Writhe vs. Wither

writhe

verb \ˈth\

: to twist your body from side to side

with·er

verb \ˈwi-thər\

of a plant : to become dry and weak

I read a lot of porn. Straight up, yes, lots of sex happens in the text that I read. Lots of happy happy fanfiction of characters who would never get in bed with each other, doing just that. And yet. Yet. There are times I wished they really hadn’t. Because ‘wither’.

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Scatter, Not Bind: Chapter 1

This is kind of a sequel to Blooming Rain and yet more of an adaptation. BR was set in an AU, but with this story, I’ve brought it back to canon setting. Though, it’s still my version of canon. >.>

You will probably want to read BR before you crack open this one as I’m still referring to the events of BR.

Warning: Spoilers about the Uchiha massacre. Even if the story is non-massacre. And a bit about Gaara’s history. If you don’t know his history by now, you need to get caught up.

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Walking into work should never feel this good. Nor this fulfilling. Sakura grinned and waved at the familiar faces anyway as she strode through the main sliding doors and nearly skipped on her way to her office. Her wonderful, tidy, small, standard office of white walls, plain binders, and utilitarian floor tiles.

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So much for the blog title

Aside

I posted last night’s chapter… and Ariel points out that I’ve misspelled Gai-sensei’s name.

So the first thing I do after getting home from work is go in and correct the mistake in both the blog and the FFN posting. *sigh* My life is so hard.

On another note — Holy crapballs! The blog hit a high of 104 views yesterday night!

Upgrading Chapter 13

Hinata had just walked into the kitchen when she saw the new hire’s elbow nudge the stack of plates. Unfortunately for Kankuro-kun, she was too far away to help as the stack crashed down.

“Crap.” Kakuro sighed as he stared down at the minor mountain of shattered porcelain. Out in the serving area, they heard several chuckles. “Sorry, boss!” he called out, nudging the pile with his foot.

“That’s coming out of your paycheck,” the owner sang out cheerfully. Continue reading