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Poems I Do Not Write

Summary: Somewhere along the way, Naruto and Sasuke have lured her heart into their hands, and now Sakura doesn’t know how to get it back.

Rating: Mature

Author’s Notes: This fic is for xxlovendreamsxx, who requested a NaruSakuSasu threesome, and uchihasass, who wanted a high school AU. Many thanks to xxlovendreamsxx for making a donation to UNICEF Nepal Earthquake Relief Fund as part of the Naruto for Nepal project in exchange for this story. I hope you ladies enjoy this!

Sakura realizes a month before graduation that she’s in love with both of her best friends. This rush of clarity isn’t sparked by anything meaningful or momentous. Just a simple afternoon alone with Sasuke and Naruto, lying in her backyard on a quilt Mikoto made for them, their hands linked together like daisy chains. She’s in the middle, as always, bookended by the boys who have framed her life. Sasuke’s grip is firm, solid and secure, while Naruto tangles his fingers with hers playfully, teasing her palm with his thumb. And it hits her, then and there, that she simply cannot do without either of them. Somewhere along the way, these young men have lured her heart into their hands, and now she doesn’t know how to get it back.

She has known Sasuke and Naruto since they were babies together, toddling around the sharp edges of furniture. She grew up beside them (no, between them), climbing trees with childish abandon and stealing ice cream from the freezer to glut themselves on. Her life is built of small moments strung together, like a thread that is impossibly intertwined with the boys she has come to think of as hers.

Now she sits up, breath coming a little too fast, a fact her friends are quick to notice. Sasuke puts a hand on her shoulder, offering silent comfort, and Naruto asks, “You all right, Sakura?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lies. Sakura leans against Sasuke, and he wraps an arm around her waist, casually possessive. Naruto looks at her with concerned blue eyes, as if he doesn’t quite believe her.

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Title: Misdial

Relationship: Sam/Reader

Word count: 2,663

A/N: This isn’t filling out any requests (my next fic will, I promise) but it’s a prompt from this old post that I liked.  “it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me" 


Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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