sanguwin:

Sasusaku Month/ Sarada Uchiha Week.
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Prompt: An outsider’s POV / freestyle.
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Title: To see that smile once more.
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Summary: As he held his new born daughter close to his chest protectively and smiled at his wife, Karin saw her deepest desire being fulfilled. Sarada’s birth and Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship as seen through the eyes of Karin Uzumaki.

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The air breezed lightly, carrying the particles of sand along with it. Large birds could be seen flying high in the sky for the temperature was moderate in the always burning land of the Wind Nation. And such weather itself was a proof of spring being on its way. But the calm wind, restful birds and the soft, peaceful rustle of the rare-found plants in the ever tropical Southern region was brutally interrupted by a loud scream that came out of Orochimaru’s hideout, which resulted in the vultures and hawks flying away in a haphazard manner and the peace of the atmosphere turning into a woeful, wordless, ballad.
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Another loud, painful cry escaped the lips of Uchiha Sakura, who was in the middle of fighting life and death inside the hideout of the snake sannin. The pinkette had, surely, faced and fought countless hurtful events in her life but even if she had the strength of breaking boulders and bones, this event was utterly aching, even for her.
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“Push, Sakura! Push!”, exclaimed a worried yet determined red-haired woman. Her eyes, as seen through the lens of her glasses, held nothing more than sympathy and unwavering resolve. A resolve that kept on telling her that even though, it was her very first time delivering a child and she had no experience with it whatsoever, she was not going to fail, no matter what.
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“Aah!”, another loud cry echoed through the empty room as tears started to fall from the emerald, green eyes of the female Uchiha.

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sasukesassthetic:

prompt: ssm17, day 31

summary: no, that’s my cat.

notes: thanks for tuning in this month, i’ll probably write more, stick around ❤

it was late in the evening that sasuke would see the sheen of his coat slink in through the living room window, as he ate his dinner in front of a muted television, an LSAT workbook in his lap. sasuke would assume his duty as an owner and give the semi-present cat a can of tuna, at which point the feline would allow him several moments of scritches on the cheeks before digging in. nights with sasuke were of quiet coexistence.

in the mornings, sakura would wake to the sound of claws at her balcony door. sleepily, the medical intern would drag herself from the bed, or the couch— or wherever she so happened to pass out the previous night after a long day at the hospital—and allow the fine black cat to saunter in for breakfast. often, she wonders just where it is the creature goes many nights, but long ago she accepted that, regardless of speech ability or opposable thumbs, everybody has a schedule. she picks the cat up typically without much protest, and snuffles her face against his, offer an eskimo kiss or two, before setting him down for his meal. by the time she’s in her scrubs and out the door, he’s a lump of useless fur on the sofa. still, she smiles, “goodnight, taro-san,” and departs out the door to start her day.

it’s that summer that the local animal control begins posting notices that animals be required to wear a collar, or risk being taken to the shelter. sasuke reads this one morning over coffee, his mouth contorting in the slightest as he finished the article. a seed of concern planted itself as he looked out the window and wondered where his silent companion might be. “he’s fine,” he tells himself as he dresses and departs for work. he would make it a point to stop by the pet store that afternoon to make tags for the fleeting feline, complete with sasuke’s address, his telephone number, and a name that simply read: cat.

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perennial-licht:

Rating: T (?)
Prompt: Free prompt (day 31) | SS Month 2017
Warning: Long fic.

A/N – Ah, this is my first time writing a fanfiction. I think this is the reason it turned out so long. (*blinking* – sorry for that) . I just really wanted to participate in the SS month – the reason this fic is T and not M. (Yeah first time and I was already planning R-rated 😛 ). But it was already too long and I had to cut it short. If people like it, I’ll write part 2 – the M-rated one. ^_^ . If someone takes out the time to read this long fic and likes it, thank you! 😀 . I am new to the fandom and Tumblr and just want to say – I just love the liveliness in this fandom. 😀

‘thoughts’
“conversation”

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The very air between them was
simmering, being suffused with something – something
like love, something like lust – setting her skin and soul on fire. She could feel his eyes on her, following her
right hand as it moved up and down, up
and down on her left. No! No – ah, this is, this is ‘something more’.
Because her hand has slowly become just fingertips – when, she did not know – trailing slowly – sensually? – Up and down, leaving trails of almost fire, feeling
almost the same way his would. Almost
but not the same, it’s not the same.. , it
is not the same! Yes, this is something more, something that – what do you
call something, something that is a lust
formed of love that cannot be contained anymore? – wants to be expressed, needs to be expressed. She already knew,
because she feels it to her very bone, that her love for him is uncontainable,
too much for one lifetime. She knows this, then why now – why does it want to be, demanding to be explicit now? When did this start, when – 

Hn. She knows exactly what the what, the when, and the why is.

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