#sasufuu

[brwnsugcr]

i do (wanna dance with you). word count: 2.7k

sasufuu. a wedding meet-cute. modern au.

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he zoned out for too long, apparently. he was being towed. by sakura, no less. “sakura, what the hell -?” too late. “hey, fuu! there’s someone I’d like you to meet!” …oh, no. “yo! sakura!” shit. it was worse up close. fuu visibly brightens at the sight of her friend, her arms already out for the bride to throw herself into them. sasuke didn't realize there was a drastic slip up the other side of her dress that he did not see, visibly swallowing as he clutches his glass a little tighter. “so. who's the fella with ya?” she says as they part, swinging their hands back and forth. “someone who is very important to me,” sakura begins, looking over at sasuke in earnest. sasuke arches an eyebrow. sakura winks back. “and who apparently can’t seem to take his eyes off you. thought I’d bring him over here and end his suffering.” “I have a name,” sasuke hisses at her. he doesn’t get flustered a lot. “and…I wasn’t staring.”

[thiccjutsu]

2024 is the year of rarepairs and self indulgence ✨✨✨

[brwnsugcr]

nothing worth repeating, huh?

rating: teen word count: 1.7k

sasuke and fuu, in yet another modern au! are we surprised? bc we shouldn't be!

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“I told my mother you were my date tonight.” he doesn't know why he decided to admit this, now, when he could have brought it up earlier. or never. “she was…persistent.” might as well. fuu goes noticeably quiet. sasuke swallows. she was still listening. “what…did she say?” she asks slowly when he doesn't elaborate further, like she thought he would, eyes darting. “when you told her? I'm totally cool with this by the way. I love your mom.” the way he rolled his eyes was fond. “she lit up like a fucking christmas tree.” “is that why she was staring at us earlier?” “mm.” “does she…think we're…dating, or something?” a beat. “sauce —?” 

[brwnsugcr]

out of context wips

Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional

I was tagged by my angel baby @powerful-niya hehehe let's do it!

context what is context? pick ya faaave.

saku drunky drunky

sasuke, fuu, and the fake marriage thing

girlfriend does my makeup but make it inoten and they're just Really Good Friend

kakasaku and the anbu au

ten "i kissed a girl and i liked it" ten

naruto and hinata mix business with pleasure in a private public bathroom

there is a hinata in naruto's house??

Voting ended onMar 27, 2024

I have a few more but they're all sentences I just wrote down so I don't forget them! anyways tagging @luckycharming and @rosebrided 💕

[thiccjutsu]

I really said put the THEE hot girl sasuke uchiha aka the shadow hokage aka sharingan no sasuke with THEE forest nymph lucky number seven jinchuriki who is literally a fucking fairy fuu of takigakure for shits and giggles only to have now written 70k words worth of content for them

[brwnsugcr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

summary.

she decides to sign up for one of those dating-apps-disguised-as-friendship-apps through tenten’s influence. naruto thinks it’s kind of dumb.

chapter 13 preview. playing with fire

this chapter contains sexual content.

“a video call?”

“I needed your opinion on something.”

“why are you whispering?”

“I’m in a, um…a changing room.”

“where?”

fuu flips her camera, switching from showing herself the chest up, to her full body in the mirror.

“...oh.”

fuu pirouettes, one hand supporting her back as she shows off the fabric - or rather, lack thereof - that clings to her skin. the colors she had picked out are choices she normally doesn’t go for (reds, golds, pinks), and needed a second pair of eyes.

a second pair of eyes that specifically belonged to her boyfriend.

[brwnsugcr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

suddenly, you chapter 11 is live !

rating: explicit word count: 4.6k

chapter premise: fuu spends the night at casa naruhina. what she doesn't know is that she's really spending the night with sasuke. 

alt: fuu and sasuke, no interruptions, and fully caving to their desires.

disclaimer: this chapter contains sexual content.

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sasuke waits until he hears the second door shut. 

fuu’s eyes are glued to the tv, mesmerized by its contents. or maybe she can’t not look away, because she, too, recognizes that they are alone. for now.

sasuke tucks a hand under her chin to catch her attention.

“—?” 

no time for questions.

fuu sighs softly, lips yielding against his. he moves in to cup the other cheek, taking their kiss in a sweeter direction. 

“naruto’s going to bring you blankets,” he murmurs, holding her there. “wait ten minutes, then come to me.”

“where are you going?” dumbfounded, a flustered fuu watches sasuke put space between them once more, coming to a stand. his answer sends an army of butterflies right to her tummy.

“my bedroom.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

at dusk, we blossomed.

rating: t word count: 4.4k

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out of all things she expects him to say - which is a very limited, very sad list - he takes her by surprise yet again.

“I’m having a wonderful time.” and his deadpanned, smooth delivery is what leaves her snorting. “I don’t know why you’re laughing,” he adds in the same unchanging tone, blinking at her pointedly.

the corner of his lips curve faintly, forever etched in her memory.

...

naruto and hinata are still there by the time they arrive, making googly eyes and giggling at… whatever it is they’re goin’ on about. the closer fuu and sasuke draw near, the slower fuu begins to walk, trailing behind sasuke out of a sudden shyness. she clutches at her bare midriff, making a face as her tummy continues to talk to her. sasuke was right. she’s worked up an appetite.

when she is no longer keeping pace, sasuke stops and looks at her, arching his eyebrow again. damn, is she really that obvious?

“yes. for someone who’s ‘starving’, you move like a snail.”

there she goes, thinking out loud again. “hey! that’s not…”

“order what you want. I’ll cover.”

not that she needed financial aid, but sasuke’s forwardness rubs her in all the right ways. he could be taking pity on her and is really doing this to cease her babbling for a while. he could be here to sit with naruto and wait for him to come down from hinata land.

“are you gonna get anything?” she asks.

“I might.”

“sasuke? fuu-chan?”