"what I like is...or more like the person I like is...and my dream for the future is...what I hate is NARUTO."
i’m having major writer’s block over here sooo suggestions are more than welcome rn. at this point nothing is off the table, go wild
summary: "naruto resigned himself to the fact that he was going to mess that name up horribly when it came time to write it on a coffee cup.”
pairing(s): narusaku, sasusaku
a/n: I am an absolute sucker for coffee shop aus and this is the result. why. why is the thought of ninjas making each other frappuccinos so irresistible. anyways, this chapter is def more narusaku-ish, though both are one sided atm. hope you enjoy! (on ao3)
Sakura was happy. After all, today was Tuesday.
you are such an amazing writer
AHHH I may have squealed a little when I saw this. thank you so much, it really does mean a lot.
whoooops I reblogged stuff meant for the main blog, sry
also, doing the ss posts may have burned me out a bit…I’ll still be doing the prompts, but probably not every single day! also, I’ll get back to updating like lightning as well ^__^
live action naruto - [6/?] character: ino yamanaka
"I believe you have the potential to bloom into something even more beautiful than the cosmos.”
summary: when she finally stood at a full five feet and four inches of power, it wasn’t so hard to act like she was indestructible. // (high school AU)
a/n: badass sakura does not give a single fuck (on ao3)
The first thing she noticed was the way he moved. Sure, she’d taken inventory of his sharp features: the glaringly fierce eyes, the piercing quirk of his black brow, the flat pout of his lips…and that wasn’t even taking the body he moved with into consideration (10/10).
But, as any sixteen year old would unquestionably inform you, the way which one moves down a high school hallway is of the utmost importance.
summary: perhaps she wasn’t the only one who treasured bits of the past.
prompt: her side of the story
a/n: I have major major problems w/ this piece, but it’s all writer’s block would allow. sigh. (on ao3)
Little by little, he was telling her his story. If she merely waited long enough, it’d tumble out in tiny hints, long hidden away in the corners of his mouth. She treaded carefully when shadows passed across his eye, but always kept her ears open if he chose to acknowledge them. It was a waiting game, but Sakura never minded. It had taken time to reach this delicate balance. Initially, it’d worried her that Sasuke kept himself so closed off, but she was beginning to realize that wanting to tell her came easier than the telling. From the shattered pieces she’d collected of his story, she knew it would not be a pretty one.
But she knew that Sasuke was planning to tell her. So he was planning on keeping her around. She would wait, as long as he was around.
summary: he couldn’t conjure up regret over missed gratitude for anyone else but her.
prompt: his side of the story
a/n: …I am never not upset about sasuke (on ao3)
When she cried in front of him, it was somewhat of a relief.
He knew that was wrong of him to feel but, try as he might, he couldn’t exactly change it. Her cries rang clearly through the empty street, the only sound on the soft wind. To his relief (and distress), they seemed to slowly morph into broken sobs. If she really was this upset, he should be too. After all, she was crying for him because she cared about him. If he really cared about her, her tears wouldn’t make him content.
But Sasuke Uchiha knew himself to be a selfish being, and that is exactly what they did.
summary: “i’ve fallen in the river seven times, mom. seven.”
a/n: annnd with that I’m all caught up! also, I love sasusaku fam. (on ao3)
“Misaki, careful. You have to not only focus your energy on your feet, but on the ripples in the water as well. You can do it.” Sasuke watched his eldest with a sharp eye as she dipped her right foot into the river. While she was overly exuberant and wild in every other aspect, she’d always been very deliberate in her training. Sasuke often told her she could be wild in battle all she wanted, as long as she remained carefully calculating in her tactics.
She seemed to be taking it to heart.
However, with a splash, she sank into the river once more. Complaining loudly, she dramatically hoisted herself up on a rock.
what was that, like four fics in one day??? I am so absurdly determined to see ssmonth through. thanks for bearing through sick week 2k14, today’s prompt should get posted in just a bit!