#(yeah still watching Naruto hah)

[ssreeder]

I did read the recent chapter! I enjoyed it immensely, im a sucker for cuddles. Though i kept sitting there thinking, Theyre being so sneaky and for what? Im sure Toph knows he's in the house 👀 At least the second time iirc, they were all still in the house lol

I honestly look forward to the storm coming, even if it makes me anxious cause I actually thrive in chaos. Heh

Have a wonderful day!

-Scroll anon

Hahaha they are playing Blue & Red spirit duhhhh. But nahhh seriously the sneaking around is mostly because Zuko hasn’t really been open with anyone about his relationship with Sokka. (not that he has had much time to tell anyone because he’s been dying constantly) so Sokka is giving him the space to have that conversation without exposing them.

I also think Sokka isn’t rushing to say anything on his side either because ummm he just got done lying to everyone and Suki is mad at him and yeah I doubt he wants to be like “oh btw I’m in love with Zuko and I kind of need him to function hehehe)

No matter what, nothing is keeping them apart, so sneaking around for now is what it is haha. Don’t worry I’m sure SOMEONE *cough* Toph is very aware of what’s happening & next chapter some other people start to catch on too.

Zuko better hurry up & tell his Uncle.

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I gave up on rendering...

Spoiler scene for Konoha Crush: Next Generation.

Kankuro was the first one up to make a pot of coffee. Sasuke the next. Followed by Menma. Finally Gaara & Boruto, only to see Naruto a minute later.

“Did you start the kettle?” Gaara asked.

“Don’t worry, princess Naruto’s tea is on the counter.” Kankuro joked.

“Thank you.” Gaara first placed Boruto in a still sleepy Naruto’s arms, then walked over to the counter.

Pouring Naruto a cup of no caffeine tea, with honey. It was his favorite, but it could get tiring after 9 months. If he was being honest, more like 2, almost 3 years without coffee. It felt like a lifetime.

“Love ya’.” Naruto smiled at the tea before him.

Gaara smiled, and kissed Naruto's forehead, then made a bottle for Boruto. He handed it off to his husband, who provided to feed their child in between his own tea. Still sleepy from the night before.

“Need any help?” Sasuke asked awkwardly.

Gaara looked around, “there’s nothing you can do.”

Sasuke sat down on the corner seat of the table watching the performance of a lifetime. They all moved together in synch, each knowing the next part of the routine. Kankuro and Gaara swapped places to focus on different parts of breakfast.

Menma seemed to share his fathers attributes to the morning, and not his mothers. Already acutely awake and planning his day. He would be able to go straight to school after breakfast was done.

Gaara scraped the bottom of the pan, pulling up any bits of bacon that attached itself. Thick popping grease created a perfect place for the eggs. Nice and fried in bacon fat.

“Menma,” Gaara announced, “put your homework on the table. I want to look it over.”

“Yes dad.” Menma reached over for his book bag, taking out a few sheets of paper.

Gaara said, “Kankuro, switch.”

“Yeah-yeah.” Kankuro got up, coffee still in hand as he took over egg duty.

“Actually, you might be better suited to this,” Gaara admitted.

“Hah?” Kankuro cracked open two eggs.

“My homeworks on the history of puppets,” Menma said excitedly. The years of indoctrination by his uncle worked too well, “I did my report on Lord Sisori.”

Sasuke's face twisted in confusion.

Naruto calculated in his head, looked over to Sasuke, “They’re at the Third Ninja War Unit right now.”

“Still,” Saskue asked, “Sasori?”

“Yeah! He’s amazing! His 100 puppet technique saved so many lives during the Third Ninja War. He was basically able to be his own army.” Menma recited facts, like his mother, he was a bit of a show off.

“Sisori is an important figure here.” Naruto admitted.

“Sisori?” Sasuke confirmed.

Kankruo and Gaara switched places, the new puppet master of Sunagakure said, “Like it or not… His techniques revolutionized modern puppetry.”

Sasuke’s face contorted again, glancing back over to Naruto. Boruto in his arms, getting a pat on the back. Then spitting up a bit on a towel and smiling a toothless grin.

“You want to mention that he didn’t actually turn the sand red. Most of the battle fields were near the Sisori Clift Side, by the Rivers Nation. The ground there is iron rich clay.” Kankuro said after finishing a rough read of the paper, “That’s what gave it the red color.”

“Yeah, but the enemy didn’t know that. So they just assumed it was so thick with the blood of his victims that it stained the ground.” Naruto added.

“Yep! It's a great example of Sunagakure’s resourcefulness. You want to use everything you can against your enemy… Including their own stupidity.” Kankuro said, “Most people don’t know anything about this fuc<i>-ggen</i> place. They die before they even reach the gates.”

“That’s not important.” Menma said confidently.

“It is. Imagine you went against Lord Sisori,” Naruto transformed into teaching mode, it was natural after all these years, “You’ve heard terrifying things, that he’s killed so many. You have a rudimentary idea of what the desert should look like. You get to the battlefield, and it looks nothing like that. It's red. Blood red. Do you think you’d be afraid?”

“No.”

Naruto chuckled, “Okay… do you think someone else might be afraid?”

“Maybe?” Menma shrugged.

“They would be.” The first time Naruto saw that place, he thought the ground was stained with blood too, “People make stupid decisions when they're scared. He knew that and used it to his advantage.”

“That's kinda cool… I guess.”

Sasuke tried to enter the conversation, “Ya’ know, Sakura fought him once.”

“She did?!”

“Yes,” Naruto sighed, and glared at Sasuke, “It was arguably the official start of the Fourth Ninja War.”

“I thought it started because of the Gokage Summit.” Menma said in confusion. That's what a lot of the history textbooks would say. It was a clear line in the sand, when the Gokage formally joined forces against the Akatsuki.

“Well, yes, but also, war is a funny thing. There are many things that lead up to it and it's hard to ever say when it really starts.” Naruto said.

“What do you think started it?”

Gaara answered quickly, “The Third Shinobi War.”

“That doesn't make sense.”

“After it ended the Dynamos and Kages agreed to enter a disarmament, causing many villages to lose a majority of their funding.” Gaara explained, “The loss of money ment villages had to decide on whether or not they could pay for veterans benefits. Most decided they couldn’t. Leaving several very powerful ninja without a way to earn an income from the state. Many went rogue.”

“Okay?”

“Of those that went rogue, were the members of the Akatsuki. All people who played a part in the Third Ninja War. All trying to create eternal peace, due to the issues they faced in the Third War.”

Naruto added, “Your fathers right, because of all of that we entered a dark age. Without a reason to fight, there was no reason to pass down knowledge. Many ninja families were killed off, in fear that they still had power. When they died their histories died with them.”

“So war is good?” Menma still couldn't comprehend the complexities of war at his young age. As he shouldn’t. The young boy should be writing histories of heroes who saved the day. Something that would carry hope for the future.

Naruto said, “No.”

“War is complicated.” Gaara added.

“Heavy topics for breakfast,” Sasuke noted as he ate his eggs that were done in the middle of their long winded speeches.

“We were going to leave it at Lord Sisori’s accomplishments in the Third Ninja War… but somebody had different ideas.” Naruto glared at him.

“Tch.”

“When would you say the Fourth Ninja War started, Mr. Sasuke?” Menma asked.

Who responded with, “Konoha Crush.”

“What's that?”

“It was when-

“It's how me and your father met.” Naruto said, glaring at his ex.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Gaara said, “Your mother showed me great compassion, and our relationship bloomed from there.”

“And it had nothing to do with the Fourth War. It was a fringe group who attacked Konoha.” Naruto added.

“I’d hardly call Suna a fringe group…” Sasuke scoffed.

“I’m talking about The Sound.”

“We attacked Konoha?” Menma couldn't comprehend that. They had been allies since before he was born. His mother was from there, his cousin was from there, they visited often.

“Yes.” Gaara tried not to shy away from his own past.

“Does that mean Shikadai might be my enemy one day?”

“No,” Naruto said confidently, “We’re in an age of peace.”

“Plus, there are many treaties in place to ensure that Konoha and Sunagakure remain allies.” Kankuro tried to help out.

Menma was still concerned, “How do we know they’ll stay?”

“Because you and Shikadai exist,” Naruto accidentally placed a heavy burden onto his child's shoulders, “You all will ensure that our treaties will live on in the future.”

“Oh.”

“Now enough talk about war… Finish up your breakfast.”

[hiddleyheh]

Naruto fic recs?

Anon.

Do you know what you have just wrought upon me?

List under cut

Fair warning: It's long :)

I'll be honest, I had no idea how to organize this while making this, so if you're looking for a trope, just ctrl+f or something sdfjlsdf

Gen Kakashi-centric fics:

Renegade by @/pbjamas - Teen - Multi-chap - Complete- Graphic depictions of violence, Major character death - Gen - Missing-Nin Kakashi, Whump Kakashi, ANBU Kakashi

(Mind archive warnings) Wanna watch Kakashi literally lose everything at the age of 19? Yeah? hah, me too, watch him get the shit beat out of him and nearly die like 3 times in this fic <3

A Little Blood Never Hurt Anyone by @/depressedhatakekakashi - Mature - One-shot - Author chose not to use archive warnings, Blood, Gore, Torture, Disassociation, Electrocution, Breaking bones, Minor character death - Mentioned Kkg - Whump Kakashi, ANBU Kakashi, Hurt barely any comfort

(Mind content warnings and archive warning) Kakashi gets captured on a mission gone very wrong and has no choice but to endure until he either dies or help arrives. One of my favorite whump fics that I like to go back to.

Legacy of a God Long Forgotten by @/thesaintraphael - General Audiences - Multi-chap - Indefinite Hiatus - Graphic depictions of violence, Cannibalism, Blood and gore, Manipulation - MinaKushi - Hatake clan lore & headcanons, Everyone lives

(Mind tags) What if the Hatake clan was blessed by gods, a teensy, little more unhinged (just a tiny bit), and a lot more powerful? This fic explores that and man is it good

Shadows, Blinding by Pesto - General - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Creator chose not to use archive warnings - Gen - Hatake clan lore, Family secrets, Dog-teeth Kakashi

(Mind tags) Kakashi dies and wakes up in a valley full of people that have familar hair and eyes.

Peak "everyone is hiding something" vibes. When the author tagged family secrets, they weren't kidding. Everything is layered and Kakashi is trying to get back to his kids while also trying not to succumb his clan traits.

I love the Hatake Ocs in this fic. Akio is such an asshole, I love him. Nana is scary sjdjsjd

Year of the Ghost by scrappybook - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - No archive warnings apply - Gen - Canon divergence, Greif/mourning, Anbu Kakashi, Slice of life

Kakashi retires shortly after the Kyuubi attacks the village. Two words: Farmer Kakashi. For all the domesticity in this fic, I love how Kakashi is still involved in politics. Also him innovating Fuuinjutsu for domestic use instead of combat,,,, waa I love when fics explore that.

Wolf-Nin by Scribulus - Mature - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - Eventual Kakashi/Zabuza, MinaKushi - Time travel, Wolf-instincts, Cannibalism, Blood and gore, Body horror, Good Orochimaru

(Mind Content warnings and tags) Kakashi dies 36, wakes up in his 6 year old body, and decides he's going to drastically change the fate of his village. Canid summoning contract my beloved, Kakashi goes absolutely feral in this fic and it's glorious. Featuring Mentor!Orochimaru :D

Team Minato-centric Fics:

Alone No More by Emily Violet - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence, Child abuse - Gen - Misunderstandings, Hatake clan lore, Team Minato as family, Major character injury

An exploration of what if Kakashi was hated by the village similarly to how Naruto was treated? Except now, Hatake clan lore is at play.

And other things Kakashi did not hallucinate by cyan96 - Teen - One-shot - No archive warnings apply - Gen - Kind of crack treated seriously, Anbu Hatake Kakashi, Jinchuuriki Nohara Rin

Kakashi thinks he's hallucinating his dead teammates that occasionally stop by and make sure he's self-caring. Idk how a fic can be so funny yet so gut-wrenchingly sad, but this managed to do it and it's great. I go back to this once in a while because I love this concept sm

chasing visions of our futures by @/kirpyee - Teen - Multi-chap - Complete - No archive warnings apply - Obkk - Anbu Kakashi, Anbu Obito, Anbu Rin, Jinchuuriki Nohara Rin, Hurt/comfort

Kushina is put in charge of taking care of the aftermath of Team 7. *holds this au gently* ah I wanted to sucker punch Danzou in the jaw soooo badly while reading this. It was marvelous <3 Also Bamf!Kushina and Minato facing the consequences of his inactions (he's still learning) my beloved

the dog who dies is the one who is mourned by hallowed nebulae - Teen - One-shot - Major character death - Obkk, implied Kagumo - Self-esteem issues, Graphic character death, Minato is a bad teacher (He tried though)

(Mind archive warnings and tags) MMMM this fic made me cry real tears and I loved every heart-stabbing moment of it. Sometimes I like to go back to it just to make my heart go aaaaa

Before the Morning Comes by myadamantiumheart - Explicit - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - KkObiRin- Jinchuuriki Nohara Rin, Running away, Uzushiogakure, Team Minato as family, Rin-centric

Fic summary: Or, the one where Team Seven runs away and builds a better world on their own. I have no idea how to word my thoughts to describe the sheer amount of love I have this fic. All that I can say is that these kids are just kids and deserve a break and oh my god does this fic deliver. Also, the politics is top-tier.

To Be Given A Second Chance (God, We Didn't Ask for This) by why is this a thing now - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - Gen - Time Travel Fix-It, Team Minato as family

After passing, reconciling, and accidentally being given a second chance, Kakashi, Obito, and Rin are once again alive and are going to change their fate and future. This is part of the let's do teh time warp again series by the same author. I also recommend reading Akatuski no Tobi - The Fuckening 1 and 2. It's the same au, now further in the timeline with KkObiRin and it's hilarious.

the rabbit child who danced in the moonflower fields by Digi Noir, hallowed nebulae - Teen - Multi-chap - Discontinued - Creators chose not to use archive warnings - Obkk, Past Kagumo - Hatake clan lore, Hatake clan is from Uzushiogakure, Worldbuilding, Self-hatred, Panic attacks, Nonbinary Kakashi

I recommend reading the fic summary, if I even try to remotely summarize it, I'll have several paragraphs. This is an incredibly interesting take on the Hatake clan and I absolutely love it. Kakashi is not only carrying the burden of his father's death but also the culture of his clan and the lasting effects of colonization from the Uzumaki clan, physically and mentally.

nothing lasts by @/kirpyee - Mature - Multi-chap - Complete - Graphic depictions of violence, Major character death - Obkk, MinaKushi - Human experimentation, Anbu Kakashi, Root, Torture

(Mind content warnings and tags) Danzo captures Kakashi and has old genes from his clan resurfaced. Ah, hurt no comfort my beloved. SJDNFKJADF SCREAMING AND CRYING Team Minato does not get a break in this fic and ahg my heart </3 Some people also made alternative endings, I recommend go reading them as well :D

Team Seven-centric Fics:

And So, The Sensei Supports His Students by ihopethelightwillshineupon - General - Multi-chap - Complete - No Content Warnings - Gen - Team as Family, 5+1 fic

A series of disconnected stories with Team 7 from different ages as they all grow and Kakashi tries to be a supportive teacher, its really cute :]

How to Make a Team by Pleasedial123 - No rating - Series (Incomplete) - 2 completed multi-chap works - Creator chose not to use archive warnings, Canon-typical violence - Gen - Kakashi is a good teacher, Team as family, Medic-nin Uchiha Sasuke, Bamf!Sakura, worldbuilding, politics

Just typing out the name of this series has me all giddy in my seat. Kakashi decides to take his grief and the reflections of his old team and motivate himself to stop history from repeating itself. The worldbuilding, headcanons, and characterization are all phenomenal. If you are looking for a good Team 7 as family series, I cannot recommend this enough.

Theif-Nin Sakura by Hemerodromus - Mature - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence, Major character death - SakuIno - Bamf!Sakura, Sakura-centric, Chakra theory, Kakashi is a good teacher, Politics, Kakashi becomes Sakura's mentor

While cleaning the corpses off the bridge (read: corpse looting), Sakura finds a scroll to Haku's kekkei genkai. And so the Copy-Cat teaches the Klepto-Kitten Honestly the idea that kekkei genkai can be replicated with super fine chakra control is so galaxy brain and I love this concept sm.

Dance of the Dog by Tartarun ff.net ao3 - General audiences - Multi-chap - Ongoing - No archive warnings apply, Canon-typical violence - Gen - Sensei Obito, Missing-nin Kakashi, Rin lives, Bamf!Sakura, Team 7 as family, Politics, Everyone is lying, Empty graves

Fic Summary: "Kakashi loved Konoha a little less and his father a bit more. What happens next changes the face of history. However, Team 7's destiny years later is still wrapped with the silver-haired man's and an intricate dance begins." Fic is being edited and uploaded to Ao3, but ff.net has more chapters. THIS FIC. I cannot put into words how much this fic makes me froth at the mouth and make me want to commit 20 different felonies. Everything is so interconnected, character interactions and dialogues are heavily loaded and the sub-text is so tasty. You never truly know what the character's motivations are, what they are hiding, and how they are using others around them. Everyone is lying and eventually, everything happens at once. If you want to know how fucking good this fic is, even though the summary outright tells you Kakashi is alive, how the author presents it, it's nearly impossible to tell if it's Kakashi or not if you haven't read it. And in terms of the narrative? That makes sense. The characters can't tell if Kakashi is even alive or if that is Sakumo, or someone else completely.

Everyone is morally grey and using each other and It Is So Good.

Hellbent by LuckySeven - Mature - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - SakuNaru, IruKaka, InoMari - Missing-nin Team 7, Fuinjutsu master Sakura, Medic-nin Sasuke, BAMF Naruto, Kakashi is a good teacher, Politics, Team 7 as family

Orochimaru tells Team 7 the truth about Naruto's parents and Sasuke's clan back in the Forest of Death. As a result, the genin decide the village is not for them and Kakashi is there to keep his kids safe. Uzushio rep FUCK YEA. From protective Kakashi to Fuinjutsu and Medical theory, this fic is amazing. There are actual stakes present and what goes on in the shinobi world is not just isolated to Konoha. All of the factors and groups are at play in this fic are incredibly engaging and makes the world seem more active and lively.

It’s Just That Any One of Us Is Half Without Another One Is You by Branch - Mature - Complete - Graphic depictions of violence - SakuNaruSasu - Team 7 as family, Kakashi is a good teacher, Medic-nin Naruto, Spy Sakura, Politics

Itachi stays the villain, Madara has no manipulated minion to do his bidding, and Team 7 is not a repeat of its predecessors. Really nice character exploration that is actually consistent. Kishimoto could never do what this fic did skdfaldf It's so good

Shinobi: Team 7 by Gallyrat - Not rated - Multi-chap - Indefinite hiatus - Gen - Worldbuilding, Politics, AU

An AU where the author completely rebuilds Naruto from the ground up. Naruto's true lineage is properly hidden, Sakura's knowledge in history becomes far more useful, Sasuke is trying to live outside of the shadow cast by his brother. Konoha and all other major hidden villages have a history that is far more intertwined. Power balancing is reasonable and realistic and the author still stays true to canon characterization. Also, Danzo's role as a necessary evil for the good of the village actually makes sense and does justice to his character. (It was this fic that introduced me to the idea of Root Commander!Kakashi, and I've been hooked on it since)

Time travel/Dimension Hopping: (I have a lot of favorites in this type of au, I'm a sucker for this trope <3)

me wa kokoro no kagami; the eyes are the window to the soul by BoyGirlBothNoneImTheUniverse - Mature - Multi-chap - Complete - Creator chose not to use Archive Warnings - Gen - Team 7 as family, body swap, Time travel au

The first work in the Kishikaise series (incomplete), where Team 7 travels back in time. Things go a bit different than what was expected and political shenanigans ensue and Team 7 has to find a way to play with the cards they have been dealt.

Nidaime Otokage by DuskBeforeDawn - Mature - Multi-chap - Incomplete (last updated in 2019) - Graphic depictions of violence - Gen - Team 7 as Family, Team 7 are little shits, Kakashi is a little shit, Kakashi-centric

Kakashi and Team 7 wake up in the past and alternate universe to that of their own. The two groups must now navigate the new world while trying to find each other. It's crack taken seriously, and great.

Once More With Feeling by Chicken Train and Laser Beam - Mature - Multi-chap - Incomplete (Last updated 2019) - Gen - Kakashi-centric, Politics, Time-travel au

Don't let the fact that it's only 5 chapters long and last updated in 2019 fool you. It has 130k+ words and It Is A Fic To Read. If you like unlikely team-ups, I think you'll like Kakashi, Tsunade, and Jiraiya in this fic. The characterization is fucking amazing. The plot? *chefs kiss* Power balancing and character arcs are handled so well AND it has one of The Most Satisfying character death scenes that I have ever read. Just utter the line "Do you deny it?" And I will go ape shit insane at a flip of a switch. The entire time, in that scene, you KNOW Kakashi was playing with his food, only dragging it out for his enjoyment and to make him feel fear. Even better: The authors spent 3 hours getting a whole ass cake with "Ding Dong our problems are gone" in icing to celebrate killing off that character. If that doesn't show you how much love, dedication, and effort is put in this fic and I don't know what will.

Saving the World (On Accident and Through Other People) by xwannaflyx - Teen - Series (Ongoing) - 3 completed works - No archive warnings apply, Canon typical violence - Gen - Kakashi-centric, Sensei Orochimaru

Kakashi goes back in time to save the world with no plan, only to inadvertently do that when Tsunade realizes how much of a hot mess Kakashi and Orochimaru are. I have a huge weak spot for aus where Orochimaru becomes Kakashi's mentor, especially when the both of them are super dysfunctional, out of touch, socially awkward prodigies. They're trying their best <3

Love Will Find You (This Is a Threat) by @/sthene - Mature - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Author chose not to use archive warnings - ObKk, SasuNaru, SakuHina, ItaRin - Team 7 as family, Fairy-tale elements, Mythology, Good!Obito, Slow burn, Kakashi is trying his best, Everyone needs a hug

Infinite Tsukuyomi was set off a bit too early, and Kurama was forced to transport Team 7 to another universe in order to save them. Kakashi, Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke now are forced to navigate a world so closely alike yet oh so different from their own. All the while, a lot more things seem to be at play.

With the number of times I draw, write theories, scream, yell, cry, or just straight up go ape shit insane about this fic on this blog, how can I not include this fic? Every scene and chapter is so beautifully written and detailed. Not knowing the full story, every detail is loaded; even the imagery is a hint for what is to come (THE FUCKING TREE AND WOLF PUNS). The characterization and headcanons are *Chefs kiss* The angst will make you scream, cry, and you will love every single second of it. Team 7's dynamic is amazing. It's balanced with fluff, and I love Sthene's take of an alternate universe where Team 7 are the ghosts of their loved ones. If you love to overanalyze details, Hatake clan lore, world-building, Japanese mythology, and fairy-tale elements, this fic is for you.

failures to learn from, not dwell on by lavilleons - Not rated - Multi-chap - Incomplete - Author chose not to use archive warnings - Hatake Clan lore

Nara Shikaku and Yamanaka Inoichi die in the Fourth Shinobi War, only to wake up nearly 3 decades earlier and with the knowledge of yet to come. Unsure how to stop the fate of the world, they try to prevent the village's first failure that they can realistically enact at their age: Hatake Sakumo's death.

One of the most unique time-travel fix-it au's I've read in terms of plot. The Hatake clan headcanons are great and I love kid!Kakashi in this fic, he's such a little shit sdflakdfsnlsidf

Wolves of Fire Country by Midnite Republic - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Creator chose not to use archive warnings, Canon typical violence - Eventual Kakashi/Izuna - Slow burn, Hatake clan lore & headcanons, Team as family, Warring states era

Another mission gone awry, Kakashi and his students find themselves decades in the past and now need to navigate it. Love the Hatake clan history here

Time Waits for No Man by LaughingWombat - Teen - Multi-chap - Complete - No archive warnings apply - MinaKushi - Kakashi-centric, Team Minato as family, Politics, Hurt/comfort

Hokage!Kakashi gets sent back in time from an assassination attempt and finds himself in his 12 year old body. He has no idea whether or not his actions will affect the future he fought and suffered so hard for. I love the conflict in this fic sm. While you would understandably get frustrated by how each character reacts to Kakashi knowing the future, it's understandable. The moral dilemmas and misunderstandings flesh them out so well.

Enemy of the World by Kelakair - Teen - Multi-chap -Ongoing - Creator chose not to use archive warnings, Graphic depictions of violence - Obkk - Dimension hop, Edo tensei, Hatake Sakumo lives

Tobi accidentally ends up in a parallel universe where Sakumo lives and Team Minato is still united; the ideal world. Obito decides to destroy it all.

I am just. a small creture. you must not know how much stress i am in. *chefs kiss* to all the twists and turns

Blinding Loyalty and Bitter Hearts by Myst Marshall - Mature - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - Major character death - Gen - Body swap, Missing-nin Kakashi, Anbu Root Kakashi, Murder mystery, Revenge, Betrayal

Two Kakashi's from different universes swap I'm a sucker for body swap au, but holy shit the author is swapping two au!Kakashi's. It's incredibly intriguing to find how the same characters differ so much from each other and where that point of divergence begins.

Three's A Crowd (But Pack Sticks Together) by ShiiroiKitsune21 - Multi-chap - Complete - MinaKushi - Canon-typical violence, Jinchuuriki Kakashi, Third Shinobi War, Team Minato as family

Kurama and Kakashi are the last surivors after Kaguya decimated everyone. In a desperate attempt, the two go back in time and Kurama is sealed in 12 year old Kakashi. The writing in the first couple chapters can come off as a bit cheesy, even the author admitted that when they went back and edited it, but when it picks up, oh it picks up. It's one of my favorite comfort long fics to go back and read on, I love how you can see how the author progresses in their writing over time.

buried alive series by @/doggoneloser - Teen - 1 completed, 1 ongoing work - Major character death - Gen - Kakashi-centric, Third Shinobi War, Hurt/comfort, Parallel universes

Kakashi dies during Pein's attack, goes back in time, decides to fix history at the cost of himself. This was the first Kakashi time travel fic I have ever read and MAN did it get me hooked to this trope. An absolute great read that I've gone back to time and time again <3

Crossovers:

scars like wings by hyugesoo - Mature - Multi-chap - Ongoing Graphic depictions of violence - Gen - Child soldiers, Kid fic, Kakashi-centric, Animal instincts

A crossover with the anime, Noragami. The God of War and Calamity, Yato, is reborn into Kakashi.

I'll be honest, I never watched Noragami but the writing does really shine through with Yato's characterization and his past before he became Kakashi. I wasn't as lost to the story of his character. Also, I love the Minato in this fic. He may be a parental figure, but he's still training child soldiers

And the Moon Will Bleed Anew by @/DrDiabolical - Explicit - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - Gen - Dimensional travel, Blindness, Kakashi is a troll

Jujutsu Kaisen crossover - During the 4th war, Kakashi ends up in the JJK universe Kakashi is a little shit in this fic skdfsldkfa

Road to Nowhere by @/Aerugonian - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - No archive warnings apply - EraserMic - Reincarnation, Kakashi-centric, Identity issues, Hurt/comfort

A BNHA crossover: Kakashi dies in Pein's attack and is reborn as Shinsou Hitoshi. I have never read or watched BNHA, but this au and fic has me HOOKED. Just the idea of Kakashi getting a normal childhood and actually getting the affection and love he never had as a kid is an easy way to get me invested. I also recommend checking out the Road to Nowhere Extended Universe, has a lot of great fics inspired by this au.

it should have buried you by Some Dead Guy - Teen - No archive warnings apply - Obkk, EraserMic - Obito needs a hug

BNHA Crossover au, inspired by Road to Nowhere - Obito is reincarnated as Bakugou Katsuki I am a simple man. If I see Obkk and also inspired by Road to Nowhere, I click. The soft moments though,,, aa

Rotating Clouds by Kazumi123 - Teen - Ongoing - Creator chose not to use archive warnings - SatoSugu - Found Family, Kakashi is a little shit, Satoru is a little shit, Comfort no Hurt

JJK crossover: Gojo accidentally travels to the Naruto universe, causes some property damage, and kidnaps surprise adopts 5 year old Kakashi. I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED AN AU LIKE THIS UNTIL NOW (this fic was posted this week while I was making this list and I went: Oh shit yea, I'm definitely gonna rec this nvkwsflakdsd) Kakashi and Gojo are a force to be reckoned with, poor Suguru didn't sign up for this

White Foams and Grey Skies by kazumi123 - General - Multi-chap - Ongoing - No archive warnings apply - Obkk, Minor KakaNana - Reincarnation, Kakashi-centric, Hurt/comfort

JJK crossover: Kakashi dies in the 4th war, Obito curses him, and ends up as Satoru's older brother. Also, Obito is attached to Kakashi as a dormant curse. It was this fic that pushed me into watching the anime and reading the manga. AAAAA IT'S SO GOOD. I went back so many times rereading the chapters. I love Kakashi and Satoru's brotherly relationship, I love how Kakashi still has to deal with chakra exaustion. I love the worldbuilding and incorporation of chakra and cursed energy sdflakdnsjdhf everything is so gooooooood

IruKaka-centric fics:

Let Me Take Your Coat and This Weight off of Your Shoulders by Hamalama - Teen - One-shot - No archive warnings apply - Fluff and angst, Soft, Hurt/Comfort

A series of scenes where Iruka invites Kakashi over for diner and it grows from there.

The Experimental Subject by HazelBeka - Teen - One-shot - No archive warnings apply, Kidnapping, Consensual human experimentation - Mad scientist Iruka, Villain Iruka, Villain Anko, Villain Tenzo, Seals Master Iruka, Anbu Kakashi, Enemies to lovers

MMMMM I didn't know I need mad scientist Iruka until I read this fic. Also, Anko, Tenzo, and Iruka as a dysfunctional evil found family with Orochimaru as their parental figure is the best and is a concept I absolutely love.

Certain Inconsistencies by Cat42103 - Teen - Multi-chap - Complete - Author chose not to use archive warnings - Time travel, Fake/pretend relationship, Found family

Iruka wakes up in the past, and apparently, Kakashi is with him too. Shenanigans ensue.

guess your trajectory by ohwickedsoul - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - No archive warnings apply - Anbu Hatake Kakashi, Fuuinjutsu, Canon divergence

Iruka adopts Naruto Au and Hound is there :]

ObiKaka-centric fics:

criminals do it better by blackkat - Teen to Explicit - Series - Check tags for content warnings - Past!Obt/Nagato, MdTbm, Gai/Genma, & more - Crack, modern au, Organized crime, Humor

Former terrorist now environmentalist, but secretly the leader of a suicide squad!Obito and Former ranger!Kakashi series, I can't really explain the series, check out the summary for yourself sldkfjsd, it's a good read

komorebi by tomorrowsrain - Teen - Series (incomplete) - 3 completed works, 1 ongoing fic - No archive warnings apply, Canon-typical violence - Team 7 as family, Missing-nin Kakashi, Good Obito, Hurt/comfort

Kakashi and Obito meet in the Kyubi's attack, get exiled from Konoha, and reconcile. This series makes my heart go ah

Sakuoro-centric fics: (Sakumo/Orochimaru)

*Silly SakuOro AUs by blackkat - Teen to Mature - Series - Disconnected Sakuoro one shot aus

This series was my gateway drug to Sakuoro. My favorites are: a thousand miles up and we're about to get higher; pick apart the pieces of your heart, with friends like these; and walk, walk fashion baby

Kagumo/Kakashi is the son of Kaguya fics:

Close My Eyes by LegaciesandMemories - Not rated - One-shot - Creator chose not to use archive warnings, Suicide ideation, Mental health issues - Team 7 as family, Families of choice, Angst with a happy ending

(Mind the tags) This was my first kagumo fic, and I read this before actually knowing there were just straight aliens in the anime, so I was just: huh, I have no idea what is going on but I really like this! And thus my fixation with this one ship was born

A visit, but not to the cemetery by Pinepickled - General - No archive warnings apply - Baby Hatake Kakashi

A short and really cute one-shot where Kakashi gets to meet his mom for the first time. Absolutely adorable aa

Misc:

Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem by Tozette - Mature - Multi-chap - Complete Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major character death, Torture, Blood, Gore - Gen - Jashinism, Jashnist Sakura, Dark Comedy, Sakura-centric

(Mind Content and Archive warnings) Fic summary: "The invasion of Konoha during the chuunin exam didn't fail. Team seven is broken, people are dead, and Sakura is hurt and frightened and a very long way from home. Alternative summary: In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people's legs." If you don't mind gore and blood, this fic was a delight to read. So many heart-wrenching moments but this concept was so interesting. F to Team 7 tho.

Pink Fang by Avulle - Teen - Multi-chap - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence - Gen - Sakura-centric, Kakashi is a good teacher, Chakra theory, Bamf!Sakura, Politics, Sakura is a little shit

Fic summary: "One day, after a particularly unpleasant failure of a mission, Kakashi takes a detour through the civilian quarter of Konoha and stumbles on a little pink-haired civilian girl who performs a flawless transformation technique with the wrong set of hand seals." The chakra theory and headcanons are mmmmm so tasty and crunchy. I love Sakura's and Kakashi's dynamic in the fic. Small feisty child bullies her teacher. It sure does escalate quickly And I love it.

Celestial Bodies and Anomalies by @/digitalta - Gen to Teen - Series - Ongoing - 2 completed works - Graphic depictions of violence - Gen - Uchiha Clan lore, Fictional Theology, Time travel, Sasuke-centric

I can't really do justice to this series trying to summarize it and put into words how much I love it. The arcs, the symbolism, the character dynamics, headcanons. I could on and on and never truly describe how much I love it. But ahg the writing is so fucking good. All around kudos to the worldbuilding, it's a wonder to read. Also 10/10 characterizations and interactions. I love Shuisi in this sklfjaldlsidf

The Soldier by panda_shi - Explicit - Ongoing - Graphic depictions of violence, Conditioning, Trauma, Blood and gore, Starvation, Isolation, Pet death, Dark themes - Gen - Anbu Root, Tenzou-centric

(Mind content warning and tags) ROOT worldbuilding my beloved. If you don't mind dark themes that this fic will explore, then you will love the angst in this. POOR TENZOU AHG AND GHFGNGHFGN THE HEADCANONS. THE DOG. OH GOD NOT THE DOG AAAAAAA This fic inspired some of my headcanons for TCASH

[troublesomeshika]

After all this time, I'm still into you

shikamaru nara x reader word count: 2k warnings: i think there’s one swear word?

You two had grown up together. You’d been the yin to his yang, that was the joke you two always heard. You had energy for days, and he was the laziest person in the village. Although you were able to get him moving, he somehow always managed to get you to mellow out. You were the only one who could pull Shikamaru from his spot cloud watching and force him to play ninja with you. He was the only one able to talk you out of your crazy ideas. He held you back from danger, and you pushed him out of his comfort zone. It was a perfectly balanced friendship.

In your academy days, you were able to keep Shikamaru paying attention in class, even if he did sleep for most of it. He likely wouldn’t have passed without you there by his side, bouncing your leg throughout the class. And whenever you’d get too excited to focus, he was able to ground you and make you concentrate on your work. Once you were placed on separate teams, it was harder to keep up your friendship, but something drew you back time and again, and it seemed to be the same for him. He’d see you running around the village and convince you to take the rest of the day off to watch clouds with him. You’d check up on him if you hadn’t seen him around, usually finding him napping. Forcing him to spar with you was the easiest way to get him up and moving, even if he did beat you most times. He knew how you fought, and even if you knew how he fought, you weren’t really one for complicated plans of attack. You weren’t quite as bad as Naruto, but you also weren’t hard to predict. The loser always bought lunch afterwards, and more often than not, your wallet was lighter after spending the day with him. The few times you’d managed to beat him, you’d held it over his head for weeks, not letting him forget until he’d managed to beat you again in retaliation. Through the years, you maintained this dynamic. No one was quite sure how you could motivate him so well and they’d often shake their heads at your polar opposite personalities, sure that one day the differences would be too much. But he was always your lazy best friend. Then you’d gotten into a relationship with Kiba. He perfectly matched your energy and was always up for a good fight. You two were unstoppable and you’d accidentally caused damage to the village more than once. But as you got closer to Kiba, you began to drift away from Shikamaru. Sure the two of you still got together now and then to swap stories and have lunch, but you had less time to seek him out, and turned him down more and more because of dates with Kiba. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be friends, but you both had more and more demands on your time, and Shikamaru’s friendship had just...... become less of a priority in your mind. You felt confident that you’d always be best friends though, you’d been through too much together not to be. 

Eventually, your relationship with Kiba ended. You both loved each other, but a good relationship needs balance, and that just wasn’t possible between you two. Luckily, you’d both realized and parted on good terms. That hadn’t made it hurt any less. And so you’d turned to your best friend. Except that, he couldn’t be there. Not in the way you needed him. You’d drifted far, and although there was still love, you just didn’t quite know each other as well as you once did. But he’d reintroduced you to Ino, and you’d quickly hit it off. It began mostly with a mutual hate of Shikamaru’s laziness, but you’d gone on to bond more and more after that. You began to regularly visit the flower shop Ino worked at to go for lunch. Walking in you called out to her, “Inooooo! You ready to go?”

“Yep! Gimme a minute to hang up my apron.” She smiled, stepping to the back room, “Mom! I’m heading out for lunch, the register is unsupervised!” You heard a voice call back, but couldn’t make out the words. “Whatever, she knows.” Ino shrugged, stepping out from behind the counter. She looped her arm through yours. “Where to?”

“I don’t know, where do you wanna go?” 

“I think Choji had mentioned that he and Shikamaru were gonna try out that new barbeque place that just opened- wanna see if they’re there?” 

You grinned at the thought of barbeque, “Sounds good to me, let’s go!” And with that, the two of you strolled off. 

You weren’t excited to see Shikamaru, it was still awkward between you, but Ino seemed to want to hang out with her team, and who were you to stop her just because you were afraid of an awkward silence. As you walked over to the restaurant, you made small talk with Ino, telling her about the mission you’d just gotten back from. “Ugh, I can’t wait till Lady Tsunade sends us out again. I’m so tired of sitting in that flower shop everyday!” Ino groaned, rolling her eyes. “Like, I’m happy to have something to do I guess, but it gets really old really- Oh there they are!” she raised a hand, spotting the two boys sitting at a table. “Hey! Got room for two more?” she pulled you over with her. “Yeah of course, are you gonna pay?” Choji asked, grinning. 

Slapping his arm, Ino sat down next to him. “Of course not, pay for your own food!” She smiled at you, nodding towards the seat across from her, next to Shikamaru. You grabbed the chair and slid it out, sitting down. “So, what’ve you guys been up to on our time off?” Ino started. 

“Nothing much, I learned how to bake which has been awesome. Now I can have cake whenever I want!” Choji exclaimed, smiling. “Nice, Shikamaru?” Ino looked to the boy next to you. 

“Ehh, just been laying around mostly.” Ino seemed satisfied and launched into a conversation with Choji. You chuckled and under your breath said, “Now who’s surprised at that.” You kept your eyes trained on the menu, searching for a meal you liked.

“Yeah well, at least I can relax.” you heard quietly from beside you. 

Your head shot up, looking at Shikamaru. “Oh? Well, there is a difference between relaxing and becoming one with your bed you know.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. His mouth twitched, a small smirk betraying him. “Mmm you’ve got me there. One of these days you’ll run out of fuel and end up sleeping for days, and when that happens I won’t let you forget it.”

“Yeah no, sleeping for days? Sounds like a drag.” You grinned, teasing him just like you used to, this time, feeling your cheeks heat slightly.

He side-eyed you, grinning, “You and your mouth never stop moving, isn’t it troublesome to be always going?” 

You opened your mouth, pretending to be offended, but before you could reply, the waiter showed up to take everyone’s orders. The rest of lunch passed in casual conversation with the table, as you avoided looking at Shikamaru. It felt good to trade insults again, but something was still different, it wouldn’t ever really be the same, and you knew you held most of the blame for that. 

When lunch finished, you offered to walk Ino back to the flower shop. She agreed, and you bade Choji and Shikamaru goodbye. Turning your backs on the restaurant, Ino grinned at you. “So?” You just continued walking, “So what?” 

She groaned, “You and Shikamaru! Didn’t it feel good to be just like the old days? I remember how you two always were.” She knocked her shoulder against yours. “Haha, yeah I guess....” you trailed off, staring at the feet. “I don’t know though. It’s just not the same you know? It’s different. There’s still.... distance between us.” 

Ino rolled her eyes, “You know, I still wonder, how did you two even get so far?” 

“Hah, I don’t. It’s my fault really,” you proceeded to spill the beans on how you’d chosen your relationship with Kiba over Shikamaru’s friendship. “And now we’re basically strangers compared to how close we used to be. I hate it but, it is what it is, there’s no going back.”

She nodded silently before asking, “Wasn’t he your first kiss?” 

You chuckled remembering the day. A soft blush covered your cheeks thinking of how embarrassed and nervous you’d been. Shikamaru had asked you after school, and you’d agreed to be his first kiss. You’d been hoping it meant that he felt something for you, but looking back, you knew it was just your schoolgirl crush clouding your thoughts. “Yeah, but that was just because we were both awkward kids and wanted to get it out of the way with someone we trusted, you know?” Ino scoffed. “Hey, Shikamaru was the one who had suggested it. You know he never saw me like that. And I felt that way for like, 3 months tops. Well, okay maybe more like 5 months.” Ino stopped in her tracks. You turned around, staring at her. “What’s wrong, did you forget something?” 

“God you’re dumb Y/N.” She shook her head. “You really think Shikamaru just ‘wanted to get it out of the way’? I wish I lacked critical thinking, you seem so happy.” 

“Hey what the hell?” Your brow furrowed. “He did!! He called first kisses “a drag” and said it was better to just be done with it!”

Ino walked over, grabbing your hands. “Sweet sweet Y/N. So much energy, so few brain cells. He liked you. For a long time. Anyone could see it!” 

You shook your head, laughing, “Ino, I really don’t know what you think you saw, but we were best friends. Nothing else.” “Y/N,” She stared into your eyes, “when you started dating Kiba? He wasn’t just put out because you pulled away. He never actually said it, and he seemed to think he was hiding it,” she chuckled, “honestly I don’t know if he knew. But seeing you with Kiba, and the fact that you pulled away,” she pursed her lips, “it wasn’t a great time for him.” 

You were shocked. You didn’t quite believe her about his feelings, but the idea that you’d caused him so much trouble and hurt brought tears to your eyes, which threatened to spill over. You shook your head and began walking away. “Ino, I just remembered I have some errands to run,” you raised a hand in farewell, “I’ll... see you soon.” 

Your mind was going a million miles an hour, and even though you hadn’t lied, you did have errands to run, you weren’t going to get anything done. You walked, without knowing where you were going. You were lost in your thoughts, and you allowed your feet to steer you wherever they wanted to go. Finally looking up, you found yourself at a familiar clearing. Smiling sadly, you reminisced over the days you’d spent here when you were younger. Sure you were still always going, but your body had gotten better at knowing when you needed to take a break. And now, almost at a breaking point, your body had brought you back here, to the place you’d relaxed a thousand times. This time though, you laid down by yourself, feeling the grass prickling against your back. Staring up at the sky, you breathed deeply, trying to organize your thoughts. Clouds passed by quickly and the wind played with the hair around your face. “After all this time, Shikamaru?” you covered your face with your hands and groaned, “I can’t believe I’m still into you, this sucks. I was so sure it was nothing but a childhood crush, and now? Ugh.” You laid there, slowly drifting off into a nap you desperately needed. When you cracked open your eyes and sat up, the sun had disappeared and only lights twinkled in the village. You sighed, “Get it together, Y/N.” You weren’t sure if you were going to apologize, confess, or something else, but you knew you needed to see him. And so, standing up, you began your walk of shame towards the Nara compound.

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i just really enjoy listening to paramore and writing angst. honestly it’s not even that angsty imo, i was gonna make it worse but the writing gods said not to. n e ways, hope you enjoy!!

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Shopping and Cookies

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anon asked:  can u plssssssssss do a scenario where u go christmas shopping with naruto & baking cookies w him im sry i just love him sm !!

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Hi anon and thank you for requesting with us! I am so sorry that this got out so late, but thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this!!!

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You stood in the bakery aisle, trying to choose which chocolate would be the best for the cookies that you and Naruto would be baking tonight. Would it be milk chocolate? Or dark chocolate? You just couldn’t decide which one would be tastier, seeing as both of them are pretty good in freshly baked cookies. Sighing out in frustration, you turned to your boyfriend, Naruto. “Hey, which one do you wanna do for the cookies tonight?” 

Naruto turned his head from the bag of flour with wide eyes and stared for a few seconds, before looking between you and the chocolate chips. “Well, I think you should do the milk chocolate ones. The dark chocolate ones are a little too-- bitter-- for my taste.” He told you, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips, emphasizing his distaste for the dark chocolate. 

“Hah, I forgot about that. Well--milk chocolate chip cookies it is!” you exclaimed, tossing the chips into the cart, then strolling out of the aisle onto the next. “Now, what else do you want, my honey bunches of oats?”

“Eugh, please don’t call me that.” Naruto cringed, lightly slapping you on the arm. Though he said he didn’t like being called that, he was still smiling. 

You shrugged off his slap and continued on, picking some chips and other snacks along the way. You also watched as Naruto sneakily put in some spicy ramen in the corner of the cart. You rolled your eyes and stopped walking, pointing to the ramen. “Naruto, baby, I love you, but I would rather kill you than have you eat that again.” You said, reaching out to take the blasted noodles, but was intervened by Naruto taking you by the wrist and giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. 

“No, please, it won’t be like last time--”

“That was what you said last time!”

“Yeah, but this time is different!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your middle and trying to move you away from the ramen. “I promise, this time, I will not explode the bathroom. I will eat responsibly!” 

“Yeah, right.” You sighed out, shaking your head in exasperation. “Ugh, fine, fine. I can never say no to you.” Putting the ramen  back into the cart, You started strolling towards the checkout area. 

“You know, you’re the best partner ever right?” Naruto told you, kissing you on the cheek. You rolled your eyes and grumbled.

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“(y/n), I think the cookies are burning!” Naruto shouted from the kitchen, putting on some oven mitts to get the cookies out of the oven. 

Running into the kitchen from the living room, you grabbed another pair and took the second tray of cookies out, “I think I put them in for too long!”

“Oh that’s just fantastic. No more cookies.” Naruto whined, staring forlornly at the burnt cookies. You patted him on the shoulder and leaned your head against it. “Well, I guess we can just eat that spicy ass ramen instead.” You suggested nonchalantly, not realizing what you had brought upon yourself. 

Naruto took a hold of your shoulders and his eyes were a glistening blue of playful mischief, and with a low gravel to his voice he said, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

You shifted your eyes from side to side, having no idea what he was thinking. “Uh. No, I really don’t.”

“Eating contest! Who can eat the spicy ramen the fastest and not die from it, wins!”

“Wow, your idea of fun is awfully concerning.” 

“Yeah? And your idea of fun was to bake cookies that later got burnt because someone-- you-- wasn’t watching the oven.” Naruto retorted, crossing his arms. He smirked victoriously when you started to glare at him. 

“Oh you are so on,” You gritted out, walking past him and into the cupboard to grab the ramen, “by the time this is over, you are going to be living in the bathroom!”

Needless to say, you won. And Naruto was laying on their shared bed, groaning and holding his stomach. You laid beside him, rubbing his back soothingly. “That...Was a horrible idea.”

“Yeah it was, my honey bunches of oats, yeah it was.”

Naruto groaned from the nickname, then turned over, wrapping his arms around your midsection, snuggling into your chest. “We’ll make cookies again, and we won’t burn them.”

You giggle, combing your fingers through his hair. “We shall, and they will be the most delicious cookies ever. Just like you.”

[hyunsracha]

for your entertainment — han jisung

word count: 2.3k

summary: jisung panics when he sees cute people. he also stares at them.

so you work at an entertainment store right

where ppl can buy like uhhh movies and albums n merch n stuff!!

u like ur job.. it’s one of the least popular stores in the mall so u spend most of ur time organizing and reorganizing with one earbud in listening to music

u have to wear a boring grey t-shirt as uniform so u spice things up by making the rest of u look good

everyone else does the same thing i mean … ur manager lia wears purple eyeshadow ok

ur other manager chris doesn’t even try to look good! and it’s so fucking annoying u wanna knock his fuck 24/7

random girl: hehe<3 can i have ur number?

chris: only if u sign up for our rewards program<3

u, angry bc u haven’t sold any rewards programs in a week: >:(

ur other two co-workers are hyunjin and jeongin.

hyunjin has a pretty popular youtube dancer cover channel, but for Copyright Reasons it’s not paying the bills

and jeongin is a senior in high school and this is his first job and u just wanna pinch his little cheeks every time u work together

“y/n i swear to god i’m gonna punch u and get fired rn stop POKING MY CHEEKS-”

“he’s just a little baby…*to passing customer* LOOK AT THE BABY!”

“>:(((“

so it’s a tuesday night.

tuesday nights are the fucking best (worst if u love talking to ppl) bc u’ll get like … 2 customers in 4 hours?

it’s 8pm and the mall closes at 9

usually u start vacuuming at 8:30 but at like 7:50 chris was like “GET THE FUCKING VACUUM WE’RE CLOSING RN !!”

jeongin: u do it.

u: no u do it bitch.

jeongin: *sticks out his fist*

u sigh and do rock paper scissors like the baby wants.

and u lose

u fucking lose

and jeongin just cackles, sitting down on the stool behind the registers

so u trudge to the back room and the vacuum, grumbling about how ur older so jeongin should be doing this!!

but it’s fine!

so you’re vacuuming right.

and in storms Han Jisung

yes han jisung is the kinda dude to come to the mall right before closing and go on a shopping spree

he’s got his best friend lee minho in tow, who does Not look happy to be here.

“come on minho!! i need to get season 4 of naruto to finish my collection!!” jisung whines, pulling on his friend’s arm as he stands on his tiptoes to look for the anime section.

“can you keep your voice down?? i have an image, yanno.”

“minho you’re literally here to buy a kelly clarkson album.”

minho grumbles and waddles off towards the cds, where you are...vacuuming...loudly

and minho’s like -____- why are u so fucking loud

like u don’t MEAN to be loud?? but it’s a VACUUM??

so minho’s looking for his beloved kelly clarkson album right,

and jisung comes around the corner, season 4 of naruto in tow.

and he sees you

and nearly drops it

jisung gets crushes very easily okay..

he can’t help it! the boy loves to love (◕‿◕)♡

and u look so cute in ur lil t-shirt!! like a little retail angel!!

so he grabs minho’s arm and DRAGS HIM TO where the movies are

and he panics!

“THEY’RE SO CUTE AAH I WANNA GIVE THEM A BIG FAT HUG-”

“do you mean the person vacuuming -__- loud as hell”

“minho it’s a vacuum.”

so you stop vacuuming and return the vacuum to the back room (and wash ur hands in the bathroom bc the soap smells like lemons and sunshine) and come back to the floor

u have a ton of time until closing so u just. sit.. and start reorganizing the heavy metal albums.

after a while u feel … weird … like ur being watched

so u turn around and. there they are. staring like (・_・)

and ur like “HELLO?!?!” but u don’t say anything

u just give them a Customer Service Smile and a, “can i help you with anything?”

jisung just giggles and shakes his head and minho keeps fuckign staring

mr lee i will knock ur fuck is that what u want

so u shrug and go back to ur sorting, keeping an eye on the CREEPS in ur store.

at 8:55 chris is like “jeongin go close the gate.” n jeongin’s like “FUCK YEAH” bc he gets to hold a big stick

so he’s walking towards the front of the store with his Big Stick when he sees jisung and minho

“what da hell are y’all doing?” is what he thinks but he says, “(: hi! the store closes in five minutes and i’m about to close the front gate. i’m so sorry, but you have to leave now! :)”

so jisung pouts and minho rolls his eyes, dragging his friend out of the store.

jeongin uses his Big Stick to pull the gate down and he locks it at about mid calf level so y’all can get out.

so that night, u go home and do some homework, but ur still thinking about those weirdos.

but! u’ll probably never see them again!

right?

Wrong.

u see them the next day!

they’re still watching u, but they’re closer

and minho looks more irritated.

towards the end of the night, ur Upset and Confused so u go over to them like o_o. What do u want.

and jisung goes JISJSJHTIE

and minho goes, “jisung thinks you’re cute.”

u start to blush, but jisung squeaks, “NO ahah- uh- he likes to talk in third person! he’s jisung ahaha.”

“my name is not jisung i would Hate to be named jisung.”

“WH- why? there’s a soccer player named jisung. and an idol! multiple idols!”

“yeah the guy in nct is 2 years younger than you and has the same name. and what have You done successfully? Quickly-”

“HEY-”

the two boys in front of u bicker while u start zoning out at the wall behind them.

you knew that the boy with blue hair was jisung, but you didn’t know the one with brown hair. and you assumed that they were friends, judging by the .. bonding activity that is staring at an employee.

and jisung wasn’t …. ugly

like he was really … really cute

but staring at people is fucking weird, jisung!!

when u finally snap out of it, u huff, “okay losers. we are closing soon. so you have to leave. but you’re welcome to come back tomorrow if you’re going to actually talk to me and not just stand in the corner! okay?”

the boys nod, grinning at each other before dashing out of the store.

so, like u said, they’re back the next day!

and this time they actually talk to u! Wow!

you’re sitting on the floor in the back of the store, organizing the funko pops for the 70th time when you feel A Presence.

two, actually.

it’s the two boys, sitting on either side of u.

“hi,” jisung says, playing with his fingers in his lap.

“you’re jisung, right? the cute one..” u reply absentmindedly

u hear a choking sound and then Silence

miss jisung ? miss JISUNG ?

he’s alive, but jfc BARELY

u just called him the CUTE ONE?!?!?

paying no mind, u turn to the boy on ur right, “and you are?”

“lee minho. don’t worry, you won’t forget it.”

“was that supposed to be a pick-up line?”

“did it work?”

“no.”

“HAH!” and jisung’s alive again.

u spend the rest of ur shift talking to the boys, telling them all about ur life while they told u about theirs

u learned that minho was a dancer just like hyunjin! but he went to the nearby university to study.

and that’s where he met jisung, who’s a music composition major

...and a soundcloud rapper…

u could help the laugh that pushed past ur lips at his words

“WHY ARE U LAUGHING.”

“a SoundCloud rapper. really, sung?”

“IT’S COOL ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ”

u couldn’t imagine him as a ‘cool’ rapper dude

he just looked so fluffy :(

at 8:55, the boys got kicked out by jeongin again, but they stood outside the gate, waiting for u

“What do y’all want.”

“i wanna walk u to ur car:(“

“i don’t.”

“ok minho then Leave.”

“NO DON’T he’s my ride don’t say that to him.”

it’s dark outside, and a warm wind blows through ur hair.

it’s late spring, with summer (and finals) fast approaching.

“walking me to my car...what a gentleman…”

“yeah that’s why you should totally go on a date with me haha.”

“what?”

“what?”

“you said-”

“i didn’t say anything.”

minho sighs from behind u, not understanding why his best friend has to be so damn stupid all the time

u lean on ur driver’s side door, not making eye contact with the boy

u didn’t know how to say bye..no one’s ever walked u to ur car before??

“so…” jisung speaks for u, “can i … have your number? so i don’t show up at the store when you’re not working.” he holds his phone out for u to take, a sheepish smile barely visible due to the lights in the parking lot.

“oh! totally.” you take the phone from him, jolting when ur fingers graze his. u set ur contact as ‘the person sungie likes to stare at~” before giving it back to him.

he chuckles at the name, and u feel something inside of u go DOKIDOKI

when he says goodnight and walks away, minho giving u a quick nod, u lock urself in ur car so u can PANIC

u barely know this boy. he’s a weirdo. why is ur heart going dokidoki

heart STOP IT!!

it only gets worse when u hear the text notification sound from ur phone:

[ unknown ]: do u work tmrw? (^_−)☆ i already miss u

…. frick …. he texts cute

dammit jisung why couldn’t u send the laughing emoji

[ y/n ]: i do ! ^.^ i’ll see u then?

[ creeper ]: wouldn’t miss it~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ goodnight!

u nearly slam ur head on the steering wheel.

true to his word, jisung was back the next day

and the day after that

and the day after that

the day after That, u were off, so u didn’t see him

but u guys texted nearly all day!

jisung was just … really easy to talk to :/

and really funny :/

and every time he giggled u just wanted to cry a little bit :/

and u feel like a CLOWN bc u have a CRUSH on this dude that hangs out with u at WORK

one day, ur at work, and jisung isn't there:((

u feel a little dumb being upset about it, but u were starting to get used to the little guy

“somebody looks like a sad clown.”

“hyunjin~” u whine.

“oh no. that’s the boy problems whine. uhhh suddenly i’m on break!” he tries to stand and walk away, but u pull him back down next to u.

see, u and hyunjin were pretty close.

u two are the same age and watch the same dramas.

and ur both super dramatic

which is WHY when u got ur heart broken by lee donghyuck a few months after u started working there, he was ur shoulder to cry - and complain - on.

“stop :( there was this boy who came in every day and talked to me and he’s super cute but he’s not here today and i miss him :(“

hyunjin just …. stared at u like …. wtf are u talking about

“do you have his number?”

“yes.”

“have you texted him to ask why he’s not here today?”

“...no…”

“(；￣Д￣) Y/N U FUCKIN FOOL!!! U ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!!!”

“STOP YELLING AT ME HWANG HYUNJIN I’LL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!”

a customer standing in front of the register, trying to buy some headphones: uh.. should i go?

u make hyunjin deal with the customer while u sneak out ur phone to text jisung

[ y/n ]: where are u . no one is here 2 annoy me today (except hyunjin but he doesn’t count)

u wait 5 minutes … no reply

10 minutes … no reply

an hour … no reply

“WAAAAA ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ HYUNJIN ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡”

hyunjin, handing a poor lady her receipt: jesus fucking christ

ur sulking as u leave the store that night

u still feel dumb, but now ur too Sad to feel dumb

u press the lock button on ur car keys so the lights would come on and the horn would sound, telling u where ur car was

“OH FUCK- jesus...stupid car…”

….that’s not what ur car horn sounds like.

u slowly approach, holding ur keys in between ur fingers

ur not afraid to stab a bitch with ur mail key and that’s on wolverine.

u breathe a sigh of Relief when u see it’s just jisung leaning against ur door

wait

jisung

“jisung?” u voice ur thoughts

his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, “yeah..hi..sorry i didn’t text you back. i nearly backed out of doing this and i didn’t wanna look stupid.”

“you look stupid all the time.”

“jeez, thanks.”

u cross ur arms, stepping closer to the boy, “back out of what?”

“well i uh- do you remember how minho said i think you’re cute on the first day we talked?”

you nod.

“well...that hasn’t changed. i think you’re cute...really cute, actually.”

you blush again, just like the first time, “what does me being cute have to do with you standing in front of my car?”

“well, i don’t have a car, so i’m hoping...you can drive when we go on our first date?”

your heart nearly stops, but you start to smile.

“han jisung, are you asking me out?”

“are you saying yes?”

“yes.”

“then yeah. i am.”

your smile only gets wider as you close the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around his middle. he pats your head, a chuckle vibrating under your ear.

“also i need a ride home. minho dropped me off.”

“*sigh* jisung…”

[gotmilk5101520]

Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 17 Blinky’s Day Out

Broken glass! My one weakness!

“A human intruder!”

“It stole my stockings!” Time for a witch hunt. Or a human hunt.

Why does it look like this guy is giving the middle finger? Wait, actually, i think he’s trying to be Naruto.

“You’re either a lousy council”

“Or a worse Mulan’s ghost family”

“Oh. Thank you, Jim”

“How did you get past Trollmarket’s barrier and how do you know my name?”

“Master Jim, it’s me, Blinky”

“No. He lies”

“Strike the fleshbag down”

“He’s seen too much”

“I can prove it”

“Your mother is Barbara Lake”

“Your best friend is Tobias Domzalski”

“Your father disappeared when you were 5″

“The changeling spy has studied you”

“And we just replaced the ignition on your Vespa last week. You like Claire. You pooped your pants when you were 12” “Okay, that’s Blinky!”

“Squishy” Yes, we humans are squishy.

“What sorcery is at work here?”

“Haven’t the foggiest”

“But there is one troll in Trollmarket who will know”

“I am at a complete and utter loss”

“I can turn wolftoads into willowbait, and willowbait into wolftoads. I’m barely working on turning humans into trolls”

“And i had the unfortunate experience of being swallowed by that slubberdegullion”

“And drenched by innumerous potions and-”

“Oh, my gorgus!”

“That must be the explanation for my transformation!”

“Speaking of hands, uh”

“When am i going to get my other two back?”

“It could be days, weeks. Or never like a human becoming a troll” “Hate to be that guy”

“Well then, what shall i do until then?”

“It’s your choice. Stay here for me to poke and prod” We humans are pokeable.

“Uh, Squidward?” “Can we please stop this nonsense”

“You don’t have everything in control”

“As long as his ring is on my finger”

“I can control him”

“But how long will that finger be on your hand?” 5 more episodes.

“A new police chief in Bordeaux”

“A state senator in Boise”

“A news editor in Shanghai, who is looking forward to meeting Ladybug and Chat Noir”

“Uh, did you just rip off a piece of your body?”

“Would you rather i rip off a piece of yours?” “No. I do that every day. Baa-haa-haa!”

“You ready?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt”

“I’m sorry you won’t be joining me on this adventure, my friend”

“Mm”

“There you go”

“See? You’re fine”

“It’s so...”

“Bright!”

“Yeah, well, don’t stare at it” The sun is a deadly laser.

“Good-bye” You’re acting like he’ll never return.

“It’s so...”

“Beautiful!”

“Get out of the road, freak!”

“What a kind gesture”

“Thank you, stranger!”

“I was in need of a snack”

“No, no, Blinky, wait”

“Well, that does not taste very good anymore” Yeah, cause you have human teeth.

“While you were seeking the stone”

“That changeling Stricklander dropped your mother off outside”

“Yeah, i know. I sorta caught him on the way out”

“But maybe you did not see”

“He...”

“Uh...”

“Smushed faces with the Barbara”

“He what?”

“What is the word you use?”

“Uh”

“Kissed?” Draal still doesn’t understand kissing.

“DAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“This is absurd”

“How can you function with only two eyes?” Cause god decided to give certain bugs 8 eyes, while thinking humans need only 2

“Not with the leftovers!” Too bad, you’re going in.

“I don’t know what you’re doing”

“But if you’re not out of my house in 5 seconds”

“I have an orange belt in Krav Maga, and i not hesitate to use it”

“I can explain if you’ll just allow me to-”

“Soft targets”

“Hi-yah!”

“Hi-yah!

“Hah!”

“Ah! My eyes!:

“My two vulnerable eyes!” Rip Blinky’s eyes. Cause of death: Barbara beat him up.

“He’s, uh...”

“I’m, uh...”

“He’s Mr. Blinky”

“Okay, what has Jim done now?” Lots of things, but we can’t talk about them yet.

“Is it true? Is it really true?”

“We came as soon as we-”

“Oh, hi, Dr. L”

“So it is true” 13 minutes into the episode and 9 minutes left and Toby and Claire decide now is the time to show and get their paychecks.

“Huh?”

“Is he...?”

“Honey, did Claire come in with that baby?”

“No, he just walked in here on his own and he asked for a ride” Jim, actually told the truth.

Yeet the baby.

“Oh, my Gorgus!”

“I can get behind the wheel of an automobile!” But he drives like he’s driving the gyre.

“Who voted for hiking?” Toby is me when my sister drags me to walk with her. Before Covid.

“It’s... charming?”

“No, she means this”

“Doesn’t get any better than this”

“It’s breathtaking”

“Words cannot describe” Just watch your step.

“This is amazing”

“How did you hear about this place”

“Logan brought me up here to ask me out to the Spring Fling” Ah, Logan. Wait, who’s Logan? Which one is Logan?

“Oh! He did?”

“Well, are you-?”

“I told him i was waiting for someone else to ask me” Who? Steve? Eli? Toby? I bet it’s Toby.

“Um...”

“Uh, um...”

“Would you look at this?”

“I hate it when people litter”

“Maybe i should... eh...”

You two are pathetic. Pathetic teenagers. And i should know, i seen Miraculous Ladybug. A show about pathetic teenagers. In France. Fuck it, i’m doing it. *Rage in Jlaire*

“Stand back, friends”

“They are no match for the rocky fists of justice”

“Ow!”

“Sharp things!” Another weakness about humans. Also no your hand should be bleeding right now.

“Welcome to the rock show!”

Nice throw. You throw like me.

“He’s getting away!”

Everyone is a little preoccupied at the moment.

“Follow me!”

“Whoa!”

“Not you, buddy”

“Trapping it inside. Excellent stratagem, Tobias”

“Totally the plan. Yep” All according to keikaku.

“We did it!”

Forgot one.

Suddenly slow motion.

“What does it mean?”

“The sigil of Angor Rot”

“Master Jim, i fear you have been marked for a fate worse than death”

“Like what? What could be worse than death?” “Watching nothing but Boku no Pico?” “Tobes, that is worse than death” “Reliving the same day over and over?” “That is scary Claire” “Turning into a monster and no one loves you” “Blinky that is scary” “Meh. I still hit if you became a monster” “You said something, Claire?” “Nothing”

Jim’s got the mark. He’s Guts now- Oh wait.

Boom boom shake the room.

[waywardfacegarden]

serendipity

hey so i came back at writing :) and it’s not the naruto fandom but uhh i figured i’d posted this here too :D first time writing for this fandom and it was hard af, but i hope you like it!! c:

Summary:

The first time is an accident.

The other ones not so much.

Posted on Ao3 like a month ago or so.

Featuring kissing, slow burn, boys being dumb and bakusquad :)

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The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

It’s on the first days after the sports festival, and he’s still angry for that half-ass fight Todoroki gave him.

So yeah, Bakugou is arguing with Todoroki, leaning over his seat, when stupid Kaminari hits him from behind.

He slides forward, and, frankly, he had no idea how deep he was inside Todoroki’s personal space until he’s invading all of it. He staggers forward, Todoroki’s eyes open a fraction and, although he stretches out his hand to steady Bakugou’s arm, it’s already too late.

Bakugou crashes all the way down and stamps his lips against Todoroki’s in a, purely and honestly, awkward kiss.

It’s not even a kiss. Is just mouth in mouth, awkwardly pressed together, and it maybe lasts a bit more than it should, but give him a break, he was utterly surprised, okay?

Bakugou pushes himself away, trying not to think about how Todoroki’s lips felt chapped against his, and about the way Todoroki is looking up at him. Bakugou can’t put his nail on it, but he looks… confused, maybe?

“Aaahh, sorry, dude. Did I hit you?”

Bakugou turns around with a murderous aura emanating out of him, like waves.

Kaminari is very dumb most of the time, but it only takes him a second, looking at Todoroki and then at Bakugou, to put the pieces together. He smiles at him, then, but he looks scared.

He bursts out a nervous laugh. “Ah… hah— I— waaaah! Wait! It was an accident! An accident! Kirishima, help me!!!”

Kirishima tries to help, but he can’t stop laughing, and Bakugou only ends up getting more angry. He smacks them both in the head, glaring all the day at everything and everyone.

Stupid Kaminari.

Stupid Half-and-Half.

.

.

.

They don’t talk about it later, though. It’s not like they should, anyways. What are they supposed to say? It wasn’t even a decent kiss and it’s not like there were feelings involved.

So time passes, the months pass, and the memory of what happened has blurred so much that Bakugou almost seems to have forgotten it.

It’s not like he’s thinking about it, either. Not with everything that has happened.

The summer passes, Bakugou is kidnapped, the dorms arrive, the Provisional License exam happens, he and Todoroki fail it, he gets into a fight, the classes come back, and now they have extra classes.

It’s not like Todoroki and he had become friends in all that time, but now they have to spend too much time together because of those classes, and well, Bakugou supposes that the idiot is better than that girl (even if she does good illusions of Todoroki, hah, that was definitely hilarious) and baldy.

So yeah. He’s stuck with him.

It could be worse, he guesses.

They’re now babysitting brats again, and there’s these two little girls that made Todoroki and Bakugou a flower crown. Todoroki smiles awkwardly (but gentle and polite) at them, and lets one of the girls to put the crown on his head.

Bakugou, on the other hand, is definitely not using that, thank you very much.

That’s, obviously, until Todoroki just decides to put it in his head anyways.

Bakugou turns to look at him, irritated. "Hey, asshole!“

Todoroki, on the other hand, looks pretty amused for someone that is almost always wearing that boring expression on his face. He is now smirking at him (just a little bit, but still), and he has the audacity to accommodate the crown on Bakugou’s head and adjust his hair with his fingers.

“What? I think you look pretty nice.” The asshole is obviously trying not to laugh his ass off, and is pissing Bakugou off.

“You think you’re funny, bastard?”

“I don’t think so, I am.”

Bakugou huffs at him. "Oh, yeah, my bad, I forgot how hilarious you are.“ He exclaims, sarcasm spilling from every word.

Todoroki seems as impassive as ever, though. "Is fine, I accept your humble apology.”

Bakugou wants to punch his face. “Excuse me? I didn’t even—”

“Now you have to kiss!”

The childish yell from one of the girls has them both stopping their bickering and looking down at her.

“Huh?” Todoroki says, conveying Bakugou’s feelings in a laconic but efficient way.

“Yes!” The other girl says. “For the wedding!”

“Wedding?” Todoroki looks like a lost puppy, tilting his head to one side in tremendous confusion. Bakugou doesn’t blame him, though. He is just as lost.

“Uh-huh!” One of them says, excited, as she bounces on her heels, and then points to Todoroki. "You’re the husband and”, then, she points out at Bakugou, “you’re the wife! And you have to kiss each other! Like at weddings!”

Well, you can’t beat that logic, huh. (Sarcasm.)

No way. What the fuck. "HAH?“ Bakugou exclaims, “why am I the wife? No, forget that, why are we a wedding, what the—?”

Bakugou can’t finish his long complaining, though.

Todoroki leans in and —it’s barely a quick peck, but— there’s definitely a pair of lips on his that weren’t there before. They’re there and they’re gone as fast as they came in the first place, but they were there.

“Waah—” Bakugou steps back on his feet, blinks as he feels heat swirling around the tips of his ears. He frowns at Todoroki, who looks at him with the same bored expression as always, imperturbable. “You— asshole, what the fuck? Don’t kiss people out of nowhere!”

Todoroki barely bats an eyelid in his direction before turning to the little girls in front of him, who are jumping out of joy with bright, big eyes.

“Was that okay?” He asks, boring tone, boring face, as if he hadn’t just kissed Bakugou, holy—

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“Yes!” The little girls squeal out in unison; they beam.

“Good, then.” Todoroki gives a little, firm nod, as if he was a soldier who just completed a mission and the captain gave him permission to withdraw after a report. Then, he turns around to look at Bakugou, who blinks in return, “We have to help Inasa and Camie over there.” He says, and starts walking.

Bakugou blinks in his place. One, two, three times. Four.

“Haaah?” He tramples behind him. “Don’t walk in front of me, asshole! And what was that about?!”

Todoroki just slides on the ground next to him. He barely raises a single eyebrow, just a little. "Mm?“

Bakugou stomps harder. "You just kissed me there—”

Todoroki raises his eyebrow more, an expression of confusion all over his face, like he doesn’t understand what the problem is. "They asked for it.“ He says, like is something obvious and he doesn’t understand why Bakugou is even mentioning the subject.

Bakugou raises both eyebrows and waves his arms, while Todoroki continues to look at him with the same expression. "Yeah, no shit.” Bakugou fake baffles, rolling his eyes. “That doesn’t mean you have to do it, dumbass!” He remarks, scowling at him.

Todoroki frowns. “But they could have cried if we didn’t do it, or—”

“We could have faked it, or, I don’t know, some shit!”

Todoroki’s frown deepens. "Oh.“

Always so eloquent. “Yeah, bastard, oh.”

Bakugou crosses his arms and stomps, watching Todoroki look like he just had an epiphany. He looks at the ground, purses his lips in a thin line, and when he looks at Bakugou, he has the decency to look at himself as awkward as Bakugou feels. “Sorry, I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”

Hah?

Todoroki turns on his feet and goes where wind-guy and illusion-girl are standing.

Haaah?

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.

.

The third time it happens, it’s technically Kaminari’s fault too, like the first time. His and the entire Idiot Brigade’s.

"Pleeeeeeease.”

“Fuck off, Kirishima.”

“Oh, come on, dude, just one! It will be fun!”

“Fuck off, Pikachu.”

Bakugou turns the page without even looking over the cover of the book he’s reading while the irritating idiots keep making noise from his place on the floor. He scowls a little. Somehow, the Idiot Brigade managed to convince him to come down from his room to the lobby to enjoy the “wonderful and really fun” (quoting Shitty Hair) (vaguely improvised and messy, if you ask Bakugou) “pre-Christmas” party after the return to UA. With the new bedrooms, his dumbass class seemed to think it was an awesome idea to “share and hang out”, and even Glasses agreed with it as long as there was no alcohol or “too much noise that could disturb the tranquility of his fellow companions ”.

Whatever. It was stupid beyond limits, and Bakugou doesn’t even know why he’s there in the first place. It’s past nine o’clock, it’s dark outside, and he wants to go to bed now. And no, he’s not a grandpa, but he is bored, the music is loud (Glasses, what the fuck are you doing? Didn’t you want “silence” and “quiet”?) and he wants his eight hours of sleep to pay attention in class properly so he can beat everyone up and be the number one hero, thank you very much.

But now Kirishima and Kaminari are bothering him with some stupid, stupid game, playing “dares” like fucking dumb middle schoolers, and nope, there’s no way in hell he—

“Meh, leave him alone, guys.” Finally, a voice of reason in all this mess, thank— “he’s obviously scared one of the dares will be too much for him.”

“Hah?” Bakugou snaps, whipping the book against his lap and looking up at Sero’s dirty smile just mere meters from him.

“Oooohh.” Shitty Hair and Piss Hair have the audacity to sing-song like idiots in chorus.

“I see. Sorry man.” Kirishima says, but the way he’s grinning at him makes Bakugou think that he is enjoying all of this very, very much.

“Yeah, dude, all cool. Don’t worry about it.” Kaminari adds, grinning all wide.

Bakugou grunts as he feels how the vein on his forehead is going to burst out. He clenches his hands into fists, swings his legs off the couch and stomps on the floor, smoking.

“Who are you calling scared, assholes?” Bakugou stomps hard to where Kaminari holds a stupid bowl with papers inside. He takes it, mumbling curses under his breath about how stupid the game is, how stupid the party is and how stupid they all are, and pulls out a piece of paper (along with many others that overflow from the edge, spill and fall to the floor thanks to the strength with which he puts and removes the hand from the container).

He unfolds the paper so strongly; it is surprising it doesn’t break.

Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero continue to smile like the idiots they are.

On the paper, there’s only one word, scrawled messily in what he supposes should be the center of the white square.

Kiss.

Huh? Bakugou flips the paper over, picks it up and sees it against the lights. He scowls at it.

“What is this supposed to mean? Kiss? Kiss what?”

“Kiss who, you moron.” Raccoon Eyes says in her typical squeaky voice, smiling as wide as all the other idiots are. Ah. Why is Bakugou surrounded by so many idiots, and, most importantly, how and why does Bakugou even hears them. She giggles in an annoying way and then smirks at him. "We’re supposed to tell you who you’re going to kiss and you have to do it.“

Bakugou doesn’t like the malicious gleam that sets in her eyes a moment later.

"That’s fucking stupid.” Bakugou says, but there’s something that pulls in his stomach and threatens to tip his dinner out. He doesn’t want to kiss anyone, no, and this is all ridiculous anyways, because—

Mina shrugs. "You can always reject it if it’s too much for you, but you’ll have to take a punishment later.“

"But you know, Mina, kissing someone must be easy-peasy for him anyways, don’t you think?” Sero drawls, with a sardonic voice.

Bakugou is gonna kill him. Bakugou is gonna kill them all. Bakugou is going to tell them to go fuck themselves, that they can put their stupid paper and their stupid game in their asses, and that he is going to go to sleep now and he will not take any stupid punishment because the game is incredibly stupid anyways.

Of course, the lack of his usual hours of rest should be affecting his brain already, because what comes out of his mouth, bellowing, instead, is:

“Fuck you, Pinky. And fuck you too, Soy face. Fuck you all. I’m going to kiss whoever you want and is going to be the best fucking kiss they’re ever going to get because I'm that good in everything and I’m not a goddamn coward, you hear me?”

Of course, Sero and Mina don’t back down at all, like they were waiting for that kind of reaction.

Some of his classmates turn to look at him in the middle of his outburst, peeking over from their seats. Most of them have made at least one challenge from the bowl already, so they were paying attention anyways before the screaming. There is a myriad of different reactions. Most of them only look with curiosity. There is a slight anguish expression written over the frog girl’s face, tapping her fingers again and again on her lips; same as Uraraka, who sways on her feet standing next to her. Glasses seems extremely concerned that Bakugou is going to explode the living room at any time and Ponytail fidgets in her place, right next to where Jirou is smirking at all them, seeming amused. She has even lower the volume of the music.

“Um, guys, maybe—” Ponytail begins to say, her voice soft and elegant and polite as always, looking through her long lashes with a slight frown over the pink haired girl.

Ashido doesn’t beat an eyelash at all, though. Her smirk widens, and she crosses her arms over her chest, beaming. "Good, then.“

Bakugou growls at her.

Whatever. She just needs to say the name fucking now, so he can—

"I dare you to kiss—” by the way her eyes are shining, Bakugou almost wants to recoil. He swears to God, if she says Mineta or some shit, he’s going to— “Todoroki.”

…

… huh?

“HAH?”

There’s silence after he explodes, and then Kaminari snorts and Kirishima starts to chuckle besides him.

“You heard me, boy.” Mina smiles, all fake innocence and real devilish. “Go and give Todoroki the best kiss he’s ever gonna get.”

Bakugou growls at the clear mockery of his previous words, and there is something that slips slowly and dangerously inside him.

They want him to snog Todoroki in the couch right in front of everyone? Fine. He’s not a coward, he’s not backing off some stupid ass-challenge like that.

He turns around, and looks at where Todoroki is sitting, right next to where Bakugou was reading a moment ago on the couch, watching the entire conversation in silence. He blinks, and seems genuinely surprised when Bakugou walks resolutely towards him, as if he didn’t expect Bakugou to comply with what was said.

Well, no. It’s not like he wants to kiss Todoroki, he’s just not a coward.

Bakugou stops just in front of him and Todoroki looks up at him, seeming completely lost at what’s going on.

It seems like he is about to say something then, but Bakugou leans over, stretches his arm, takes him from the neck of his shirt and pulls him up. Whatever he was going to say dies on his lips when Bakugou crashes against him. He does a quiet, little, surprised sound at the back of his throat, and Bakugou leans in, swallows it in his own mouth.

If he’s honest, Bakugou has never kissed anyone before that’s not this idiot, and the previous times they weren’t even decent kisses, so he cannot say he has experience. Frankly, he has no idea what he’s doing, but he supposes it can’t be that complicated. Bakugou is naturally good at everything he does, so he just has to try something.

Todoroki’s lips are soft, actually, and from that distance, he can perfectly smell the shampoo of his hair. The fabric of his sweater wrinkles between his fingers when he tilts his head in another better angle, his knee resting at the side of Todoroki’s leg on the couch, his other hand sliding to Todoroki’s wrist. It is thin, and Bakugou’s fingers slide down his sleeve, his nails carefully scraping and scratching at the skin; honestly, he has no idea what he’s doing, but Todoroki makes a little sound that seems content and pleased once he does it, so he supposes that it’s okay. With his fingers there, he can feel Todoroki’s heartbeat rumble against his body, trying to get out.

It doesn’t feel that bad.

Trying to remember something he has seen in some shitty rom-com movie with the old hag time ago, or with Shitty Hair and Pinky, Bakugou pushes his tongue on the edge of Todoroki’s mouth, gently licks his bottom lip, sucks that very lip between his own, and Todoroki opens his mouth, pulls air, makes that surprise sound again. Bakugou takes the opportunity to introduce his tongue into his mouth, and then everything becomes a little fuzzy.

He vaguely notices the way Todoroki’s body relaxes (unravels, melts) at the same time that a song he doesn’t know explodes in the speakers behind him, all whispers muffled in the back of his head.

Frankly, the idea of ​​sticking his tongue in someone’s mouth, or of someone sticking their tongue in his, seemed totally unpleasant to him and nothing like to put on his list of things he wanted or wished to do. But when he leans in a little, Todoroki tilting his head closer to him, closing his eyes, his eyelashes tickling Bakugou’s cheeks— when Todoroki’s fingers move against the nape of his neck, get into his hair, pull Bakugou towards him, like he’s asking, pleading for more— when Todoroki breathes against him, making a soft, humming sound each time Bakugou moves his tongue in a certain way, his pulse rippling, going rampage against Bakugou’s fingers— when Todoroki’s tongue tentatively touches his, slowly, deliberately, as if he was afraid of doing it…

Well, Bakugou supposes it could be worse.

Then, Bakugou releases his sweater and pushes his hand gently against the top of Todoroki’s chest, breaking out to take air, to breath. Todoroki doesn’t open his eyes yet, his long lashes trembling against his cheeks. Their lips make a shameful, embarrassing, obscenely wet sound when they break apart, and Bakugou tries not to think about whose the thread of saliva hanging from his lips the moment he moves apart a little is.

Todoroki opens his eyes then, so slow, slow, slow, and looks at him. He looks at Bakugou like is the first time he had seen him, through the curtain of his eyelashes with stormy eyes full of emotions and glazed, and there is something in Bakugou’s stomach that pulls at him hard, like he’s going to vomit, but he doesn’t feel nauseated or disgusted. At all.

Todoroki blinks, and is at that moment when he realizes three things: one, he is still terribly close to him; two, he hasn’t moved his hands; and three, there is a sepulchral silence behind him except for the music.

Bakugou moves.

And then someone behind him starts to laugh. He assumes is Pikachu.

“Wow, dude, you went all out there—”

Mina starts laughing too.

There’s a light pink dust covering Todoroki’s cheeks, and he’s still gasping for air. Bakugou’s not going to lie, it’s almost—

“There. I’m going to bed now.” Bakugou says then. He turns around, just to find people with wide eyes, people blushing, and the idiots cackling or shit-eat grinning. "I hope you all die, assholes, so you can’t bother me anymore.“

"We love you too!” Raccoon Eyes says, grinning like a moron.

“Yeah, yeah. Night. Assholes. ”

Then he walks and disappears down the hall, his book forgotten on the couch. Once he reaches the elevator, he thinks he can still hear laughter and murmurs behind him.

“Wow, I think he broke Todoroki!”

“Yeah, are you okay, dude?”

Fucking morons.

.

“Haaaah?” Bakugou exclaims, perplexed. “It’s fucking what now?”

“Enchanted!" Kaminari quips up, like he’s dead serious, but grinning like a goofball. "It’s a quirk from a girl from Class B.”

Enchant mistletoes? What kind of quirk so useless is that? It’s fucking bullshit and he’s not going to buy that shit. Nope.

He’s not kissing Todoroki again. No.

Because, yeah, he apparently has to kiss that bastard again.

He can’t even calmly fight with him in the hall now because of these dumb morons.

“Hah, yeah, really funny, Pikachu. I’m going to believe that some girl has a quirk that enchants mistletoes. ”

“It’s not that, actually," Ponytail says, kindly, peeking over at the boy's side; and before Bakugou can sneer at the blonde, she adds, "her quirk is enchanting objects to bind them to people. If you don’t use the object for its "function”, you can’t detach from the object by far more than two meters. Kaminari thought it was a good idea to make a joke like this,“ she explains, and side-eyes him, mildly frowning in disapproval.

Kaminari smiles, "Sorry,” he says, like he’s not. "But is funny, Momo!“

Iida comes out from behind him like a fleeing robot, waving his arms like crazy. "It is not! Kaminari, that’s some serious behavior and—!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Bakugou says, “so, what? You’re telling me I have to kiss Half-and-half again because that’s what mistletoes are for and if I don’t, then I can’t move from here?”

Momo looks anxious to respond, seeming afraid that Bakugou would explode Todoroki after she answers. "Basically,“ she responds, anyway.

"WH—”

Bakugou can’t finish, however, because Todoroki takes him by the nape of his neck and kisses him. Hard.

Bakugou supposes it is a bit to take revenge of him for that crazy kiss in the party, because he doesn’t think is so necessary for the kiss to be so open (somehow, he can’t manage to think of another way to describe it), but there he is, Todoroki, kissing him like his life depends on it, digging his nails into Bakugou’s neck, burying his teeth in Bakugou’s lower lip, dragging his tongue a little later and— wow, okay.

Okay.

Bakugou did not just make that sound, holy shit. He just didn’t.

He supposes that he actually did it, because Todoroki breaks up the kiss, lips bruised like at the last kiss they had, and fucking smirks at him. Smirks.

Then, he just turns around and walks down the hall.

“Bastard, what the fuck!”

Todoroki doesn’t even stop.

“ASSHOLE!”

He hates how he can feel Todoroki’s teeth on his lips all day.

.

.

He kisses Todoroki again.

He kisses Todoroki again, even if he was supposedly never kissing him again. He kisses him at Todoroki’s birthday party, after someone (he can’t remember, probably Racoon Eyes or Jirou) jokes about Bakugou kissing Todoroki as his birthday gift, given those “wild” kisses before, as she likes to describe them. This one is different, though. Is barely a peck, (and, obviously, a joke) (not like the others ones were for real, per se, but) but Bakugou feels like Todoroki leans a bit more and follows him (maybe not, it was such a subtle movement that Bakugou probably imagined it) after Bakugou breaks the kiss.

Is not a bad kiss. It’s not even a kiss if they count the others they have given each other already, and it’s just a joke so it’s fine.

Yeah.

.

.

.

He kisses him again, though. Six months later.

However, it’s Todoroki’s fault this time.

Some time after that third kiss on the party, or maybe after Todoroki’s birthday party, or just… along the way, Todoroki and Bakugou seemed to… get along, for lack of better, more appropriate words. Their relationship was somewhat complicated, he supposed, or maybe it wasn’t that hard to understand at all, but at some moment, at some point, Todoroki and he began to spend more time together. Just casual, while Bakugou was reading a book, or studying, or helping Todoroki with something school-related, about the classes they had, because holy Hell, Todoroki’s notes were a fucking mess and all over the place and how the HELL are you the fifth in class… who takes notes like this, Icyhot? Is this what you call notes? What the fuck? Really, what the fuck?

Or simply hanging out with the Idiot Brigade in one of their rooms or in the living room. Sometimes (weird times, scattered times) they would be alone in his or Todoroki’s room, quietly resting most of the time, each one with his homework, Bakugou scrolling through his phone while Todoroki binge reads some new manga he just bought.

Like that time, in summer, on a Saturday, when Todoroki knocked on his door at 11am (early, because Todoroki is a damn brick that can be asleep until 2pm, what the fuck?), and peeked through his doorframe, entering as if he were in his own room, sitting on his bed, a manga with the title Erased on the cover hanging from his right hand.

“What do you want, idiot?”

Todoroki had opened his manga on a bookmark and had laid down on the bed, starting to read. "Hmm. Dress up, Kaminari and Mina want to go to the mall, and Kirishima sent me to look up for you.“

Bakugou didn’t know when Todoroki had become so attached to the Idiot Brigade and started to spend more with them as a group, but it had only happened.

"Huh. So now you’re the official dog that comes looking for me?" Bakugou had snickered, and Todoroki had shrugged, still focused on his reading, without even sparing a glance at him.

"More like the one who has to drag you because nobody from the Bakusquad stands you in the mornings to do it.” He had answered.

Bakugou had kicked him before diving into his closet and then starting to dress up.

“I told you not to call it that, it’s stupid.” And it was. The name of his “group of friends” (more like, bunch of annoying idiots that stick to him) with which Kaminari had stupidly decided to baptize them and with which the Brigade of Idiots (plus Todoroki) had decided to come along was totally ridiculous. Idiot Brigade was so much better.

The Idiot Brigade didn’t think so, though.

“Hm. If you think about it, they called it like that because they care about you.”

“More like they're a bunch of morons that like to mess with me and make me angry all the fucking time.”

Todoroki hummed while turning on the page. "I think it’s their own way of telling you you are very important to them, even if you think is annoying. Because, for them, you are a very important part of their group, so—”

“Yeah, yeah, cut the sappy shit already; I’m ready.”

“I’m just saying— oh, wow.”

Bakugou looked up from where he was tying his converse and stood up, expecting to see Todoroki absorbed in a page of his manga (the only times he made some surprise sound or some noise loud enough to be heard), only to find him looking directly at him. Or more like, at his legs.

“What?”

Todoroki had blinked, looked at his face, and then back at his legs, seemingly unable to look away.

“You’re wearing jeans.” He had stated, simply, as if that was enough to explain everything and nothing at all.

Bakugou had looked at his jeans (ripped jeans) and then at Todoroki.

“Yeah” He had said, “is hot as hell and these are fresh enough”, he had frowned, confused, “what about it?”

Todoroki had blinked, suddenly emerging out from his stupor. And then he had looked away, suddenly interested in the one and only All Might’s figure sitting on the small table next to Bakugou’s bed. "Nothing.“

Bakugou had frowned, but he had easily brushed it off. To this day, he can’t quite understand why the Idiot Brigade was shit-eating grinning so much that day.

And looking back, he doesn’t really know why he is remembering that at this specific moment. Maybe because he has the same jeans on.

It’s Deku’s birthday and they’re in a noisy karaoke, and if Bakugou is honest with himself, he really wants to go to the dorms now. Not because Deku is annoying, because he is and he keeps thanking Bakugou so much for his gift (“It’s amazing, Kacchan! Thank you!”), but in fact they have already fixed (at least, somewhat, partially, mostly) that old hostility between them that, Bakugou will not admit it out loud, but it was largely his fault, or because Ashido’s squeaky voice screaming along with Uraraka’s at some girly song is giving him a headache, or because Kaminari keeps cracking bad jokes every fucking time he opens his mouth, but because it’s loud and the food is not even that good and he does not like parties. Maybe he is a grandpa, after all. Not that he’s going to admit that out loud.

Todoroki gets up from his seat and sways a little, because, oh yeah, he forgot to mention it, the fucking dumbass is drunk as hell because he's that much of a moron and he ordered a drink with alcohol without even knowing. The big idiot. After about three glasses, he must be a little drunk, if the way his eyes shine a strange glow when he looks at Bakugou is some indication.

He seems a bit off, too.

He supposes it’s part of the problem, aside from Todoroki being a complete idiot, and it is probably the reason why he ends up kissing him two minutes after the asshole gets up from his seat.

He looks at him through his eyelashes, with glazed, mesmerizing eyes. He says his name, barely audible with the shrill sound of the music, and then he lets himself fall on his lap, straddling his hips, descending to his level with a terribly slow movement that makes Bakugou feel dizzy (God, he seriously needs to get out of there, all the noise is affecting him. But at the same time, with Todoroki in his lap, he suddenly doesn’t want to get out and, shit, the sound it’s definitely affecting him), and Todoroki is saying something, something that Bakugou can’t listen, and then he leans in and down and he’s suddenly kissing him. Hard.

Todoroki is making out with him, in a messy, messy way, and is wet, and is hot, and Bakugou has his hands on Todoroki’s hips, and Todoroki has his hands on Bakugou’s hair, and it’s all really, really messy.

Bakugou doesn’t even know what he’s doing anymore.

Of course, the next day, when Todoroki is complaining about the fatal headache he has. laying down on his back on the couch, sinking his hands in his face when he remembers how he attacked (for lack of, uh, a better word) Bakugou the day before, apologizing to a thousand miles per hour, Iida scolding him about “inappropriate and indecent behavior in a public space”, and Bakugou is trying hard not to laugh out loud, he actually feels it was worth it.

.

They don’t kiss after that, though. In like, half a year or so.

Bakugou doesn’t know how he feels about that.

.

.

.

“Do you like Todoroki-kun, Kacchan?”

Bakugou almost chokes on air. He turns around mid-step on his moves to find Deku standing next to him in the gym. There are not people close enough around (nobody wanting to be a victim of the debris flying out because of Bakugou’s new movements) (which, by the way, does not happen that often, dammit) to listen, but Bakugou moves uncomfortably anyways. An anguish feeling starts crawling inside him. If someone hears— not like it was true, but still—

“What the fuck, nerd? What are you saying?”

“Hmm, well, I was just wondering, because the other day you—”

“No, I don’t like that bastard and I don’t know where did you get that stupid idea from.”

Deku tilts his head and. And he just stares at him. He scans his face like he’s looking for something, and it makes Bakugou feel idly hyper-aware of himself so suddenly.

“Whatever, shitty nerd, aren’t you supposed to be training? You’re not going to keep up with me if you keep doing that stupid thing with your feet every time you do your new move.”

He blinks and looks at his feet, and then at Bakugou again. "Oh. My feet. Right. Thanks, Kacchan.“

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just shut up already and go away.”

Bakugou does his best to keep a face and tone boring or irritated, but the stupid nerd must see through it as if he were an open book, if the way he smiles at Bakugou is some indication. It’s obvious he’s avoiding the subject he just mentioned on purpose.

“Sure, Kacchan. See you, then.”

-

Stupid, stupid Deku. Stupid nerd and his stupid, ridiculous ideas. He doesn’t like Todoroki. He definitely doesn’t like Todoroki.

Sure, they get along better after all the extra training together, and sure, Bakugou doesn’t want to punch his face all the time like before, and yeah, maybe they’re somewhat like friends now, but he doesn’t, does not like him.

No.

So what if they spend even more time together? It’s not like he doesn’t spend time with those idiots either. So what if Bakugou is helping him with some classes sometimes after school? Bakugou tutors Kirishima, Kaminari and Mina too. Maybe he’s less patient with them, but that’s because they’re fucking idiots. So what if they watch a movie from time to time in the living room? They’re never rom-com shits or something, and they usually do it with other people around. So it’s. Not weird. Not weird at all.

And Bakugou doesn’t like him. Nope.

(They haven’t even kissed in all this time!)

Not weird. Definitely not weird. Definitely not weird that Bakugou knows Todoroki’s favorite food now (is cold soba, what the ever living fuck?) —he even told Baldy that time too— and the way his face softens when he’s eating it. It’s totally, definitely not weird Bakugou knows Todoroki’s favorite manga, or favorite color. Not weird how Bakugou has noticed the way Todoroki frowns when he’s deep thinking, how he hits his pencil against his notebook when he’s trying to solve a particularly complicated algebraic problem, how his eyes look a different shade in the sunlight, how the center of his head mixes both colors of his hair when he just had a nap on the floor of Bakugou’s room (which is, definitively, totally and completely not endearing, no); how awfully terrible he is at cooking and at washing, too (seriously, how the hell can you live alone here, Icyhot?), how his face looks after receiving a message from Endeavor (the way it wrinkles and crumples, and there’s an ugly line on his forehead, between his eyebrows, and Bakugou’s hands itch to drag his fingers and make it go away—), how he has his small and rare smiles, which are soft and barely noticeable; how—

No.

Definitely. Not. Weird.

So what if Bakugou is noticing all these things? Bakugou is very observant, and he pays close attention to everyone even if he doesn’t want to. He knows Kirishima’s favorite food too, and he knows how awful Kaminari’s hair looks after gross sleeping and babbling in the couch when they’re supposed to be studying math with Shitty hair and Raccoon eyes. He knows about that irritating habit Ashido has of biting her nails when she’s nervous before a test, and about Sero’s weird taste in mangas too.

So it’s not weird, right? Right. It’s not weird.

He’s just noticing because Todoroki is spending a lot of time with him lately, so it’s just logic. It makes sense. Yeah.

Not weird.

It doesn’t stop him to think about it all day, though. And by the time he’s looking at the cold sky night, dressed in a simple jacket, baggy pants and a scarf, he doesn’t notice Todoroki looking at him until he says his name.

“Bakugou?”

Bakugou blinks. Todoroki is wearing a simple black turtleneck, a brown, long coat and black boots. There are some strands of hair falling on his forehead and Bakugou tries not to think about the fact that he wants to move them with his own hand, and neither about the fact that Todoroki looks like a fucking magazine cover model with just casual jeans (damn it, jeans? It was snowing just a few minutes ago, holy hell, what’s wrong with him? If he gets sick Bakugou is not making him soup again, definitely not) and a coat.

“Hm?” Bakugou makes a sound with his throat, because from Todoroki’s look, he assumes he is waiting for an answer. "What, Icyhot?“

Todoroki grimaces at the nickname, but says nothing. "I asked you if you wanted some,” he says, instead, and picks up the skewer he holds in his hand.

It must be from a nearby local. Their whole class is messily scattered around. Somehow (being really insistent and annoying, if you ask him) they convinced Aizawa-sensei to let them go out to see the fireworks for New Year. At this moment he must be regretting saying yes, though, as he bends over himself and apologizes for Mineta’s behavior with a young lady just a few meters from where Bakugou and Todoroki are.

Iida also seems about to have an attack, (Deku standing behind him trying to calm him down), relentlessly scolding Kaminari while he hangs like a goofball from the edge of the hill they are, Momo trying to calm him down and help, Jirou laughing like crazy at her side because of the poor dead state the blond boy is in after using all his electricity to fry whatever he has in his hand, Mina, Sero and Uraraka joining her in chorus while they bend over themselves and cackle, and Kirishima scratching his neck awkwardly, smiling apologetic at Iida, stumbling with embarrassed apologies.

It sure it’s a view. And if Bakugou was not having a damn crisis, it would have been… cozy, to use a word. Which, certainly, is disconcerting. When did he start to feel so comfortable with these idiots? (He knows it, but the number is alarmingly much earlier than it should be to mention it).

He turns to Todoroki, who has moved to look at Bakugou’s line of sight. He has a soft expression on his face. His lips barely curling up in a little, little smile, his eyes warm.

Bakugou doesn’t really know how much time he stands there looking at him, but suddenly, Todoroki is looking at him with the corner of his eye and raising an eyebrow, as if to say “is something wrong? why are you staring?”

“Uh.” Bakugou says, like a moron. "What is that thing?“ He asks then, pointing to Todoroki’s hand, and trying not to say anything stupider.

Todoroki looks at his hand and raises the skewer again. "Yakitori.” He says, and then he tips the food in Bakugou’s direction. "But is spicy, so I thought you would want some.“

Bakugou narrows his eyes. "You can’t stand spicy food.”

Todoroki shrugs. And then he presses his lips a bit in a way that makes it look like he’s pouting. "I can stand spicy food.“

Bakugou smirks before he can think better. "Yeah, sure.”

Todoroki frowns. "I can.“

Bakugou’s smirk widens. "Uh-huh.”

Todoroki just pushes the skewer into Bakugou’s mouth, quite-not-but-almost pouting all the way, and Bakugou chuckles. He bites before he even realizes the way it looks, because, even if he was a bit aggressive, Todoroki is feeding him.

“Just shut up.” Todoroki mutters under his breath, and Bakugou smirks after chewing.

“It’s really good.” He says.

Todoroki looks at him and is about to say something when Kaminari whistles.

“Indirect kiss!” He shouts at them, Mina and Sero cackling.

Bakugou stomps where they are and takes Kaminari by the neck with one hand, the other making a threatening spectacle with small explosions. Aizawa is hitting the back of his neck with a book just a second later.

Todoroki just looks from behind, cheeks a bit warm.

.

They’re standing in the middle of the crowd, waiting for the fireworks to start. Bakugou is leaning against a railing, the Idiot Brigade in front of him excessively talking and laughing at something, Todoroki at his side, looking at the sky in silence.

It has started to freeze more as the night goes on, and Bakugou has always been a little easy-to-get-cold, which is terrible considering winter in Japan.

It’s probably the twentieth time he rubs his hands together, trying, uselessly, to give them a little heat with friction, and he’s about to take his gloves out of his jacket’s pocket when Todoroki moves to his side among the people, makes himself space, press against his other side, his back against the railing now, and takes his right hand between his left.

Bakugou freezes.

“W—”

Then Todoroki begins to produce heat. From his hand.

Huh.

“Is it better?” He asks, looking at him through his long eyelashes. "You seemed like you were freezing.“

"Uh.” Bakugou says, like a moron. Through the crowd, he can see Kirishima and Kaminari smiling broadly at him behind Todoroki, and even Deku is giving him a kind of look that is getting on his nerves. Why are they suddenly looking at them? What’s going on? "Yeah, it’s good.“ What. What the fuck. Did he just—

Todoroki shrugs and continues with the same flat, blank expression without letting go of his hand. "Okay”. He says, simply.

God, he’s Fucked. Like, Fucked with Capital F.

He likes holding Todoroki’s hand. What the fuck. What the fuck, fuck, fuck.

Are his cheeks warming up? It seems like that. Shit, please no. What the fuck is going on anymore, his own body is betraying him.

Then, Todoroki squeezes his hand, and Bakugou looks at him only to look at the sky afterwards, to where Todoroki is looking.

A second later, the fireworks explode in the sky, coloring the black mantle with thousands of colored lights. It’s a magnificent sight, actually.

Beside him, Todoroki makes a noise, low in the back of his throat and his breathing catches softly. Bakugou looks down and looks at him, and it’s like he was suddenly looking at the world from another angle.

Todoroki has his head thrown back, his hair falling gracefully and moving with the bit of wind; his fingers are warm against Bakugou’s hand, his lips are partially open, surprised, in awe, and his eyes. The colored lights are reflected on there, and they are shining, shining, shining, and the expression on Todoroki’s face is so open, so impressed, and Bakugou remembers that Todoroki didn’t have this kind of things when he was a child, he didn’t have this as he grew up, and he realizes that is probably the first time he’s seeing something like this.

There is something that pulls inside of him. In his stomach, in his throat. His ears buzz a little, and there is a sticky, soft warmth that slides all inside of him.

Bakugou has never considered himself an inveterate romantic or something along that, but there is something, something, something there, inside him, that moves and pulls and destabilizes him. Something agitated and chaotic that is making noise, so much noise, and so loud, like the waves crashing on the sea’s coast in the middle of a storm.

Fuck. He likes Todoroki, doesn’t he?

Fuck.

Is this how it feels? To have… feelings for someone?  So indescribably warm, and soft, and messy and…

Todoroki looks at him, and his eyes open a fraction when he realizes that Bakugou is watching him back. Shit, Bakugou’s heart is going to come out of his chest. But Todoroki says nothing, just looks at him, squeezes his hand. His lips begin to curve a little, in that soft, private smile that is so him, and, somehow, it seems strangely intimate. 

He looks at the sky again, then, pressing his side just a little at his, probably very aware at Bakugou’s open staring and— oh yeah. He’s fucked.

He’s royally fucked now.

.

“You’re acting weird lately.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Bakugou doesn’t look up from the work on his desk. “I’m not.”

Todoroki sighs. “But you are.” He insists. “You’ve been… Hm. More quiet, I guess?”

Bakugou turns around in his seat to look at him, frowning, an annoyed scowl on his face. “Hah? What does that even mean, asshole?”

Todoroki looks him straight in the eyes and Bakugou feels that ugly tug on his stomach that hasn’t stopped bothering him lately every time Todoroki is around him.

They are alone in his room before dinner time on a Monday, Bakugou finishing Midnight’s homework due to Wednesday and Todoroki playing dumb by lazily reading Shingeki no Kyojin last volume on the floor instead of working on it too.  He doesn’t shut up about it lately, always arguing with Sero about Eren and Levi and some Armin too. Eldians this, eldians that. It’s kind of endearing, actually, even if Bakugou does not understand half of what he’s talking about most of the time.

“There’s something bothering you?” Todoroki asks, then, still looking at his eyes. “I mean, I know you don’t like talking about those things, but if you—”

Bakugou gets up from his seat to sit in front of him on the floor. “I’m fine, you moron.” He is not, though. Not with Todoroki so fucking close and so fucking pretty and so fucking nice.

Todoroki doesn’t look convinced at all. He leans forward just a bit, frown framing his face, opening slightly his lips, “But—”

Bakugou taps his forehead with the palm of his hand. Todoroki stops leaning and rubs at the place that’s been hit. He almost pouts. And is fucking endearing, holy shit.

“I’m fine. Stop worrying.”

Todoroki frowns. “Okay, but if you need to talk, I—”

“I know, asshole.” Bakugou says, and it doesn’t sound soft, but it feels soft. In his tongue. In the air. “I know.”

Todoroki looks at him for ten long, eternal seconds with something in his eyes before just sighing through his teeth and coming back to his manga. “I still think you’re acting weird, though.”

Bakugou raises a single eyebrow at that. “Do you want me to scream to make you feel better?”

Todoroki’s lips quirk up a little. “That would be nice, thank you.”

This goddamn moron. Why does Bakugou likes him so much?

“Well then”, he says, and sucks a bunch of air before screaming, “DIE! Die, die, die, die!”

He keeps going until Todoroki is laughing, actually laughing, and Bakugou thinks: ah. For that. He likes that moron for that.

.

They’re both eating in the dining room at the dorms, and Bakugou is, again, thinking about how Todoroki’s hair sticks in his forehead. It looks so soft. His hands itch.

This time, however, Bakugou does lean in and touches it. He fucking brushes the hair away from his forehead. Out of the blue. Fucking, stupid, goddamn idiot—

Todoroki looks up at him from his food, eyes mildly wide, surprised (looking a little like someone just hit him with a ball, or like a deer in the headlights, or like Bakugou just grow a second head in front of him).

“Uh.” Bakugou says. Like an idiot. He recoils awkwardly. Todoroki stares at him. “You need to cut your hair. Is long.” Goddammit, he’s so fucking embarrassing. Please, God, take him now.

Todoroki blinks at him. He touches his forehead, absently but hyper-aware of himself all of a sudden. “Oh. Okay.”

“Yeah.” He answers, croaks out. God, he is going to die. That’s the way he’s going to go, there in the middle of a half-dirty, half-clean dining room, in front of the prettiest guy in the world, after touching his hair.

Pathetic.  

He looks away.

Todoroki looks away too. For someone looking from the outside, he looked a bit dazed, a bit surprised, and definitely whipped with his hand still on his forehead and a soft blush on his ears and his cheeks.

Bakugou swears he hears someone face-palm themselves.

.

“You are both so dense it’s not even funny anymore, Bakugou!” Mina whines in his bed. “You obviously like each other and you’ve already kissed, so why not telling each other already?” She cries, like in agony. “I don’t understand! Is making me go crazy!”

“Yeah, dude, I swear I could cut your sexual tension with a knife. Is wild.” Kaminari says.

“Well, you actually wouldn’t because is really thick.” Kirishima points out.

“Right. I guess I just can see it then? Like, is painfully obvious.”

“I agree.” Sero pops out from behind his manga to say.

Bakugou scowls at them. “You are all idiots, he obviously doesn’t like me.”

There’s a pause. Then they all groan like they are going to die.

“Denser than a brick!”

“How can someone so smart be so stupid?”

“I don’t know dude, I think he’s doing it on purpose.”

“Well, I hope! If he’s not, he’s going to make me insane!”

“Right?”

“Yeah!”

“Like, remember that time when Todoroki was blatantly staring at Bakubro’s ass? Damn.”

“Oh, yeah. And that time Bakugou was obviously going to take his hand?”

“That would have been cute if I wasn’t so fed up of that shit already.”

“Mood.”

“OH! And the time they blushed like mad because Bakugou touched his forehead? We were right there!”

“They’re both morons.”

“God, yes, they’re so stupid.”

“Oh and that time when—”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. They aren’t like that at all. At. All. Piss Hair and the others were just all idiots and they liked to be dramatic as hell all the goddamn time.

“oH and WHEN—”

Gaaaaahhhh. Bakugou lets himself drop and lay down on the floor and facepalms himself.

He needs other friends.

Stupid assholes.

.

.

“I like you.”

It’s middle of February around 7pm and they’re standing outside the dorms. The weather is chilly and a bit cold, the sky already making itself dark, purple-ish and pink-ish and gold-ish above their heads. Soft white clouds.

Todoroki just stands there, looking so goddamm thunderstruck and so fucking stunning is making Bakugou go insane equally.

“I like you.” Bakugou says again, and his voice is not tremulous at all, but it is low, lower than the first time he said it, and his hands tremble a little when he moves his fingers to fidget with the scarf around his neck.

Todoroki blushes instantly, seemingly out his stupor, and he looks so fucking pretty. Bakugou doesn’t even feel embarrassed thinking it. He looks so goddamn pretty with his long eyelashes and pretty eyes and pretty face and— Bakugou has to restrain himself not to jump over and kiss the life out him.

“What?” Todoroki finally stumbles with, voice faltering and low.

Bakugou plays with the sleeve of his sweater and looks at the ground, to one side, to Todoroki and then to his own hand. “You heard me; don’t make me say it again.”

There is silence as Bakugou pulls the cloth between his fingers, his breathing in small wisps of white air.

He can hear Todoroki moving awkwardly in front of him. “No”, he says, eventually. “I mean. Yes. I heard you the first time— and the second, I just,” he pauses. Bakugou can see the movement of his foot against the snow. “Are you— you’re—” he keeps stumbling around his own words, and Bakugou looks up at him only to find him looking away, the pretty light blush washing over his cheeks. “You’re not messing with me, right?” he says, finally, voice soft.

Bakugou blinks. Of all the things he expected to hear, the things he thought he would hear—

He walks forward, towards him, and Todoroki turns his head, looks at him and steps back, one step, two steps, and Bakugou continues until he stops right in front of him. He reaches out and takes his arm, not strongly, but firm. Of course, Todoroki could get out of his grip at any moment if he wanted to and flee from there.

But he doesn’t.

Bakugou looks into his eyes.

“Why would I?” Why would I mess with you with something like that?

Todoroki looks at him. He gulps. Bakugou’s eyes snap and follow the movement Todoroki’s Adam apple do before looking at his face again three seconds later.

Todoroki looks at his side. “Well, because I…” he trails off.

Bakugou waits.

And waits.

And then, he squeezes Todoroki’s arm. “You?”

Todoroki looks at him, and he looks so lost. So very lost. Bakugou sighs.

“Look. Is fine. You don’t have to like me back, or some stupid bullshit that’s making you think like crazy. I just like you and I’m tired and if I didn’t say it now, then I’ll probably blurt it out later, because you’re always with me all the fucking time, and I’m not complaining but you have absolutely no fucking idea of how hard it is to not say it right—”

Todoroki blurts out, out of the blue, stopping Bakugou mid-sentence. “Can I kiss you?”

Bakugou almost chokes. “Huh?” He croaks.

“I— I know.” Todoroki says, looking at him intently. “I know how hard it is. I like you too. I know how it is. And I think about kissing you like, maybe all the time, so can I—”

“You like me?” Bakugou breaths out. “You like me back?”

Todoroki looks at him, seeming confused as to why Bakugou looks so surprised. “Yes. I thought it was pretty obvious and for a moment I thought you knew, so when you—”

“No, I didn’t! I didn’t know!”

“Oh.”

“I thought I was the obvious one.”

Todoroki blinks. “No. You. I mean. No.” He shakes his head. “At least I didn’t notice.”

“Huh.”

There’s a long pause until Todoroki looks at him in the eyes again. “Can I— I mean—”

Bakugou can’t help it, he snorts, knowing what Todoroki was going to say.

He steps forwards, leaning in Todoroki’s personal space. And he’s not going to lie, look at Todoroki’s trapped but ever so longing expression is a delight.

“Yes, you moron.” He says, and then leans in more. He can feel Todoroki’s breath against his face. He can see his eyes, close, close, close, and the long, long lashes. He’s so close that he can feel the soft hair tickling his own forehead. God, he’s so gorgeous. How can someone be so fucking pretty. “Kiss me.”

Bakugou has never (a little bit of a lie there, Todoroki really seemed to want to kiss Bakugou at that time in the karaoke) seen Todoroki so eager. He closes the distance between them, craving, and kisses him.

And, God, Bakugou kisses him back.

Bakugou kisses Todoroki as he should be kissed. He savors it, he enjoys it. He digs his fingers in his soft hair, slides them into the pulse of his neck, of his wrist, and Todoroki clings to him like a thirsty man in the middle of a desert, grasping at him desesperately as if he was a single lifeline in the middle of the whole, vast ocean. He leans against him; unravels and melts and tears apart over and over again. He sucks, bites, licks at Bakugou’s lips, and keeps doing sounds Bakugou so long yearned to hear.

God, this is so good.

And they keep kissing, and kissing, and kissing until they feel like freezing, and until Kaminari wolf-whistles while running at them from the door, and Mina cries, throwing her arms in the air and shouting the loudest “FINALLY!” Bakugou has ever heard, Kirishima happily smiling at them with Sero trailing behind.

“We were not spying on you!” Kaminari immediately rushes to say, which means they definitely were. Bakugou finds himself unable to care.

“About time.” Sero scoffs, but he looks genuinely happy.

“I told you!” Mina keeps crying. “I told you! You’re both so stubborn, you were going to make me go old with all the stress!”

Todoroki smiles lightly at her. Bakugou has never seen him so calm before. In a good way. “Mina, that can’t—”

“Well, you both were going to! I’m telling you, you were going to kill me!”

“Seems like we’re smarter than you at this, huh?” Kaminari grins at him. Bakugou just pushes his face with the palm of his hand. Hard.

“Ouch! You meanie! Even after Todoroki warmed you up with a make out session!”

Todoroki seems like he’s going to caught up on fire from embarrassing. Bakugou almost smiles.

“But you are both so cute! So cute! I’m so happy you finally worked it out! I’m gonna cry! I’m gonna cry for real!” Mina actually cries, hugging both of them.

Bakugou rolls his eyes and pats her on the back. “You are all so dramatic, you know? Bunch of goddamn morons.”

“Well, you’re our king after all.” Kaminari says, like is the funniest and most brilliant thing he has ever say.

Bakugou scowls at him. “Hah? What does that even mean, you asshole? I’m not dramatic!”

“You are, though.” Todoroki points out, and when Bakugou looks at him, Todoroki stares right back, deadpan.

Bakugou grunts. “If you weren’t so pretty, I would have punched your face right now.”

Instead of blushing, Todoroki smirks at him. He fucking. Smirks. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?”

Bakugou scowls. “Don’t be so full of yourself, you know that already.” He has to know. Someone that pretty has to know they are pretty. “Asshole.”

Todoroki’s smirk softens into a real smile. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Huh. That sounded so much fonder than he expected it to.

“AH, they’re so cute! GUYS, THEY’RE SO CUTE! They’re going to kill me!”

“They are, but we better get inside because I’m freezing here already.”

“Yes, yes.”

When they’re heading inside, Todoroki grabs his hand like the cheesy dumbass he is, and Bakugou doesn’t even complain. He leans in Bakugou’s personal space, and whispers into his ear. “I think you’re really pretty too.”

Bakugou pushes his face away with the palm of his hand. “Ugh, you’re so embarrassing.”

Todoroki looks all through him and his snarky comeback, though, and he soft-smiles at him. Bakugou’s ears are getting really warm suddenly.

And when Todoroki leans in again and gives him a peck on the lips, Bakugou feels like dying, but in a good way.

-

Hey, hey, so. That’s it. I hope you all like it! :D Comments are very appreciated! Let me know what you think! c:

[dayseternal-blog]

A NaruHina fanfic based off of shamy’s doujinshi posted May 31, 2019.  Please check out her 5-panel illustration!

Read Chapter 1 here.

Read Chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3: Better than J-dramas

She was looking at me a lot, right?  

He slumps down into his couch at home, pondering the girl he just met.  

It could just be that she was shy, knew him the best, and so she felt more comfortable turning to him during their lunch break.  

Or, it could be his imagination, his ego, talking.  But he doesn’t want to be one of those guys, who thinks that every time a girl smiles at him, that means she’s into him.

Or…

He tilts his head in thought.  Maybe she liked me a little?

True, they just met, but he’s a pretty attractive guy, right?  He knows he’s not ugly, maybe not a 10, but not like a 3, either.  He works out regularly, and in his own, awesome opinion, he thinks he’s pretty nice.

Would I like that?  

If she is interested in him?

He wouldn’t mind it…

She was rather pretty.  She had a nice face and nice skin.  Nice, interesting eyes.  Nice hair.  Nice voice.  She was a nice girl.  Cute.

Not very fashionable, with her long skirt and sweater layered over another sweater, but maybe that just means she’s not high maintenance (unlike his semi-serious, acting-major ex Shion from sophomore year).

It’s not like he’s really fashionable, either.

He recalls her quiet smiles and determined expressions.  Yeah, she was cute.  She definitely seemed sorta innocent, which is a quality he doesn’t see too often in girls his age anymore.  That seems to really up her appeal to him in ways he doesn’t want to self-examine.    

Wonder if she has a boyfriend.  

He remembers everything she told him and the things he learned about her online.  He knows she doesn’t have any social media accounts, or they at least don’t pop up on search engines.  And nothing she said hinted at a special someone.

She did talk about a few friends.  

He frowns at the extent of his contemplation.  I should just ask her out!   It wouldn’t be a big deal because if she says no, he’d probably never see her again after the concert, unless she has another concert, but it’s whatever.  

He’s old enough to ask people out casually, isn’t he?  

It’s just not something he’s ever really done.  With his “free” time in college spent in various theatres around town part-timing, building his network, or watching other shows to learn new design ideas, he doesn’t exactly have a strong dating history.  Usually Sakura makes it her personal mission to hook him up with someone, but it’d be nice to not wait for her to find him his next maybe-we’re-together-but-maybe-we’re-just-seeing-each-other fling that inevitably ends because the girl can’t handle his fluctuating work schedule (Monday and Tuesday or Thursday off, work some weekday nights and every weekend).  

Imagine if he told her he started dating someone without her help!  Hah!  He’s not a helpless case after all!

Anyway, it’s not a big deal.        

He can do it.

And, if he doesn’t start now, Sakura will run out of willing friends eventually, and he’ll have to start signing up for those dating apps and “sliding” into random people’s DMs, and, well, he’d rather not?

Yeah, yeah, I’ll ask her out for coffee or something.

With that matter settled and tucked away for later, he grabs the remote, turns on the streaming app, and navigates the site to the drama.  It’s only 13 episodes long, one hour each. He can definitely marathon it, especially since he doesn’t have to go in for work in the morning.

He’s halfway through the first episode when his flatmate, his best friend, walks in.  “Oh, you’re watching Picture Tomorrow.”  

Naruto turns to hear Sasuke dumping his stuff in the kitchen.  “Yeah, did you watch this?”

“Sakura made me.”

Figures.  Naruto turns back to the show.

“You’re not going to like it.”

“I’m not?”

“Well, of course not since the girl dies at the end.”

Naruto turns furiously to see him standing there indifferently.  He throws his hands up.  “Sasuke!”

“What.  You didn’t know that?  How could you not know that?”

“Well, I didn’t!”

“Oh.”  Sasuke retreats back to the kitchen.

With the end spoiled, Naruto continues the show with less enthusiasm than before.  He watches the love interest gaze at the simpleminded heroine curiously.   She’s gonna die!  Don’t fall in love with her!   He sighs as he realizes every single moment watching this drama will now be colored with those thoughts.  “Did you like it?” he questions loud enough for Sasuke to hear over the sound of the sink’s running water.

“...”

Naruto watches Sasuke silently deliberating across the serving counter.  If he hated it, he would have said so already.  “So it’s a good show, then?”

“It’s interesting.”

That’s pretty much Sasuke-speak for ‘it’s great.’  “I’m gonna marathon the whole thing tonight.  You wanna join?”

Sasuke grimaces at him.  

But a couple minutes later, after he microwaves some leftovers, he joins him on the couch.

“Oh, this is one of her songs,” Naruto comments aloud as the episode flashes a few sponsors before a commercial break.

Sasuke turns to look at him.

“Hinata, the pianist.  She’s having a concert at HKT this Saturday, and I’m her point person,” he explains.

Sasuke silently nods.

Throughout the drama, he vocally notices her songs.  “This is her song, too...think this one’s called ‘Finally Arrived.’”  He mentally considers that the music sounds different from her online profile, like with other instruments added, and he doesn’t doubt that she composed the music for them, too.  “Gee, she’s really talented.”  

“Hn.”

Eventually Sasuke leaves him alone, and it’s a good thing because when the heroine tells her love interest her diagnosis, but they start dating anyway, Naruto finds himself tearing up.  

By morning, he’s got a permanent frown on his face when she tells him she wants to break up with him, while keeping her terminally ill prognosis secret.

Sasuke comes out, readying for work.

“Sasukeeee...why…” he exhaustedly whines.  

“I told you you wouldn’t like it.”

“No, no, I like it...I think…”

“Are there still tickets for her concert?”

“Wha?  Oh, I dunno...probably…ugh I hate this show...I mean I don’t hate it…”

“Stupid.”

“Noo, this is your fault.”

“Later.”  The door clicks shut, and Naruto is left alone to wallow in his misery.

Sasuke doesn’t come back that night, probably staying over at Sakura’s place, so he doesn’t have anyone to voice his thoughts to until the next day when he goes in for work.  

He tells the rest of the crew about how his jerk of a flatmate spoiled the ending, and how touching it was that the boyfriend ended up becoming a cancer researcher.  

To which their only reaction of note is how Naruto didn’t know that the girl was going to die at the end.  “How did you not know that?”  “The novel’s been on the best-selling list all season!”

“I just didn’t know!”

When Hinata comes in for her rehearsal, he unthinkingly engages her in his venting.  “I finally watched Picture Tomorrow!” he informs her.

Her lips turn up slightly.  “Oh, did you like it?”

“Yes!  I hated it.”

“Oh…”

“It was so sad,” he bemoans.

“So...you didn’t like it?” she asks.

“No, it was great!  It was awful,” he clarifies for her.

It starts quietly, her giggle.  He watches her light grey eyes disappear into small slits under dark lashes, and he’s momentarily struck by the realization that he made her laugh.

“Your music was great, too,” he adds, and he suddenly finds himself much more taken with her smile than the drama.  She’s wearing make-up today.  And a dress.  “It completely tied together every scene, it was really nice.”

Her eyes, her entire expression, shines up at him.  “Thank you.  I’m glad you liked it.”

“Yeah...”  He works his hand into the back of his neck.  Right before the rehearsal starts would not be a good time to ask her out.  So, he redirects his thoughts to his work.  “Are you ready to get started?”

She nods, her shy gaze still focused on him, her cheeks still lightly pink from her laughter.

And he notes how she still looks happy as she follows him toward the stage.

He and the rest of the crew clap and give her cheers as she bows to the empty seats.  

She turns and looks at him, smiling a scrunched up, embarrassed and amused expression at their antics.

He grins at her, making sure to holler an extra loud “Wooh!”

Her mouth seems to drop open in surprise, her brows furrowing in confusion at his enthusiasm as she comes off the stage into the wings.  

“We won’t be able to cheer you on tomorrow night, so we gotta do it today,” he explains.  Tomorrow they’ll all be in work-mode.  Silent and invisible.  

“Oh,” she answers thoughtfully.  “Thank you.”

“Yeah!  Everything sounded great.  Looks like we’re ready for tomorrow!”  

She smiles in agreement and nods.  

He feels his weight tipping forward toward his toes, an antsiness that urges him to bounce on his feet.  Now’s the time, now’s the time.

His senior’s yell bursts through his thoughts.  “Hinata!  Before you go, I wanted to know if you’d sign this sheet music for my wife.  She teaches your songs to some of her piano students.”

She turns from him, her smile directed away.  “Oh, sure!”

Naruto lets out a silent sigh.

He doesn’t get another moment alone with her, and he doesn’t want to subject himself or Hinata to the pressure of asking her out in front of everyone.

It’s only later that night when he’s leaving the theatre and walking to the bus stop that it occurs to him he could message her.  He has her number saved, at the time it was for “just in case” as her point person.  

Well, but asking her out in a message seems like a cop out.

He fiddles with his phone for a few seconds before opening a new thread.  

“Hey Hinata this is Naruto”  

He sends it before he can regret it.

He waits a minute.  

Nothing.

She might be one of those people who doesn’t obsessively check their phone’s notifications.

He starts typing again.  

“We’re all getting dinner around 4:30 tomorrow.  You’re welcome to join us before your warmup”  

He stares at his phone for a few seconds before pocketing it.  Based on her response, he might be able to gauge her interest in him.  If she responds.

His phone vibrates when he’s nearing his stop, and he’s relieved to see that it’s her as he exits the bus.

“Hello, Naruto, thank you :)  I’ll be there!”

A positive response.  A pretty normal, positive response.  

He doesn’t gauge anything from it, and now he has to figure out how to reply.  For anyone else, he would just “like” her reply.

But she’s not exactly just anyone, and he kind of wants her to notice him the way he’s noticing her.

“Great, see you tomorrow”

He considers adding “have a good night,” quickly decides against it, and presses send.

Her reply comes almost automatically.  “Yes, have a good night :)”

He frowns at his phone.  He should have just added it the first time.  Now is it weird to drag on the conversation?  Why didn’t she just say “see you tomorrow” in response?

Before he can take any longer thinking about it, he sends a short message.  

“You too”

He lets out a long breath.  

The last time he exchanged messages with a girl (that wasn’t a platonic friend) was three months ago.  That contact didn’t last past the first date, set up by Sakura.

They were incompatible.  Little attraction on both sides when it came to conversation.

It would be nice if he could have a relationship.  None of this waiting around, none of this feeling the other person out, none of this second-guessing every move, or just trying to make a move.  

He’s ready for more.

He's ready for someone to share some sweetness with.

[hazusreaderinserts]

Legacy [Naruto Reader-Insert]

You’re definitely a Yamanaka, aren’t you?

Family and Village secrets run rampant. All you wanna do is survive long enough to see Naruto become Hokage and to find out who you really are.

[Fem! Reader x Various]

Warnings: Long plot. Slow-burn. The slowest of the burn.

Crossposted on Wattpad and Quotev. Masterlist

Chapter 9 Trouble in Paradise

A/N: Gave up on formatting.

You wake up to the sensation of several somethings hitting and tickling a few parts of your face. You grunt and try to brush whatever that's hitting your face away but they just kept bouncing back to tickle you.

Then you hear someone groan beside you. It is a very familiar voice, with a particular timbre to it that you recognize. Hound? Your mind went into overdrive. What is he doing here? Where am I?

You quickly roused to consciousness and your bleary eyes finally recognized the room that you're in. There's no mistake. It's Brother's hospital room.

Hound's head lolls onto your shoulder and from your angle you could see a peek of his features underneath his mask. He definitely looks younger when he's sleeping.

Your opinion of his features have not changed since 3 years ago, you still think he's quite attractive despite half of his face and eyes are hidden by a face-cloth (mask? You didn't really know what to call it anymore). You still don't know why he hides his face.

To be honest, he still has that sort of child-like purity about him, but only while he is asleep.

You reach out with your fingers to brush his hair out from his eye but he stops you.

You jump in your seat.

"Uhh. Good morning?" You say with a hint of nervousness in your voice.

"Mm. Morning." Hound looks up at you with bleary eyes. You don't think his brain is functioning yet

He's speaking in that 'super-sexy-i-just-woke-up-drawl'. It sends small shivers down your spine and you don't really know why that elicits a reaction out of you. 

Maybe you had a thing for deep voices.

"Move, your hair is tickling me." You nudge his head back to the opposite side of his chair. Hound's head rolls back and he just makes some noncommittal grunts when he realizes that it's just you. Pushing his head away. Like he is a pest or something (yes, yes he is).

You've never gotten this intimate with anyone before. Or at least been in this intimate position where you wake up to see someone else's face the first thing in the morning. Mother or Brother hasn't slept beside you ever since you were two or three.

The thought is kinda nice, waking up to someone you like but uh. Hound is much, much older than you and he'd be considered a cradle robber (also not family, not age appropriate)

You actually have looked through his files after you vowed to investigate Brother's chaperone. In one of the bingo books the Yamanaka got from a nin from Kiri, they call him Konoha's Loyal Dog ( Seems pretty fitting since his handle is Hound and he handles hounds (ninja-dogs)). You snigger softly at your own joke.

You also refuse to call him by his actual name, at least for now.

You think it's ironic. Dog summoner with a dog-like ANBU handle, who is also suitably monikered as Konoha's Loyal Dog, with capitals. Capitals! The bingo books from other Hidden Villages aren't a joke.

And he's probably going to be assigned to you as your guard dog. Hah!

You hope not. He got pulled out of ANBU to do teaching gigs as a Jounin but he hasn't passed any of his teams yet ( or so you read, in his dossier. Also yes the Yamanaka's keep dossiers on everyone. His is particularly thick.).

He half-opens his eye to give you a tired look and adjusted his body to a more comfortable position. And promptly fell back asleep. You're half laughing internally and half nervous as hell at the absurdity of the situation.

But one question, how on earth is he so comfortable with sleeping in room that has so many vulnerable spots? Then something hits you. This is his home village, he should be able to just relax. Just because he's one of the strongest ninja, doesn't mean he has to be on guard all the time.

This is something that you needed more time ponder on.

You slide out of the chair and give Brother a kiss on the forehead, whispering a soft good morning against his cold skin and ran as fast as you could to the Nara compound.

It's barely dawn so you think you can make it before he wakes up. He's an early sleeper and an early riser, but you think he just likes procrastinating on the bed with his favourite novel before sleeping and he likes the feeling of lying down in bed for a while to watch the clouds and the sky as the sun rises.                                                             ____

Shikamaru gets startled awake by a dull thud by his window. Even though he likes sleeping a lot, he's kinda a light sleeper. He's only pretending to sleep in the academy, what he's really doing with his eyes closed is thinking about random things (and Ino, sometimes).

He grabs the kunai he keeps his pillow and angled it defensively. Unfortunately, he's also quite prepared for situations ( read, paranoid).

The thought that this is a Shinobi village doesn't really cross his mind so the only thing this protects him from is you. And rogue ninja, but he trusts Konoha security. So mostly just you.

He sees you tumbling through his window in a less than graceful way. You land on your feet noiselessly and you strike a pose, like nobody is looking at you. Nobody would if Shikamaru is still asleep. 

He isn't. He's wide awake.

You stare at the Nara boy with widened eyes, looking like he's just caught you staring at one of the older Uchiha boys (back when they were a thing, they are certainly not a thing anymore because you know, Itachi) with an expression of curiosity and infatuation.

In your defense, Uchiha boys are all quite handsome in a traditional way.

And Shikamaru stares back, with an equally shocked expression.

"Uhh, I thought you were asleep." You deadpan, still frozen in that silly pose you decided to strike when you rolled in.

Shikamaru lowers his kunai and gives you the stinkiest eyes he can muster with his half-asleep cognitive functions, "You're really something, you know that mouse? Why didn't you come over to talk yesterday? Choji and I had a big fucking bribe, which you don't get now by the way, laid out for you to make you talk."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Your voice got all choked up. "Sorry I couldn't make it, I caught a cold and had to stay in."

It feels nice when your friends worry about you and heck, Shikamaru is a worrier. The biggest worrier you know. And a complainer. You appreciate everything he says because he tells it to you straight. When he's not being the laziest person around.

What you really mean is that you got cornered into a room filled with oppressive people and they had to Intimidate you into reciting the oath under some sort of influence. Mind, body and soul. The same mantra that the Yamanaka Shinobi recite when they're learning how to transfer their soul into someone else via Shintenshin.

Was that the essence of what they wanted to do with the oath and the drink? Hokage's Balls.

Your mind, body and soul belongs to the Yamanaka now since you accepted the oath and you'd have to swear another blood oath to the village once you graduate and become genin.

You were basically trapped into something you couldn't refuse. You can't tell Shikamaru anything though, it's an oath of silence and besides, Keirai probably had someone watching you day and night.

Maybe he is watching you right now.

Shikamaru rolls his eyes and voices out his usual complaint, "Ugh how troublesome. You know I can tell when you're lying right?" Yes he totally can, but he doesn't call you out on it unless it is important. And this is important.

You 'hm'ed and give him a noncommittal shrug, plopping yourself on the foot of Shikamaru's bed. Sometimes you think that the Nara boy would prefer the futon since he has pretty traditional tastes but then again he got a really cushy mattress and it's much more thicker than the fluffiest futon.

You like the futon better. It reminds you not to get complacent and you like sleeping on hard-ish ground.

Shikamaru swings out of his covers in his cotton jammies with little clouds printed on them and sits up. You give him a pointed look and raise an eyebrow, to which he responds with red on his cheeks and an indignant half-shout, "They're my favourite okay? They're really comfy."

You didn't doubt that, but still. An amused giggle escapes from your lips before you know it and he turns bright red again.

"Hey, what did you wanna tell me?" You make yourself comfy on the bed, pulling both your legs up to cross them. The obi sits a little tight on your waist, but you didn't mind.

"Choji and I are worried about you, you idiot mouse. We know something happened all those years ago and you seemed like you were fine until recently when everything friggin' crashed and burned for you like a fireball jutsu gone wrong." He looks at you with those eyes that make you think he is begging you to wake up and see that you can rely on him.

You can. But you don't really wanna talk about how you are being watched 24/7 like you have a camera following your every move and listening to your every word.

The Nara clan has always traditionally been the head of the the Shinobi Counter Intelligence and with Shikamaru's father actually being the head, you don't want to take any chances. See, the difference between the T&I Bureau and SCI is that T&I is mostly an internal affair and SCI handles everything that is external to the village, although both of them will send teams outside to collect intelligence (SCI collects and prevents).

You remember what Shisui had said. Your chakra is different. Noticeable. Every sensor in a 100 mile radius of Konoha will be able to find you. Good for you that you're stuck in a clan specializing in sensors.

You feel really bitter about the whole thing.

"I uh, don't want to talk about it." You look at your lap with sheepish smile.

Shikamaru continues like he didn't hear you say that you don't want to talk about it. "And then Ino comes to me, crying about what you said to her and that's not very nice of you."

It's no secret between Choji and you that Shikamaru has a soft spot for Ino. Maybe a bit more than a soft spot but it's not really a secret anymore. It's been an unrequited crush for more than three years and Ino only has Sasuke Uchiha in her eyes. So uhh. An impasse. Ino doesn't know about Shikamaru's feelings.

You roll your eyes. You're still a little upset at Ino about how insensitive she's been. Just like Father. Mother practically lives at the hospital now. You know that Father has something to do with that. Isolate you, so you don't have anyone to talk to about this.

"I'll deal with her when I've calmed down. Don't you think I deserve some slack after the things that actually happened to me?" You say, plainly. You really didn't come here to be yelled at. Shikamaru will always take Ino's side. He always does.

Would it kill him to take your side sometimes?

Shikamaru sees the expression on your face and he bites back whatever he is going to say next. You look like you are about to cry. 

The sun is about to rise and he's still in his cloud jammies. He throws the covers over you completely, "What a drag, you should stay in there until you apologize to Ino." Shikamaru scratches the back of his head.

"Get out. I'm going to change and I don't want you in the room when I do." Shikamaru finally says after like five minutes of continuous scratching. You're not deaf, you can hear perfectly fine under the blanket.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should go. I'll see you in class, maybe." Your voice comes out a little more choked than you'd like and you proceed to throw the covers over him entirely and focusing your chakra to bring you to the place you haven't visited in two years.

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It's a blur of colours again and you land on your feet in a clearing near the Naka River. You've gotten used to Shisui's brand of Shunshin and you finally figure out how it actually works.

The afterimage is actually a chakra shell the shape of you. As in, you flicker forward so fast that it leaves a thin chakra shell that has your likeness and that's probably how Shisui has the illusion of moving so fast that he is able to make 'clones' of himself.

You slowly trudge towards the roundest rock in the cleaning, a ray of light filtering through the grassy canopy of trees that seem to function as a soft spotlight shining directly over it. It's the only reason why you picked that spot.

You hop up to sit on it, eyes closed to enjoy the gentle warmth that the ray of light brings.

"Hey, Shisui. It's been a while. I know I haven't visited you in a year..." You whisper under your breath and you start talking about the various things that happened to you so far. Like your initiation. And how you don't know how to bring up the Uchiha Massacre to Sasuke.

You had read that he had thrown himself into the Naka River, but his body was never found. You think it's a fitting spot to make a honorary grave for him. youtrynottothinkaboutthefactthattheydidntfindabodythereisnobodyhecouldbealivesomewherehesstillalivethereisnobody

Sasuke became really withdrawn and more broody after the incident to the point where you couldn't say he is fully sane anymore. Sometimes he trains himself so hard that he's on the verge of killing himself.

You know him well enough that every action of his leads up to a singular conclusion. And it's very disconcerting. It honestly worries you a lot. He was broken for a long period of time but that grief turned into anger. He doesn't talk about it nor does he want to.

That was his coping mechanism and you don't know if it's healthy or not (not that your own way of coping is healthy either, but you didn't want to kill yourself constantly. Wait, maybe you did).

You don't expect him to be okay really, his entire family was killed by his brother and he saw. He saw Itachi drive the sword into his mother's body. He saw the bloodthirsty expression Itachi had as he did it. And something in him changed. But mostly, you just want to talk to him about it to really understand what he's thinking about.

You tell Shisui that you really miss him. Even this little glade reminds you of him. You miss the way he smiles at you when you finally got something right. The way his eyes crinkle when you show him some inane thing that you did just because. The way he says your name when he wants to wake you up from a nap.

Yeah, those things you missed. And you couldn't see them anymore.

You're also confused by what Itachi did that night, he was loyal to the Village, loyal to Hound and loyal to the Hokage. His motives confounded you and kept you up at nights mostly. And in those late hours of the night, you see Sasuke ambling around with that look on his face. You know that face that he has when he's brooding.

You spend half your morning catching Shisui up with everything recent about your life and you end up being late to class, which Iruka-sensei doesn't find particularly amusing.

[cleacourgette]

A lesson on marriage

I cannot get enough of my favorite ship in Naruto. You know that feeling of following our OTP for years than actually becoming canon? 

I’ve been inspired by the new Boruto episodes, its so nice to see the new team suna, and see Kankuro, and see Temari training the new inoshikacho. Ahh, the feels to the chunin exams are strong.

As always, I hope you like this one shot. 

The Nara residence had been lively that day, with the presence of the Kazekage himself, his right arm, Kankurou and his son Shinki. All because their older sister Temari insisted quite a lot, even when Gaara said she shouldn’t make such thing, that he didn’t want to trouble her, that eating  together in a restaurant would have been less trouble and still could keep the whole family together. But he knew his dearest sister to be the most stubborn out of the three of them and, and with her insistence, he easily gave in.

So lively it was, and Temari couldn’t be happier through the whole dinner party, watching her family together, reminiscent of the old days when she was responsible for taking care of her sloppy brothers. Gaara was always stuck on his office, forgetting often to take care of himself, and Kakuro, well Kakuro was specially slob and careless ever since she could remember. But it was nice to bask in such memories.

The Nara family took note of how Shinki grew up to be. He was incredibly similar to Gaara, from his speech, to his quiet demeanor, his sense of priorities. Shikadai only remembered Shinki from a long time ago, when both of them were little kids, playing together in Suna, from the several vacations he spent with his uncles, all in order to learn about his Sunagakure heritage better, his mother often said. He knew and felt, Shinki was completely different now. His cousin had always been quiet, but now more than ever.

After the pleasant dinner, Temari invited them to stay over, after all the Nara residence was quite big, and having her brothers close was all she wanted. If only for a little longer. But to this, Gaara said no, and he insisted this time, he explained that  he had already booked rooms for him, Kankuro and the kids, not to mention that having dinner was one thing, staying over would be a lot more trouble he wasn’t willing to let his sister carry. He considered to her, he would be wiling to spend a few days with her when work wasn’t as chaotic. It would be nice to have the family all together in Konoha. She gave in, feeling like they just negotiated time to spend as a family.

They left for the night, and Temari was a little saddened. Shikamaru noted that down on his brain, and when they were waving their goodbyes, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close. Temari noted that down on her heart.

“Shikadai’s sleeping. I guess the first day of the chunin exams already took the best of him, huh?” Shikamaru entered the room, pocketed hands, slow pace and a gentle close of the door behind him, making sure no sounds would be made to not wake his son up.

His wife, sitting on the bed, back comfortably laying against the bunch of pillows, peeked up from the book she was reading. The dim light in the room, was just enough for her to make up the words in it. Another antique she found on the Nara library, often about Justus of the family, other times medical books, or just several diaries and notes from the several Nara heads on the family across the centuries.  Her teal eyes looked up at him, her naked legs were curled up, close to her chest, and she gently stretched one, and then the other.

The book was finding now rest on top of the bed side table, and her lips stretched a smile up at him. “Your son, isn’t he?” She teased. “Already tired and it was only the first day. Do you know what he told me about the first test? It was easy.” She snorted, dipping her body further against the pillows, her legs dancing one on top of the other sensually, a show for his eyes only.

Shikamaru’s eyes shifted between her eyes and her legs. Quick peeks at her legs, and the dance they were in, and then her teal deep eyes. The tease. “Hah, right back at you. Only you would say something like easy in a chunin exam, after all. Isn’t that what you thought when you saw me as your opponent? This one’s gonna be easy.”

The man, scratched his beard, analyzing his situation before him. Everything was pointing to this being a trap. She was faking it right now, he could tell, he already knew the little hints she dropped when she was lying or hiding something. A little twitch of her smile, the sudden change of topic, a distraction with her legs. She was good, and has only gotten better over the years, but this was a strategy he knew well by now. His wife missed her brothers, and that much was obvious by their nice evening that day. And now she was trying to cover up the fact that she was sad that they left. As always trying to be tough when she didn’t have to.

He decided to approached the situation carefully, sitting on the edge of his bed, across from her, his back turned to her, working on stripping his clothes, making himself comfortable, leading her to believe he fell for her trap.

“Is my husband feeling nostalgic?” Temari wasn’t dumb, she knew he had something planned, she could tell by the way he was being so slow and careful about his approach. This though, was one of the best things about being married to Konoha’s genius. Every day was a nice challenge, it tickled her personality. She dragged her body across the bed, reaching for him from behind, a hand coming up to his shoulder, helping him off his clothes.  

“Maybe. I did meet a very spunky little girl back then.” He arched his brow, reaching for her hand, stopping it gently, caressing it, each finger carefully.

But then she was fast to reply. “Oh did you? Spunky seems troublesome thought.”  Her other hand was now on his other shoulder, and he turned his head to face her. Her lovely hair was falling down her face, framing her olive skin in a beautiful sight under the dim light.

“Yeah. It was. It’s been a really troublesome journey all the way, but, you know? It was worth it. Look at what I have now.” He slowly turned his body towards her, and gently entwined their fingers together.

What Temari needed right now, was understanding and love. Not lust. Lust was a distraction for her, to forget for a moment that she missed being the one taking care of her brothers. She missed her roots, her land. Even thought she grew well accustomed to Konoha, she was still a brawly woman from Suna, and she would never forget that.

In her voice this time, there was need, it was breathless almost desperate. “What is it? What do you have now? Tell me?”

The gentle side of her. That sweet little thing his father told him about. She stopped being the scariest suna kunoichi in the world for him, a long time ago. Again and again, she gave him this side of her no one else saw.

It was in her nature and she felt it. It felt so natural for her to be caring with him, to be kind, to be loving. It was natural when they became accustomed to each other’s company, how they cared for each other, how strong the bonds have become, how that friendship grew into something so beautiful, and It felt incredibly natural for her to say yes, when he proposed, to kiss and touch for the first time. It was meant to be. And the thought of love and passion filled her cheeks in a rosy color, painted her eyes with a twinkle and made her lean closer to him, tilting her head in search for a kiss, but still waiting for her answer.

“I have you, I have Shikadai, I have us, our family. You were worth all the trouble.” It didn’t take long for him to answer; it was like a verse from an ancient poem, so right and so simple to say. The words spilled from his lips so easily and so genuine.

They touched, for a moment lips brushed a little, and she fell. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed him.  He swallowed back, opening her arms to accept her weight on him. His grip was secure, locked around her, and they kissed, deeply and passionately.

But Shikamaru didn’t let the kiss go any further into something more; he broke it, very gently so he wouldn’t startle her. He only pulled her close to rest their foreheads together. Eyes still closed, basking in the moment, sitting her on his lap.

“They’ll be here until the end of the chunin exams, you can take advantage of that and spend more time with them.”

She was caught. Check mate, he would say. He was probably proud of himself when she pulled herself back a little, opening her eyes. Reacting to his challenge.

“I know.” She said, already looking around herself for another plan. “I’ll do that.”

Smile grew on his face when she saw and felt her cornered against his words. So he was right about it. Years of marriage made him an expert on what is Temari Nara thinking about right now. He was truly proud. “But you wanted them to stay over, actually sleep here and be able to take care of them. I know. But they’re both big boys now, and the Kazekage didn’t want any special treatment just because his sister is here. “

Ah, that nasty, horrible man of hers. When did he get so good at knowing her? It truly pissed her off.

“Okay I get it already.” She admitted defeat, leaning against him, hiding her face on the crook of his neck. “But I’m not giving up like a certain someone.” She continued, biting down the flash on his neck, gently.

“Hey!” Accepting that bite as a challenge, Shikamaru pushed his troublesome, spunky wife against the bed. “Ah, you want a rematch from the chunin exams, do ya?” A sweet smile was covering his lips, and her hand sneaked up to him pulling his hair tie off, giggling to his lack of vision after that. She used her fingers to tangle against his hair gently, pulling it out of his eyes.

“I won’t lose this time, and I have a few new things to show you.” Her voice was quiet and deep, her eyes was defiant, and her lower lip curled under her teeth after her words came out like honey to his ears.

“Ahh…. You know I can’t lose against a woman…”

[bowieisworried]

we all have Superb taste if you ask me! I've had a soft spot for felix from the beginning and i don't think that's ever gonna change tbh

i remember when he used to not speak korean that well and the way he grew so quickly, i was so proud it gives me a heartache just thinking about it

I didn't have such big bias problems before!! it used to be fairly chill except for skz. always had like One fave idk when that changed lmao

Ah yes... SuperM i always forget that that group exists hfdjhfj still don't know what SM was thinking when they came up with that idea.

Mark is just totally overworked bc he's in almost every nct unit

I've had nctzen friends since their debut so i kind of couldn't stay away no matter how hard i try rip. By now i have way too much information on them and the fandom drama lmao

This year was truly the Start of military enlistments for my generation of kpop i think. the next few years gonna be Rough man

OK fave ace song might be a struggle again bc i used to listen mostly to Savage, Under Cover and Higher and i used to absolutely HATE Cactus. That song was so annoying to me, didn't like it at all and then suddenly a few weeks ago a flip in my brain switched and i suddenly started liking it lmao

so rn i'd probably have to say Cactus/Changer bc those are on repeat

For MV, the Under Cover mv already snatched all the wigs when it came out tbh, i just love that one

Yea Jun & Yonghoon have that same... Pretty Boy Leader Just Wants Compliments vibe but also Clowns

Since The Rose had the company issues shit rlly just went downhill. Makes me regret not buying more albums back in 2018 SO Hard. At this rate i'll never get my hands on one of their old releases rip

I love how fans sometimes get MAD when albums get reprinted bc they were hoping to scam ppl :'D

AhA hello star wars fan, it is I, a star trek fan hahadsf

I hadn't even THOUGHT abt the physical album packaging when he came out with the concept and stuff i was just hoping i'll like the songs but then suddenly all these versions drop and with them my Jaw. King shit.

Luckily i didn't collect like... Naruto. i didn't even try bc i knew i didn't have the money for that many volumes lmao but bc my memory is so bad i even got confused if i already owned vol 2 or not lmao it was a mess

i used to LOVE stray kids for having albums of the same format and then just as i stopped colelcting they changed it and i aas like HAH don't have to deal with that but the joke's on me now i do have to and it's a mess

But nothing is worse rn than onewe albums + Advice u can't just put them on the shelf normally it'S so annoying

I want leedos big binary card too so i can pout them next to each other!!

Did Vixx ever release the actual Perfumes too or was it just for the album? I mean ofc the smell just gets all up in there hdhhd i can imagine

Maybe puty taemin is your pulling curse who knows (of course very debatable if it's a curse or a blessing)

A nice relaxing drink sounds good! I mean moving is always stressful. At least it's over now!! love that for you :p

I think i'll watch that one webdrama ace is in to mentally prepare for Jun's upcoming drama. Already vibrating out of my skin in anticipation.

good night!!

~ santa

Howdy!

No wonder, he is really sweet and yeah, it was really endearing when he struggled with it. I remember seeing him in some YouTube video where they pranked him like the staff had been arrested and the language barrier just added to the chaos 😂

I know exactly what SM was thinking: American money. Totally failed though so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 😅 Ah, that does sound like a nightmare for Mark. God there's always so much fandom drama, with everyone really, part of the reason why you'll never see me calling myself a Tomoon or Shawol or anything. I'm just not wanting to get lumped in with the drama haha

To be fair I grew up with Star Trek as well, whichever series had Patrick Stewart (Next Generation maybe?) so I hold no Wars/Trek rival grudges.

Past you must be cackling that you have to deal with all the different formats now 😂 Are Onewe albums massive as well? Honestly see when I got Advice, Atlantis, and Don't Call Me all in the same parcel, I thought they'd sent double until I opened them and just went "SM what the hell!" lol

I'm not sure if they brought out the perfume that the album was scented with but they did have a line with one for each member, seems to be for the Lost Fantasia concerts.

I think I'd count pouty Taemin pulls as a blessing because God help me if he wasn't being adorable he might just kill me 😆

Oooh that's gonna be so good! Hope you enjoy the webdrama as well, I've heard good things about it 😄

[kuriquinn]

Telanadas [2/19]

Cover Page & Disclaimer:

first chapter

Sakura’s resolve to press on only lasts a half hour, if only because Nature makes a more convincing argument than Comfort. Darkness falls sooner than expected, and they are forced to find shelter.

As the winds grow strong enough to press the travellers up against the sharp, icy façade of the mountain, Sasuke spots a cave almost obscured by rock and snow. Even luckier, it is large enough that all four of them can fit comfortably inside without infringing on each other’s personal space. Having had to sleep crowded against Naruto on at least two occasions lately and subjected to his kicking, Sasuke is more than relieved about this.

Once inside, Kakashi uses his magic to erect a barrier of fire, offering both protection from enemies and the frigid gusts of wind. As the blood flows back into Sasuke’s fingers and toes, the mage conjures a small fire. Meanwhile, Sakura takes on the undesirable job of fashioning a small latrine at the back of the cave.

“That’s all we need is for one of you to wander out to take a crap and fall off the side of a mountain,” she says cheerfully.

Sasuke doubts any of them will make use of such a thing unless they are snowed in here for days. Then again, dwarves and humans have such odd notions of hygiene and propriety he cannot be entirely sure.

While Sasuke lays out their gear and armour to dry near the fire, Naruto digs about in their supplies to put together a warm meal.

Though meal is being polite, Sasuke thinks with a grimace.

“I do not understand how you people can eat this,” he mutters, the complaint escaping him before he can stop it. He was taught to consider food no more than fuel, but after weeks of the same paltry fare he has lost patience. “Do I even want to know what it is?”

“I think it was lamb at some point,” Sakura says, accepting the makeshift bowl of tasteless noodles and jerky from the human. “But the texture…isn’t one I’d normally associate with lamb.”

“Beggars cannot be choosers,” Kakashi replies mildly, shrugging one shoulder.

“What are you guys talking about?” Naruto asks, slurping down his share. “This is so much better than that frilly stuff we had back at the castle! I hate food I can’t pronounce. And this stuff never goes bad. I bet if we packed it away, it’d still be good to eat fifty years from now!”

Sasuke stares at him in disgust. “I cannot even tell if you are joking or not.”

“He is not,” Kakashi confirms, examining what is left of their rations. “I am rather sure these are from supply caches that have not been opened since the Storm Age. They were old before I stole them from the Circle of Magi.”

“And…I’m done,” Sakura says, offering her still-full bowl to Naruto, who cheers and adds the share to his own. Sasuke is tempted to do the same, but as it might be construed as a kindness to the human, he refrains. “What about you, Sasuke-kun? You didn’t eat like this where you grew up, right?”

As always, she is trying to find out more about him.

“No.” He intends to leave it at that, but when she gazes up at him beseechingly, a follow-up question clearly on her lips, he elaborates: “Simple fare. Bread made from seeds. Milk from our halla. Vegetables.”

He tries not to lick his lips at the mere thought of tomatoes. It has been so long since they had a decent meal.

“Halla?” Sakura repeats, confused. “Is that a kind of animal in Oto?”

Sasuke tenses, realising his unconscious slip.

“Not necessarily Oto,” Kakashi answers for him, eyes widening in understanding. “Halla are creatures like horned stags. The Dalish consider them to be noble companions.” He raises an eyebrow. “I had wondered about the markings on your face, Sasuke. They resemble none of the tattoos that the House of Crows use…but I have never seen that particular vallaslin before, either.”

“Dalish?” Naruto asks Sasuke in slack-jawed awe. “Wow, really? Arl Hiruzen used to talk about the Dalish, but I’ve never actually met one before!”

“Your powers of observation are worse than I thought, as you have been travelling with one for weeks now,” Sasuke bites out.

“Oi!”

“What’s vallaslin?” Sakura asks quickly, obviously attempting to curtail an argument.

Sasuke shrugs noncommittally, not wanting to explain.

“It translates to ‘blood writing’, if memory serves,” Kakashi says in his place. “A sign of adulthood, and adherence to the beliefs and traditions of the Dalish. It is surprising that one who submitted to the ritual would then be found working as an assassin for the House of Crows.”

“Chains of a past that no longer exists,” Sasuke interrupts. “I am going to sleep. It has been a long day.”

He turns away from the fire, a clear message that he has no intention of answering any questions or pursuing the discussion further.

He can feel Sakura’s eyes on him, but after a short pause, she suddenly says, “Well, that still sounds a lot better than what happened to me. I got this—” He imagines she is pointing at the rhombus shaped brand on her forehead, “—just for being born in the wrong place.”

“Heh. I understand what that’s like,” Naruto snorts.

“Maybe. Except as far as I know, Konoha doesn’t brand a newborn with a hot poker just because his parents were unwed.”

“What? No way!”

“Uh-huh. The minute a casteless dwarf is born, we get marked, so there’s no way to mistake who we are if the nobles catch us lurking in the richer quarters. Also, it makes it way easier for Carta recruiters to decide which kids they can press-gang into doing their dirty work.”

“Carta—the dwarven crime syndicate?” Kakashi questions, sounding surprised.

Back still turned in a pretence of sleep, Sasuke frowns. He does not find that surprising at all. It certainly explains her occasionally mercenary attitude and her talent for surviving insurmountable odds. The Carta offers about as friendly an upbringing as the Crows do.

“They’re the ones who smuggled lyrium to the Templars,” Naruto whispers, a little uncomfortable. No doubt he had comrades who suffered from that particular addiction. “You were one of them?”

“There wasn’t much choice,” she replies, unembarrassed. “Since the most respectable job for a casteless dwarf is sweeping the streets, and there’s only a few people who even get that job. It’s either work for the Carta or become a noble hunter. And I’d starve to death begging before I got on my back for some jacked-up noble because I might bear him a son.” She sounds abruptly fierce just then. “No disrespect to the women I grew up with who did that—there’d be no dwarves left down there if there were no noble hunters. But I won’t sell my heart for the small chance of pretty clothes and jewels.”

Sasuke snorts at this.

There is that naivety again.

“It seems we are talking too loudly and disturbing the elf’s sleep,” Kakashi remarks wryly, but Sasuke refuses to reply. It is enough that he has been forced by close quarters to listen to this.

Sakura is not so easily fooled; though she does not speak to him, her next words are pointed.

“People should be allowed to love one another without reprisal. Without duty or society or anyone else’s agenda getting in the way,” Sakura says, and her tone has lost all the levity he would normally associate with it. She only sounds like that when defending a cause that she considers worthy.

 “You’re right,” Naruto says quickly. “The world would be a much nicer place if that were true.”

“Perhaps some places,” Kakashi says carefully. “Circles of the Magi, for one. But for the good of the many, sometimes the desires of the few need to be set aside. Many a peace accord may never have happened if the belligerents in a conflict did not seal it with a marriage. And our world may have looked much different.”

“Maybe up here on the surface,” Sakura says. “Back in Iwa they’re so obsessed with blood purity that soon there won’t be anyone left to marry, diplomatic or not. If people could choose…if people could choose, Iwa might not be falling into the dust.”

There is sadness and anger in her tone, coupled with the sudden shifting of her body.

“Anyhow. It’s not like any of this matters here and now,” she goes on, and her tone is such an abrupt shift to cheeriness that Sasuke knows it is fake. “We just have to get to that temple and find those ashes to help Arl Hiruzen.”

“That is assuming they do exist,” Kakashi says reasonably. “This ‘Urn of Sacred Ashes’ could be nothing more than a rumour. Or a hoax.”

“You couldn’t have said something before we climbed half a mountain to get here?” Sakura jokes lightly. “Shannaro…”

“No, it’s real,” Naruto insists, faithful Templar even now. “Just wait, we’ll get those ashes back to him and he’ll be kicking down Danzō’s door in no time—believe it!”

The dwarf is not the only naïve one.

“I’m sure you’re right, Naruto,” Sakura says warmly. “But in order to get up there, we need to be at full strength. Which means sleep. I can take first watch if you want.”

“No, you’ve been pushing yourself pretty hard the last few days, Sakura. Take a break. Kakashi and I can keep a lookout since someone’s being a lazy arse.”

The recipient of the barb rolls his eyes.

“Naruto,” Sakura warns.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Go on, Sakura, he is right. You are no good to your cause if you pass out and freeze to death in the snow,” Kakashi coaxes.

“Hah! Like I’d let that happen!” Naruto scoffs.

“Well, thank you guys. I guess I can take an hour—but I will take second watch at least.”

That is what you think, Sasuke decides.

Annoying as the humans are, they are correct. Sakura is no good to them dead from exhaustion. Especially since Sasuke has thrown his lot in with her, he intends to keep her alive until he figures her out.

It should not be an issue to take the next watch.

There is a sound of shifting armour and the rustling of a camp bed, and he imagines Sakura has indeed turned in for the night. Kakashi and Naruto murmur to each other quietly, not wanting to disturb her; Sasuke is not so lucky, his ears picking up even the quietest whispers.

“I’m actually just as tired,” Naruto groans. “I’ll play you for first watch, if you promise not to cheat.”

“No, you go ahead and sleep. I’ll stay up and read for a little.”

“Ugh…just make sure you ‘read’ far away from my blanket.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. You mages are all perverts…”

Sasuke silently agrees.

After that, everything goes quiet (or as quiet as they can with Naruto’s snores). Sasuke allows himself to sink into a light sleep for a few hours, but when his ears pick up on Kakashi shifting in discomfort, he rouses himself. The older man has an odd propensity to take longer watches than he ought, to let everyone else rest. This makes no sense considering Sasuke does not need as much sleep as anyone else in the party. Sakura would say it is because Kakashi is an old mother hen at heart, but Sasuke is not sure. He does not trust humans, and mages even less, even when they do not wear masks to cover all but the eyes, the way Kakashi does.

With a stretch, Sasuke climbs out of his bedroll. He heads for the mouth of the cave to take a piss, then goes to sit beside the mage.

“I will take the watch until morning,” he murmurs. “You people are no use to me dead on your feet.”

“I sense there was concern in there somewhere behind all the stoic,” Kakashi remarks.

“Tch.”

“I’m serious, Sasuke. You are so tightly wound, it cannot be good for you. You know what would do you some good?”

“I suspect you are about to tell me.”

“If you went out some time, found a girl, and did naughty things with her that did not involve trousers,” the mage continues as if he hasn’t heard him. “If you are in the market, I know of at least one who is definitely interested.”

The way his eyes slide toward where Sakura is sleeping, albeit fitfully, leaves no question to whom he is referring.

“Len’alas lath’din,” Sasuke grumbles, turning away in contempt.

“Now, now, that is not very polite,” the mage says, more amused than offended. And it should not surprise Sasuke that the older man knows Elvish, especially given his remarks earlier about blood writing. No doubt he has read about it in his studies, locked away in one of those shemlen towers.

He honestly has no intention of replying, but Kakashi continues to look more amused than he should. It reminds Sasuke a little of the teasing his cousin Shisui used to subject him to, and now, as then, his pride does not allow him to let it go.

“What makes you think I have not already?” he hedges.

Kakashi chuckles. “I can smell purity a mile away. It is a talent.”

“That proves to be useful, I am sure.”

“Not that often, as it turns out. It would be much better if I could sense Templars. It might make them easier to avoid.”

Sasuke snorts. “You have my deepest condolences.”

“Heh. Likewise.” Kakashi puts away his well-worn, orange-covered book. “And so does she.”

The comment has Sasuke puzzling over it longer than he will admit.

When he gets it, he wonders if it is too late to hit the older man.

Translations:

Halla – type of horned stag, used by the Dalish to pull their landships

Vallaslin – intricate facial tattoos worn by adult clan members of the Dalish elf tribes

Arl – feudal title; rules over an arling

Lyrium – valuable mineral/material whose consumption can strengthen a mage and boost their mana

Len’alas lath’din - dirty child no one loves; Dalish insult

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[milkshake-fairy]

Bite Me

SNS Summer Week Day 1 ( Teeth) 

Author: https://milkshake-fairy.tumblr.com/  (Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11237097 )

Paring: Sasuke x Naruto

Rating: Explicit 

The first time it happens, they’re in the midst of a heated tickle fight, Naruto pinned under Sasuke as the former thrashes around trying to free himself from his boyfriend’s merciless fingers.

In an attempt to escape, Naruto jerks forward and bites into an offending arm that Sasuke is using to hold him down as his other arm roams across Naruto’s stomach and thighs, wiggling fingers looking for the most sensitive spots to attack.

It isn’t a particularly hard bite, doesn’t really hurt, but it catches Sasuke off guard, allowing Naruto the time he needs to roll off the bed and assume a defensive stance a few feet away.  

“Hah! Bastard!” Naruto’s waiting for Sasuke to leap up and come after him, but his boyfriend is still sitting on the bed, staring at his own arm.

It wasn’t pain that caught Sasuke off guard, nor was he particularly surprised at being bitten, but what was entirely unexpected was the wave of arousal that rolled through his body. Watching Naruto’s bright white teeth sinking into Sasuke’s own fair skin, feeling the pressure on his flesh as it’s being indented, pointy canines pressing in harder than the rest of the teeth, slightly painful but fully arousing.

He stares at the reddening marks on his arm now, the light indentations by the teeth quickly disappearing. He runs his fingers softly over them, wishing the marks would stay.

Wait what the hell.  

Suddenly Naruto’s sitting in front of him, holding Sasuke’s arm and observing the bite mark he’s made.

“What’s wrong. Does it hurt?”

Sasuke doesn’t know what’s wrong. Too embarrassed and confused by his own thoughts, he jerks his arm away.

“You bit me, idiot.” He can feel his face and neck burning. You bit me and it turned me on. He’s only been dating Naruto for a month now, still getting used to their relationship, the transition from just best friends to best friends as well as boyfriends. Though, in all honestly, he’s probably always loved the blond more than platonically.

“You started it!”

“Yeah? I’m gonna end it now too.” He lunges towards Naruto, ready to effectively tickle the life out of the other boy but misses as Naruto shoots up and bolts out of the room, laughing hysterically.

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The second time it happens Naruto is sleeping beside Sasuke, thoroughly exhausted from their latest Jounin mission. The sun had set quite some time ago and Sasuke, having recently awoken from his own slumber, ponders waking up Naruto to eat dinner.

He reaches out to brush Naruto’s golden bangs away from his forehead before moving down to graze his thumb lightly across the blond’s lower lip. Naruto sleeps with his lips slightly parted, thus more than occasionally drooling on his pillow or Sasuke’s pillow or Sasuke’s shoulder.  

Hesitantly, Sasuke pushes Naruto’s upper lip up, observing his boyfriend’s teeth before running his thump across them and pressing the pad of his thumb against a canine. Naruto shifts and closes his mouth slightly, subconsciously holding his boyfriend’s finger in a loose bite.

Sasuke can feel his heart beat quickening as he presses his thumb harder against Naruto’s tooth, neck prickling with heat.

“Bite me,” he whispers, leaning closer to Naruto. He’s remotely aware of how shallow his own breathing is and the arousal slowly pooling at his groin.

“Bite me, Naruto,” He says, louder this time and almost instantly Naruto’s teeth sink into the flesh on Sasuke’s finger. Hard. It’s painful this time but the pain is overwhelmed by pleasure, and Sasuke hears himself moan.

He’s hard, straining uncomfortably against his pants.

Suddenly Naruto’s tongue swipes over his thumb as the blond blinks open his sleepy eyes.

Quickly withdrawing his hand and sitting up, Sasuke throws a pillow over his lap.

“What were you doing” Naruto mumbles, stretching out his limbs and rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes.  

“Trying to wake you up, usuratonkachi. Get the hell up. I’m starving.” He can hear his own heart pounding in his ears, cheeks flaming.

Keeping his back to Naruto, Sasuke gets up from the bed and speeds towards the bathroom, the tent in his pants very visible.

“You better be up by the time I come back,” he yells over his shoulder before shutting the bathroom door.

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The third time it happens Naruto is straddling his boyfriend, sitting on Sasuke’s lap as they’re kissing, lounging on the couch in Naruto’s house.

Sasuke grips Naruto’s waist as he feels Naruto’s lips and tongue move against his own, hips grinding down on him, soft moans from the blond filling the air. Every time his lips catch on Naruto’s teeth a burst of even stronger arousal shoots though him. It’s ecstasy. He could spend hours kissing Naruto, days even.

He rolls his hips upwards roughly against Naruto’s groin, causing the blond to tighten his grip on Sasuke’s hair and bite down on his boyfriend’s lip.

The wave of heat and pleasure that slams though Sasuke is enough to push him off the the edge, and he jerks his head back as his orgasm leaves him breathless.

“Shit, shit, sorry!”

Dazed and fatigued, Sasuke looks up at Naruto

“What?”

“I bit you. Pretty hard too. You’re bleeding.”

Gently running his thumb across Sasuke’s bleeding lower lip and frowning, Naruto leans down to kiss his chin.

“I didn’t mean to bite that hard, sorr—”

He cuts himself off suddenly, looking down. Sasuke can feel his own ears burning.

“uh...did you come already?”

He doesn’t wait for Sasuke to reply, the furious blush on his boyfriend’s face a clear answer.

“Damn I must be pretty amazing if I can get you off just by making out with you!” Naruto bursts out laughing before getting shoved off Sasuke’s lap and falling onto the floor.

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The fourth time it happens Naruto is under Sasuke, drenched in sweat, caramel skin red and heated, moaning out his boyfriend’s name in an increasingly louder voice.

Sasuke leans forward to kiss Naruto’s forehead, burying his nose in the boy’s damp locks.

“What? Tell me what you want,” Sasuke mumbles into his boyfriend’s hair, rolling his hips slowly into Naruto before slamming against him, as the blond cries out Sasuke name again.

“Faster! Faster, faster, please, plea—”

He’s cut off as Sasuke kisses him, hips picking up its pace, driving them both towards orgasm.

He lifts his head and rests his forehead against Naruto’s, thrusting into him over and over as the blond reaches his climax. As his orgasm hits him, Naruto jerks forward and bites down on Sasuke’s shoulder, teeth sinking down hard, moaning loudly around the flesh.

Sasuke’s orgasm shakes though him instantly, hips jerking quickly as he buries his face into Naruto’s neck.

Afterwards, they’re both lying, limbs tangled together, drained and trying to catch their breathes, Sasuke’s arm resting heavily around Naruto, holding him close.

“Hey,” Naruto murmurs, fighting the wave of sleep descending quickly upon him.

“Hm?”

“I think—I mean—I’m pretty sure you have a thing for my teeth.”

[asksythe]

Would you consider writing a Itachi/kagome FanFiction? Or one were Kagome is born and lives in Kohona? It'd be cool to see how her character would change! Ah and I really recommend "Something Blue" by cherrynekochan its a beautiful ita/kag if you'd like to see a variation of their dynamic or just a adorable read. Thanks !

Maybe? I’m not sure to be honest. In terms of characters, I don’t feel particularly drawn towards Itachi. Is he a complex character with lots of room to play with? Yes. But do I feel drawn to him and excited about possibly building his character?

…. 

…. huh…. 

…. I think my one issue with Itachi is that his character is pretty much railroaded by the Japanese sense of fatalism. From the moment he came to comprehend the world he lived in in a philosophical scale, Itachi had already committed himself to defeat and failure. In the manga, this sense of fatalism is very much understated and subtle. But if you read his book or watch the Itachi gaiden part of the anime, it’s just… in your face. It’s a slap to the face. That part where Itachi thought ‘like is born, life suffers, life is dead…’… that is the quintessential self-defeating thought process of fatalism school of thought. Even with my meta knowledge on the Japanese tendency for fatalism due to their abnormally high rate of natural disasters (earthquake) breeding a mentality of ‘it’s inevitable for something to come along to screw you over so it’s better not to bother to begin with’… it’s still hard to stomach. 

Every time I read Itachi’s part, I just want to scream ‘grow a pair of fucking balls, weasel boy! You want to talk about being born in crapsack world to a crapsack society? You don’t have a fucking clue! The Naruto verse is bad, true. But its horrors are a drop in the bucket compared to what our real world has witnessed… in the last century alone. You ain’t never seen your country bombed to shit by some other country with a misguided sense of justice and self righteousness, or watched your fellow children be poisoned from birth by weapons of war, or seen your motherland be ran roughshod over by a bunch of dicks for brains dictators in communist shirts, and be completely helpless and powerless through it all, forced to grin and bear it and keep on living until one day when you or your children can actually do something’. 

… I’m sorry… my feelings regarding Itachi borders on being uncomfortably personal. I dislike that sense of fatalism, that subtle arrogance of thinking that nothing and no one will be able to change the world except for the thinker themselves (even if he is the first one to throw in the towel and admit defeat by helping gank his entire clan out of some misguided belief that this is the best way, that this is the only way. It’s so frustrating, so short sighted, so stupidly naive that at times, I want to punch Itachi in the face in the hope that it shocks some actual critical thoughts into that dense head of his. So much for the genius of his generation. He can’t even think outside of the ninja box of solutions at all. Count on trained killers to always resort to murder to solve their problems. Naruto geniuses are over rated. They are only genius when perceived by the flawed mentality of their universe. Put them in our real world and most of them can’t tell their knuckles from their asses. That’s my personal feelings about them. Count them geniuses and I’ll tell you. Itachi - fucking moron with a failed messiah complex. Madara - retarded and uneducated and so unaware of his own self it’s amazing he crawled out of his mom’s snooch at all, Neji - my god, son, talk about being completely unable to think critically at all. Sasuke - hahahahaha, this boy was dropped on his head when he was a baby. Tobirama - completely unable to think objectively through his bias at all, and also possibly unaware of the hole in his own reasoning. Out of them all, only Shikamaru has some hope to him but it’s barely even worth considering)    

Compared to the geniuses of our world, the actual thinkers, actual philosophers, actual designers of our society, our champions and our brightest… these guys are dim candles in the wind. Certainly for a teenage audience who haven’t had much real world experience, they are impressive… but to an adult who frequents intellectual circles in multiple countries and cultures….. ha ha ha… it’s sad… yeah… 

I’m sorry… I don’t mean to just… rant at you and bash these characters. To be fair, they are great in their own way, especially for the genre and the medium. They are heads and shoulders above characters from series of the same categories. They are geniuses in their own way… just… not in our world, and probably not by our rules. It’s not really their fault. 

It’s just that… when I think about them… just my personal feelings and nothing else… it becomes a completely different ball game altogether. You have read my stuff. You have an idea of the level of critical thinking I operate on. The result is that I tend to be quite a bit more critical on characters compared to the fandom average. If I don’t feel excited about a particular characters, it’s hard to devote so much time and effort into working with them, building them, taking them apart, so on and so forth. 

It’s kinda a case like that for Itachi. Certainly I can do it, but if I write Itachi, it’s probably going to be a deconstruction piece. I will take him apart. I will destroy him on some level. And then I will rebuild him again. It’s not going to be a pleasant process for Itachi, especially considering the heavy themes that he clothes himself in.

Blood, family, betrayal, loyalty, the greater good. Especially the greater good. What is the greater good? The greater good for who and how much greater are we talking about here? Where does the greater good end and a self-serving upper echelon merely using its name to further itself begin?

… I don’t know, man. In some way, I want to write Itachi, if only to punch a hole in that flawed mentality of his. Hah… greater good. If your measure of the greater good is only on the level of a single village, your village, then your understanding of greater good is woefully inadequate. But… on the whole… I just feel… I don’t know… daunted I guess. it’s going to be a lot of work for this character. Not even sure I have the time for him .. And it’s also hard to summon enthusiasm when I myself don’t feel excited about this character to begin with. 

… As for Kagome, it’s a joy to write her… but I have written 2 big stories about her and her character arc. Unless I think up a completely different and unique character interpretation for Kagome, I’m unlikely to want to work with her again…. especially in the same universe setting. I just don’t like rehashing stuff. It’s boring. And for a Kagome born in Naruto-verse, unless it’s reincarnation style where she starts remembering things, then it’s going to be a Kagome in name only… and that’s… a completely different can of worms. 

And thanks for the rec. I actually haven’t read fanfic in… a long time now. And I actually have a pretty long list of books I need to read. But yeah, when I have the time and a hankering for ItaKag, I will check that out.   

[evanescentdaydream]

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