Title: meant to be something Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined
apartments. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: Something More Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there) A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of
situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and
this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??
ALSO I KNOW IM LATE BUT SHHHHHHHHHHH.
“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”
Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the
doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected
sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the
chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a
few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.
“…I live here.”
Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes
snapping wide open. “What, really?”
she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”
days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he
blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”
A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that.
“Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She
smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three
years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”
I wish I could have five different lives! Then I could have been born in five different towns, and eaten five lifetime’s worth of food, and had five different careers, and… fallen in love with the same person, five times.
You. It’s all you, Inoue. Wherever you be, whoever you be… I will love you in any life we’ll have, i promise.
Synchronizedside by side… lets stop and freeze time.
Go on close your eyes, recollect all of our memories. Let our
shadows form one silhouette for i’m praying you won’t forget me and all of our memories…Tears of our last goodbye.
Title: we’ll be alright this time Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: First Love Rating: K A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.
It starts in the hospital, the first week
into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still
bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the
most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.
She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day
passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent
rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened
civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing,
she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to
leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the
armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.
And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura
always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.
Something in him softens at the thought.
“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she
says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages
changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have
a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”
The query is a teasing one—something that
Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so
shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and
pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only
ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did
something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here
before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind,
and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a
fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him
Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say
Been wanting to write something about this since my good friend @sasusake and I flailed about how such a first time could have gone down during their travels. It was such an inspiring conversation, and the image I had in mind was just too good to pass up! And now many, many months later I finally got around to it.
Hope you enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
It was that look in her eyes that unraveled him: hesitant, determined—but so gentle, so shy as she tentatively held his dark gaze. Straddled along the span of his legs, her small hands rested at the opening of his slacks; questioning him, but never pushing, always only gingerly testing the limits of where he was willing to go.
Swallowing thickly, Sasuke only pushed his face into her neck, and nodded. Closing his eyes, he exhaled a slow breath as she timidly worked on the buttons, slim fingers shaking. His stomach tensed when he felt her reach for the band of his underwear, fumbling with it momentarily with nervous tugs—but when she finally pulled him out, he found himself holding back a gasp, his lone hand curling tightly against the back of her shirt.
I’d like to think Sakura’s first birthday on their travels might have gone something like this:
It hasn’t been too long since they’ve started their travels—maybe a few months or so. The day before, they’d arrived in some moderately sized village whose name isn’t important to remember, and decided to stay there for a while; to take rest, stock up, explore, and help around.
Sakura wakes in the morning a little later than usual, which surprises her, since she remembers asking Sasuke to wake her up when he wanted to leave to buy some food. She gets out of bed, changes into day clothes, and makes her way to the kitchen only to find Sasuke there, setting up breakfast on the table, apparently just done cooking.
“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura greets, a bit startled. “Good morning.”
Sasuke only nods. “Morning. I made breakfast.”
Though not exactly a rare occurrence, this still makes her smile—because she’s quite sure she knows the reasoning behind this.
“So you did.” She pauses, and smiles wider, an edge of teasing to it. “And you let me sleep in, too. Didn’t I ask you to wake me?”
Taking a seat at the table, Sasuke merely shrugs like it is nothing, but the way he avoids her gaze makes her think maybe he’s a bit embarrassed.
“There wasn’t much that we needed to buy, so I figured I might just go alone.”
Sakura simply hums at this, but there’s that knowing look in her eyes, and she thinks Sasuke sees it when he fleetingly glances at her. But, she says nothing, only murmurs an affectionate thanks and sits to eat her own breakfast (one she remembers telling Sasuke she quite favored, not too long ago).
But his particular behavior doesn’t end there. They head off in town afterwards, and he accompanies her every step of the way, even when she heads out to shop for herself. At some point, she tries to tell him that he doesn’t need to feel like he needs to stay, that he can go to the stores he likes instead of tailing behind her into ones she knows he’s not interested in. But Sasuke stays, and he never complains, prompting another knowing smile to her lips. He even pays for her lunch when they head out to eat, later.
Then, he takes her to the Hanami festival. At this point, Sakura doesn’t question him anymore; she knows with certainty why he’s acting so especially nice. They stay there for hours, visiting food stands and trying out game platforms (well—Sakura did), watching the pretty pink trees blooming in full; and though it is crowded, with girls trying to pester him after his good looks, Sasuke never scowls, never looks surly. It ends up making one of the very best birthdays of her life.
When they retreat from the festival, they take the long way back to the inn. Sakura has an armful of prizes she’s won for herself, and in her free hand, she holds a stick of syrup coated dango (which he paid for, again), chewing on it thoughtfully. She’s happier than she’s been in a long while, and in the moment, she thinks it can’t really get better than this.
But Sasuke proves her wrong as they stop by a small wooden bridge overlooking a river surrounded by beautiful cherry blossom trees, pretty pink petals fluttering in the wind, as he says, “I do have a gift for you, you know.”
Sakura’s green, green eyes turn towards him and widen, and she swallows her bite of food with a blooming blush. “You do?”
Sasuke nods almost imperceptibly, and she thinks she sees him swallow, but she can’t be too sure.
She opens her mouth to ask what he’s gotten her, before he suddenly leans down and presses his mouth to hers with achingly gentle pressure, lone hand gripping her shoulder to anchor her in place.
He pulls away before she can fully realize what’s happened, but doesn’t put much space back between them, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes soften when she reaches to touch her lips with her free hand (which has dropped the dango she’d been holding, she now realizes).
The tug of his lips becomes more insistent, and he taps her forehead with two fingers—the gesture heavy with affection. “Happy birthday, Sakura,” he says.
“S-Sasuke-kun! You made me drop my dango!”
“…I’ll get you a new one.”
Who am I kidding this is too fluffy to have really happened….
you had the face of a saint in the cathedral | a Rogan fanmix
01. I lost you in a moment, you caught me in a dream, but if we can see the end, then we can start a new beginning / 02. suddenly I think I feel slightly religious / 03. that magic that we got, nobody can touch / 04. I could love you so I don’t know why I’m holding back now when everything’s right / 05. I will pray so the castle that we’ve built won’t cave / 06. I am in love with what we are, not what we should be / 07. honey can’t you see, I was born to be, be your dead sea / 08. I’m like a movie, you’re like the news, I’m still the one that’s in love with you / 09. all that you are is all that I’ll ever need / 10. now I’ve gotta love your love letters, written on my skin / 11. my girl, linen and curls, lips parting like a flag all unfurled, she’s grand, the bend of her hand / 12. nobody does it better, though sometimes I wish someone could, nobody does it quite the way you do, why’d you have to be so good? / 13. if I had eyes in the back of my head, I would have told you that you looked good as I walked away / 14. all those words came undone and now I’m not the only one, facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns / 15. so I guess I’m gonna let you go, but you get to keep a little bit of my soul