Call me old fashioned but I miss the era of fics when borusara *angst* meant sarada dating/entangled with another character and boruto hurting over it 😭💔💔 (AND IT HURT SO DAMN GOOD?!! 😩🫰🤲)
It's SO hard to find a fic like that in 2025 since nowadays the newer kids use the source material as their only source of angst (did imagination die? 🤣) but as you can already tell, it just doesn't hurt hit the same 🤣😂🥴
I remember YOU in particular used to get unreasonably flamed by SO many readers because you were the *only* author bold enough to write good ol ~jealousy~ but little did anyone realise that THAT was the flavor of angst that keeps you coming back for ✨more✨ 😌🤭🔥
The fandom truly didn't appreciate what they had. Miss those ✨golden days✨ 😭😔🫰🤲
Omg bestie you just totally made my whole week 🥺 we’re right in the middle of BoruSara week and tbh I haven’t had anything prepared for it. Life is just too busy, and work always gets in the way of the fun stuff!!
Thank you for telling me you like my old angsty fics 🥺 sometimes, when people like my old fics here, I give them a read and think to myself, “gosh, I wrote that?” It feels so surreal I had so much time, energy, and imagination back then! Lol
I do miss the old fics and writers, too. Back when we had so much little canon material to go off on so we basically just raw dogged it and went for AUs all the time! 🤣 I guess there’s just more source material now so people tend to write and gravitate towards those scenarios, which is completely fine. People like and write what they like! 💖
tbh I’ve been thinking and writing more KawaSumi snippets since their dynamic is SO PERFECT for that toxic angsty but smutty couple that you just wanna succeed. HAHAHA!!
Thank you again for this. I needed this glimmer in my week 🥺💖
Her loyalty will be at test now since she can either share this info with boruto/sarada/shikamaru or go behind konoha's back and find a way to help get rid of this feature—maybe at kawaki's request? Ooooh this tea is GOOD 🍵🫰🤭
Omg I’m— she always appears at the most convenient times!!! 🤣 interesting to see where she will take it from here. Sumi, baby, don’t let us down. 🙈
it’s so bizarre when animated American films are set in a certain location and then only certain characters have the accents of that place. It makes no damn sense!! like
WHY IS SHE MORE FRENCH THAN THE REST OF THEM???
WHY ARE THESE GUYS MORE SCOTTISH THAN THE KIDS??
(also, aren’t they Vikings or something?)
To be fair, almost everyone in Ratatouille does have a French accent. The real question is why Linguini and also all the rats sound intensely American
If it was just the rats I’d say it’s because the movie can be interpreted to mean that the rats understand but don’t necessarily speak human languages so the rat dialog isn’t literally taking place the way we see it but that doesn’t explain why Linguini has a rat accent
LINGUINI HAS A RAT ACCENT
Do we ever hear like
For sure that Linguini grew up in France tho?
It could be possible he’s just an American immigrant
I mean his name is Alfredo Linguini so I always assumed he was Italian
I’m sorry his first name is Alfredo?
What
ALFREDO???
he’s American you guys his mother was American it was mentioned in the beginning
I’m sorry, I’ve moved on to the fact his mother was going through her cupboard for baby names
Alfredo was a name before it was a sauce let’s go over the movie from the top again
This is Alfredo di Lelio (right) the inventor of fettuccine Alfredo, he’d come out to the table and make it in front of you by hand
The chap on the left is an airport
I think you might have your left and right mixed up, my friend
Sarada knew how to pace herself whenever she drank alcohol. She never wanted to make a fool of herself in front of others, which is why she made sure she would never do so under the influence. No one, not even Boruto, could convince her to keep on drinking. No means no. Anyone who thought otherwise had a death wish.
Jealousy was a feeling she was never acquainted with. Often times, she would hear people would envy her, but she had never envied anyone else. Her mother always taught her to be thankful with what she had, and to never compare herself with others. Her father taught her to keep her eyes trained on her goal, and to never look left or right.
She held those two to her heart, and never wavered. But when she saw a certain blond haired idiot wrap his arms around another girl, who wasn’t her, those two virtues be damned.
Without hesitation, she ran into the kitchen and took the bottle of red wine that no one wanted. Who would drink red wine at a college party, anyway? That’s what beer and Vodka was for. But not Sarada. If she was going to get drunk, she would at least go down with quality alcohol.
She popped the cork off and took a swig. Who needed a glass? Those were so yesterday. She looked over at the living room, and found Boruto sitting on the floor, with the girl sitting in between his legs, and leaned back on his chest. He held the PlayStation controler in front of her, and rested his chin on her shoulder as he played.
That kind of PDA was disgusting.
Sarada took a long swig and slammed the bottle down on the counter. Her eyes stung. She turned away, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay. She would never admit she loved him. She couldn’t love him. He was stupid, reckless, and a shameless flirt. It didn’t matter that they were childhood friends, that she had always adored his blue, blue eyes, and the way his smile always melted her worries away.
No. She simply couldn’t.
Sarada ran upstairs and stayed out in the small balcony. She sat down on the floor, with nothing but a bottle of red wine for company.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” she muttered.
Bottoms up.
“Have you guys seen Sarada?” Boruto asked Shikadai and Inojin.
“Nope,” Inojin responded.
“I think I saw her go upstairs to one of the rooms,” Shikadai drawled. He was surprised when Boruto grabbed on to his lapels and pulled him close.
“Was she with anybody?”
“Calm the fuck down.” Shikadai pried his hands off of him and glared. “I didn’t see her with anybody.”
Boruto let go with a grunt and pointed at Inojin. “Stay away from my sister, you sisterfucker.” To which, Inojin rolled his eyes. Boruto made his way up the stairs.
His heart pounded in his chest. He should have never let Sarada out of his sight. If he opened one of these doors and found a guy with her–he gritted his teeth. No way. Sarada would never. But if she did–he knew it would be his fault. Boruto never had the courage to confess to her, as he always felt like she was far too good for him. She was perfect. He had tried so hard to get over her, dating girl, after girl, after girl, only to realize that no one would ever compare to her. No one ever came close.
There were only three rooms, and Boruto listened before he dared to open a door. He didn’t want to walk into anybody. Lucky him, on the first try, it was fairly quiet, but he could hear soft mumbling. Gingerly, he opened the door. The bed was well made, and empty. The glass door to the balcony was half open. He smirked. He knew he would find her there.
Boruto made his way over to the balcony and found Sarada sitting on the floor, holding on to a nearly empty bottle of red wine. His eyes widened. He didn’t think he would find her getting drunk.
“S-Sarada, are you okay?” He sat down next to her.
She didn’t even bother to look at him. “What are you doing here? Weren’t you flirting with Sumire earlier?”
“Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m blind,” she snapped.
Boruto stayed quiet. He usually argued and had a lot of banter with her, but she was never this harsh.
“What’s going on with you?” He asked.
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
He clenched his fists. He often told Sarada she could tell him anything, and now here she was, drunk and all alone and she just expected him to brush it off and believe it’s nothing? “Stop lying to me,” he muttered.
“I’m not lying.”
“You are!” Boruto snapped. “You wouldn’t be drunk, out here, alone, if everything was fine! I know you better than this.”
She looked at him, hurt and anger all mixed into her features. Her voice was low, yet lethal. “I wouldn’t be alone out here if you really did. It’s best you leave.”
His heart twisted. How could she say that? They’ve known each other since they were babies. They’ve been in each others’ lives for so long. And now she just wanted him to leave? “I’m not leaving you.”
“You’re such an idiot.” She leaned back on the wall and closed her eyes.
“I may be an idiot, but I’m still not leaving.”
“Idiot and stubborn,” she smirked.
“Then I guess we make a good pair, don’t we?” He intended it to be a joke, but his heart too much to keep his tone light.
She swallowed, looked at him and spoke in a quiet voice. “Do we really?”
Boruto felt his heart drop to his stomach. Was he really going to do this? Was he finally going to lay his heart open to her, and let her do as she pleased? He swallowed and looked right into her eyes. They were glassy, and reflected all of the the stars in the sky. “We could.”
The next part was a blur.
Lips crashing on lips, arms pulling, needing to be closer, and hands grabbing on to each others’ bodies. Boruto had managed to carry her into the room, and placed her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, and proceeded to kiss her again. Kami. He dreamed and fantasized this moment all his life.
She tasted even better than he could ever imagine. She tasted like wine and the stars combined. Better yet, she tasted like she wanted him. It set his whole body ablaze with desire for her.
He pulled back for air, and made his way down to her neck, gently kissing and nipping at her skin. Sarada breathed. “I want you.” Her hands tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
Boruto smirked against her skin, pulled his shirt off, and tossed it away. He relished seeing her pink cheeks, and the way her dark eyes hooded over with unadulterated want for him. Her hands came up and caressed his chest and abs. He dove down and kissed her lips. Pulling away, he said, “you want me?”
His hands slid under her shirt, feeling the soft skin on her stomach. Kami, she was so hot. He licked her ear, making her moan. “I want you to need me,” he whispered.
Sarada smirked. “Make me.”
Boruto grinned slyly. Oh, this night going to be fun.
“I drank too much,” Sarada mumbled. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“I can’t believe it either.” Boruto grinned. “I loved it.”
Sarada scowled. “I was drunk, and I hated it.”
Boruto smirked. “As if. Don’t even blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”
Sarada colored all the way up to her ears. “You’re such a pervert.”
“Excuse me.” He scoffed. “You kissed me first.”
“Yet you confessed first,” Sarada bit back.
Boruto wrapped his arms around her waist. “Yes, I did. And I don’t regret it one bit.”
Sarada stared into his blue eyes and felt her heart flutter. She had never seen him took so sincere. “Really?” she breathed.
He kissed her forehead. “Really really.”
She couldn’t contain the glee that filled her heart. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned on his chest. She didn’t regret it, either.
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