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The night Sakura and Sasuke get married, Ino kisses her out the back of her own wedding reception. She can hear the noise of the party she and Hinata planned down to the last detail, her new husband inside waiting for her to return, and she's in a dirty alley with her ex best friend turned rival turned friend again, and she has her tongue in her mouth.
Ino kisses better than sasuke does. Soft, sweet lips, tongue sure and demanding, just a hint of teeth.
Sakura is gasping into her mouth in seconds, returning the kiss with a passion she didn't know existed inside of her. Her hands are all over Ino, in her hair, on her shoulders, grasping at her waist. She's so soft, the curves of her hips and stomach, her bare skin.
Sakura isn't ready for Ino to pull back, her eyes heavy lidded. She steps out of Sakura's grasp and leaves her panting up against the wall, her hair a mess.
"You know where to find me if you get bored of him." she says, and with a flick of her hair, she's gone.
The night Sasuke and Sakura get married, Sakura sneaks out of their marriage bed and makes her way to Ino's house.
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Hey babe! Thx so much for all the amazing recs!!! But can you make a list of drabble collections??? Like fluffy sasusaku drabbles? If you can 👉🏽👈🏽
Hey @chocolett !
You're welcome, I'm happy to help. 🤗 Thanks for stopping by! 💕
It took me some time to put this together, but I hope the final result compensates my super overdue response. 😅
You'll find a lot of fluffy here, but that's not always the case. I included every single anthology and drabble collection in my favorites and to-be-read list - a total of 51 RECS!!! So, check the themes, summary, and warnings if necessary. 😉
From A to Z, let's go:
Anthology & Drabble Collections 🍅🌸
a pocket full of sixpence By: the blanket
drabbles. 61 UP. Sasuke, Sakura, and the ways they stay the same."You make me feel twelve again." [Rated M, incomplete]
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An Anthology of Tomatoes and Cherry Blossoms By: soulaire
SasuSaku love anthology. A collection of short snippets/drabbles with various ratings and themes. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Affinity By: Raven and Writing Desks
No matter their form or location, the attraction they feel for the other remains the same. AU Anthology. Sasusaku [Rated M, incomplete]
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All I Have to Give By: JinnySkeans
Anthology series. #6: Sasuke and Sakura. It's not that I can't live without you, just that I don't even want to try. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Anchor By: AdelineVW7
It is in the other's arms that they find home. [A series of standalone ficlets on this theme. Originally published on Twitter.] [Rated T, complete]
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Anthology By: Laura-chan
Oneshots Collection -SasuSaku- Rating doesn't apply to every chapter: He had realized he had done the worst mistake of his life so far. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Because We Have You By: Lady_Otori
A collection of drabbles and one-shots celebrating SasuSaku Month 2019. Rating subject to change! [Rated K, incomplete]
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Born to Be Three By: SasuSaku Forever and Ever
[SSM15] o31: Sasuke sees a new life—a perfect life—in baby Sarada. [Rated M, complete]
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connected feelings By: uchiharvno
drabbles for sasusaku month 2019. [Rated T, complete]
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Confessions of an Uchiha By: CrAzY-SiLLy-Me
One-shot SasuSaku collection of Sasuke's confessions! Story 21: "I hate you… yet why can't I kill you?" Her eyes closed when she felt his forehead touch hers, felt his hands cup her face, smearing her skin with the blood from his cuts. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Consortium By: amukWrites
Sometimes you just had to deal with the cards you were dealt with. -Sakura, Sasuke, and an unwanted marriage. Drabble!series [Rated K+, incomplete]
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Despotic, Quixotic and Everlasting By: BlueGreenApples
SasuSaku. Drabble collection of various !verses. [Rated M, complete]
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Drabbles By: WellHowAboutThat
Various short stories about Sasuke and Sakura. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Edge of Reason By: Ravyn
Because sometimes redemption is waiting for you exactly where you left it. Collection of Drabbles. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Endless Possibilities By: letmeannoyyoutoday
Anthology. Sasuke, Sakura, and the Uchiha family. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Fragments By: TheRedConverseGirl
Through worlds and time, a piece of you I will find.
A SasuSaku Anthology - drabbles and prompts, different AUs. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Happy Endings By: Sakura's Unicorn
An anthology of SasuSaku stories, all wrapped up with happily ever afters. [Rated T, complete]
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I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine By: DeepPoeticGirl
/SasuSaku/ A world that tore them apart, and a love that gave the way. Prompt based drabbles who are mostly unrelated. Ratings vary from K to M. [Rated M, incomplete]
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In Another Place By: Lady_Otori
Love in other worlds; an anthology of Sasuke, Sakura, and how they find each other no matter who they are. [Rated T, incomplete]
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In every universe, always you By: pseudolily
An exploration of emotions, what-ifs, and could have beens in every other universe possible with Sasuke and Sakura at the center of each orbit. Or in other words - a compilation of drabbles and one-shots for SasuSaku Month 2021. [Rated T, incomplete]
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In Spite of the Nail By: MintiNeko
Nonmassacre AU. drabbles. Some things change, some things stay the same. 04: Post Chuunin Exams. Sasuke thinks, Sakura sleeps, and on this night in this alternate universe, things go well. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Indecent Proposals By: ohwhatsherface
Anthology. SasuSaku. Because Sasuke Uchiha is always in a league of his own. [Rated T, complete]
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Keeping Up with The Uchihas By: TheRedConverseGirl
Drabble Collection - tumblr prompts and drabbles involving the beloved Uchiha family. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Letting the Cables Sleep By: BlueGreenApples
Drabble Collection from Cyberpunk!Verse. SasuSaku. NejiTen. KibaIno. ShikaTem. NaruHina. [Rated K+, complete]
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meteor showers By: orphan_account
She glows brighter than the constellations they use to map their journey. [Rated M, complete]
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naked as we came By: theeflowerchild
AU. Anthology. SasuSaku. She says, "wake up, it's no use pretending." I'll keep stealing, breathing her. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Of Apples and Cinnamon By: theClosetPoet7
Their love was not built on rose-colored petals or romantic walks on the beach. If there was one thing Sasuke and Sakura has always had, it was most definitely chemistry. A series of one-shots and random drabbles. [Rated M, incomplete]
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passing afternoons By: theeflowerchild
Drabble Collection. Sasuke doesn't say much, and sometimes, Sakura says too much, but they're happy, and these are the moments they share. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Pieces By: illCat
Loosely edited Alternate Universe prompts, featuring Sasuke and Sakura. Mostly dark. [Rated M, incomplete]
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Reflective By: blackrosedrippingred
A prompt based anthology series centered around Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke. [Rated M, complete]
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SasuSaku Enduring Love By: Marquise de Nile
[A collection of SasuSaku drabbles and oneshots.] 14. Into the Jungle. For SS Month day 1. [Rated T, incomplete]
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SasuSaku Month: 2013 By: pluhsauce
This is my first year participating, and I promise to keep it interesting! Day Thirty-one: Unexpected Wealth...The day Sasuke returned to the village, he wasn't sure what hit him harder: Sakura's punch, or the realization that she had always been there for him. [Rated M, complete]
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SasuSaku Month: 2014 By: pluhsauce
My second year participating! / Day Thirty-one: Three Wishes...instead of putting them under his genjutsu, Madara accidentally gives Team 7 a glimpse of what their futures had in store for them. [Rated M, complete]
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Sometimes By: Rushery
Sometimes, Sasuke was rough. But Sakura loved it. Sometimes, Sasuke was slow. But Sakura loved that too. Collection of drabbles. Smut [Rated M, complete]
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Sou dayo! Dai Ichi Ai! By: angel puppeteer
Sou dayo! SasuSaku Love Anthology! It's a waltz. A never ending cycle. Of so many broken hearts, tears, and blood. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Spectrum By: GhostofYou
I'm not giving up. I'm just giving in. SasuSaku Prompt/Drabble series. [Rated T, complete]
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SSSnippetADay Drabbles [Series] By: thefangirlslair
these are very short snippets or drabbles that i shared on #sssnippetaday on twitter! [Rating varies, complete]
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string theory By: diwata
There are eleven dimensions in the multi-verse. Sasuke and Sakura find each other in each one. (AU Anthology) [Rated K, complete]
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Thanks to You By: Sakura's Unicorn
A collection of one-shots for SasuSaku Month 2014. [Rated T, complete]
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The chronicles of drabbles By: iMissa
Drabbles about everything and anything. 15: Character drabbles, because everybody needs a counterpart. [Rated T, incomplete]
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The Marshmallow Collection By: Tenshi no Hana-chan
[50themes]A collection of sweet, soft, and fluffy SasuSaku fics. 11th: It was the little moments that mattered. [all your chibi!SasuSaku fantasies] [Rated T, incomplete]
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The Only Exception By: the general girl
When you are standing on the edge, at the end, I will still be here. — SasuSaku, drabble collection. [Rated M, complete]
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The Road Is Long Indeed By: Lady_Otori
A series of inter-connected drabbles for SasuSaku Month 2021, exploring an alternate reunion between Sasuke and Sakura during the Blank Period timeline. [Rated T, complete]
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The Untold Anthology By: Craftyshipper
A collection of SasuSaku one/two shots. 10 Missing Piece III- "Mommy." Keiji called her attention. His mother turned to him, curious as to what he wanted. "Yes honey." "He's crying." [Rated M, complete]
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Three Words By: letmeannoyyoutoday
Anthology. Sasu/Saku. Just in how many ways can Sasuke realize that he's loved her all along? 33: new year's eve [Rated T, incomplete]
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Tomato Boy and the Cherry Blossom By: authorizedfiction
Small random snippets of the life and times of our favorite shinobi couple— some of them featuring their own self-made baby Salad. /a compilation of drabbles from #sssnippetaday/ [Rating varies, incomplete]
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tomorrow morning By: ohwhatsherface
Drabbles. Sasuke, Sakura, and a life without Konoha. [Rated T, complete]
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Wanderer By: amukWrites
It isn't easy being in-love with a superhero. -Sakura, Sasuke. Drabble!series [Rated T, incomplete]
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Wonderland By: The Loser Lord
SasuSaku collections. Fantasy 15 - theme - Wish. [Rated T, incomplete]
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12 Days of Christmas By: JinnySkeans
Christmas Anthology Series. #4: SasuSaku, WWII AU. The days stretch and strain, and still no word from the frontlines. New York City is empty without him, and so is her heart. [Rated T, incomplete]
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52 Flavours By: Yukari Rin
A collection of 52 oneshots centering around Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura. Some oneshots may be continued and if so, continuations will be announced. 20 of 52 posted as of April 20, 2013. [Rated T, incomplete]
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Phew! 😂 More recs are always welcome, though I hope this list gives everyone enough content for a pleasant week (maybe more?) of SasuSaku. 🥰
Enjoy and have a wonderful week! 🤍
Stay Safe,
xoxo
#theredconversegirl answers things#SasuSaku#Anthology#Drabble Collection#ss fics#ss fic rec list#theredconversegirl recommends
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Well, Fuck - alternatively: On the Death of an Actress
I’m a bit late to this party so forgive me for my lateness (the scandal broke a year ago), but I just found out about Zheng Shuang’s surrogacy scandal. For those who aren’t in the know, Zheng Shuang plays Weiwei in Love O2O, but all her works are blacklisted because after having two children through surrogacy, she attempted to terminate them through late-term abortions when her relationship with their father turned sour. As a result, all her works, including Love O2O, have been blacklisted in China.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m probably most well-known as an author for my Naruto/Love O2O Fusion fic, A Tiny Smirk is Devastating. I first fell in love with the story as A Slight Smile is Very Charming back in 2018, when I was getting into translate webnovels, then devoured everything about it, including the drama and the movie. I loved Yangyang in it, and up until now, didn’t have a problem with Zheng Shuang (although she gets panned as kind of flat as an actress, but like I thought she suited the Chinese Professional Woman id quite well). But reading this from a western perspective, especially one that has been in the CS/Professional working women POV - there’s several things about the story that rub me entirely the wrong way, so ATSiD is my way of restructuring the story a bit to adjust for the stuff I don’t like. Plus like, quite frankly, while I could see Sasuke overlapping with Xiao Nai really closely, I really wanted a more outspoken female character in Weiwei’s place as a tribute to all the CS women I do know, closer to Novel Weiwei or Movie Weiwei vs Love O2O Weiwei, and Sakura fits the bill quite nicely.
Let me be perfectly clear - I am 100% pro-a woman’s right to choose, because pregnancy has devastating effects on a woman’s body and psyche, and no one can be asked to give up their life for someone else. Zheng Shuang was not pregnant, and abandoning her children just because she broke up with her boyfriend shows callousness towards life that I’m quite frankly disgusted with, same way I would be disgusted with deadbeat dads. ATSiD is not an endorsement of her or her work as an actress. ATSiD is a tribute to an adorable, sweet, uncomplicated but also deep work that happens to have the misfortune of fostering a terrible human’s career. I choose to continue working on it as a tribute to everyone else, and to write a version where she doesn’t abandon her children >.>
I haven’t given up on ATSiD - I’ll be back to it soon. Just struggling a bit with nailing Sasuke and Sakura meeting IRL, because their dynamic is so important to get just right for the rest of the story to play out properly. This meeting is so crucial as a turning point from Online to Offline (Hence, O2O), in that it’s so awkward and funny, but also so painfully earnest, and I really want to nail that (Plus, muse decided we would publish SasuSaku Smut instead. And then against my better judgement, decided she wanted to do a ficlet challenge. To you know. Practice. Don’t ask me, ask the Muse).
So I’ll leave you with a snip from the next chapter that gives you an idea of why I’m struggling so hard with Chapter 34 of ATSiD (Under the jump) :) Note that this is a draft and not final, so don’t hold me to the exact wording
Uchiha-senpai though? There’s no way! Maybe there’s a hidden camera around here. Sakura tried to look around surreptitiously, but Sasuke saw her little movements.
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Though you might finish algo early. Didn’t want to make you wait again.”
“Huh? Wait?” I don’t see any wires so they must be using fairly small battery-powered units. That limits the transmission range and video quality.
“The couple’s tournament.”
“Oh, that! No, that’s okay.” I don’t even see a lens. Must be a pinhole device of some kind.
“Lunch?”
“Uh-huh.” If I’m lucky, they won’t even have voice recording capability. That way no one will think I’m a total lunatic, asking the most eligible bachelor if he’s my dom, or whatever people will come up with.
“OK, let’s go then,” Go? We can’t go! What if the real Meister shows up while I’m still dealing with this hidden camera nonsense?
“...,” What if Meister picks up on this embarrassing crush I’ve had on Uchiha-senpai all along?
“....”
“....” What if-
“Sakura?”
#love o2o#atsid#a tiny smirk is devastating#death of an actress#fanfiction musings#I'm really fucking late to the scandal
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blessings
SasuSaku month 2020 Day 17
Reincarnation AU - Police Officer Sasuke AU
There isn’t a single day of his life that Uchiha Sasuke isn’t thankful for his life. For his mother’s gentle smile and kind nature, for his father’s silent praises, for his brother’s company and support. He’s even grateful for his loud mouthed, blond, best friend, who annoys him most of the time, but has his back when he needs it the most. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve such great people in his life.
At 24, having graduated college, and finished training in the police academy, he sets up for a bright career as a police officer and hopes to make detective before he is 30.
So, he goes to work every day, knowing he is making a change. Watching over the people he grew up with, protecting his beloved town, and actually doing something about the crime that has begun to infest it.
Sasuke knows his life is good, he was born in a good family, went to a top tier university, he never lacked for anything. He knows that having his family, being able to afford his own place, buy a new car, and work in something he actually likes is a luxury many don’t actually have.
But even as he counts his blessings every day, he can’t escape the feeling that he is missing something. Like there is a hole inside of him, he can’t seem to fill with anything.
He doesn’t remember when his nightmares started, perhaps he’s always had them. Sometimes it’s the bloody corpses of his parents that terrorize him during the night, the sadness of his brother’s eyes, as he looks at him from afar, eyes shining red and spinning unnaturally. Other nights it’s a white-faced man, with snake-like features that hunts him, forcing him to drink potions that taste horrible and burn down his throat, telling him that they will make him stronger. On other nights he dreams of facing gigantic humanoid creatures, dead bodies littering the ground he steps on.
But some nights, he dreams of pink cherry blossom hair and green eyes. The spring girl, as he calls her, cries behind him, begging him not to leave, or stands in front of him as one of his hands reaches for her neck and the other holds lightning, readying to electrocute her, he assumes.
Not every dream is violent with the spring girl, sometimes it’s just him and her. She hugs him or holds his hand as they look over magnificent vistas he’s never actually seen in real life. Sometimes they are children, sometimes they are grown, sometimes he taps his fingers to a strange diamond tattoo on her forehead and she blushes. Sometimes he kisses her and makes love to her. He wakes up to a feeling of sadness and tears rolling down his eyes. He doesn’t know who the girl with the cherry blossom hair is, or why is she a constant in his dreams, but the dreams bring him to tears he’s not one to usually shed. He can never shake the feeling that there is someone out there in the world, waiting for him.
On the day of his annual mental evaluation he is very concerned. He always seems to be expecting something to happen. Someone to attack him or his family. He has so much fear over losing it all, it causes him anxiety and panic attacks in the most unexpected times. He’s afraid the new department psychologist will find out and deemed him unfit for service.
It’s unnerving, feeling this way, because in reality what does he even know about pain? He’s never seen blood; he’s never even had to fire his gun on the job, what could possibly be the explanation for his nightmares? He wonders.
Itachi, who’s on the department of youth and family services, always tells him that is not how mental illnesses work, his anxiety has nothing to do with how good his life is or how lucky he is, and that he should never dismiss his own struggles or be comparing his suffering to others.
Sasuke understands but doesn’t actually believe it.
“I think you should be honest with the psychologist” He tells Sasuke, even if they take you off duty Itachi thinks, but he leaves it unsaid.
“I’m not going to tell her anything she doesn’t ask me… It’s not like having bad dreams makes me unfit for work” Sasuke responds.
“Maybe you should go see my psychic” Izumi chirps in from the doorway to Itachi’s office. “I wasn’t eavesdropping I promise! I was just coming to take my boyfriend out to lunch and I just happen to overhear”
Sasuke only glares at her, he doesn’t like anyone meddling in this, it feels too personal to share with his soon-to-be-but-not-quite-yet-sister-in-law. Itachi gives him an apologetic look on her behalf but says nothing.
“Still those dreams huh? She has really interesting ideas about those! Do you believe in reincarnation?” She asks him.
“That you believe all that craps she sells you, tells me so much, you’re crazy for starters” Sasuke tells her, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“No but hear me out!” Izumi tells him, ignoring his previous comment. “Like, our dreams don’t just make things up, right? You have to have seen those things somewhere, like that girl you keep dreaming about, you met her somewhere, your brain didn’t just invent her, but the circumstances you dream her in don’t match your life, right? Maybe you met in another life! And my psychic can tell you all about that!” she looks in her massive handbag and produces a presentation card that Sasuke takes, out of politeness, but doesn’t bother to look at.
Sasuke doesn’t even believe in that sort of thing, his beliefs always been on the more secular side of things, but even if there is a remote chance he might have lived another life before, where he saw wars, and monsters, and his parents death, he sure as hell doesn’t want to know about it.
So, he goes about his day, entirely forgetting the non-sense Izumi was blabbing on about. He goes to lunch with Naruto, ramen again unsurprisingly, makes a visit to a home for a noise complaint, files his paperwork, and tries to go home early for a change.
He attempted to postpone his psych evaluation as much as he could, that is, until his father, the head of the police department catches him on his way out, and orders him to medical immediately so he can get it over with.
“Go on, you know its protocol, she’s there now” His father chastises.
Sasuke is irritated to no end, but he still obediently makes his way to the new psychologist’s office in the back of the building.
Just keep it simple, don’t elaborate, it’ll be fine, he thinks to himself.
The door to the psychologist’s office is open, so Sasuke stands in the entrance and knocks on the door to announce his arrival. The space is completely littered with boxes and mountains of papers, stacked on top of another and covering the desk in its entirety, so much so that he can’t even see the person seating behind it.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m new, I’m still getting everything settled! Are you here for an eval? Did I get your file? Where are my files!? What’s your name?” She says in a rapid succession.
He stays quiet, so she can gather herself, and takes a seat in front of her crowded desk, and it isn’t until she moves the two gigantic boxes of documents in front of them that he is able to see her.
He sits complete frozen, utterly speechless upon setting eyes on her. Because the person seating in front of him now, is unbelievably and irrevocably the Spring girl.
The shiny pink hair, wide emerald colored eyes and a blushing face he’d never mistake for anyone else’s are facing him now, with a look of surprise on it.
And he is sure his face mirrors hers, especially since the next thing she says to him, is an almost whispered, “Sasuke-kun….”
“I can’t believe this…” She mumbles and looks like she’s about to jump on him, but the look on his face stops her. “Do you… am… do you know who I am?” She asks, a hint of hope sparkling in her eyes.
“The new psychologist… about to perform my yearly eval?…” He responds, unsure of himself.
He can see the deflated expression and disappointment spreading thought her. “Right… I haven’t seen your file… ahem sorry… I think we are going to have to postpone this… maybe someone else can do your evaluations tomorrow, I apologize” She tells him, in a more composed and professional tone.
She stands and grabs a small purse from one of the drawers and tries to make a quick exit.
Sasuke stares at her unable to say anything. He observes every detail he can about her, every slender curve of her body, the way her neat short hair hangs on her delicate neck, and he is suddenly overcome with the image of her, wearing a red tunic instead of the sensible suit, a red and white fan crest in the center of her back.
His hand moves almost of its own accord and grabs her tiny wrist to prevent her from leaving, and she turns to look at him, green eyes wide and full of emotions he’s not able to understand.
“I know you from somewhere” He says, in a statement not a question.
“Do you? I don’t think so, sorry” She responds and tries to shake his hold on her wrist.
“You said you hadn’t seen my file; how did you know my name?” Sasuke asks her, in the demanding voice she remembers so well.
“I… just… ahem… I don’t….”
“What are you hiding?”
“Do you remember something… anything… about me?” She asks, the adorable blush from earlier spreading through her face again.
Sasuke isn’t sure what she means, but now that she’s facing him, he becomes completely lost in her eyes, his instincts screaming at him to hold her, and never let go. “Who are you?” He asks. Because saying, yeah, I remember you from a dream sounds entirely too stupid to mention.
The moment feels as if suspended from time, the atmosphere too suffocating, he’s afraid of even closing his eyes, sure that the moment he reopens them, she’d be gone like every dream he’s ever had.
“My name is Sakura” she says, and her name sounds like music to his ears. “This is going to sound really strange, and possibly unprofessional, but do you want to go get a drink?” She says, biting her lower lip and taking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.
He only nods his head yes and releases her hand. “Just… how do I know you?” He whispers.
She giggles in response, her face more assertive than before. “It’s a long story Sasuke-kun… maybe… I’ll tell you later” She says, poking his forehead with two fingers before grabbing his hand and pulling him to follow.
He doesn’t know anything about the strange girl with the cherry blossom pink hair other than her name, still he would follow her anywhere. He can’t help but to feel his blessings are finally complete.
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“In an event that they decided to prank a drunk Sakura with a jumpscare”
"It was Boruto's idea," Sarada reasoned out as she cleaned the mess her mother made.
"Hey! Mr. Sasuke said it was ok!" Boruto reasoned out defensively as he helped Sarada by picking up shards of the broken plate.
Sasuke didn't say a word and just offered his wife a glass of water. How would they know that Sakura would be "tipsy" coming home? All they thought was it would be a fun way to cheer her up after a long day of work.
Although thinking about it now, they should probably let her rest before giving her a "congratulatory cake."
Sakura just rubbed her temple as she gave a slight glare at her husband before receiving the glass of water.
"Thank you," Sakura said as she drowned its content. To be fair, her reaction may have been over the top. Especially when their intentions weren't that bad.
"Mama"
"Auntie Sakura"
"We're sorry," Boruto and Sarada said while facing her. Sakura just smiled and shook her head. She placed the glass on the counter before getting something from her pocket.
"It's ok, how about we get another cake?!" Sakura said enthusiastically as she grabbed some cash from her wallet.
"and guess who's going to buy us some cake?"
"Why me?" Sasuke said as he stood outside their door. He looked back and could hear Sakura laughing along with Sarada and Boruto. He just smiled and shook his head before heading out to buy a cake.
#sasusaku#UCHIHA FAMILY#short ficlet#sasuke#sakura#sarada#boruto#fanfiction#sasusakusara#fluff#short
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Never Again - Sasuke x Sakura
I was looking through some sasusaku fanart and had some inspiration. Haven’t written about this ship in a long time and I’m happy with how this turned out. Hope you enjoy it too. Just a short blurb
Summary: Sasuke POV, little angst, some fluff, sasuke being protective, set when they travelled together.
Warnings: suggestive themes, pregnancy
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“Ok Sakura now push!”
Sasuke waited with bated breath as Karin attended to sakura giving birth. They knew she had been getting close when they were on their way back to Konoha to have tsunade deliver. They had planned to be back early just in case, but they never expected the birth to come this early. And what’s more they hadn’t expected to be followed by rogue ninja. They had been dodging them for a few days, trying to avoid the fight due to sakuras condition, sasuke didn’t know what they wanted but they were beginning to piss him off.
“Push Sakura!” Karin yelled again.
“Sasuke!” Sakura cried. Sasuke was at her side in an instant, grasping her out stretched hand. “Sasuke I don’t think I can.” Tears gathering in her eyes.
“Sakura,” he said her name quietly, pressing his lips to her sweat covered temple. “I know you can. I’m here.”
“Sakura I need you to push now!” Karin yelled. Sakura gripped sasukes hand so tight he swore it was about to break. She let out a scream as she pushed with everything she had. Suddenly her grip went slack and sasukes eyes looked to her face in terror as she lost consciousness, the next second he heard the first cries of his newborn baby. “Sakura…” he placed his palm against her face, the fear beginning to spread in his chest “Sakura…” he whispered against her ear quietly as his voice trembled uncharacteristically. He heard her moan and her eyes fluttered open and sasuke released a sigh of relief.
“Sasuke…” she whispered and then she heard the cries of her baby. “Karin!” She yelled.
“It’s okay she’s fine and healthy, you have a baby girl.” Karin said as she placed the wrapped baby girl in Sakura’s arms.
Sasuke stared at the picture before him in complete awe, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Sakura reached out to gently squeeze his hand and look up at him. “We have a baby girl, what should we call her?”
“Sarada,” sasuke said quietly.
“It’s beautiful” Sakura said as she smiled. Sasuke placed his hand on Sarada’s small head and leaned over to kiss Sakura on the cheek. “You did well.”
“I’m so tired,” she said sighing deeply.
“I know” he said.
“Sasuke!” Suigetsu yelled coming into the room, sasukes attention turned to him and he immediately felt the oncoming chakra signatures. “Juugo is at the front waiting for them.” suigetsu informed him.
“Stay here,” sasuke said standing up, “if anything happens to them…I’ll kill you.” He said sending a death glare in suigetsu’s direction, before sliding his glare to Karin. They both nodded in understanding.
Sasuke walked down the hallway to the entrance of the hideout, his dark cloak billowing behind him. His sharigan activated as he pictured sakura in her tired state holding their small daughter. His chakra flared as a fierce protectiveness overcame him.
As he approached the entrance he sensed that juugo was already in combat with the rogue ninja. The rogue ninjas attention focused on him as his dark presence came into the opening. A translucent purple cloak had begun to warp around his body. Sasuke looked out at the ninja, sharingan and rinnegan on full display. “Leave now….” was all he said before the ninja rushed at him. In an instant a fully formed Susanoo appeared before them. Sasuke felt his emotions running high as he thought of Sakura and Sarada again, a mixture of love and fear. They were his family and he would not lose them a second time.
#sasusaku#sasuke x sakura#sasuke uchiha#sasuke#sakura#anime fanfic#anime fic#fluff#tiny bit of angst#naruto fanfiction#naruto shippuden#anime and manga#anime#fanfic#fanfiction#shortandsweet#short fiction#short ficlet#oneshot
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#6.
cw // angst, implied cheating, panic attacks
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Sakura catches a whiff of a scent not like hers. She never buys anything of that kind. In fact, she hates the strong ones that last until the next day. And it's all over her husband's shirt. Sasuke, who has just left this morning for a mission.
She doesn't want to overthink it, but it is difficult not to when the signs are there. Earlier that month, she decides to handwash their clothes, and she regrets it almost immediately. On the collar of one of his shirts he had taken home from his mission, tangled with her husband's raven hair was a red stain—often can be mistaken as blood from a fight. Observing it further, her heart falters. It can be tricky but even with its faintness, it takes the shape of a lip. Like his existence has been stamped by another. But she can't do this to her husband. He still comes home to her, only that she remembers it only takes three days until he leaves again.
Then, she finds a letter tucked in between his inside pockets. A small parchment that isn't meant to be seen. When Sakura picks it up and opens it, all she can see was a blur and drops of tears that probably have ruined the letter. She wills herself not to remember, but the heart never forgets. And the words 'Thank you for last night.' etches upon the parchment like a breathy whisper to her husband's ear, making her feel sick.
As she remembers, everything starts to ache—not just her heart, but her mind too. And her stomach. And her arms. And her legs. It almost feels like she has crashed onto a wall and boulders have closed in on her.
Pain is never new to Sakura—especially physical pain. Betrayal is always there. She knows it, she expects it.
But the knowledge doesn't prepare her once it happens to her. It doesn't teach her what to do, nor does it tell her to get past it.
She collapses. She succumbs to the pain, taking in short breaths, only to push it out in a long deep exhale. Short inhales, deep exhale. Repeat. Short inhales... Inhale... Inhale...
She forgets to breathe altogether.
Then, someone calls to her. Someone with a deep velvet voice that she likely enjoys talking to if they are in a different situation. She can't see his face, everything is all blurry to her, and her breaths are hitched.
"Remember to exhale, Sakura."
Panic, worry, care.
Her eyes focus onto the masked face in front of her. The set of coal eyes boring onto hers, with panic, with worry, with care. He holds her, but not too tight. He strokes his thumb on her arm, but not too fast. Just enough to help her return to her senses.
"Kakashi..." She breathes, a sense of calmness fills her as his name rolls out of her lips. She never understands how he makes it on time—how whenever she needs someone, he is always there.
To pick her up from breaking. To catch her from falling.
He lifts her into a bridal state, and lays her on the couch. He strokes his thumb on her cheek, and whispers something she can't make out.
Blurry—still—but calm.
She never knows what will happen next—once her husband comes home to her again. But she is sure that she will need Kakashi whenever that time comes.
Then she closes her eyes, tiredly, slowly, as warm fingers intertwine with hers. Oblivion welcomes her.
#kakasaku#kakashi#sakura#hatake kakashi#haruno sakura#sasuke#implied sasusaku#married sasusaku#sorry sasuke stans#drabble#au#naruto ficlet#ficlet#ks#kakasaku ficlet#ks ficlet#kakasaku drabble#ks drabble#untitled#ks untitled#kakasaku untitled#ryekiree#angst#kakasaku angst#uchiha sasuke#uchiha sakura#ryedrabbles
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day 1: glances (sasusaku month 2021)
title: everyday with you ( ao3 ☆ ffn )
prompt: day 1: glances (ssm21) @ssskmonth
fandom: naruto (sasuke/sakura)
summary: After Sasuke's solo journey of atonement, he and Sakura reunite. [Canon. Blank period.]
info: pg / 573 words / romance
notes: (full notes on ao3/ffn). Inspired by cherrynojutsu's first chapter to 'Like Gold'. I highly recommend going to check it out!
The last time he had seen her, she was blushing. Pretty pink just like her hair, while her eyes stared wide at him in wonder. It warmed his chest.
The last time she had seen him, he had thanked her. The same words that she had held on to for years like a lifeline, but this time, it had felt more like a promise. It gave her hope.
He had missed her. Every time he came across someone with eyes the colour of jade, they were always the wrong shade. When he would sit at a camp fire shrouded in the night’s darkness with only the grating sound of crickets to keep him company, he would try to remember her different kinds of laughs. While he sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking The Land of Snow, he had pictured how she would marvel at the sight. After breathing in deeply and unable to let it out because his chest pricked with searing pain, he had imagined how she would have scolded him for being reckless as her hands glowed green to give him the gentle relief he needed.
He wonders if she had thought about him too. He wonders if she still feels the same. Or maybe he had asked for too much time and things changed. Maybe she moved on.
She had missed him. On the nights that lasted too long, she would sit outside on a roof and stare up at the moon while she imagined he was doing the same. When she would leave the hospital after pulling a triple 12 hour shift with nothing but coffee, similarity rations pills and a prayer keeping her going, she had wondered about how nice it would be to have him by her side, just to walk home with. Parts of him manifested in her patients—when their eyes gleamed dark, when they shared stories of pain that she would never fully understand, when the ones that didn’t smile often would show her gratitude.
She wonders if he had thought about her too. She wonders if he still feels the same. Or maybe he opened his eyes to the world and things changed. Maybe the fragile promise dissolved.
They both think that maybe the beginnings of something is all they could ever be. Maybe that’s just as far as they would get.
But the day he is greeted by the gates of a village he once thought he’d walked away from forever, she is on the other side standing beside their best friend and teacher, and the distance between them narrows.
They both scan the other from afar, eyes flickering up and down. When he is close enough that he notices she parted her hair differently than he had last seen and he notices that he filled his clothes out better than before, they manage a glimpse at each other.
First, she notices that his face has changed. There is a sense of peace in his expression that she is seeing for the first time. Second, he realizes he didn’t need to worry.
All it takes is a glance, but it’s a breathtaking sight for both of them. Sakura’s smile wide while Sasuke’s is barely there. It is as though a mirror is placed between them to show how their expression reflects in each other’s, and so they both understand.
Nothing had changed between them, and at the same time, everything had.
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GROUP CHAT FIC
Naruto: I'm gonna send a dick pic.
Hinata: Honey, did you mean to send this to me privately?
Sakura: IF YOU TAINT MY DAUGHTER WITH EXPLICIT MATERIAL IN THIS CHAT I WILL SEND YOUR ARSE FLYING OVER YOUR OWN HOKAGE CARVING SO HELP ME GOD.
Naruto: *sends picture of Sasuke*
Hinata: 🤭
Sakura: ...Good point.
Sasuke: ✅✅
Sarada and Boruto: *die laughing*
Himawari: You're still my favourite uncle, Sasuke-oji-chan!
Sasuke: At least SOMEONE here has manners, and somehow she's younger than all of you.
#ficlet#writing#naruto#uzumaki naruto#hyuga hinata#uchiha sasuke#haruno sakura#naruhina#sasusaku#uzumaki boruto#uzumaki himawari#uchiha sarada
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a voyage
“In the dark, Sasuke-kun.”
He would have preferred to see, but because she wished it, he complied. He finds his way to the foot of her bed, letting go of all that moors him. She smiles, and holds out a hand to him. “Here,” comes the siren-call.
She need not say anything else. He enters her bed, and in the enchantment of their solitude it seems to him an endless sea.
Sakura teaches him to ride the waves of her pleasure, guiding his lips and his fingers to her shielded sensitivities. She bids him enter her, to seek his own ecstasy in the dark folds of her sex. And he rises to it, swims into her—until it seems he had reached the core of her, the depths not even light could touch.
They dissolve into each other, and no longer could he name where he ended and she began. It is almost as if he could see himself, from the clear pools that are her eyes—husband, friend, my most beloved.
Is this what I am?
She sighs into his ear, fulfilled: yes, yes, oh yes.
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Embark
Pairing: SasuSaku
Fandom: Naruto
Read it: Ao3 | FF.net
Summary: When he comes home from a mission or arrives after a debrief, he appears at her office window lingering as a beast, a bat. The lovesick trope, a tale as old as time.
I was gone too often. Again. I was given a second chance, and squandered it.
Additional Details: Trashy sad dark ficlet
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bilious (of snakes and cherry blossoms - sasusaku)
bilious (adjective) – sickly; cranky, ill-humored
[Sakura’s not well. And Sasuke commits high treason. Fluff. No really.]
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“Oi, bastard, what’s been crawling up your ass lately?”
Sasuke spares Naruto a quiet glare, setting the teapot down on the table mat, and returns to the omelet on the stove. That was literally their first interaction since the bastard grunted (and also glared) at Naruto after opening the door for him.
He sighs and reaches over the table to pour himself a cup.
Naruto may not be the brightest minds around, but he knows this isn’t just the usual early morning mood. The bastard has been a stick in the mud for days now, the few times Naruto has run into him, and not even the offer of a spar managed to clear that up.
Tch, ungrateful bastard.
Sakura is in the throes of another coughing fit in a different room. Naruto rests his chin over knitted fingers and watches as Sasuke flips the omelet one last time before turning off the fire. He’s come straight over without breakfast, and the delicious fragrance of burnt egg and oil is making his stomach grumble.
But he’s sure the bastard hasn’t bothered to make extras for him.
Seriously ungrateful.
After packing the food into a bentō and cleaning up (it’s amazing, in a sense, to see the bastard be all domestic), Sasuke returns to the table with a plate of sliced tomatoes and sits down across from him, pulling out a scroll to read.
Naruto raps prosthetic fingers on the table as he nurses his tea.
“Oi, you.”
Sasuke offers no indication of acknowledgement. Out of sight, Sakura is coughing again.
“You didn’t argue with Sakura-chan or anything, did you?” he says and sees the beginnings of an even fouler mood whirling in mismatched eyes.
“It’s so rare that you’re home.” That stumps whatever anger that was there, and Sasuke glances away (and Naruto feels bad for hitting where it hurts but-). “You better not be showing that sourpuss mug to Sakura-chan every day, bastard.”
“You’re noisy.”
Naruto swears, sometimes it’s like he never grew a day over twelve. “Now look here-”
The sound of bare feet patter along the hardwood floor, and Sarada appears in the doorway, fully geared—for a mission, he believes. “Lord Seventh! Good morning!” A grin broke over her face that Naruto can’t help reciprocating.
“Morning, Sarada-chan!”
“What are you doing here? Boruto said you were super busy with something.”
“Just thought I’d drop by and check up on your Mama.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have-”
He puts the teacup down with a decisive clink and waves a dismissive hand. “Is she better?”
She giggles. “Much! Mama’s been raring to go back to work.”
“Uh-uh!” He wags a finger. “I said two weeks and I meant it.”
“Yes! She’s coming so please remind her.”
Sarada comes into the kitchen. “Oh, morning, Papa!” Sasuke hn’s back and tells her breakfast is on the stove, but Naruto doesn’t miss the sharp glare briefly directed his way. Seriously…
“Just what is your problem these days, bastard?”
Sasuke stares back at him for a length, before succinctly answering: “You.”
“Why I oughta-”
“Don’t mind Papa, Lord Seventh. He hasn’t been sleeping well.”
He looks over to Sarada popping a couple of bread slices into the toaster and notching it. She leans against the bar with a look that says, I have dirt, and Naruto smirks conspiratorially at the juicy notion.
“Oh, and why is that?”
“You see, Mama’s been-” is all he manages to hear before a fist unceremoniously crashes against the side of his face with a force strong enough to dislocate his jaw.
The bastard doesn’t hold back at all, he thinks; and disperses.
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.
“Nuwhyo!!” He jolts upright in his seat, gaining Shikamaru’s immediate look of concern.
“What’s wrong, Hokage-sama?”
Naruto blinks a few times, the ugly crunch of a broken jaw still ringing in his ears, and he can only be glad physical sensations do not get transferred back as well. Once the shock wears off, a great sense of unjust washes over him. (He wanted that dirt, and he’s about 99% sure he’s entitled to it as only best friend to Uchiha Sasuke!).
He slams a hand over the documents on his desk and bares his teeth, ignoring the slightly spooked Shikamaru before him.
“Bastard!”
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“What happened!?” Her voice is still a little hoarse and probably shouldn’t be used for shouting.
Sakura rushes to the kitchen following the sounds of skirmish to see her husband standing over a chair ajar on its back. His shoulders are tense and the muscles in his back coiled for battle.
“A-anata?”
“Aa, Sakura.” He relaxes his stance and goes to pick up the chair. “I made breakfast.”
She glances over to the bar to find Sarada with hands still covering her mouth in muted horror. Independent of the atmosphere, the toaster beside her emits a cheery ding and ejects two nicely browned slices, filling the kitchen with the mellow scent of fresh toasts.
“Papa!”
“Hn.”
“How could you!?”
“Eat your breakfast, Sarada. You’ll be late.” He sits back down where Sakura assumes he’s been sitting before, if the plate of tomatoes is any indication.
“Papa is seriously shannaro sometimes!” Sarada shakes her head and begins spreading jam on the toasts. “Mama, do you want toast?”
She coughs from a sudden itch in her throat. “Just, one please, sweetie.”
She looks at the half-empty teacup across from her husband, then back to him as he lazily munches on a slice of tomato while reading his scroll.
.
.
It’s only him and her by the end of breakfast, and after cleaning up, they move to the living room. Or more accurately, he drags her over to the couch as soon as she is done drying her hands.
“W-what is it?” She tries to catch his gaze for clues to no avail as he sits her down on one end.
“Stay there.” He imparts and leaves the room. When he returns, he simply hands her a scroll, much to her growing confusion.
It’s the medical scroll she’s been reading to kill time since Naruto practically grounded her. She’s not surprised Sasuke knew which one it was amongst the hundreds in her study, followed her as he did the past few days, but that doesn’t explain much.
Her husband can be absolutely cryptic sometimes.
He sits down next to her and Sakura nearly jumps off the couch when she feels his hand on her thigh. “A-anata!?” His head is already on her lap, a warm, pleasant weight, and it hits her again how much she misses him, even after spending nearly a week joined at the hip with him.
He shuffles around for a comfortable position and settles for lying on his side.
“Anata, I don’t think-”
“It’s the fifth day,” he says, eyes resolutely closed; and everything makes sense.
She smiles, putting the scroll down, and brushes his bangs away from his face. “Honestly, Sasuke-kun…I told you I didn’t want to get you sick.”
“And I told you it wasn’t your problem.”
For that, she pulls hard at his cheek. “It is, too.” He tenses from the pain. His eyes snap open and a purple marble stubbornly glares up at her. She holds that glare, waiting to hear his comeback.
He doesn’t have one. His gaze drops away, and he closes his eyes again.
“I don’t care if I get sick,” said in an almost petulant mutter, and she releases him.
“But I do, Sasuke-kun.” She smooths over the red on his cheek, fingertips glowing green. “I do.”
“Hn.”
She can’t help a small, wry grin then. “So you’ve been sulking and decided to take it out on Naruto.” When she felt Naruto’s chakra signature abruptly disappear from their home, she’s had her suspicions, but really…
Sasuke shrugs against her, but she can tell he’s a lot less nonchalant than he tries to appear. “He was being nosy.”
She raises an eyebrow at him. “You punched the Hokage because he was being nosy?”
In a quick motion, he rolls over to his other side and buries his face against her, his nose nuzzling her bare skin and sending a flush of colors to her cheeks. His arm wraps around her back in a firm hug. “Stop squirming. My head hurts.”
That was his cue for her to heal him, and the finality in his voice means her schedule for at least the rest of the morning is set. Running her hand through his hair, she sends weak chakra pulses into his scalp and discovers what she already knows: he doesn’t have a headache.
She shakes her head but continues to massage his scalp. She supposes she will spoil him today. And if he catches her cold, well that’s on him.
As his gradually steadying breaths warms her stomach, she smiles to herself.
Her husband really is shannaro sometimes.
#sasusaku#snakes & cherry blossoms#uchiha sakura#uchiha sasuke#uchiha sarada#uzumaki naruto#haruno sakura#fluf#kinda crack i think#boruto the next generation#romance#clingy!suke#married life#fanfic#ficlet
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Reverent [ficlet]
General Disclaimer
Rating: PG 13
Author’s Note: Posting this early, because Canada Day stuff has me exhausted. I don’t think I’ve been this social in over a year... :P
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His lips trace the well-known paths across her skin, following a map of his own discovery. Guided by sighs and whispers, etched into a space only he can see.
The thing about the Sharingan is it grants constant, perfect recall. Even when she reclines in front of him, completely bare but for a smile and the intention of her eyes, he can see the markings on her skin. Not the constellation of scars that pepper her skin from before—old kunai wounds, powder burns from exploding tags, that stab wound—because he doesn’t even need eyes for those. His fingers find those unerringly, every time, brushes against them with reverence and apology, even though he wasn’t the cause of any of those.
(Not directly, thank the gods; he’s left enough marks on her soul, he’s not sure he could stand to see a physical reminder of his sins on her body.)
It’s something beyond this realm that he perceives. Memory superimposes wispy ribbons of black down her cheeks and beneath the line of her jaw, the underside of her breasts and backs of her knees. It’s as clear to him when she is at rest as when in the throes of battle, and the sight warms him.
He presses his mouth against the outlines of her power, trying to convey gratitude and worship to the gift that keeps her safe, that keeps her with him. Even when he is far away.
He doesn’t put much faith in his own abilities to protect—life and experience have shown him he is a failure at trying to spare others pain. That she has something within her to keep her safe, to fortify her against harm, something that has nothing to do with him—
It’s a relief.
She’ll never break, he knows.
She’s already shown that to be true, over and over. That strength grounds him in turn, as if her might follows him wherever he goes. As if somehow, the markings stretch out and surround him as well, like a string of fate.
He still can’t figure out what he ever did to deserve her. Why the only constant in his life has been leaving and returning to find her waiting.
The first time, after everything, he thought it was a mistake. The second time, mere coincidence; she just happened to be there when he slipped through the village gates.
But every time after that…
He presses his forehead against her, imagines he can feel warmth at the centre, the seal of her power and kindness and love.
By the third time, it was established, understood.
He wonders, sometimes, if it wasn’t so long ago, ages before he followed in the footsteps of his brother and his mentor.
And then she smiles, and he decides it doesn’t matter. What matters is here, in the present, where they can set their own precedent.
Their own patterns.
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#sasusaku#ssm19#ssm19d2#prompt: patterns#kuriquinn#short fic#ficlet#sakura uchiha#sasuke uchiha#sasuke pov#introspection
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Hiding Under The Shadows | SasuSaku Ficlet
Hey!
This fluff piece came to me and I had to write, I’m not sure if it’s any good or if it makes sense but, let’s see! And I’m dedicating this ficlet to my beloved friend -- and home country sister -- @mikasaasqueenx ❤️ thank you for all your support amiga!
Rating: T | Word count: 1610 | Read here too: AO3 | FanFiction
Summary: “because they will only exchange one thousand-and-one unspoken words with their eyes, and even with this mutual knowledge, they pretend, and they evade.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related, unfortunately.
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He waits for her outside her door. He doesn’t need to knock; she knows he’s there.
He leans against the opposite wall, knee bent, and a foot pressed against the concrete. His hands are buried in his pockets, and he wonders if this temporary shade will do any good against the burning midday sun.
It's hot. It's stiflingly disgustingly hot. It's the end of summer and it seems Konoha was hit by one last heat wave before the season is over.
He hears the click of a door opening and slamming shut right after — without any grace or covertness.
She bounces down through the steps that take her to the street, the white sundress is flowing around her thighs, and he watches as it billows like a cloud around her endless legs. Her untamed pink hair is for once, just below her shoulders, and he remembers she told him she needs a haircut.
She hums a tune with each step, and he shifts his gaze up, looking for that glint of glee that is certainly on her—
What's that… covering her eyes?!
He must have muttered that out loud, because she laughs and arches a pink eyebrow. She has the nerve to look amused and places a hand on her hip.
"Haven't you seen sunglasses before, Sasuke-kun?"
Maybe? He's not sure. Isn't that a civilian thing?
"My aunt gave me them; she knows I'm a Kunoichi, but she came to visit and brought me this. She said that every girl needed one anyway. Besides, it protects my eyes from that crazy UV light."
UV light? Girls needed that for..?
Giving up, he shrugs and falls in step beside her, hands still deep in his pockets.
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He finds out, very quickly, that the black thing annoys him.
It covers her eyes. It covers probably a third of her face. And he can't see what she's thinking – Yeah, because he can do that. She tells him everything through her eyes — even though she really doesn't know that.
When she notices his frown and pretty pout, she stops to assess her teammate. What's got him in a twist?
Not waiting a second longer, Sasuke takes advantage of her distraction to lift a hand and snatch the offending accessory away from her face.
She yelps, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. A hand goes up to retrieve the object but he's taller and he hovers the piece inches away from her dainty fingers. She jumps once and twice – and she's not fooling anyone, because they are both ninja and they know she could jump up to the rooftop without any strain.
He keeps this up for a little longer, and he learns that he enjoys teasing her, if only to see her all flustered and in her upset-not-really-upset mood. In the end, he thinks that at least this damned object gave him that.
When she gives up, he brings the shades to cover his own eyes. It's a vintage model she says, a clear reference to classic 80's movies. Movies that both ninjas didn't really watch — for lack of time, that is.
He swipes his bangs out of the way with expert fingers that find their home in his pockets in a heartbeat after. The pitch black strands fall over his foreheads and eyes — now covered by the sunglasses — in almost slow motion, and she stills.
She stills and forgets how to breath; because who cares if they are in the middle of the street? Who cares if Naruto is waiting on them for lunch? Who cares if he stole her sunglasses?
Her sunglasses? She's definitely gifting it to him now.
"What?" He barks — because he can only take so much fishy-eye-mouth-agape-stares from her.
She blinks, eyes focusing again and travelling quickly up and down. She clears her throat and moves her hands behind her back. Bouncing on her heels, she says without any tinge of hesitance, "You look good."
"Do I now?"
She only nods her head sheepishly.
He smirks then, and it's possible to feel the cockiness pouring in waves from him.
Ever since he came back for good, they have grown closer. From friends to best friends, and now they are in this phase where they cross lines that are past friendship. They have their own banter and internal jokes, and they often flirt — even though sometimes it's more involuntary than intentional — in their own awkward way.
Let's not forget to mention the open stares and the accidental-not-so-accidental touches.
It's not a secret, really. And it goes unsaid that they both know how things are and how they could go terrible wrong in a heartbeat. Still, aware of the possible consequences, they play in dangerous waters, crossing these invisible lines without a second thought.
Shamelessly, he feels as if he was the last cookie of the package, and he asks: "Why?"
"You look cool," she blurts out and then repeats, "…all badass and cool."
"Sakura"
She looks up at him now, searching for endless obsidian pools that are safely covered from her intense gaze. And then she waits for his words, for his next move, for his dismissal, for anything really – because she'll always wait if it is for him.
"I always look cool. You've said this since we were genin."
"You're right, you don't need shades to look cool." But they sure make me want to eat you up, she thinks.
"Hn."
"But they make you seem mysterious." Sakura says instead.
He agrees again and pushing her luck she adds, "It's hot."
"Yeah, it is."
And for a moment, surprise and disbelief surrounds her. She tries very hard to stifle a laugh and it's almost unsuccessful at the task.
"Thankfully it's the last week of summer." He continues.
She burst out in tears then — not negative of any kind. She laughs so hard she cries, and he's not really sure what he did, or what she saw that was so funny.
Does he really think she's talking about the weather?
She sobers up and pretends her own silliness was never there. It's a common thing between them; she has her moments which are questionable for the socially inept shinobi, but he never asks, only throws her a "Tch" like most times.
She only prays to Kami that he doesn't ask for an explanation this time.
---- *.* ----
"Aren't you going to give it back?"
It's almost half past three in the afternoon. They had ramen with Naruto and talked for a long time until the blonde had to go back to his duties. Then the raven-haired nin asked her if she wanted ice-cream. She accepted promptly, not even thinking why he would want to eat something that he despised so much.
He cocks his head her way and arches a brow. And the movement is so Sasuke and it's so intensified with the addition of her sunglasses that she bawls her hands into fists and tries hard to hide how the scene brings uncontrolled shivers up and down her spine.
"I thought you didn't like them." She jerks her head toward the attachment, because she can't really trust her hands to be steady right now.
"I don't." And at the risk of losing the sight of her eyes if he returns the item, he quickly adds with finality, "I'm testing it."
She makes an amused sound and crosses her arms tightly in front of her, the position frames her chest perfectly. The low neckline of her sundress is decent, but the new position of her arms and the punctual sway she adds to her steps threatens lower exposure of—
He quickly averts his gaze and thinks of anything else — of birds, trees, and clouds, of food and ice-cream—
He grunts, scolding himself mentally, as the simple word brings back the image of Sakura eating her ice-cream a mere fifteen minutes ago. The white vanilla cream covering her lips, her tongue darting and swiping at the cold treat with an expertise that turned his train of thoughts in a millisecond.
Shit.
Shaking his head, he tries to clear his head using a different approach. He recalls his last battle with Naruto, muttering each movement in sequence until he can only see analytical possibilities and jutsus.
When he's collected, he extends a hand — as a peace offering – giving her beloved sunglasses back.
She squeals and instantly picks it up. She puts it on, then she pauses, looks at him and moves the accessory up to her forehead and past her hairline. She lets it rest there.
The item holds her hair in place, her bangs that were framing her heart shaped face are no longer in the way. Her face is clean and startlingly bright. He can see everything; her chin, her plump lips, her button nose, and — and her damn viridian eyes.
While his stilling at her stunning features is momentary and almost imperceptive for the pinkette, it starts a storm behind his dark eyes. And he curses his luck, because his plan failed miserably.
The only time he wanted her eyes covered, because he can't really look her in the eyes without hinting at his frenzied uncontrolled thoughts he had not even two minutes ago, she won't use the damn thing for its own purpose!
Sakura resumes their walk back towards her place. She had promised him homemade iced tea, as he was so kind and paid for her ice-cream.
The last Uchiha follows suit, a mere step behind her. He makes a mental note to stop by the sunglass store on the way and muses if it's ok to wear them indoors.
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Noir [10/?]
WARNING: NSFW
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Yamanaka Ino is no stranger to frequent travel, but the trip from New York back to Konoha is a killer. Even flying first class doesn’t help with the jetlag.
She pulls her thick blonde hair into a messy ponytail and puts on a pair of sunglasses to hide the dark circles (not that Sai cares, just in case there are paparazzi at the airport). She’s dressed as pedestrian as possible - leather jacket, white tee, dark wash jeans and her favourite red bottomed heels (her favouritism shown by the how well worn they are). At least, that’s as pedestrian as it will go for Ino.
She sees Sai at the arrivals holding up a small sign - he’s written ‘Beautiful’ in his beautiful, bold cursive script. She trots over (the heels preventing her from running) to throw herself into a his arms and gives him a kiss, glad that there were no cameras flashing around so early in the morning.
“Hey, Beautiful.” Sai says, pulling away just enough to smile at her.
“Hiya Handsome.”
“Are you hungry? Would you like pancakes?” he asks in his quirky formal manner.
She’s grown used to the way Sai speaks - it’s oddly endearing and she loves that he calls her ‘Beautiful’. As far as she knows, he doesn’t call anyone else that. ‘I’ve read that nicknames foster a closer relationship’ was his reasoning when she asked him why he had called her that.
“I’m starving and yes, pancakes. Let’s go to Pancakery, I think they’re the only place that’s open this early.”
黑
The only time Ino Yamanaka does not watch what she eats is when she’s home in Konoha. After she’s fed and watered (fluffy hotcakes with berry compote and edible flowers and a berry iced tea), Sai takes her back to her apartment.
“The housekeepers come by every fortnight to clean and I check on it every other week.” he says as he helps her with her luggage.
She had asked Sai to check on her apartment every once in a while to make sure the housekeepers were actually coming by to do their job and to make sure everything was still there. He took her request very seriously it seems, even making the effort to have fresh flowers throughout the apartment to welcome her home when she came back to Konoha. This time he chose mixed hyacinths. He never chose the more common flowers like roses or lilies which Ino appreciates. Having parents who own a flower shop, Ino prefers more interesting flowers.
“Thank you.” she says gratefully, before pulling him into a heated kiss to which Sai responds in kind.
His fingers sneak under the hem of her t-shirt and she relaxes into his arms, pushing herself into him.
“My present.” Sai says when they come apart just enough. “You promised me a present.”
Ino giggles. “That I did.”
She leads Sai to the bedroom and pushes him onto the bed before peeling off her jacket, jeans and shirt to reveal a set of black lacy lingerie. She sees Sai’s eyes widen as he takes her in and she never gets tired of seeing him eye her with the kind of lust that makes inspires butterflies in her stomach.
“You like?” she says, sauntering towards him and climbing into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I don’t think it does your beauty any justice.” Sai murmurs, fingering the lacy waistband of her panties.
He presses a kiss on each full breast before kissing her solar plexus and travelling upward toward her neck. Sai doesn’t break eye contact and his stare is so full of heat that Ino throws her head back to give him better access. His hands touch her all over and she rolls her hips, impatient to feel more of him. She feels just how hard he is underneath his trousers and she licks her lips. She tugs at his shirt and quickly it’s off, allowing Ino to put her hands on his chest.
“I missed you.” she says, running her hands across his pectorals. Sai is an artist that has the body of a Greek god and Ino loves the contrast between his sensitive artistic persona against his hard, sculpted body.
“I’m sure you had people to keep you company overseas.” Sai whispers, pressing a kiss under her ear.
“They’re not the same as you.” Ino says as Sai removes her bra with practiced ease. “Ah!”
His lips find her nipple and he gives her a firm suck as he pulls her down with him as he lies down on the bed. Her hand brushes the front of his pants and Sai lets out a groan.
“I want to touch you.” Ino whines.
Sai smiles into her breast as he goes to unbutton his pants to let Ino’s hand wrap around his erection. His eyes close when her soft hands make contact with him and she pumps him the way he likes best. She’s rewarded with more guttural moans from Sai and he has to pull her hands away before he-
“Come here.” he says, his hands on her ass and encouraging her to scoot up. He takes the opportunity to kick off his pants fully.
Before Ino can protest, her knees are on either side of Sai’s head, he’s got her lacy panties pushed aside and his lips are on her pussy. His hand finds her nipple and he gives it a tweak that makes her thighs twitch. He’s eager and relentless and he knows what his lover likes and before long she’s got her hands in his hair and screaming.
“Oh fuck, Sai! Please! Oh I’m so close!”
He continues lapping, watching as Ino has her head thrown back, calling out his name in earnest. His arms are hooked at the top of her thighs to keep her from squirming away. It’s when he gives a particularly hard suck on her clit that her thighs clamp down on either side of his head and he hears her squeal. He feels how wet she is against his face and her arousal dripping down his chin and he’s so hard that he needs to be inside her now.
He gently pushes her off him so he can fetch a condom from the bedside drawer and ripping the foil with his teeth. Ino manages to recover enough to take off her panties and see him roll the condom over the length of his cock and gives him a devilish smirk. She makes a show of stretching like a cat (and Sai feels his mouth go dry as Ino’s full breasts bounce gently) before turning over and positioning herself on her elbows and knees, her pretty pussy exposed to him.
Ino likes this position - Sai becomes a more assertive lover in this position and she loves the way he feels when his hips meet her ass. Sai rubs her ass a little before stroking her folds in preparation and hears just how fucking wet she is for him. His fingers are replaced by the tip of his cock and Ino moans in anticipation.
“Come on, I need to feel you in me, Sai. Don’t be a tease.” she says wiggling her hips seductively. “I know you want me too.”
Sai chuckles and he slowly pushes in, earning him a loud moan from his lover.
“Oh yes. Oh!”
“You’re so tight, Ino.” Sai says, his voice straining. He groans as he gives her a slow thrust, letting her adjust to him (“Oh you’re so big, fuck. Oh!”). She’s clamped around him and she’s warm and wet and tight and he’s trying very hard not to lose his mind. Ino moves her hips against him slowly, panting and chanting his name. After a few more slow thrusts, she starts to move with more purpose.
“Please I need you to fuck me, Sai. Just fuck me hard. I missed you so much!”
It’s when she begs that he knows she’s ready. His thrusts pick up speed and force and Ino’s moans get progressively louder. His eyes feast on his cock, drenched in her arousal going in and out of her and her beautiful round ass bouncing with every thrust. He recalls something he read in an erotic book not long ago and he’s been eager for Ino to come back so he can try it with her.
“Do you trust me, Beautiful?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I trust you! Oh! Keep going!” she moans between thrusts.
The pace of his thrusting slows down and Sai palms her buttocks. His thumb settles on the other hole and Ino tenses instinctively, turning her head to meet his face.
“If you don’t like it let me know and I’ll stop.” Sai says softly. “I’ve read this increases pleasure for females.”
He begins to throw his hips forward again and his thumb makes small circles against her ass. He watches her face to make sure that she’s okay and to his delight, her eyes are closed, her mouth is open and pleasured sounds are coming out of it. Her hands are fisting the sheets so hard that her knuckles are white. Her pussy tightens around him and he knows that she likes it.
“Oh, Sai! Fuck me harder!”
He obliges and before long, his thrusts are more forceful, his thumb is still fondling her and his other hand finds her ponytail and she’s mindless with need and her pussy is clenching around him so impossibly tightly and he knows he won’t last much longer.
His thumb slips into her ass and Ino goes off like a firework as she screams his name and continues to do so as he rides her to completion, and fuck he comes so hard that all he sees is white.
After two naps and two more frenzied sessions of shameless lovemaking (to which they were sure they would get noise complaints from Ino’s neighbours), Ino finally found it in her to untangle herself from Sai’s embrace in order to get ready to meet Sakura for dinner.
She rummages through her suitcase and pulls out a little bag.
“I said I’d come back with a present for you.” she says, crawling back on the bed and holding out the bag for Sai.
“I thought sex was the present.” Sai says smiling, accepting the bag. Opening, he finds a variety of inks and paints. “Thank you, Beautiful.”
Ino giggles as Sai gives her a tender kiss. “I heard these are really really good, at least that’s what the man at the store said. You can use these when you’re not painting faces.”
“I love you, Ino.” Sai admits earnestly, stroking Ino’s ribs. It was rare for them to say it out loud but truly for once in his life, Sai means it.
Ino is taken aback by the sudden declaration but smiles all the same.
“I love you too. Now I really need to get ready otherwise I’ll be late.”
黑
The one good thing about being sent home early was that she wouldn’t be late to her dinner with Ino and they could have it at a reasonable hour. Ino picks a trendy fusion restaurant and is already there when Sakura arrives. They’re seated in a private booth, away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears.
Ino’s modelling career had taken off since she walked the runway for Himitsu Tori - whose legendary annual lingerie shows launched the careers of many top models. Ino was the most talked about model on that runway the year she first started walking for them and for good reason. Ino’s confidence was bolstered by her stunning platinum hair, ice blue eyes and the kind of body that served as the subject of fantasy for plenty of people (men and women alike). Ino had become one of the most recognisable models in the industry since that show. In fact a few months later, Himitsu Tori had announced that Yamanaka Ino was the brand’s latest ambassador and was now officially a Himitsu Tori Angel.
She was recognised almost everywhere she went, so having a private booth or room whenever they caught up was necessitated. The last thing they both wanted was something they discussed to be taken out of context and sold to gossip magazines or websites.
The thing about Ino that Sakura loves the most, is Ino’s ability to be grounded despite her successes and she didn’t develop the kind of arrogance that some other celebrities do. Ino is generous to a fault and would always bring home presents for Sakura and this trip back to Konoha is no exception.
“Here you go. Open it!” Ino bounces excitedly in her seat.
Sakura laughs as she opens the huge shopping bag. She pulls out a few boxes from Himitsu Tori. Of course Ino would get her lingerie. As childhood friends, they had discussed undergarments at length and they both shared the same love for beautiful lingerie. In high school, they had both saved up money from working part time jobs to buy their first Himitsu Tori set together. It had taken them months, given how expensive Himitsu Tori was. She remembers how beautifully the sales assistant packed their purchase into a flat, black box with a pale pink trim. She had nested the undergarments gently in pale pink tissue paper and finished the box with a ribbon in the same pink as the tissue paper and box trim.
Carefully she opens one of the boxes and peels back the tissue to reveal a muted seafoam blue lace set with tiny dusty pink accent bows. It’s so gorgeous that she can’t help but gasp as she strokes the lace carefully. Opening the black box still gives her the same thrill as it did back then.
“They’re from the latest collection. I think they’ll look super cute on you. Maybe show them off to someone?” Ino suggest, grinning.
“Thank you, they're beautiful. You know we’ve always bought lingerie for ourselves though.” Sakura says, rolling her eyes but she’s blushing nonetheless, the thought of someone seeing her in this sending a chill of excitement up her spine.
“I know, I know! But when guys see it, it drives them so crazy!” Ino giggles. Clearly she’s thinking about Sai, her Konoha boyfriend.
Ino had met Sai on a photoshoot when he did her makeup. She asked him out and the rest was history. However since Ino spent a lot of time overseas, she had proposed an open relationship. She was already in two other open relationships at the time- one in Paris and one in New York. However Sakura knew that Sai was particularly special to her. Ino had no other reason to return to Konoha, save for her yearly visits to her parents but she made more frequent trips back after she started a relationship with Sai.
“Wait, do you wear the same stuff for all your boyfriends?” Sakura asks.
“For Paris and New York, yeah. They’re just for when I don’t want to eat or sleep by myself.” Ino shrugs, waving her hand as if she were swatting away a fly. “Sai gets the nice stuff.”
Sakura laughs, shaking her head. Seriously this girl! Ino hated to be lonely - it’s not that she was scared, she just preferred to be in the company of people. Before she had bought her own apartment in Konoha, she had regularly stayed with Sakura (even though she paid for a hotel room and kept all her luggage there).
“So what’s been happening with you? How’s the internship going? Where was it that you’re doing it at again?”
“Uchiha Enterprises. I’m almost halfway through it now.”
“Uchiha Enterprises…” Ino says slowly, “Oh! I’ve seen pictures of the guy who owns it or runs it or something. He’s really hot. If he wasn’t born a Uchiha, he’d definitely be a model. Have you seen him yet or is he one of those high and mighty ‘I’m-too-good-to-grace-you-with-my-presence’ types?”
“I uh, actually work directly for him.” Sakura says, a little sheepish.
“Really?!” Ino squeals, “What’s he like? By working directly for him, are you his personal assistant or something?”
“Technically the title is Executive Assistant.” Sakura corrects her, “He’s fine. He’s just really busy sometimes so it’s sometimes stressful when he needs certain reports and I have to organise his schedule and his personal things.”
“Just fine? Is he ‘just fine’ or is he ‘fiiiiiiiine’? I feel like you’re not telling me something, Forehead.” Ino probes as their cocktails arrive.
“There’s nothing to say!” Sakura says, insistent. She doesn’t want to share the story of that night with Ino, knowing that Ino has the propensity to make mountains out of molehills. She doesn’t need Ino to feed her boy theories or draw up probability charts or decision trees. It was a mistake. There’s not much else to it.
“Fine.” Ino huffs before dropping her voice to a whisper, “Do you know if he’s got a girlfriend? I was reading a magazine and there’s all sorts of rumours he’s involved with a model or something. I want to know if I know her!”
“I have no idea.” Sakura says honestly.
“How could you not know? You deal with his personal things too don’t you?”
“My job doesn’t involve picking out presents for his girlfriend or anything. I don’t even know if he has one or if he’s just being super secretive. The only thing I do know is that he sends flowers to someone every month.”
Ino sighs.
“I’m changing departments in two weeks anyway so it’s not as if I’ll be able to find any more than that."
“What a pity.”
While Sakura looks forward to finding out which department she’ll be moving to next and learning even more before her internship ends, she cannot deny that perhaps in the three months she was Sasuke’s executive assistant, she learned more than what she could have in any other department. However, in some small corner of her mind, a very tiny, miniscule part of her agrees that it was indeed a pity.
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Things I Say In Silence
Have I told you lately how much I love you? More than anything.
“Good morning.”
Have I mentioned how much I owe you?
Has it come up, that I don’t know what I would ever do without you?
“I know you hate it when I don’t eat breakfast, but I swear I’m taking a protein bar. There’s coffee in the pot.”
Did you know that I love to watch your back? And I don’t just mean look on as you fiercely protect everything dear to you, but that too. It’s just- the muscles in your back are- I mean wow. They just ripple sometimes and I become dumbfounded.
A cough. “Don’t forget your coat.”
“You’re always looking out for me.”
Once, I saw you lift a cart above your head so the owner could get some fruit that had rolled underneath. I literally walked right into a wall. I don’t know who, but someone must have seen and I must find them. To silence them.
“I love you Anata.”
How long has it been since I told you I love you?
It must be minutes.
I don’t express myself with words very well, and unless I excel at something I prefer not to do it.
So I tell you with my hand. I brush your hair from your eyes and cup your cheek. I hold your hand where people can see and when we are alone.
I tell you with my forehead pressed to yours, with my lips at your temple.
I tell you with my mouth on yours, with my teeth as they nip your nose in a tease.
I tell you with my back. With it, I shield you from harm. I have the scars to prove what I would do for you.
I love you and I tell you in the only ways I know how.
Have I mentioned lately how full and warm it makes me feel, to know that you understand every word?
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