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Hello,
I made this space to gather the words I write and ramble about what I love. If you found your way here, think of it like visiting someone's home where the first thing you'd hear is 'have a cup of tea'... because that's what I'd say if you ever walked through my door. So, welcome. Stay as long as you like.
Thinking about small things Sasuke loves to do with you...
Sasuke loves taking evening walks with you. It makes the world feel peaceful under the soft light of the setting sun, and though you don't always talk, the simple act of being side by side brings him a sense of calm. Sometimes, he'd pick a wildflower and put it inside your pocket without you noticing. You never know how he manages to do it and tease him, saying it's all thanks to his criminal past.
I feel like he also loves training with you? He is a serious sparring partner and enjoys teaching you techniques and watching you improve. Your determination amuse him, especially when you’d scold him for holding back. Actually, he adores seeing that if he isn't careful enough with you, you'll 100% kick his ass.
He knows how to cook, but he doesn't like exploring much. Like, he can make the same thing really well, every time—and for him, that's enough. So it's your job to come up with new recipes to try out. He enjoyed standing in the kitchen with you, watching how focused you got every time you were chopping something. You had a knack for making a mess—in his words. He often found himself cleaning up after you, shaking his head in a silent "no" while secretly enjoying your chaotic energy.
Sasuke loves small, quiet evenings. He would sit with you while you read. Sometimes, you’d rest your head on his lap, and he’d absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair. He didn’t always follow the story you were reading aloud, but he liked the sound of your voice and the way your face lit up when you get to a part you love.
I was wondering what are your thoughts about how many children sasuke would have and what are their genders, ages and names. Maybe even their personalities and if they were mama's/daddy's girl/boy ( also, can I be 🐈⬛)
That's such a sweet thought, 🐈⬛️
I believe the answer to the question, "How many kids would he have?" depends mostly on you. He never thought he would go back to the village, rebuild his district, build a life with you, be loved, and be forgiven for everything. These are normal parts of life that he unlearned due to all his trauma and the war.
Your first child was an accident—him coming back from a mission looking way too good for your liking (and when doesn’t he?), mixed with impatient + your and his horny side and forgetting to check for condoms. You two were usually very careful, and he really thought he could pull out... But honestly, you both got too caught up in the moment to think about anything.
When you got a positive pregnancy test a few months later, he was down for whatever you wanted to do.
Do you want to keep it? Then he's supporting you.
You don't want to keep it? Then he's supporting you.
You were the most important thing in his life. Of course, he was ready to follow whatever you decided. When you chose to go through with the pregnancy, I swear to god, he was ready to build a crib with his own sword if you asked him.
On the outside, he looked calm, but inside, he was terrified. What if he didn't know how to be there for the child and for you? What if he messed this up? He had already broken your heart once by leaving. If he did it again—especially now—you would never look at him the same way. Plus, your friends would kill him for sure.
You two had cats, and they both adored him. That was a good sign, right?
He kept repeating that thought in his mind over and over again while your belly grew. And let me tell you, he was basically a hawk over you. 😮💨 He was already overprotective by nature, but seeing you pregnant made it ten times worse. That’s something else to explore later.
When your first boy was born, he was... too stunned to speak. The first Uchiha in years. The first after all the tragedies. He felt like he was holding a new beginning—one that had your nose but his sharp eyes. That’s why he named him Haruki.
Haruki was the spring he never knew he was waiting for.
For the first few days, he was so flabbergasted that you two had created a life together that he wouldn't let the baby out of his sight for even two seconds. How could the same hands that had caused so much bloodshed now hold something so fragile?
I know that in Boruto, he isn’t present in Sarada’s life, and that’s one of the many reasons I pretend that shit doesn’t exist.
Family was everything to Sasuke. After starting a new one, I don’t see him ever leaving their side. If anything, he was afraid—afraid that leaving would mean losing everything again.
He only started accepting missions again when Haruki was about five months old, and even then, he never took assignments that would keep him away for more than a week. I feel like every time he came back, he had this heavy feeling in his chest—this fear of opening the door and finding you and the baby gone, just like when he had come home from school and found his parents dead. That image would forever live in his mind. But the fear disappeared the moment he slid the door open and heard a small voice scream, "Papa!!" before little feet raced toward him, and you greeted him with a kiss.
Is your son a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy? That’s hard to say. He follows Sasuke everywhere, yes. He’s observant, just like his father, so he picks up on things quickly and mimics everything he does—including protecting Mama at all costs. But he isn’t quiet... at all. Put this boy and Naruto in a room together, and they could destroy it. His observant side made him curious and adventurous. Plus, he wanted to be brave and strong like his father.
When Haruki was around five years old, you started thinking about having another child. After many conversations and making sure you were financially stable, you gave birth to a girl... more like a carbon copy of your husband. 😭 She literally got nothing from you. Nothing. Your genes didn’t even put up a fight this time.
And after seeing you suffer through childbirth a second time? Never again. 🫡 Not even if you begged him for another one. He couldn't watch you cry in pain like that a third time.
Miyuki wasn’t just Sasuke’s copy in appearance, she had his personality too. While Haruki was talkative, loved playing with his uncle Naruto, and ran around giving you and Sasuke heart attacks, Miyuki was different. There was no doubt, she was a daddy’s girl. She was more shy, especially around people she didn’t know, and clung to him constantly. Sometimes, you swore they could read each other’s thoughts. Sasuke didn’t talk much, Miyuki didn’t either, but somehow, he always knew exactly what she wanted and needed.
Summary: You surprise him by wearing the clan's symbol
Warnings: a tiny bit suggestive
Sasuke stood near the door, pulling his cloak over his shoulders as he waited for you to finish getting ready. He was used to you taking your time, especially now that you were six months pregnant and fussier about how your clothes fit. Still, he wasn’t expecting you to walk out of their room in that.
The dress was a deep red, clinging to your curves in a way that left little to the imagination while still being elegant. It flared slightly around your hips, emphasizing your growing belly, and ended above your knees. Your hair was pinned back, exposing your glowing face.
You looked radiant, almost ethereal.
Sasuke's dark eyes trailed over your form, lingering on your belly before snapping back to your face. "You’re wearing that out?" he asked, his voice even, though his throat felt oddly tight.
You smirked at him, brushing past him to grab your bag. "Why not? You don’t like it?"
He didn’t respond, which only made your grin wider.
He liked it way too much to leave the house now.
"Wait," You said, stopping in the middle of the room. "You haven’t even seen the best part."
You turned slowly, holding your hair up so your back was fully exposed. That’s when he saw it—stitched onto the fabric, just between your shoulder blades, was the unmistakable red-and-white fan of the Uchiha clan symbol.
Sasuke blinked, his expression unreadable as his eyes fixated on the emblem. His silence stretched long enough for you to glance over your shoulder, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Do you... like it?" You asked softly, her voice almost hesitant.
He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the fabric of the dress just below the symbol. His touch was so light you barely felt it, but the weight of his gaze sent shivers down her spine. He never thought he would see someone else wearing this so proudly.
"People will glare at you on the streets," he said quietly, his voice softer than usual.
After everything that happened, the Uchiha name carried the curse of whispers around the village. Most people didn't agree with letting an ex-criminal wander around.
You nodded, turning to face him fully. "I wanted to show you that I’m proud to be part of your clan... our clan. And—" You glanced down at her belly with a soft smile. "—I wanted our baby to know it too."
Sasuke’s expression softened, a rare, tender look crossing his face. He reached out, his hands settling on your waist as he pulled her closer.
"You didn’t have to," he said, his voice low, but there was a warmth there that you didn’t miss.
"I wanted to," You whispered, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek.
He let out a quiet sigh, his forehead resting against yours for a moment before he pulled back slightly. "You look so beautiful," he admitted, his hands briefly caressing your bump.
You couldn’t help but laugh softly. "I’ll take that as your approval."
"Hn," he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Then, with a rare playful edge in his tone, he added, "But you should probably wear a cloak over it or we won't leave the house so soon." He said sliding a few kisses on your jawline, right where it made you close your eyes.
You laughed again, swatting at his chest as he started pulling up the skirt of your dress. "Don't you dare, Sasuke Uchiha. I just got ready"
"You can keep the dress on" he replied simply, pressing a kiss on your neck. You felt your beck reach the wall and chuckled at how eager he was.
"Naruto is waiting for us." You reminded him and yourself, feeling your body get warmer by the way he caressed your thighs. He smirked at you and gently turned you to face the wall. Sasuke's gaze fell on the clan symbol on your back again.
His long fingers found its way to under your dress, raising the skirt enough to expose your panties. Honestly, he had to hold himself to not cum just by looking at you in that position with the fucking symbol of his clan on your back. It made some possessive part of his brain go insane.
"He can wait"
It's all he says before grinding his bulge on you, and yes, you two arrived in Naruto's house very late.
Your birthday
Summary: it's your birthday, and you are feeling down. He does something simple but special to cheer you up. Just between the two of you.
Warning: mentions of depressive behavior ? Don't know if that's a warning
You don’t tell anyone it’s your birthday. You turn off your phone that morning and bury yourself under the covers, the weight in your chest too heavy to pretend you’re okay. You’re not. You haven’t been for a few days now—the slow creep of dread and sadness curling around your ribs like vines feels heavy, and today, those vines have finally managed to sink you into your bed. You hate how your birthday always does this to you. It makes you feel alone, like you’re watching your life from the outside. It's a shit show you stopped enjoying a long time ago.
Although everyone always expects smiles and gratitude and joy, and some years you can fake it, this year, you can’t. So you isolate yourself.
You don’t know how, but Sasuke knows. He doesn’t call. Doesn’t text. Just knocks on your door sometime after sunset.
You almost don’t answer.
But you drag yourself out of bed, an oversized hoodie swallowing you whole, and shuffle barefoot to the door.
He’s standing there with a brown paper bag in one hand and a candle in the other. A single, tiny candle. The wax is shaped like a star. It's an unusual image, considering it's about Sasuke Uchiha we are talking about.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he says, voice low and careful, “but I thought maybe you’d let me in.”
You just nod and step aside.
He doesn’t comment on your appearance, doesn’t ask why your eyes are puffy, or why your voice is so small when you offer him tea. He just walks in like he’s done it a hundred times—and he has—and sits on your couch.
From the bag, he pulls out two onigiri he made himself, a small square container of your favorite dango, and something wrapped in cloth.
“You didn’t want a party,” he says. “So this is just us.”
You blink at the food. It’s simple. Thoughtful. Very much like him you'd say.
"You didn't have to"
"I wanted to"
Then he unwraps the cloth—and it’s a book. An old one. A little battered around the edges but clearly cared for. He sets it down on your lap gently.
“I read it while I was gone,” he mutters. “Made me think of you. So you can keep it if you want to.”
You don’t say anything at first. Your chest tightens, and you feel it. The sting in your eyes, the lump in your throat. You pick up the candle, shaped like a star, and you light it. Just one. And that one candle made your chest warm up.
You sit beside him, your shoulder against his, and lean your head on him. He shifts only slightly so he can press his lips to your hair. For the first time today, you didn't feel quite so heavy.
“Happy birthday,” he murmurs. He doesn’t ask you to smile. He doesn’t push you to say thank you. He just sits with you in the stillness of your apartment, the candle flickering gently on the low table, casting soft shadows across his face.
You’re quiet for a long time, watching the wax melt slowly, the scent of rice and sweet soy sauce curling in the air.
“It’s stupid,” you whisper finally, barely audible. Sasuke looks at you. Just looks. Patient. “I don’t know why it hits me like this. Every year. I just feel… like I didn’t do enough. Like I’m behind everyone else. Like I’m not where I should be.”
He doesn’t dismiss your feelings or try to logic them away. Instead, he says, “You’re here.”
“You’re here,” he repeats, softer, caressing your cheek with his thumb “You’re alive. You kept going for another year. That’s enough.”
The words land like something sacred, and suddenly you’re crying again, not the quiet sadness from earlier but something warmer, but you can't name it. You hide your face in his shoulder, and he lets you. He holds you, arm wrapped around your waist, fingertips rubbing slow circles into your back.
Eventually, he feeds you onigiri, tearing off little pieces with his fingers and coaxing them past your lips.
“You need to eat,” he murmurs. “I didn’t spend twenty minutes getting the rice right for nothing.”
You laugh—wet and shaky, “Since when do you cook?”
His lips tug up, just a little. “Since I started living alone, .” He says as if it's obvious.
He shares the dango with you, giving you the last skewer without hesitation. When you yawn, he doesn’t say anything—just tugs the blanket from the couch and wraps it around both of you. He stretches out behind you, letting you lie between his legs, your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting atop your head.
“Next year,” he murmurs as your breathing evens out, “we’ll go somewhere. Somewhere warm. With stars.”
"What if I say 'no'?"
"Who said you have a choice?"
You don’t answer. Just chuckle. You’re already half-asleep, finally warm, finally at peace, in the only arms that have ever made you feel like you were where you should.
among your fanfics for sasuke, which is your favorite? or which are your favorites?
Hmmmm, I think...I like the ones where I had a little help from my girlfriend cuz we do have a lot of fun doing it together. Like, I usually write the whole scenario, and when I don't know how to proceed with a specific scene, I show it to her, to ask for her opinion or she simply takes the opportunity to make fun of my grammar mistakes and helps me to correct a few things. Every time I'm really into the idea, I always end up writing way too fast, so I misspell words or forget another word mid sentence, and she is good at locating these cracks in the text quickly.
And let me say she isn't even an anime fan at all. I think she only met Naruto now after I got this huge hyperfocus on sasuke again. So it's very sweet of her to still take time to read everything, laugh, try to understand, etc.
That being said, my favorites are:
hii could you make gojo x wife!reader. Reader is itadori's older sister. A special grade sorcerer and incharge of second years. She holds very strong cursed technique like psychic manipulation or she's a vessel of a cursed god (whatever you prefer it's your choice)
Could u please make angst/comfort oneshot. Reader help gojo in fighting against sukuna, they won but at the cost of reader. She went into a coma. She also had saved Nanami during Shibuya so nanami is also present. (Gojo is alive)
You can also show how everyone reacted specially Satoru and Yuji and recap of the memories they share.
please don't mind my grammar. English is not my first language................
The hospital room smelled too clean. After so long, the usual white walls felt infuriating. Gojo hated it. The sharp scent of antiseptic, the way the light filtered too harshly through the blinds, and the flowers on the windowsill made the place feel like a shrine rather than a room where someone lived, breathed, and existed.
He sat slouched in the stiff chair by your bedside, one leg stretched out, hands dangling between his knees. The blindfold was shoved carelessly into his pocket days ago. He hadn't worn it since the moment they dragged him here, bleeding and laughing and terrified because you had fallen and you hadn't gotten back up.
I'm a healthy mixture of a sexual freak and a hopeless romantic.
Kimishinu ✧ My Wish Is To Fall In Love Until You Die, ch. 33
Now that his birthday’s passed, I can be angsty on main.
cw: non-mc reader, angst, rejection, heartbreak, self-loathing, alcohol mention, unrequited feelings (kind of), stream of consciousness, not proofread, bittersweet (?) ending
After Sy returns to the base following a day spent with Emcee, you quietly slip him your gift—a small, matte black box with a curled, scarlet ribbon encircling it. You don’t give him time to thank you before you’re out of sight. He doesn’t miss the forlorn undertone of your “Happy Belated, boss-man,” before you leave.
