Title: just a day of you and me
Summary: None, for this chapter, because it's a bunch of one-sentence fic that don't all relate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompts: all listed in the fic, so I don't wanna name them. D:
Rating: It has basically all ratings. Prompts with * at the end means they are rated M.
Warning(s): Mentions of depression, so trigger warning for the people affected by the mention. Sexual content in some. AU in some, canon in others. Fluff, angst, humor… just a bunch of varieties lol.
Comments: Originally asked for prompts so I could get my mojo back, but fact is they've been neglected for like a month (or less? Idk). Then I decided to do it just because I wanted to experience how to write one-sentence fics and let me tell you, it's not fucking easy. It's actually pretty hard. Also, I may have broken a thousand writing rules to do this.

depression

After he leaves, she is destroyed—she doesn't think she can live without him, doesn't think she can go on while he isn't here, doesn't think that there will come a day when she stops crying herself to sleep, doesn't think her heart will ever mend under the crushing weight of sorrow in her chest, doesn't think she will ever love a man more than she loves him—because he is gone, gone, gone, never to come back.

touch*

When they make love, he loses himself not in the pleasure or the act or the sounds or the words, not in the way she feels around his cock—no, when they make love, he loses himself in her tender touch, her warm kisses, hitching breaths; soaking in the unconditional feelings of her heart—sinking into a world of honesty and acceptance and love, love, love.

cistern

Just like a cistern to its water, Sasuke carefully stores his feelings away, tucking them to safety, saving them, and waits for the better days where somebody can make use of them again—he just never expects it to be Sakura.

invasive

He doesn't realize to what point she has invaded his life until he wakes up one morning to find her her in his kitchen, cooking breakfast for them both, wearing nothing but one of his shirts, when they're not even dating.

medication*

Whether they gave him Prozac, Zoloft, Luvox, Vivalan, Asendin, Zyprexa, or whatever fuck else, he knew that no medication was ever going to be better—was ever going to make him feel more alive, more real, more sane—than making love to Sakura.

anxiety

Despite everything he'd been through his life (murder, genocide, war, near-deaths, insanity, and pure mindfuckery) he'd never felt an anxiety more intense than the moment just before he first kissed her.

curse

When he learned of the Uchiha's curse, that was when Sasuke decided he could not have children, could not take the chance to bestow on them the pain his clan had been through for far too long now—and in the back of his mind, he whispered an apology to Sakura, expressing regret for a future he could no longer have with her.

snug*

Only when he was snuggly fitted to her body did he feel the world fade away from them.

lust

She could always tell when he lusted for her: not by the sultry look in his eyes, nor by the way he constantly sought to touch her, or by the feel of his hungry kisses... no, it was in the way his jaw tightened when he saw her walk into the room-like his whole body flared at the sight of her, with a need so intense that he had to grind his teeth to tame it.

music

While everyone else says he is most beautiful when he's concentrating or working out or training shirtless with his team, Sakura thinks Sasuke looks his best when he plays his violin: the emotions that contorts his face, the rawness of his feelings, the way his eyebrows crease and mouth tightens—he pours his whole heart out through his melancholic music, and she thinks, in that moment, that he is nothing short of breathtaking.

forbidden

Sasuke knows that she cannot be touched, knows that she is not his to have—for she is the bringer of Life and he is the ruler of Death, and such a love is forbidden even for the Gods—but he cannot bring himself to care, cannot bring himself to walk away; he is a selfish man and she is what he desires, and he will destroy anyone who tries to stop him.

parasites

It was kind of hilarious that the moment Sasuke realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, wanted to marry her, was when Sakura ranted to him in very great (gross) details about the different kinds of parasites in this world and the ones she found most interesting; she sounded so utterly enthusiastic, so fascinated and passionate—he couldn't help but to fall for her some more and think, yes, she's the one.

oxygen

Loving him wasn't a choice anymore… loving him, it was like breathing air—something that was embedded so deeply within her that it became an essential to her self, a natural reaction, and even indispensable and crucial to her living soul.

waterfall*

When rain poured down in waterfalls, they loved to spend their time indoors: moving together wantonly under the sheets and relishing the warmth of each other's bodies, while waves of pleasure crashed through them and transported them to euphoria.

eyes*

Every time Sakura reached her peak, what he loved most about her wasn't the sound she made or the response of her body-it was that look in her eyes that was so full of lust, desire and love that they were his undoing, each and every time, and he would groan his own climax against her mouth, spending himself inside of her while keeping their gazes locked together.

red

He found her at her most irresistible when her lips were painted tomato red.

knee

When he proposed, Sasuke wasn't down on one knee—he was down on both, trembling while he cradled his girlfriend's dying body, face buried in her crimson tainted hair as he whispered, "don't leave me please… god damnit stay with me—marry me!"

black cat

Despite what many people would have believed, Sasuke actually did have a pet in Sound, just this once: it was a five year old black tabby—which he'd found scurrying around a shady restaurant, seemingly injured and starving—with green, green eyes that reminded him all too painfully of a girl he'd been trying to forget.

willow

"We'll be buried under a weeping willow," she tells him on the night of their tenth anniversary, "because that is where we fell in love—that is where you first kissed me after I gave you a flower crown and you tucked my hair behind my ear."

underwear

When he asked her why she couldn't come in the pool with him in her underwear, he didn't expect her to blush fiercely and tell him she wasn't wearing anything under her clothes.

shuriken

Sakura never finds shurikens particularly threatening until the day Sasuke is brought into the emergency room, on the brink of unconsciousness and dangerously close to death, his body completely littered with them.

to embrace

She didn't know what to do when he woke up screaming and snarling words she couldn't understand, but she knew things were getting out of hand as he started throwing furniture against the wall—so she ran to him and hugged his back, gripping him tightly as she pleaded for him to stop and whispered reassuring words, trying to reel him back to the real world and away from his nightmares.

sorrow

He collapsed on his knees and wrapped his hands around her arms, panting desperately, and Sakura felt a terrible sorrow wash over her, threatening to crush her heart, as he choked a sob and whispered hoarsely, "when are they going to end?"

smile

There is no smile that is more heartbreaking than the one he gives her after she softly confesses to him at the airport, all teary-eyed and quivering voice, because he loves her too—but he knows, as well, that after he boards his flight, he will likely never see her again.

Kirin

Of all the things he expected her to say after he showed her Kirin (his own incredibly powerful technique that he created) 'wow, that was beautiful' was not one of them.

tenderness

When he comes back to Konoha, he treats her with an odd sort of almost-tenderness that she doesn't know how to handle-one that makes them hover over the lines of friendship and something more, and leaves her pondering for days on end.

tofu

Unsurprisingly, Sasuke's lifestyle consists of routines and chores, that are all too banal, common and tasteless-life tofu!-for Sakura's taste, and so she proceeds to interrupt him as many times as she can, to drag him to places full of fun and spontaneity.

fight*

They fought often and they fought hard—but in the midst of an argument, they often had the habit of throwing, slamming, and pushing one another against floors and walls, fucking each other in savage lust until all the anger melted away and only left tender feelings in its place.

fingertips

She loved the way he touched her-loved the way he would trail his hands on her skin, stroking her flesh with the pads of his fingertips, as if wanting to memorize it, before he dipped his mouth there and gave a single kiss, slow and gentle, showing his deepest appreciation.

Hokage*

Of all the places for their spontaneous trysts, the Hokage's office during lunch hour was probably not one of their best ideas... especially not when the esteemed dobe-sama was due any minute now-and would likely torture them with the worst missions for months on end.

Sunday

On Sunday mornings, Sasuke most often woke up to long, slow kisses from his girlfriend, and a tray of steamed rice, green tea, and tamayogaki on his bedside table.

yukata

He has never seen Sakura wear one before, but when she emerges from their house and joins him on the porch, so they can watch the hanabi festival fireworks, wearing the prettiest little pink yukata with red printed flowers, he vows to do this kind of thing more often.

heart

"I'm sorry," she rasps, bringing her hands in front of her chest, "but you broke my heart so badly that just looking at you hurts, Sasuke-kun."

hair

When she grows it out, Sakura worries a little about Sasuke's opinion-but she realizes, after he starts running his hands through her hair more often (especially during lovemaking) and develops the habit of burying his face there during sleep, that the rumour about him liking long hair really was true.

Karin

Surprisingly, it wasn't Ino or Hinata or TenTen who confronted him about the way confusing way he was treating Sakura-it was his red-headed former teammate, whom had harboured feelings for him for so long now, yet still went out of her way to demand he clarify his feeling to her the next day, lest he desired to keep his privates intact.

A/N: And voila. :) I had so much fun writing this! You can shoot me more one word prompts if you liked it, I won't guarantee they'll be out soon but I will save them up until I have a nice, big batch of prompts again. :D

Special thanks to lilmikomiko, loreleivonkatze (especially you, because you gave so many :D), staarked, chidorivariants and all the anons who gave the prompts!

If you do leave a review, do tell which one(s) was (/were) your favorite(s)! It would make me so happy. :3

Much love,

DeepPoeticGirl