ドーナツ魔女

pinkiddo said: btw is this conspuu pinkiddo said: BTW CAN U INCLUDE THE OT3 SHOPPING SCENE pinkiddo said: PLS CONTINUE WHERE IS THE PART 2 HEY CONTINUE 1) …. the lines blurred when i wrote the au fic. so maybe. 2) ANOTHER DAY PERHAPS. 3) POSTED

another the man from uncle au note: this is for pinkiddo​ and okashiras​. i spammed them slowly with this fic yesterday. pls enjoy. the little additions. ;A; and yes, i know if you squint, you’ve probably read the same situation from a different fic i’ve written before. :))

"what are you doing?" it's already been too long; his index had been staying at the same point of her leg for five seconds. but his touch still burned like ice, as they skimmed the back of her knee. if it weren't for his uncomfortable expression that was nearly identical to her own, she would've accused that he was enjoying her discomfort. his hand reaches the rise of her thigh. "trying not to get..." sasuke exhales, acutely feeling the warmth from his breath on her belly. "lost."

for pinkiddo​ because u thirsty note: i just realized that cry to me was also used in the movie dirty dancing to jump on someone. oh, oh, oh. and that probably brought an epiphany 

the third bottle of keglevich was already thrown to the bucket when she finally left him in peace. still, her drunken pout. that empty shot glass, and the knot of her brows  - as she glided ( well, tried to ) to their bedroom - made him wary. this flighty and careless behavior is typical of a young girl who had just discovered the world at large from the other side of the iron curtain. and just as he moved the black knight across, he hears the first burst of sax and song, destroying whatever quiet he had established. cover or not, sasuke is not playing this game. her game. inside this room, sakura is his charge, not (never) his fiancee. "it ain't fun to dance alone." the girl slurs, cat eyes peering beneath the tinted glasses. she’s still awkwardly swaying to the soulful croon, before she anchors herself with her hands on the tops of his arms. "i need a partner."  

"no." "you can't dance?" she tilts her head, bright curls coiling at her throat.  "or you won't?" "both." "ah." her laugh is dry, tired, before curling her fingers over his loose fists."but you will." =

sakura finally learns, as she receives a familiar engagement heirloom from her...partner that to seduce an irate, noble spymaster, one must annoy the hell out of him - ( "oh, you don't want to dance." she takes off her shades, and her simmering frustration seeps through her glare. "...but you want to wrestle?" her smile turns feral, enjoying his sudden panic. "wait, i did not say--") - and smash his spine to the nearest mahogany table.

pinkiddo replied to your photoset

:so this is my *cough* workspace or also known as...

WORK TRAYS ARE THE BEST FOR WANDERING WORKERS i think i like to work everywhere except at my workplace (especially during summer. i wrote more on everyone’s beds than in my own room ;A: )

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baasama replied to your post:694 rxn

and aoshi pretty much had a better jesus than sasuke.

@pinkiddo replied to your post:694 rxn

YES I HAVE TOO. BUT I AM STILL MIFFED HE STILL KEPT THINGS FROM HER. ( you're not doing a good job right now sasuke. remember what itachi did to you? )