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This is what my weekend consisted of... I was so busy! It was like a nerd holiday!
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things you said after you kissed me Sasusaku :)
14. things you said after you kissed metaking requests for sasusaku and kacchako ♥
She feels her heart beat steadily in her chest, growing faster as he inches closer. It always feels this way at first, her nerves suddenly going haywire when she inhales the scent of cinnamon and rolling fires.
His aura is overwhelming but it’s something she’s grown used to. It’s when his skin touches her and his lips linger above hers that she finds it hard to think, hard to function.
But when they make contact, that’s when the flocking butterflies are freed from within, fluttering in her stomach, to her chest, and finally through her head because she can’t freaking think straight.
Their shared kisses are soft, chaste and sweet and when it’s over, Sasuke is usually the one to look away first. His long hair hides the blush that covers his cheeks and Sakura is left reeling, trying to inhale and make sense of what’s right in this world and the only thing that comes to mind is Sasuke.
Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke.
Sakura doesn’t say a word, merely lost in her thoughts before she notices his mismatched eyes staring at her and that’s when her cheeks rival the color of her hair.
He smirks then, noticing how she’s quick to retract and he takes his chance to marvel in the fact that it’s still easy to tease the pinkette.
“Annoying. Huh, Sakura?”
She can hardly stand the way the end of her name rolls off of his tongue before she’s hiding her flushed cheeks and squeals of embarrassment.Â
It truly was nice to have Sasuke back.
Kacchako for 61. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”
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“You’re walking too fast, woman!” His slurred words came out abruptly as his body began to lean to the side, bringing Uraraka down with him.
“Bakugou, stop! You’re going to make us fall–”
Her words fell on deaf ears as they fell to the ground below them; grass mixed with fall leaves catching their bodies. His muffled mumbles made Uraraka sigh as she looked to the blonde who still had his arm over her shoulder. Instead of getting up and pulling him to his feet, she simply looked at him, her head shaking side to side.Â
“You drank too much tonight,” she informed him, but he denied her words. “Look–” she came back down to the ground, her fingers lifting his closed eyelid up, “– you can’t even open your eyes!”
His hand came to swat her fingers away, but his flailing arm missed and only landed on his chest. “You’re fucking wrong! I’m not even drunk!”Â
Math is Hard
Since I’ve been focusing too much on the not actually writing part of being a writer (the world is weird), I started a writing productivity challenge where I input my writing goals for the week and then note how long I wrote for and what my WPR is. Now, see, I’m sure this whole formula for figuring out what your WPR is simpler than I’m realizing, but it’s just not computing.
So how am I getting around this? Writing in one hour blocks!Â
Huzzah, take that math!