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Sasuke recognizes her immediately when he enters the room, and it isn’t because of her pink hair.
It’s because of her scent.
He doesn’t know her name, but he’s seen her around the village. He’s heard other Alphas talk about her: the pink haired Omega, the civilian nurse at the hospital, the medicinal herbs specialist that makes expensive and effective salves for shinobi.
She sat with him once, at the hospital, and applied a lotion directly to his bicep, but it happened even before she touched him.
It happened the second she entered his hospital room, the second he inhaled and smelled her sweet scent, a mix of his favorite tea leaves that he’s tried to brew since and haven’t smelled as pure and lovely, sweet jasmine, and the smell of honeysuckle, a flower he’d like to place between his lips and inhale like her sweet scent.
Sasuke feels woozy when he inhales, and desperate when he exhales. He remembers this feeling from when she touched him, but her delicious scent is disorienting enough.
What is she doing here in the Hokage’s office?
“Watch your tone, Uchiha,” Tsunade warns.
Oh, he must have said that out loud. He has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, Hokage-sama. I meant, is this about a mission?”
Tsunade’s eyes narrow, but she licks her lips and moves forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a pretty flush on Sakura’s cheeks. Has he embarrassed her? Or worse, hurt her feelings by his comment? He hadn’t meant to be rude, but the way her scent invaded his senses left him incapable of proper speech.
“Yes, this is about a mission.” Tsunade shifts in her seat behind her desk, a frown on her face. For someone who acts like an Alpha, you can tell easily from her scent, or lack thereof, that she’s a beta. A strong, powerful beta that could easily send him flying through the wall behind him if she decided to. “It’s an escort mission to the Land of Lightning—you’re familiar with the route, aren’t you?”
Sasuke nods his head.
“Our medicinal herbs specialist needs to cultivate a specific plant that grows near the far North,” Tsunade explains. “Unfortunately, she can’t go alone. It will be at least a seven day trip on foot if you walk, and take the safest route… And even then, you’ll still be sleeping in the woods most nights.”
“So I’m to escort… her,” he says, gesturing toward the girl, whose name he doesn’t even know yet, but whose scent he’s figmented in dreams, “to the Land of Lightning.”
“Sakura Haruno,” Tsunade supplies.
Her name fits her hair, he thinks, a sheet of vibrant pink that cascades down her back that matches the color of cherry blossoms, all the way to her narrow waist. She takes care of her hair—she can afford to; she is not a ninja, she is a civilian doctor who happens to understand the intricacies of herbal medicine, and healing. It’s beautiful, more beautiful than any woman’s hair he’s ever seen, but he wants to push it behind her ears so he can see her gland on the side of her neck.
Sasuke almost shakes his head before looking back at the Hokage. “When do we leave?”
“Go home, get some rest,” Tsunade offers. “You can both leave first thing in the morning. There’s no rush to get there, the plants have nowhere to go, and there’s no rush to get back… Remember that Sakura isn’t a ninja like you, Sasuke,” she reminds him. “She needs to rest. I’ll give you three weeks to complete the mission, give or take.”
“Understood.”
“And, one more thing…” Tsunade’s lips curl into a sly smirk. “Walk Sakura home. It’s getting late.”
Sasuke nods, decidedly ignoring her smirk as he tries to keep his eyes from narrowing. “Yes, Hokage-sama.”
Sasuke opens the door, and waits a moment for Sakura. When she doesn’t take the hint that he’s holding the door for her, he clears his throat and then says, “Haruno-san, are you coming?”
She seems to shake herself out of something, turning a pretty pink color that matches her hair, and he wonders how far that flush goes down past the modest collar of her dress, lovely civilian clothes that define her waist and a long skirt that flares out at the hips. It’s a pretty green that matches her eyes, sparkling emeralds that make contact with his shyly. “Sorry, Uchiha-san—”
“Sasuke is fine,” he supplies quickly. He’d rather move past formalities now, and he’d like to hear her say his name, too.
She smiles demurely. “Okay, Sasuke. You can call me Sakura, then.”
Sakura moves past him through the doorway, and Sasuke is close enough that her scent nearly floors him. He inhales deeply. She smells delectable, too good, how is he ever going to survive this mission?
“Thank you,” she says, turning around to meet his gaze, but when she sees him: pupils dilated, nostrils flared, eyes staring down at her, scent spiking and agitated, her mouth falls open and her eyes widen. She stammers, “is—is everything alright, Sasuke?”
He shakes his head, and tries to hold his breath, closing the door behind him as Sakura backs away. When her back hits the wall, he doesn’t take another step forward, leaving enough space between them so that Sakura can breathe. Sasuke takes a deep breath, and there’s enough space between them that he gets a little oxygen and everything is a little less fuzzy. He relaxes, if only a little, and he’s able to start breathing regularly. “Everything is fine. Where do you live, Sakura?”
When Sakura smells him relax, she relaxes, too. “I… I live a few blocks away from the hospital, in the apartments past the market, but you don’t have to walk me home, Sasuke. I’ll be fine. The Uchiha District is on the other side of town—”
“It’s fine.” He starts walking down the hall, out of the Hokage tower. She follows him. “I insist.”
“Well, thank you, Sasuke-kun.” She smiles, and what a pretty smile she has, lips plush and soft-looking. They’re painted pink today, but last time he saw her they were red, and he decides that he likes both. “I appreciate it.”
They walk in a comfortable silence down the city streets. It’s late now, and Konoha becomes quiet when the sun goes down. It’s summer, and the civilian kids are off from school, usually dancing through the streets with their friends, but they’re home now. It seems like it’s just the two of them on the street. The hospital looks dead as they pass it, and Sakura stops. “Do you mind if I grab something from my office, Sasuke-kun?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all. Lead the way.”
She smiles at him, again, and it makes his heart flutter, a little. Just enough that he’s sure his scent might have spiked slightly, embarrassingly. He follows her into the hospital, to the elevator where Sakura idles, but then says, “maybe we should take the stairs.”
Relieved, Sasuke agrees. He couldn’t imagine standing in an elevator with her, her scent overtaking his scenes and leaving him breathless and nearly confused. He’s afraid he might say something he regrets, not that he’d ever touch her, but he’s sure something stupid might come out of his mouth if he’s left alone in an enclosed area with her. He nearly fell to his knees when she passed under his nose while she walked by him; standing in an elevator couldn’t be good for his health.
They walk up two flights, and he follows her down the hallway to her office. She stops in front of a large wood door with her name on it, reaches into the pocket of her skirt and pulls out a set of keys, unlocking the door. “I’ll just be a moment. You can come in, have a seat…” she trails off, stepping into her office and immediately scurrying over to the bookshelf and trailing her fingers over the spines of textbooks.
Sasuke takes a step into her office, and is immediately overwhelmed. Everything, absolutely everything, in the entire office smells like her.
It smells like she lives here.
Sasuke takes a step out of the office, holding his breath. “I’ll be right outside, Sakura.”
“Sure,” she says, unfazed, and continues scavenging through her books. Sasuke takes a few more steps away from the office, back into the sterile hallways of the hospital, nostrils filling with the nearly stinging and acrid smell of antiseptic. It’s better, less dizzying and more orienting.
When she’s done, she locks the door behind her. She’s carrying three textbooks, and heavy ones by the looks of it. They look bigger than her. Sasuke immediately grabs them from her, his hand grazing hers, his finger touching the gland on her wrist mistakenly. They both gasp, and the books clatter to the ground.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” Sasuke says, and immediately bends to the floor and begins picking up her books. He did not mean to touch her gland, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel glorious, that soft, sweet patch of skin on her wrist that would smell like her scent bottled, almost as delicious as the one on her neck. He could scent her here, make her smell like him until everybody thinks she’s his.
He doesn’t do that. He picks up her books, and begins stalking off maybe a little too fast toward the stairwell. She trails after him, trying to catch up, before she says, “Sasuke-kun, wait!”
He slows down until he’s walking at her pace again. “Uh, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she says. “You must be in such a rush to get home. Were you just coming back from a mission?”
“No,” he says. “Just training with my team.”
“You’re on the same team as Naruto-san, right?” Sakura asks.
“Yes.” Sasuke nods his head. “Do you know him?”
“I’ve treated Naruto-san… many, many times,” she says between laughs. Sasuke smirks, knowing exactly what she’s talking about: Naruto is a klutz, and often ends up in the hospital in need of healing because of it. “He is very kind.”
Sasuke snorts. “He’s something.”
When they make it to Sakura’s apartment, Sakura stops and turns to Sasuke with a smile. “This is it.”
“Can I drop off your text books for you?” he asks quietly, and then shakes his head. “Only if you’re comfortable, obviously, and—”
“Sure, Sasuke-kun,” she says and her smile only widens. “Thank you.”
Sasuke follows behind her up the stairs that leads to her apartment door. She unlocks it quietly, and then let’s Sasuke in behind her. If her office smelled incredible, then her home smells unreal. It smells like laying in a field of flowers, lush and bright, like opening up a used book at the library, crisp and somehow fresh. It smells like Sakura rolling onto him in the morning, her hair over her shoulder, neck exposed to his sharp teeth, tongue grazing her gland as he tastes her scent with his tongue.
“You can put those on the kitchen table,” she says. She’s smiling at him, and he’s suffocating. He could actually die, maybe.
Sasuke quickly places the books down on the table, and then makes a sprint for the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he says, before locking the door behind him, and shutting it swiftly. He takes a big lungful of the air around him, and sprints home.
…
The Uchiha District is always full of life, cursed with the hustle and bustle of every mundane village. The Uchiha’s settled on the outskirts of Konoha, not quite part of the village and not quite one of its own. It’s over 20 acres large, and lined with vendors, homes, businesses, and the entire police force of Konoha.
Sasuke calls it home.
When he enters the gates, he slows his pace to moseying. He greets his Aunt and Uncle who own the candy stand at the entrance, cleaning up for the day as they offer him sweets he kindly declines. He isn’t one for candies, and he isn’t one to take something he won’t use. He greets his nieces and nephews as they are running back to their home as the sun sets. When he finally makes it to his own, small home, he unlocks his door and pads through with a sigh.
Sasuke strips to his boxers, and begins to make a dinner of eggs, rice, and tomatoes, something simple that he can handle after a long mission. If he’d had the energy, he’d have walked the extra mile into the district to his parent’s house and joined them for dinner, but he couldn’t bear to walk much further.
Once he’s full and settled, Sasuke walks into his bedroom and sighs when he sees his messy bed and his laundry on the floor that he hasn’t tended to in a while due to missions. He gathers his soiled clothes, throws them in the hamper, and gathers clean linens from the closet. He makes his bed, gathers his lightest quilt against the summer warmth, and decides to check in early for the night.
He’s exhausted, but sleep evades him. He stares up at the ceiling, hands laced behind his head, as he thinks. His mind is crawling with thoughts of Sakura: Sakura, in her emerald green dress, blushing in embarrassment as he holds the door for her. Sakura, brushing her hair out of her face and over her shoulder, innocently showing off the plush gland on her neck. Sakura, in her office, her scent surrounding them like a warm, soft blanket, cocooning him like it’s her own arms wrapped around him.
Then, he closes his eyes, and his thoughts change. Sakura, sliding her emerald dress down her arms, showing off her bony shoulders. Sakura, tilting her head slightly, baring her ripe gland to him like an offering. Sakura, in her office, on her desk in lordosis, baring her pussy to him, wet with slick, ready for his knot.
This isn’t the first time he’s fantasized about Sakura. It’s not the second, or third time since she helped him in the hospital after that mission a few months ago.
It’s not the first time he’s touched himself thinking about her, and he’s sure it won’t be the last.
Sasuke throws the cover off of himself, unearths his cock from his underwear, and strokes himself mercilessly to the thought of Sakura in his bed, now, on her back, legs open wide so he can get a good look at her dripping cunt. It would be perfect, and pink, and it would strangle and milk him for all he’s worth.
He’s almost there, and then he thinks about her asking him—no, begging him to mate her, and he falls over the edge, finishing in viscous globs of white on his stomach, and into the curly, black hair at the base of his cock.
After a moment Sasuke sighs, and throws his clean arm over his eyes. It takes him a moment to get up, and he curses when he realizes he’ll be going to sleep much later than anticipated now that he needs a shower.
Sasuke rises from his bed, strips, leaving his soiled boxers on the ground by his bed, and walks toward the bathroom where he’ll take a long, cold shower and try to think about things other than pink haired omegas that smell so beautiful and divine that there aren’t enough suppressants in the world to stave off the scent.
Once he’s freezing and clean, he stumbles into bed and falls asleep naked to the lull of embarrassed blushes and quick brushes of his fingers against a gland he may never have the pleasure of feeling.
Summary: Sakura haunts their small home in grief, feeling already a ghost even while surrounded with beautiful raven-haired children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As she sees each and every one of them over the months that follow, a select few stare back with her own eyes. Most of them are so like her husband's, though, luciform soot flecked with silver, and she feels so sorry when she looks too long and starts to cry. Romance, Character Death, Sad With a Happy Ending, Sakura POV.
Disclaimer: I did not write Naruto. This is a fan-made piece solely created for entertainment purposes.
Rating: T
A/N: A little late to this prompt, but better late than never, I suppose. This has been sitting in my drafts since June, but reading it made me emotional and I got distracted by writing things for Like Gold. I apologize for the tardiness!
Sasusaku Month 2021, Day 7 Prompt: Years Past @ssskmonth
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Sakura passes in her sleep, marcid and weary of a broken heart and missing mismatched eyes, at the age of eighty-two.
It is longer than most Shinobi make it by far, but she doesn't feel very grateful for it, in the last five excruciating months of her life.
Her husband hadn't made it to eighty-two; Sasuke-kun passed in December. It had been peaceful, all three of their children, most of their grandchildren, and even some great grandchildren, the ones not on missions outside of the village, at his bedside.
Sakura had been there, too, old and frail and holding his hand. She'd kissed him goodbye tearily, sensing it was almost time after decades of watching it happen to others inside secluded hospital walls. It had been in front of nearly all of their descendants, family the only thing helping to hold her together in his final moments.
He hadn't complained. He'd kissed her back, for everyone to see, and Sarada and the twins had started crying, then, squeezing their hands around those of their parents, because they knew it really was time.
He had thanked her, said her name one last time, all equanimity even then. Then, so softly, "I love you. I'll see you next time," before he went, bones settling wearily at long last.
There had been melancholy in his expression even in death, wrinkled skin turning glaucous and beginning to sag against old, hardened muscle.
Sasuke-kun was buried next to Itachi’s memorial. There is a plot he saved for her on his other side, his right arm, the hand she held so many times in life.
Sakura haunts their small home in grief, feeling already a ghost even while surrounded with beautiful raven-haired children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As she sees each and every one of them over the months that follow, a select few stare back with her own eyes. Most of them are so like her husband's, though, luciform soot flecked with silver, and she feels so sorry when she looks too long and starts to cry. Little Satoko, their newest great-grandchild all of eleven months old who she dotes on endlessly, reaches at her wrinkled cheeks to try to wipe them dry, babbling out a garbled version of "Oobasan, no cwy." He is talking earlier than most babies, stormy eyes eerily full of awareness and an endless lineage, just like Sarada at that age. Sakura laughs as she sobs, cradling him close to her heart, and looking out her window at their daughter's visage on the mountain. It is also Satoko's grandmother's image; it is hard to believe their sweet little baby is now old enough to be a grandmother. She remembers the first time Sarada had smiled at Sasuke-kun, the first time he held her at only an hour old, and he broke down sobbing.
She makes the trek to Sasuke-kun's grave every day for 138 days, each step an arduous agony, before stooping down to lay a fresh daffodil atop the soil where her husband's bones rest. She has also planted white lilies around his headstone, the same as those that surround Itachi's and the Uchiha Memorial Stone. Her children help her keep them watered as needed through a short spring drought; she is too old to carry a watering can now without spilling.
She misses him. It hurts worse than Sasori's poison or Madara stabbing her or giving birth or a giant shuriken nearly cleaving her in two.
There is joy to be found in the desolation, too, in her last few months of life. Their progenies throw her a birthday party like none other, and she eats her fill of cake while watching little hands eat some, too. Little Satoko dances, or moreso balters, with Sarada in time to a dramatic song he finds by pressing buttons on the radio; it is not a very appropriate tune for a dance with a toddler, all clumsy crescendo and orchestra, but amusing all the same. Sasuke-kun would have smiled, if he were there.
The white lilies bloom before her eyes one last time, resplendent and perfect. She gets to hear about Haruki making Chunin on the first try, every bit the pride of the Uchiha, reborn anew with Sharingan blazing. She even gets to see Akiko make Jonin in person, ambitious and ingenious with Sharingan and diamond seal on her forehead setting her apart from her adversaries in the arena.
But finally, at long last, it is her culminating day. 138 days doesn't seem like a long time to be without him, compared to the larger number of days he was absent in their youth, but she finds it is worse, following their life together.
She tells them all she loves them and falls asleep for the last time, watches their confluence of family say goodbye from above. Sarada and the twins cry the hardest, clinging to her body as her heart finally pumps for the last time. Satoko is too young to understand, but he pats at her, too, in a sea of dark-haired descendants that she knows will continue to bring honor back to a clan revived at the brink of death. She takes in each and every one of their beautiful faces one last time, faces so similar to Sasuke-kun's; not a single one of them has her nose.
It is a legacy of love they have created, exactly the dream they started willing into color the day they discovered they had made Sarada together.
Crickets chirp, cicadas buzz, and there are a few fireflies leaking out of the greenery, soft light reflectant in the stillness of the water. It is serene. She had sat on this dock many times with her husband, when he was alive, on his right side so she could hold his hand. He told her she was beautiful during Hanami here, every year. She shifts to begin the process of sitting down, planning on leaving the space he'd taken up in life empty for him, in case his ghost is around. She has felt it, sometimes, tugging at her own spirit; she leaves his side of the bed empty every night, trying to will him back to her.
Then, she is on a dock that has slightly singed edges, looking over a small, familiar pond.
It is a spring evening, the sun just falling beneath the horizon and cherry blossoms abloom, and she thinks that is strange, because it is June and Hanami has already passed them by. Satoko had been so cute in his new outfit; she had made it herself, not much else to do in their empty house filled with aching memories. The tiny uchiwa on the back of his collar was sewn with the utmost care, the kind that came from decades of practice.
As Sakura shifts, she looks down, and she is startled to see pink hair instead of white, and no wrinkles. She crouches to analyze herself more closely in water still as glass, and there are no creaking old bones. She is young again, somehow.
She is overjoyed; she will be able to water the white lilies herself again. She can even dance with little Satoko now.
Light footsteps sound behind her, and just as she stands and turns, she is being swept into an unfamiliar yet comforting pair of arms. A woman with long inky hair, black as night, is hugging her tight.
"Thank you for loving my son." She breathes immediately, and Sakura starts crying, because she somehow knew who it was before she even said anything, without even seeing her face. When her eyes focus blearily through tears over Mikoto Uchiha's shoulder, Sasuke-kun's brother is walking up not far behind her.
Itachi Uchiha is smiling at her like she's done something wonderful, like he has been waiting for years to meet her. He is younger, healthier here, flecks of silver dancing in eyes just like her husband's, just like their childrens'. There's an impossible ache in her chest.
He waits patiently for his mother to pull back. When she finally does, Sakura looks into her eyes, and Mikoto is smiling at her so big, like she hung the moon in the sky, beginning to peek out from behind clouds above them.
"I have waited so long to meet you." She says, eyes shining, and her eyes are like Sasuke-kun's, too. "You are so beautiful."
Then Itachi is embracing her, and Sakura cries harder, because his arms feel almost like Sasuke-kun's arm had felt, slipping around her for sixty-one years of marriage, the same height and strong.
"I have waited, too. It's an honor. Thank you, for everything." Itachi says as she sobs.
"They are so beautiful, too, Sakura." Mikoto adds softly, hand at her shoulder, and she knows she means their children, Mikoto's grandchildren that she hasn't gotten to hold yet, Sarada and the twins and their children and all the others. Little Satoko had made twenty-seven blood relatives; including spouses who married into the clan, the number was thirty-eight, and there were two more babies on the way, yet.
Itachi lets her go, smile tender when he pulls away. He directs his gaze momentarily to the path leading up the hill, as if he's looking for someone.
She follows his gaze; Fugaku Uchiha is coming over the top, all stoicism even as a spirit. He stops momentarily and gives her a nod of recognition, not breaking eye contact for a long time.
Then, he glances back over his shoulder, tilts his head as if telling someone to follow him down the hill, and Sakura is running, though she hasn't been able to for years.
Sasuke-kun is all of twenty again, young and strong, too handsome for his own good and every bit the sweet but stoic man she fell in love and grew old with. He's smiling at her, just for her, and she's in his arms - he has both, here - in the blink of mismatched, teary eyes.
His arms feel like home, two spirits together in permanence at long last. It is the same feeling as the little piece of heaven they touched together whenever they made love, souls intertwining, but this time for good. She has missed him. Oh, she has missed him.
"...I told you I'd see you next time." He murmurs against her hair.
No one has really heard Uchiha Sasuke laugh – not after his family’s massacre, not after he came back from the Valley of Death, not after he returned after years’ worth of top secret missions. No one has really heard Uchiha Sasuke laugh. Not in public.
So it catches them off guard when they see him walk through the familiar streets of Konoha again, devoid of his poncho and replaced with light blue vests and dark overalls, an arm’s breadth away from their newly instituted medical director, her pink hair easily spotted in a sea of crowd. His stoic face did not hide such soft expressions when he listened to her chatter as they passed through a busy street, his ears only seemingly tuned in to her voice, and his eyes seeing no one but her.
And when a by-passer heard her attempt a pick-up line they most likely heard from the younger generation, he blurted out a laugh.
Just a few seconds, muffled by his sleeve, but a laughter all the same. A sound only she can bring out in him, a sound tied to her person. Then, altogether, it was gone with the striding of feet and the mumblings of strangers on a road.
And almost, almost, they see him leaning down and teasing her with a kiss.
But they would never know it’s a symphony back in their home, a sound heightened from a throaty chuckle to a full rumble, joined with a delightful higher octave from her, and years later, to be followed with staggered, cute chirps from a raven-haired baby. A symphony only exclusive to the Uchiha family’s ears.
another list of my actual university experiences that would make hella fic prompts (continued from this)
“you ate all of my ice-cream out of the freezer when you were drunk/high and spent the next week trying to make it up to me” au
“there’s only one copy of this specific book left in the library and we both need it to complete an assignment with an extremely imminent deadline, ur taking it over my dead fucking body” au
“you knocked on my door piss-drunk in the middle of the night asking me to unlock ur bedroom door for u” au
“we’re both drunk and complimenting each other in the club bathroom, becoming progressively gayer by the minute” au
“my laptop’s fucked and consequently i couldn’t watch the latest twd episode, so u invited me to ur room to watch it with u instead” au
“ur so fucked after a night out that u can’t remember where ur building/dorm/room is, let me be a good samaritan and help” au
“you just did a death-defying stunt on ur skateboard in the quad which ended in disaster and i’m running over to help and asking if u need medical attention” au
“i only left my room to go smoke outside and ended up at a party i was invited to in passing, in all my greasy-haired sweatpants-wearing not-showered-for-three-days glory” au
“we’re using adjacent machines in the gym and trying to one-up each other without looking like we’re trying” au
“we both got invited to the same party by a mutual friend, and u spent the entire night sitting outside with me drunk as fuck and crying about ur recent breakup, all while continuously tryin to hug/kiss me” au
“u don’t know me and it’s a long story, but can i come in and use ur kettle to make a cup of tea?” au
“i had a panic attack in the middle of a club and had to go outside, where u were smoking and trying not to openly stare while i continued to hyperventilate” au
“ur trying to climb three flights of stairs with approximately three duffel bags two cardboard boxes three suitcases and a bedroll and this can only end in disaster, let me help” au
“we’re the only two people in this project group who actually give a fuck” au
“all of my dorm-mates think we’re fucking bc of how intensely we play video games” au
• “My stupid friends roped me into a mall scavenger hunt and you’re on the list” AU
• “We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike” AU
• “You’re adopting the cat that I’ve been trying to adopt for a week now” AU
• “You just moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her yardwork” AU
• “I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me” AU
• “My brother/sister asked me to break up with you for them i’m so sorry” AU
• “I’ve been receiving all your freaking mail since you moved out and you keep getting weird gifts from your brother make it stop” AU
• “Our dick landlord just evicted us both” AU
• “We both just moved in with our siblings and they’re neighbors” AU
• “I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name” AU
• “Your cat got my cat pregnant and now I have all these kittens please take them” AU
• “I’m your ex, you are a cop, and I just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly” AU
• “Remember that one time in college when we were at that party and you asked a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah well that was me and we’re adults now” AU
• “You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating” AU
• “You’re a cop, I’m a firefighter, we always work the same shifts” AU
• “You always ask me for help but I have weird health conditions that prevent me from doing so” AU
• “Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his” AU
• “My kid just shot a bottle rocket into your window” AU
• “We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” AU
• “That’s my fucking fish that you just caught give it back” AU
• “I’ve had a crush on you since the 11th grade but you’ve hated me ever since that one time” AU
• “The advertisement did not do you justice” AU
• “You jipped me of those concert tickets so I came to your house asshole” AU
• “You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but actually it’s because you’re stupidly hot” AU
• “Oh shit this isn’t my car” AU
• “You fell off the map 6 years ago and you think you can just waltz back into my life. Literally. You’re the dance instructor for my best friend’s wedding and we have history” AU
• “It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked ” AU
• “My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU
• “Did I mention that I had a dream about you last night? Oh right we’ve never talked about before” AU
• “Lol this was a terrible idea” AU
• “juSt a game? jUST A GaMe????? FUCK YOU I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN” or the “so competitive it’s almost sexual” AU
• “Aren’t you the person from marti gras last year?” AU
• “We’re both on the same multiple stop flight schedules to go to the same destination so we might as well stick together. Also your shoulder is a very comfortable pillow.” AU
• “Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough” AU
• “We’re in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops” AU
• “Somehow my gallery sculpture piece looks exactly like you how weird” AU
• “That tattoo on your chest is the exact same as mine” AU
• “I was actually awake when you did that thing” AU
• “Why do we keep running into each other when we live on opposite sides of the country?” AU
• “We need to be really quiet but you have the hiccups” AU
• “Why do you always walk your dog at exactly 12am every night? Do you not enjoy sleep?” AU
• “For the love of God, what is making that noise?” AU
• “Somehow you manage to scare me everytime we run into each other and i already get frightened very easily let me live” AU
I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life (jk yes I am)
I’ve met you in every single lifetime and I always hope it will work out but it doesn’t but I’ll still keep finding you again because those few days/months/years together with you are always so worth it
I meet and fall in love with you in every lifetime at the same age but your age is always different so it never works out and for the first time I’m meeting you when we’re the same age and I’m horrified that I might fuck this up
I skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and I know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back
We only remember each other in alternating lifetimes so every lifetime we have to find one another and convince each other that we’re soul mates but half the time I won’t believe you and half the time you’re already dating someone else
I don’t know how to tell you this but the reason you didn’t see me in our last reincarnation cycle is because for some fucked up reason I was reincarnated as your dog
We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime
Sasuke is Naruto’s dad, and Sakura and Naruto are getting married. Sasuke is a widower, and Sakura finds herself falling in love with her father in law
... but like would y’all read this. I could make this kinky
SASUSAKU MONTH ✿ JULY 2021 ✿ #ssm21
text list of prompts ✿ all rules + faq ✿ message ✿ twitter
calling all fans of sasusaku! 🌸🍅sasusaku month is a celebration of the relationship between uchiha sasuke and uchiha sakura (formerly known as haruno sakura). it runs every year from jul 1st - july 31st. during this celebratory month, sasusaku fans can join in to create and share fanwork. focus can be romantic or platonic friendship—however you enjoy them! 💖💙
key rules (all rules+faq):
✿ starting july 1st 2021, tag your posts with #ssm21 to be reblogged. please use it within the first 5 tags! to ensure we’ll see it, you can tag us @ssskmonth
Whenever I feel like writing abo sasusaku I feel like naruto should be an omega or a beta, but I actually love omega Naruto and bffs naruto and sakura? Like Naruto can always date Gaara in my head... Alpha Gaara x Omega Naruto yessssss
Getting into grad school means I have to write a grad student Sakura grad prof Sasuke AU... right?
- Social worker AU because COULD U IMAginE THEM ALL AS PRECIOUS SOCIAL WORKERS
- Sasuke and Naruto because they’re foster kids!!!!!
- Sakura because she’s an absolute queen ready to serve u as the best therapist you’ve ever had
- Professor Sasuke is very serious about a profession that Sakura thinks???? Should spark joy????
- but obviously Sasuke is always “vewy sewious”
- Lmao Sasuke in his mid thirties burnt out from being a case worker taking a few years off to teach and he might actually be more tired of his students than he ever was about the foster system of Konoha
- well that’s just not true but he just doesn’t love it OKAY
- fresh faced Sakura finally knowing what she wants to do and being stuck in a research lab with the most by the book professor she’s ever MET
- still gets a straight A’s 💁🏻♀️
- running into Sasuke at the library where she works while he’s doing late night research on his post doctoral
- getting a little too close between the stacks when he helps her put her books away on the cart full of textbooks she pushes around on the night shift
- BREAKFAST IN THE MORNING AND HE BUYS HER PANCAKES
- hours spent in his office getting to know each other over her research project and when did they start sitting in silence together? He reads and she does her homework? Are they... friends?
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