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SasuSaku and Kdramas
Where Sakura becomes addicted to Kdramas, and Sasuke might just have a (not so) little issue with it especially with his wife’s so called “oppas”
Jealous Sasuke??? 😏
Someone please make this and the whole SasuSaku fandom will love you forever. Arigatou gozaimasu💕
P.S. Can one of the kdramas be CLOY? Please 🙏🏻
title: the condominium summary: we’ve got a new neighbor in town date: 07.05.14 prompt: day five – keepsake notes: alternate universe rating: k warning(s): none chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
.05.
“Um…hi.”
Sasuke blinked.
When he had gone to answer the soft knock on his apartment door, he hadn’t been expecting her – Sakura.
“I’m sorry; is this a bad time?” She shifted on her feet, features clearly expressing regret as her brows furrowed with uncertainty, “I know I said I was going to check up on you, but you were already checked out by the time I came by, and I’ve been crazy-busy since then.” She took a step back, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I shouldn’t have assumed–”
Sasuke stepped aside, opening his door wider, “It’s not a bad time. I was just finishing up some paperwork.”
She blinked, still hesitant, before a smile curled her lips, “Okay. Thank you. I, um, brought some snacks?” She held up a tray with two coffee cups and a brown, paper bag, “I just got off work but there’s this amazing coffee and sweets shop just down the street.”
“…I don’t…like sweets,” Sasuke admitted as he closed the door, watching as she began to unpack the food onto the kitchen counter.
“Good thing I got your coffee black,” Sakura smiled, lifting the cup, “I figured you had your preferred creamer, or whatever, here. And I got bagels, in case you didn’t like the pastries.”
“You’re very…prepared,” Sasuke observed, one brow raised as he watched her neatly line the options.
“Well,” She shrugged, “I barely know you. I might as well cover my bases.” She grabbed her cup and sipped on it, closing her eyes as the warm substance warmed her throat, “Yum.” Then, remembering her manners, she grabbed his coffee and held it out for his right hand to take. She eyed his cast, “How’s the arm?”
It had been a few days since he was discharged from the hospital. Sipping on his own coffee, Sasuke glanced down at the white cast and shrugged his right shoulder.
“I’ve managed. At least it’s not my right hand.”
She grinned, “That’s good.”
He stared at her and her beaming smile for several moments before tentatively moving towards the armchair. He didn’t invite guests over, and, when Ino and Naruto came around, they just made themselves comfortable without his consent. Without prodding, Sakura settled herself on the couch perpendicular to his armchair, curiously observing the interior of his apartment as she drank her coffee.
“…So, uh, I feel like we got off on a really…unconventional start.” Sasuke raised a brow and Sakura giggled, “I mean…I don’t want you to feel weird, but I kind of knew about you, before I actually met you.”
Sasuke sighed, “Ino.”
“Ino,” She agreed with a shake of her head. “So I feel kind of bad that the information between the two of us isn’t…even.” She smiled, “But, from my own personal experience, I’ve already gathered that you’re a pretty nice guy – considering what you did for me on the elevator.”
“Better than having to deal with a mental breakdown,” Sasuke responded with a half-shrug.
“Nevertheless, you didn’t have to do what you did. And I appreciate that.”
Sasuke stared at her and sighed again, “So, what has that nuisance told you?”
Sakura giggled, “Oh, so you think she’s annoying too? I think we’re off to a splendid start then.” When Sasuke smirked, Sakura grinned brightly, “She hasn’t shared much about you. All I know is that you both went to high school together and she ‘saved you from social boredom’ because you were ‘a pariah of fun’. Her words, I swear.”
Sasuke scoffed, “I was blunt towards her. That’s it. I think I was just a breath of fresh air from all the popularity that followed her.”
“Either way, she appreciated the friendship you offered her. You kept her real.” Sakura smirked, “Thank you for that.”
“It’s not hard to do. She’s not stupid.”
“But she can be a little reckless.”
“There’s that.” Sasuke took another sip of his drink before eyeing Sakura, her eyes lowered as she got lost in her own thoughts, “…So she told you a lot about me. Why haven’t I heard anything about you?”
Sakura looked at him and held a hand to her heart, “Ouch, Sasuke.”
His eyes widened, “I didn’t–”
She laughed, “Relax.” She stared down at her cup and her countenance became a little more reserved, “…I asked her not to talk about me. I know how she is – I’ve heard about these mysterious friends of hers – Kiba, Shikamaru, Chouji, Karin, you – and I guess I didn’t want to be talked about. Not to say she would speak ill of me but…” She smiled fondly, “I’d just rather not. And she respected that. I…liked the idea that I could make friends on my own, without this preconceived picture painted in people’s minds, especially since it was my dream to move back to Konoha. And it’s a pretty small city and Ino’s name carries a lot of weight. I don’t mind being associated with her but I don’t want to be a name attached to hers. I wanted to make my own.”
Sasuke completely understood the need to make one’s own name, himself, “…You said ‘move back’ to Konoha?”
Sakura nodded, “I went to West Konoha Elementary School with Ino and then I moved to Sunagakure. When a residency position opened up at Senju Hospital, I knew I couldn’t pass up the chance.” She spread her arms out, “So, here I am.”
“Here you are.” He repeated with a small smirk.
She smiled, “And what about you, Uchiha Sasuke? Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?” He drawled, examining his coffee cup – Sakura’s name was scribbled on the side with a heart beside it.
“Anything you wish to tell,” She replied, “Though I’d like to update my knowledge. Ino says you’re a hermit. And that you like an unhealthy amount of tomatoes.”
“Tomatoes are far from unhealthy,” Sasuke scoffed. She giggled and he sighed, resigned, “I grew up in Konoha, moved to Otogakure for middle school, and then I moved back here for high school and college. I majored in Business and currently work as the CEO at Uchiha Corp.”
Sakura nodded, “Impressive.”
Sasuke shrugged, “Hn.”
Sakura curiously eyed him after his nonchalant response but brushed it off, much to his relief. She, instead, eyed his cast and giggled at the squiggly monster Naruto had drawn near the wrist. Sasuke also eyed it, but rolled his eyes as he recalled the memory of Naruto almost breaking his arm, again, trying to draw the eyesore onto the stiff compress. Ino had pressed her purple-stained lips into a puckered kiss, with a flamboyant message that read ‘feel better soon, muffin’ below it.
“May I?”
Sasuke looked up just as Sakura produced a marker from her messenger bag, an excited grin on her lips.
Slowly, Sasuke held out his arm as much as he could, “Hn.”
She grinned with glee and made her way toward his arm chair, kneeling down to be eye-level with his cast. She carefully began to draw on the white canvas, careful to not apply too much pressure, her tongue sticking out with concentration, “You know, Sasuke, besides Ino…you’re technically the first friend I’ve made outside of work, and in Konoha. So, thank you.”
“…It’s really nothing.”
“Is it?” She smiled up at him from under her lashes, “You make a really nice friend.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her eyes widened and she shot to her feet, instantly returning to her messenger bag and removing a small, black pager, “Oh, crap.” She turned back to him and offered an apologetic smile, “Emergency. I need to go. Sorry, Sasuke.” She grabbed her things; her coffee cup included, and made for the door. Moving with her abruptness, Sasuke followed her, holding open the door as she stepped out and turned back towards him, “Thanks for letting me in. Maybe…Maybe we can do this again sometime?”
The hopeful look in her eyes despite her frenzied state caused him to nod without thought, “Aa.”
She smiled, “Great. Let me know when!”
And she raced down the hall, towards the elevators, grinning with relief when the doors slid open within seconds.
“Bye! Enjoy the bagels!”
When the elevator doors closed and silence prevailed, Sasuke slowly closed the door to his apartment and inwardly questioned what had just happened.
Haruno Sakura – what a strange yet intriguing girl.
Curiously, he looked down at his cast and eyed the newest addition on his forearm. She had drawn a cartoon version of him and her, both carrying a coffee cup and a bagel in each hand. Under it, in her neat manuscript, she wrote, ‘when you don’t feel like being a hermit, give me a call’ and seven digits ended the message.
Smirking, Sasuke walked towards his dining room table and picked up his phone. There was no harm in keeping a phone number, right?
Typing in her name, Sasuke’s smirk widened.
Haruno Sakura.
Saved.
title: the condominium summary: we’ve got a new neighbor in town date: 07.02.14 prompt: day two – late notes: alternate universe rating: k warning(s): language
.02.
Days had past and Sasuke continued his routine life. Work had gotten a little busier but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Summer was in its final weeks and the weather was starting to get slightly colder, but the Uchiha was mostly an indoor individual, preferring to read a good book or watch an interesting show on the television.
Tonight, however, Naruto had invited Sasuke over in a video game tournament challenge. With nothing else to do on a Saturday night, Sasuke called for a pizza and settled into Naruto’s messy unit for some tolerable company.
“Take that!” Naruto shouted, mashing the buttons on his controller, tongue poking out in concentration, “You’re going down!”
“Think again, loser.” An amused smirk pulled Sasuke’s lips as he produced a combo, watching his character kick Naruto’s off-screen.
“Fuck!”
“I win – again.”
“Not fair!” Naruto ran a hand through his spiky blonde locks, staring at the Game Over screen with dismay.
Sasuke glanced at the clock on Naruto’s DVR surprised that it was already so late into the night – about two hours past midnight. Sighing, Sasuke stood up and scratched his fingers against the nape of his neck as he regarded the mess of pizza boxes and ramen cups littering the floor.
“…You’re such a pig.”
“Shut up, bastard.”
Sasuke wasn’t going to clean it up; he kept his mess to himself and already threw out his paper plate and beer bottles. Grabbing his coat, he made for the door.
“I’m leaving.”
Naruto glared before waving a dismissive hand, “Yeah, yeah, get out.” And, with a final scowl, he ran off towards the bathroom attached to his bedroom.
“Idiot.” Sasuke muttered, turning the handle of the door and opening it a fraction.
“Crap.”
The sound of jingling metal hitting the carpet paused Sasuke’s venture into the hallway. Rummaging down the hall caused him to close the door until only a sliver of space remained so he could better hear. Absently, his eyes flickered back to the DVR, recalling how late it was.
2:23 AM.
“Oh, come on, where did I put my keys?”
It could only be their new neighbor – Sakura – and Sasuke curiously peered beyond the door to see her searching through the contents of her messenger bag. Her back was to him, her hair – it was pink – tied up in a messy bun and her petite form dressed in a warm, but stylish trench coat.
It was quite a late time to return home. Perhaps she went out to those lavish parties that Ino always boasted about. Perhaps she attended a club function – it was Saturday – with friends or a significant other.
His hand jerked on the door handle. Why did he care?
“There you are!” Her exclamation was whispered, laced with a fatigued yet triumphant sigh. After a few more moments, the woman was entering her apartment and closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
What a strange woman. Although, Sasuke would admit, she wasn’t a bad neighbor. Since the day he helped her on the elevator he hadn’t seen her since – and none of the music started up again either. He figured that was initially Ino’s doing.
“Uh…What are you doing, Sasuke?”
Sasuke straightened with startle before allowing his annoyance to morph into a glare, which he directed over his shoulder towards the confused blonde.
“Nothing.”
Naruto raised a brow, unconvinced, “Right…” His blue eyes flickered to the door handle in Sasuke’s grip and then to the sliver of space that could view into the hall, “Is someone out there?” When Sasuke shifted from one foot to the other, Naruto’s blue eyes brightened and he grinned, “Is it our new neighbor?”
He bounded forward and yanked the door open, ignoring Sasuke’s irritated protests, and visibly deflated when he only found an empty hall.
“She just got in,” Sasuke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked past him.
“And you were just spying on her?” Naruto whispered mockingly, eyes trained on her door at the opposite end of the hall, “…Is she hot?” He grinned, “I haven’t met her yet. I wonder what she’s like.”
Sasuke shook his head, continuing his way towards his own unit, “Shut up, Naruto.”
Naruto pouted, crossing his arms over his chest just as Sasuke unlocked his door, “Well, good night to you too, bastard.”
Sasuke crossed the threshold into his apartment, closed the door, turned on the light, and exhaled softly.
Uchiha Sasuke didn’t involve himself with his neighbors – and if he did, it was only with a select few.
Naruto was a childhood friend and Yamanaka Ino was someone he met in high school, who wouldn’t take a hint. Her presence only became tolerable when he gave up and just let her do what she wanted without wasting energy on protests.
A few other tenants were business partners or acquaintances whom he might occasionally have drinks with – if Naruto or Ino forced him.
And his former neighbor – Sasori – he never interacted with, at all; unless they coincidentally caught the same elevator.
He had been content with his scarce interaction with Sasori, so he would be content with any limited interaction with this Sakura also.
He headed to the bathroom and heard the pipes running along his walls, no doubt this Sakura taking a late shower after her late night activities. He glanced at the clock above the door and wondered if this would be a frequent occurrence.
2:41 AM.
title: the condominium summary: we’ve got a new neighbor in town date: 07.01.14 prompt: day one – the smell of fresh paint notes: alternate universe rating: k warning(s): none
.01.
The sound of hammering and heavy movement started at around seven in the morning. As an early riser, the commotion didn’t bother Uchiha Sasuke. He promptly readied himself for another day at work, brewed a fresh cup of coffee, and read the rest of yesterday’s paper at his sleek, dining room table until his scheduled time to leave, at half past eight, sharp.
A little annoyance rose when he had been shaving at the bathroom mirror as a particularly loud noise on the opposite side of the wall caused his cabinet to shudder and his right hand to jerk, dangerously close to slicing his skin. Another fraction of irritation was added when obnoxious music started to play, interrupting his quiet morning – although muffled, it wasn’t something he was accustomed to as he tried to tranquilly peruse the fine print of his Konoha Chronicles.
Sasuke was aware that a new neighbor would be moving into the unit beside his – 703 to be exact – and he was only slightly curious as to who that person would be. The resident before had been a quiet man – Sasori – who moved to Sunagakure to continue his schooling. At least, that’s what his other neighbor – and self-proclaimed best friend – Uzumaki Naruto, had shared only a few weeks ago.
Dark eyes glanced out the window of his apartment and he watched the sun languidly ascend above the waking metropolitan that was Konohagakure no Sato. His balcony – situated on the seventh floor, out of twelve – had an amazing view of the city. And, indeed, it certainly was a view he paid for in order to live quite so comfortably. The complex was built only a few years before, standing on a high hill nearer to the city’s perimeter. The neighborhood was quiet and its residents were quite well-off.
Which made Sasuke slightly intrigued as to who their new neighbor was. Konoha Condominium was filled with popular figureheads and idols. Most were young and were raised by money; and others were brilliant and worked commendable jobs. A number of models inhabited the building, a few political figureheads; some had ties to the administration of justice, others were self-made entrepreneurs, and he also recalled a five-star chef – it was an interesting variety of people.
And Konoha Condominium made absolutely sure that its residents were happy – including high security for their high-profile tenants allowing for their necessary and desired privacy.
Although, Uchiha Sasuke would frustratingly admit, that with such strong personalities collected in one place, it wasn’t surprising when drama would spontaneously erupt between them.
Personally, he did his best to stay out of it.
Noticing the time on the black clock hanging on his wall, Sasuke neatly folded his paper up and grabbed his keys. As he exited his apartment the sounds of hammering and pop music grew louder, echoing down the carpeted, dark-green hall. He locked his door, just as 701 opened.
“Morning, Sasuke.”
Sasuke turned to regard the tall man who was standing at the door at the end of the hall, on his right. He was rubbing sleep from his blue eyes and stifling a large yawn, shirtless and with only a childish sleeping cap and bright, orange pants as his form of modesty. He sluggishly bent down and picked up his bundled newspaper before squinting to see beyond Sasuke, towards unit 703.
“I guess the new neighbor is finally moving in.”
Sasuke half-shrugged, “Aa.”
Uzumaki Naruto grinned, “Who do you think it is?”
Sasuke sighed, turning away towards his left and heading towards the elevator, “I don’t care.”
He could imagine Naruto rolling his eyes at his retreating back before hearing the sound of the door closing seconds later.
Uzumaki Naruto – he was a current student of Konoha University, studying politics to follow in his father’s footsteps, Mayor Namikaze Minato. Sasuke knew him since elementary school. Middle school was spent in Otogakure for Sasuke, but when the Uchiha returned for college, their unorthodox friendship continued where it had left off.
Pressing the down button for the elevator, Sasuke patiently waited, absently checking his phone for any new emails. The smell of fresh paint caused his nose to itch and he scratched at it with a grunt. The music resonating off the narrow hallway suddenly switched to a lowered bass song and his dark eyes slid to the opened doorway, at the end of the hall, with a frown.
The new neighbor was lucky that their walls were thick and that there were only three units per floor. Naruto could sleep through anything but Sasuke could not. If the rest of this person’s residency was going to be filled with obnoxious noise he would undoubtedly file a complaint – or confront the individual with his irritation.
DING!
The elevator doors slid open, the hammering abruptly stopped, and footsteps quickly sprinted towards him.
“Hey, Sakura–!”
Sasuke paused from entering the carriage as a slender, young woman leaned against the door frame of 703; her grey-blue eyes alight with evident excitement. However, when they landed on Sasuke, she chuckled sheepishly and offered a small wave.
“Oh, morning, Sasuke.”
Sasuke entered the lift, “Hn. Ino.”
And, just like Naruto, he could imagine her grey-blue eyes rolling as she swiped her blonde bangs from her face, while the elevator doors smoothly closed in front of him.
Interesting. Yamanaka Ino already lived on the tenth floor. This possibly meant that she was helping their new neighbor move in. And the name she called – Sakura – also implied that his new neighbor was a woman. Additionally, Yamanaka Ino was a renowned model of Konoha – perhaps a friend of hers, another model, would be moving onto his and Naruto’s floor?
Pushing his hands into his pant pockets, Sasuke felt that was enough information for the day, and patiently waited for the elevator to bring him to his desired destination.
DING!
The elevator doors slid open and he was immediately greeted by boxes. He stared; allowing his gaze to wander over three medium-sized cartons marked K-Haul and neatly scribbled with the words Books, Pillows, and Sheets. Two petite hands clutched the underside of her load – decorated with one ring on her right-hand thumb – and smudged with yellow and blue pigments.
“Is someone there?” Her voice was soft, filled with a little struggle, but mostly muffled by the boxes that obstructed her face from view.
Sasuke grunted, side-stepping past her as she maneuvered her short self onto the lift, the smell of paint following her. This woman was probably his new neighbor. She was quite small to be carrying so much – quite small to be a model too.
“Sorry, stranger.” She chuckled sheepishly, leaning against the back bars to help support the weight she carried, “Um, do you mind pressing for the seventh floor for me, please?”
She seemed to be trying to shift so she could see him – he presumed so she could, somehow, physically convey her request and her gratitude – but all he could see was her hair – pink hair? – off the reflection of the gold wall behind her.
An exotic model, perhaps?
Sighing, Sasuke pressed the indicated number, “Sure,” and watched it light up before stepping out of the lift. As the doors closed, her fingers twitched and wiggled in an attempt at a poor wave, before disappearing behind thick metal.
“Thanks a bunch!”
Spinning on his heels, Uchiha Sasuke returned his hands to his pockets, walked through the fancy lobby, and exited Konoha Condos into the brisk, sunny morning, the smell of fresh paint lingering upon his senses.
Sakura, huh?
Prompt: The Smell of Fresh Paint Event: SasuSaku Month 2014 Date: July 1, 2014 Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto Rating: K Warning(s): None Note: Post-War
The Smell of Fresh Paint
“Isn’t it perfect?”
Sakura grinned widely as she lifted her hands in the air and basked in the sunlight streaming warmly through the opened windows. She was surrounded by several packing boxes and scattered sets of furniture, which were covered by sheets of white cotton. Standing near the doorway, Naruto grinned just as widely – finding Sakura’s excitement to be contagious – while Sasuke leaned against the bare wall separating the living room and kitchenette, observing the kunoichi’s child-like glee with a raised brow.
“This is so…exciting!” Her emerald irises gleamed as she looked around the space, jumping between boxes, rummaging through her things, and finally unpacking the picture frame of Team Kakashi in their genin days to proudly set upon the mantle of her fireplace, “Perfect!”
“This really is a nice place, Sakura-chan!” Naruto offered as he removed his hands from his pant pockets and looked around. He moved towards the window and glanced out towards the street below, “Nice neighborhood too.” He grinned, “Sure you don’t need a roommate?”
Prompt. 42 Swoon
Prompt: Swoon Date: June 12, 2014 Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke x Haruno Sakura Note: Post-War
Prompt. 26 Excite
Prompt: Excite Date: May 22, 2014 Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke x Haruno Sakura Note: Post-War
Ss Prompt #5
Title: A Thousand Years. Rating: K Warning: Sakura!Pregnant. Prompt: She finally tells him.
Sorry for my no inspiration xS Final exams are coming TvT
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She had been planning to tell him. She swore. She had. But not like this. Not now. She wasn’t prepared for such huge step. But it kind of just…happened.
Sakura had found out about the baby three weeks ago, and she had been preparing herself for the time when she’d tell him. She had woken up this morning, and thought about it profusely. She was going to tell him. At night when he returned from the mission.
So now, laying on a bed at the hospital –while Tsunade inspected her stomach with her healing technique– was not a good moment.
But Sasuke entered through the door anyway. Sasuke looked at them, thinking, anyway. And she didn’t know what to say.
"Uchiha," Tsunade took off her gloves and eyed him, "has no one ever told you to knock on doors?"
He looked somewhat embarrassed, but didn’t show it. “I just came from my mission.” He cleared his throat, “My teammate is really injured, they said I had to look for you immediately.”
Sakura had her mouth hanged open, as if thinking of what was happening. Sasuke didn’t even pay attention to her.
Tsunade looked at her apologising mentally, and left the room in a hurry.
Sasuke was left looking at her with a strange expression. Then it hit her. She was exposing her stomach.
She reached for the shirt and pulled it down, hiding her belly. “Hey.” He helped her get up.
"What were you doing?"
"She was checking my stomach."
He frowned. “Why? Are you sick?” He was crossing his arms.
She looked at the floor. “No…I just…”
He raised an eyebrow, waiting, serious. But wasn’t he always? The tension was so dense and so noticeable she was sure she could touch it, if it wasn’t invisible.
Now, she said to herself. But it was too hard. Too of a sudden. She didn’t know how to tell him. How would he take it? And, right here? In the middle of a hospital room?
She couldn’t talk, so she didn’t. She took his hand hesitantly and led it to her lower stomach, placing it there gently.
He stared at it for a few seconds, before looking confused. But that shock-kind-of-expression didn’t take long to appear.
She slightly smiled at him, nervous, just when she saw the realisation plastered on his face. “I’m pregnant.”
She had been waiting for this moment. Since she was little. Since she was a genin. Since she started dating him one year ago. She had been waiting.
She remembers how many times she dreamt about little Uchiha children running around her future dream-house when she was merely twelve, on his team.
She remembers how many times he had said he wanted to have babies. Well, not ‘said’, but ‘implied’. He never said it. But the way he looked at children at the park made it obvious. He hadn’t asked for one, he never did.
She remembers. And she had been waiting to make him happy. To give him what he had wished for since the beginning.
She knew she was a little too young. But she was sure of this.
A long silence followed.
"…Sasuke?", maybe now, she was doubting about him. His face had darkened a little bit, his brows furrowed.
Was he hesitating? Was it too much? Did he not want the baby?
She gulped. He spoke.
"You don’t need to have it, if you don’t want it."
He was serious, she could see it in his eyes, but that was it? He thought she didn’t want it?
She hadn’t seen her baby yet, and she already loved it. She placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it.
"I want the baby, you are the father, and we are going to raise it."
'It'. Because she didn't know the gender yet. “Together.”
He stayed like that for seconds. Hours. Minutes. What day was it, again?
But then he smiled, and it lasted a lifetime for her, and two seconds for the world. She would never forget it.
She warped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer, hands placed on her waist not too long after that. “Thank you.”
She had never been any happier.
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