jolliesjaded:

Sasusakumonth17 Day8- Heartbreak Hotel

SS’s relationship is a bittersweet play of circumstances that one cannot deny. We know that a Sakura whom probably ate alone night after night is something most probable. A Sakura whom probably worried sick for someone miles away from her is not hard to imagine. Yet what’s  touching is to know that her love persists despite it all. That their love persists.

herprettysmile:

For SasuSaku Month 2017.

Blood.

When he regained consciousness, he could only feel the power surging through his body, enveloping him with strength and adrenaline that he had never experienced before.

He slowly stood up from the ground and sensed fighting going on near him. He was itching to try out this new, surreal power he somehow achieved…

But then he saw her.

There was no mistaking that light shade of pink and that trademark red dress. She was sprawled on her knees, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion and her hair a knotty mess. When he approached her, she turned around to face him, her tired face already lighting up with a smile until she saw what state he was in.

Her eyes went wide.

After seeing her face all bruised like that, with her eye already swollen and turning purple and specks of blood scattered on her body, he felt anger rising inside him.

“Sakura… who did that to you…?”

What bastard did that to you?

…Because he will be the first one to taste my new power.

Sweat.

No…

That’s not the Sasuke-kun I know!

A burst of determination and courage filled her body, and her legs led her towards Sasuke’s form. Without even thinking about it, she wrapped her arms around him, stopping him from moving.

Stopping him from doing something he might regret.

Stopping him from doing what was never in his nature to begin with.

She was nervous as hell. She was scared. So, so scared.

But she would be damned if she just let him go off into the deep end.

And tears.

When he felt arms around his torso, his head immediately snapped towards the source.

His blood-red Sharingan eyes met her wide, imploring emerald ones. She was staring at him so intensely as if begging him to stop.

“Please…”

He was this close to brushing her off.

But the tears that freely flowed out of her eyes stopped him cold.

She was crying.

She was crying for him.

Why?

“…stop.”

The vivid image of her tears was ingrained into his mind before he collapsed to the ground, the curse marks already receding.

Day 5 Prompt: Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

SasuSaku Month – Day 16: That Day || [Fanfic] In Sickness and in Health

sagara-megumi:

Title: In Sickness and in Health

Rating: K+/PG

Notes: No, I haven’t forgotten about Day 15, but I had to change the order in the Prompts so they could fit the story. At first, I was going to go with the original order, but nothing I wrote satisfied me (besides this, I suddenly came up with an idea for the prompt inspired by an unexpected information about snakes that I came across on a book but I couldn’t match it with my original idea…). So, I decided to swap them and finally, the chapter started to have some sense.

What happens to Sasuke here is loosely inspired by ch. 9 of one of my favourite josei manga, Hapi Mari by Enjouji Maki. It’s a good reading in case you’re intersted in the genre and haven’t taken a look at it yet (≧∇≦*)

Also, as I said before that I would do, I want to tell you that this is the second to last chapter of this story. Finally, Sasuke and Sakura will get their ending on the next instalment (I hope to finish it on time for the end of the SSM, since tomorrow I’m having a very busy day…)

As always, if there’s something wrong (spaces, brackets…), please, tell me. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

Glossary:

–white miso: a type of paste to make soup. There are three kinds of miso, the white one is soft and slightly sweet.

Words: 5821

.

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

With great care, Sakura put the crystal and silver flower hairpin on the side of the braided bun she wore that day and secured it, looking in the mirror of the changing room to check that it was in the perfect place.

Keep reading

sasukesassthetic:

prompt: ssm17, day 29- connected feelings

summary: sasuke recalls the moment he knew.

notes: better late than never…?

“tell me about when you first fell in love with mama,” his daughter had asked him one sunday evening, somewhere near the border to takigakure. it was their first mission together, the first one he had said yes to, that is. intel was simple enough, but danger seemed to follow people like sasuke, and he knew that.

a request like this just five years ago might have terrified him, more than any foe he had ever faced, especially coming from the one person in his life he wanted most to impress. though after years of small steps, of forging a bond with his child he could only ever have dreamed of, sasuke only posed, “what do you want to know?”

the fifteen year old pursed her lips in a way all too similar to a face her mother made when deep in thought, and his heart only ached in the slightest, he missed her always, even in the short windows they were apart. “i guess,” sarada searched for the words, “i just want to know when you knew.”

“when i knew,” sasuke repeated her considerately, earning a small chuckle in response, “i was preparing to leave the village, the second time, for my mission.”

he had come to the decision on his own, all there was to do was receive permission from kakashi, to pack, and to go. naruto accepted the decision reluctantly, but with steadfast support. when the time came to tell sakura, he struggled, avoided it, told himself it would be best just to leave and hope at the end of the day she didn’t hate him hate him hate him. more than anything, he denied just why it was so hard to say goodbye.

it was late one night that he walked her home after a ramen outing with the dobe. she had worked a full eighty hours that week, despite any protests from he or naruto that she might work herself to death. sasuke didn’t sleep much in those days, but there had always been something oddly restful about listening to her talk about anything, deep into the hours of the night. “we’re still working on the mobility of the metacarpal, but just a few more days and i think he’ll be back in commission,” she said about the arm she and the godaime had engineered for naruto, as if it was all in a day’s work. it took everything in him not to scoff at how blissfully unaware she was of her own brilliance.

“you’re quiet,” she said, tearing him from his reverie. “well, more quiet, than usual.”

a frown pulled at his features as they stopped in their tracks, just down the street from her home. “sakura,” he spoke.

“sasuke-kun,” she responded, a flash of humor in her eyes.

“i need to tell you something,” he said, doing his best to look her in the eyes; doing his best not to think of the comfort it was knowing he would see her each day, to hear every mundane daily issue, each fleeting thought. he tried to forget for a moment that he would miss her.

“you’re leaving.”

a pulse of shock filled his heart, before he sobered, his eyes dropping to the ground, “you knew?”

“mm,” she nodded, kicking at pebbles that weren’t there, “i had a feeling, and i guess i was right.”

he didn’t know what to say, and felt for a moment that his stomach might just seize up and fall right off. “i’m sorry,” he managed quietly.

“for what?” she asked, and he noticed the nearly undetectable way her heart weighed heavily in her gaze.

he shook his head, shrugging, “i’m trying to apologize when i feel it’s in order.” 

she breathed a half-hearted laugh, “i guess we all have to start somewhere.” he felt her hand squeeze at his bicep and turned to meet her eyes; and for a split second, for the first time, he wished for his other arm if only to place a hand over her own.

“just do me one favor,” she drew closer, her hand slid down his arm, and she pulled his palm to her chest.

anything, he wanted to say. anything.

“will you,” she fought hard against the blush that filled her cheeks, “will you think of me?”

sasuke tried not to hate himself so much at the idea that she would have to ask, if only because he wanted to remember this, years from now, happily. then and there, standing before her, his repertoire of happy memories was little more than a page in a long instructional manual on how to live a life of irreparable sadness. but he remembered joy, as well as all the nights he had mourned her sweet presence in his existence. this moment, no matter the outcome, would be a joyous memory. a beginning.

the breeze of night swept over them as he pulled her hand to his own chest.

“i love you, and i will always think of you.”

always.

sarada stared across the waning campfire at her father, a sobered happiness in her eyes, wondering where she had seen this expression on his face. this softness, this calm. it seemed so out of place. warmth enveloped her form as it finally dawned on her.

“maybe i should have asked you this on the way home?” she mused with a sprinkle of humor.

he scoffed, turning his head to get some rest.

a small smile pulled at her lips as she heard him say to himself, “maybe.”