What kind of business?”

You raised a cup mid question, the woman shook her head no and started her response.

“Research. I need a place that will facilitate my studies…and also just old common work.”

She smiled, resting her head in her palm.

“I can do all sorts of things. My heart is with archeology though.”

You pulled up a lesser quality stool from behind the counter and took a seat. “Archeology.” The word was familiar. In today’s age there weren’t many but they existed. You never got the appeal of digging around in the dirt but you were sure the reward was whatever was under it.

“Well I’m not sure what you’ll find doing that archeology stuff over here. The miners here dig all day and don’t even find as much as a gold pebble.”

You pointed behind you in the direction of the gold mines. Each day men and women disguised as men labored away in the ground and river looking for it. Never to much avail. The woman laughed.

“You never know! If I can’t find anything here then there’s always the next town—“

“Or the next territory.”

You leaned back in your seat.

“Or the next territory.”

The woman said affirmingly.

“Say I never did get your—“

“Come on boys! I found us a spot to celebrate!”

A boisterous, crooked voice interrupted you. The decorations on the walls shook to the big, heavy barrage of steps parading inside.

“Anyone hhhome?”

A big, fat man marched in confidently. He dragged the “h” in “home” like a cigarette. His face was wide and wore a beard that shook dandruff and dust each time he landed a foot to the ground. You raised your hand to waive him over. When his eyes locked on yours you felt the slimy feeling of disgust slide down your spine.

“How can I..help you today?”

You leaned on your arms, ready to take his order.

“A round of drinks for uh…one, two, three….uhh–”

He pointed out each of his men one by one, clearly too many for him to count (there were 15 of them).

“15 drinks for you and your buddies?”

“Constituents.”

He corrected you in his raspy, goitered voice. He sprayed spit every “t” and “s” narrowly missing your face. You moved your hand off the counter, hiding it away from the shower. The man had piano keys for teeth. His breathe was rancid. God! Who let him leave the house like this!? You pretended to turn away and look at something so you could get a breath of fresh, clean air. Then, you nodded and pointed toward the seating to your left.

“Seat yourselves over there and I’ll handle you shortly.”

Without so much as a thank you, the man fumbled to the rays of tables and chairs. You nodded your head to the woman at the table, long forgetting to ask for her name again. The new

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”I’m sorry every song is about you”

Musician! ex x reader Drabble (?)

Tags: hurt no comfort / Sfw with one mention of sex / not proof read / gn!reader

Song that I wrote this to: “Box turtle, magnificent isn’t she?”-Lady Radiator

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♪- Musican! Ex That you break up with because they can’t see past their work far enough to even catch a glimpse of you standing in front of them.

♪- Musican! Ex that doesn’t seem bothered initially. You stand in the bedroom of their apartment as they flip through a composition book, instrument in their lap, a switching between playing a note and jotting it down. Your heart sinks slowly, drowned by the thick, muddy sadness filling your chest second by second. They don’t acknowledge you or the way you’re looking at them until you mutter their name. Your throat feels stiff, like paper when you shake it a certain way to make it stand straight. They become a little impatient looking up at you, waiting for you to say something so they can get back to their work. When you finally come out with it, in the drained, monotone tone you hardly manage to muster, they just nod.

“If that’s what you want…I won’t stop you.”

That’s all they say at first. You find the ending quite ironic. You don’t know what you hopes for, maybe a little more emotion—maybe for them to be you to stay so you could at least have the audacity to reject them. You don’t have to pack anything, you had only just decided to move in with him.. The door clicks open, and before you shut it behind you, you here a short

“Love you..”

It makes your heart jump. They say it as if they’re expecting you to come back after a day of work or something. Is that they’re attempt? Their hand extending to pull you back? You wait a moment to see if they say anything else. And they don’t. So you throw your key onto the counter with a “shclink!” and shut the door behind you. “Never again”

You tell yourself.

♪- Musician! Ex who tries to convince themselves that they don’t care but the do—oh they do so bad. The scent of you still lingers in their apartment because they haven’t cleaned a single thing since you left. Your side of the bed, your spot on the couch, the clothes you return a few days later that smell like your laundry detergent sitting on his stool because that’s where you usually place them—it all remains untouched even weeks after you’ve left.

♪- Musican! Ex whos music starts sounding duller without you singing along. Who can only feel as strongly when writing if it’s about you. They know they don’t deserve to miss you so much—that to lose you like this means they weren’t good enough to keep you in the first place but they can’t help it. Your memory bleeds into every note, every pen stroke, and every long night spent trying to recover the haze they find themselves in after trying to drink it away. They’re a wreck. Yet somehow even when you’re not there offering suggestions and encouragement, the music is still beautiful.

♪- Musican! Ex who’s been getting comments on their social media and YouTube channel asking what happened to change their music so dramatically. Commenters flood each video showing their new songs guiltily admitting that they love and relate to this new era more than the last. They keep writing about you hoping the foreign attention will make them feel better but it’s not.

♪- Musican! Ex who tries to put themselves out there again as they get more popular but fails. Everything ends at the first date or a one night stand rather than something long lasting.

They can’t decide whose fault it is. Their dates for not being what they’re looking for, or theirs for only looking for you.

♪- Musican! Ex that keeps popping up on your social media despite having their account blocked. Your friends comfort you through the breakup the best they can. You trust them to take you out to the club and to different social events in town, but it’s hard. They talk a lot of shit about your ex, and you know you shouldn’t but you find yourself unable to join in.

♪- Musician! Ex whose music starts finding its way on the radio and in your fandom spaces. It’s weaving its way into every place it thinks you’ll be. You hate that you understand every reference in the album—how you can pick up which notes were poorly corrected in his editing software or which word forced his retainers to fall out. Your friends have banned even the mention of his name in your presence at this point. They set you up on several dates and you hit it off with a few. But they end because they can tell your hearts just not in it.

♪- Musican! Ex who’s references and descriptions of “fictional people” are starting to sound way too familiar. Your friends call it creepy and you lie and say you agree. In reality you don’t know how you feel about it. It makes you happy in a malicious way to know they’re hurting for you even if it’s only a fraction of how much you hurt for them. All the nights you spent wishing for a date you didn’t plan, all the dates you did plan spent hoping they’d ask about your hobbies seriously rather than the “oh really?” In a dryly inquisitive tone, every morning after a night of passion you woke up to them practicing that damn instrument instead of in their arms—all of it. The other part of you though, was glad to know they were thinking of you. It sparked a little fire inside you. One that said “they’re waiting for you.”

♪- Musican! Ex whose concert you attend without telling your friends. You don’t know why you go, the chances of them seeing you are close to none—and if they did what would you do?

“I’m just curious to see where he’s at now..I’m just curious”

Yeah right.

♪- Msuican! Ex who does spot you in the crowd. Who finds a small break in their verse to breathe in all the air your presence has returned to them. They stutter over one of their lines and walks closer to the edge of the stage. Their fans glance from another to another. What the heck are they doing? Some chalk it up as them being overtaken by the heat of the moment, others catch on that they saw something or someone.

♪- Musican! Ex who gasp your name accidentally into the microphone, then races off the stage once you make a bolt for the exit. The fans are really taken aback now. They don’t know whether to follow him out or stay. Some of them are pissed about the wasted money—whatever they’ll get a refund later.

♪- Musician! Ex who somehow catches up to you. By their lucky stars they manage to stop you. Your shoots from their mouth so fast that it cracks out their throat and rasp off their tongue. You turn around without thinking and finally see them. For the first time in many months you see them. Their clothes are different, they’ve gained a few piercings here, cut some hair there, but you know purely by the look in their eye that it’s them. You try to make an excuse for showing up. “Wrong concert” “I’m here for a friend” “I’m sleepwalking”, you don’t get that far. Your ex is already spewing apologies, some of them don’t even come out in full sentences.

“I’m sorry for everything—imsosorryforwhatidid—how I was, I’m so sorry-iknowidontdeserveitbut”

They choke on their own words, too worked up from the adrenaline of seeing you. You’ve never seen them this emotional before. Not in anger, not in joy, not ever. Hey there you were watching your ex damn near hyperventilate trying to get everything out. You say their name once. They’re still rambling. Then twice and they start quieting down. The third time you say it softly and they stop talking. You didn’t have anything prepared though. You two stare at each other for several moments. It feels like the world has stopped moving all around you even with the cars racing past and the people flooding out the concert hall.

“I can’t get back with you [ex]—“

“Then don’t. Just come home. Please?”

Your lack of answer makes them realize how outlandish they’re being. You can see the defeat fall over him and force their features into a plain expression. They open their mouths to speak, but it’s clear they’ve already said too much. So they turn around and walk back to the concert hall, leaving you to fade in with the crowd behind them.

♪- Musican! Ex whose big act you think of all night and the morning after. What the hell was that?? It uproots a sea of emotions inside you, anger, fear, sadness, and one that you can’t quite pinpoint. You’re certain gods got a sense of humor when, as you’re sitting at your kitchen counter trying to figure yourself out, you spot a necklace that isn’t yours. You sigh, of course. You pick the gold jewelry off the counter as stuff it in your pocket. You can’t bring yourself to throw it away, so there’s only one thing left to do before you have to stitch your reopened wound shut and swear off the bastard for good.

♪- Musican! Ex who goes home that night and rips up their composition book. Who, with a loud cry, tears down all their posters and band shirts off the wall. Everything is destroyed until all that sits in the middle untouched in that damn instrument of his, the cause of it all. They pick it up and stare at it. All the love, all the passion steadily drains from their eyes. Their waterline stings their eyes shut. It threatens to overflow, to cry because they just destroyed the last things that held your memory and because it’s all their fault that it is in the first place. They raise the object above their head, ready to break it into a thousand pieces and then some. Then—“knock, knock, knock”

They snap out of it, dropping the instrument. They slowly tune toward the door. A moment passes, the two. “Knock, knock, knock.” Again. They reluctantly open the door and see you standing outside of it with your hands stuffed in your pocket. Their arms flinch upward in an attempt to hug you and they back away.

“I uh, have to return this to you.”

You hand hold the necklace. It sparkles dimly in the apartment's light.

“Keep it”

They want to say

“Come in here and rob me blind for Christ sake I don’t care”

They want to insist. There’s an awakes silence that permits the air for a bit. There’s the knowledge that both of you have things to say yet both don’t know which words to call forth. You have their full attention now so what do you do? Do you scream at them? Call them a cowardly piece of shit? Or do you address the trail of destruction clearly visible behind him. Or do you just nod and walk away?

“The uh, the songs..”

God what are you doing.

“Are they about me..?”

This is really the most pressing matter right now?

“Yeah..all of them. Each one since you left.”

You feel your heart squeeze itself pink at that.

“I see..well, you won’t see me again after this, hopefully it’ll help you go back to your regular—“

“No. No I don’t want that.”

And for a second you think you’ll jump into his arms and take him back. To answer to your heart and do what’s never felt so natural—loving him.

“I won’t write another song in my entire life if that’s what it’ll take [name] please.”

They place their hands on your shoulders. Not to scare you but to hold you there, to get you to see the sincerity in their eyes. Through their disheveled hair and runny eyeliner from the night before. However it’s exactly because you can see it that you know the choice you have to make. You place a hand over theirs and gently pulls it off.

“It’s not.”

You place the necklace in their hand and press their fingers shut around it. Your ex throws the necklace to the ground. They call your name, but this time you don’t turn around.

♪- Musician! Ex who shuffles back into his apartment and falls into their bed. It settles in that there really isn’t anything left to be done. Their arms are like lead, too heavy to pick up and finish what they started.

♪- Musician! Ex who’s songs still play on the radio, whos name still pops up on your feed, but who’s concerts you never attend again and accounts you never unblock.

♪- Musician! Ex whose music never quite goes back to how it used to. Even though you no longer hear references you recognize or melodies you helped write, you can if you listen closely, hear the jingle of the gold necklace against the microphone. You can’t say you regret dating a musician, but it’s definitely something you’d never do again.

Characters: yato, mikasa, eren yeager, bakugo kastuki, reigen arataka, ooc satoru gojo, ooc light yagami, your faves