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vannahfanfics · 2 years ago

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Hello it’s Sel. I would like to get Naruto ultimate match up:)

So I’m 18 years old, short, sporty girl with black hair and Asian features. I have and love tattoos and obsessed with gym and sports. I never wear skirts and dresses, my style is a 24/7 sportswear.

I’m extremely introverted and I’m a very bad commutator, I never start the conversation first, it’s really hard to become my friend. People always assume that I’m mean or arrogant by the way I look (because of my 24/7 resting b*tch face😅) but my close ones know that I’m a very funny and kind person. My personality type is ISTP.

So my positive character traits are only for those ones who I trust and like. I’m a very adventurous and spontaneous person. I really love risky and dangerous situations. I’m literally not scared of anything, the only thing I’m scared of is uncertainty about the future .I’m very loyal, I’m ready to do anything for my close ones and I expect them to be as selfless for me it’s really important . I really enjoy traveling, one of my dreams is to live in 5 different countries. I already moved from my home country to Europe. I like learning about different countries and cultures, that’s why I really like history, I love reading about the old events, legends and myths. Really enjoy watching documentaries about criminals. I want to be a sport manager, but if I never liked sports I would’ve been a police officer or detective. In Naruto world I would definitely be a Kunoichi it’s a perfect work for me😍 I’m completely not a lovey-dovey person, and I never express my love with words, it’s pointless and childish for me. I can be totally cold with my closest people with expressing emotions and feelings , but they know that I love and care because I show it with my acts. The only soft spot that I have is animals😩 I feel like a little kid with them, I have a dog and I literally treat him like he’s my baby(because he is🥺) And I hate with passion people who don’t care about animals. I used to be a horse rider until I broke my leg, but I still adore horses and one day I’ll come back. Maybe I’m a cold person but I need an opposite, maybe it’s a little bit selfish but I hate when people are cold with me. I don’t like intrusive people, but someone who’s more communicative and easier than me. I’m a very confident person, but I always expect more from myself and other people. Also I don't like being lazy and wasting time, I'm always worrying that I'm wasting my free time for nothing

So now about my negative traits😅 I’m too straightforward, I don’t think that it’s a bad trait but sometimes the truth turns out too rude. I often offend people without noticing it, but not intentionally, I know that if not me no one’s going to tell them the truth. I’m very short-tempered, I think that’s my main problem. I have anger issues, that’s why I was a trouble child in school and always was arguing and fighting with everyone😂 Now I’m more mature and calm but I’m still getting easily annoyed. I have a crazy mood swings, maybe I’m often unbothered and cold but sometimes i can be really loud. But anyways I can’t stand too childish, silly and immature people, I had friends like this and I always felt like I’m their mom. But good sense of humor is important to me. Sometimes I hide my emotions and how I feel because I don’t want to look weak, it’s a very bad habit. But I’m always here for people when they need to talk about their problems, people say that I could’ve been a good psychologist. I have very good intuition but sometimes I’m too judgmental and pessimistic

Sport is number one thing in my life. I love football, I play and watch it, I love boxing and can spend hours in the gym. I run in the mornings and trying to have healthy lifestyle. For me, my men, it’s extremely important him to be as sporty and active as me, one of my dreams is to exercise and train with my partner. I want him to be attractive, tall and have a good body. What I’m looking for in a guy: being very smart and mature, should accept me with my coldness and straightforwardness, being fun and spontaneous, more easygoing and communicative than me. He should be really understanding and know how to calm me down. I can be too picky 😂 He should be interesting and always ready for adventures:) In my life work and career will always be a number one thing, I don’t dream about marriage or something but I would love to have someone who will share my interest, who will teach me new things in life. So I think that’s it :) Thank you in advance🫶🏻

So sorry for the delay in getting this to you, but at last, here is your match-up! I've been dealing with some gnarly writer's block off and on for the last few months, amidst the endless struggle of medical school, but I seem to be getting my groove back and was thus finally able to make some time (and brainpower LOL) to write this up for you. Thanks again for commissioning, and also for being so patient! So, let's dive right in, shall we?

I match you with...

Kiba Inuzuka from Naruto!

This one wasn't a hard one for me, LOL; it wasn't long into your vignette before I was just like "Oh, this is Kiba all the way!" I've got lots of reasons why I think he's the best fit for you, so without further ado, let's get to the analysis!:

First and foremost, you're the kind of girl that'll catch Kiba's attention! He loves sporty girls; their personalities and interests tend to match well with his, making for a good basis to build a relationship. Plus, he thinks sportswear is so sexy. He's happy to see you all dolled up, of course, but he thinks you're just as striking in sportswear and lowkey prefers it. What can I say? The man knows what he likes LOL!

Your introversion and R.B.F. might put off other suitors, but not Kiba. If anything, he respects a girl with a 'tude, so he's not afraid of approaching a girl who looks like she might rip him to pieces just for trying to start a conversation! He knows that a lot of times these brusque personas conceal a much kinder, softer person, so he doesn't take first impressions at face value. He's more than happy to take the time to get to know the real you—and, as I mentioned before, the two of you have tons in common!

Just like you, Kiba is adventurous and spontaneous; really, can you look at this guy and not instantly think "thrill-seeker"? He thinks your aspiration to live in so many different places and immerse yourself in different places is dope as hell. He's not stricken with wanderlust to your extent, but he's always keen to try or experience new things, so he's totally down for the ride. Admittedly, he's always found history and such pretty boring; but with you, it would be different. The zeal with which you seek and share various histories, myths, and legends is enough to spark his own interest, at least enough to happily let you gush about the things you learned with him and, as your relationship deepens, go out of his way to find things that you might find interesting. If it's something that puts a smile on your face, it could never be boring to Kiba! You're a little more up his alley with your interest in criminal justice, though. The man loves true crime; he could sit around watching television dramatizations and true crime shows for days. It just intrigues him, the way the perpetrators and investigators both think, and the shit they can do with science to solve seemingly unsolvable cases? Awesome!

Kiba is also fiercely loyal and selfless when it comes to those he cares about. It is also a quality he values highly in his significant other—just another reason that you two mesh so well. It's his loyalty that helps him deal with your apparent aloofness. One way in which Kiba differs from you is his readiness to express his feelings and affections; he's like a big puppy, desperate to be close as often as possible and always very open with how he feels. His primary love language is physical touch, so expect tons of cuddles and P.D.A. (to your comfort level, of course; he'd never overstep your boundaries!). Words of affirmation are his secondary love language, so it does admittedly baffle him at first when he finds that you aren't as open with your affections and, as you put it, even cold. The good thing is that Kiba is actually one to readily communicate with his partner, despite his outward gruffness, and he wouldn't sit on his unease for long before bringing it to your attention. Unfortunately, he's not the best when it comes to reading people, so he wouldn't be able to just pick up on the fact that you communicate more through your actions; he'd need you to tell him outright. Once you do, though, all is good! He's quick on the uptake and will soon be able to read the thought and care behind your actions with ease. :)

Kiba even shares some of your "negative" traits, such as being too straightforward. The man does not have a filter; he says what comes to his mind, and this can often come off as rude to other people. A lot of times, Kiba's trying to be rude because he doesn't take bullshit well XD Kiba also has his fair share of anger issues; he was a straight-up hellion of a kid, getting into fights and rebelling against authority. Like you, he's also chilled out as he's aged and matured, but not completely. You two would inevitably butt heads, passionate and hot-headed as the two of you can be. Don't sweat that, though! Kiba's always the first one to apologize. If he feels things are getting too heated, he's quick to step away before things spiral out of control; as soon as his head clears, he regrets fighting with you immediately and will slink back with his tail between his legs to beg your forgiveness, whether he was in the wrong or not. He always comes back with a gift of some sort—flowers, chocolates, something you like—but not to make his apology seem more genuine. He just wants to express his regret in every way possible and show you how much you mean to him!

Sportswear isn't the only reason that Kiba loves sporty girls, LOL. Kiba's a sporty guy, and he wants a gal that can keep up with him! He's into all manners of sports, but getting roughed up and dirty playing rugby or some other intense contact sport is his bread and butter. As one can imagine, he lives a very healthy lifestyle as well, one that includes many hours in the gym. You've definitely found a gym buddy in him! Whatever kind of exercise you like to partake in, whether that's running or weights or kickboxing, Kiba's down for it! He's just happy to spend time with you. :)

Finally, it goes without saying that Kiba loves animals, especially dogs. Literally, he won't date anyone who doesn't like dogs and animals in general; it's a huge part of his life, and he ain't givin' Akamaru up for nobody. You think your dog is a baby now? Wait until Kiba comes around. Your pooch is gonna end up rotten, just like Akamaru is!

I wanna circle back to the only point of real contention that would exist in your relationship: the fact that the two of you can get a little testy. Kiba's not exactly the most easygoing guy, but he is more communicative than appearance and personality would suggest, which is why I stand by matching him with you. I just wanted to delve deeper into that and illustrate through a scenario how good of a communicator Kiba is despite the occasional hiccup:

The two of you will spat. It's inevitable, given your personalities, and what couple is sunshine and rainbows 100% of the time? However, despite his combativeness, Kiba doesn't argue for the sake of arguing, especially not with his significant other. If he argues, it's because it's something he is very staunch about. However, Kiba will really dig in his heels and, after a point, refuse to see logic or reason.

As I previously mentioned, however, Kiba will never let a fight get too intense. He can recognize when things are heating up to a dangerous and unproductive degree, and when it hits that threshold, he just walks away. The last thing he wants is for him to say something that will seriously hurt you just because he's angry, or, heavens forbid, actually hurt you because he's just so riled up. So, regardless of if you're egging it on or not, he'll tell you that he's leaving to go clear his head, and then go do just that.

Kiba takes drives to come down from his anger, and he doesn't sit there stewing and trying to justify himself; he just mindlessly wanders, refusing to entertain any thoughts about your argument until he's of sound mind again—and then the regret hits him like a freight train. Of course it does. He doesn't enjoy arguing with you because he knows it hurts you, and he hates being the source of any pain for you. Justifying his stance in the fight is still the furthest thing for his mind, but now it's because he's desperate to make amends and show you that you're far more important to him then whatever silly debate the two of you were having.

It could be the middle of the day or the middle of the night; it doesn't matter. Kiba's gonna find something that he can buy that you like to show you that he cares. The man'll pick wildflowers off the roadside if he has to. He'll make sure to give you plenty of time to cool off yourself, and he'll always check to make sure that you're okay with him turning up at your door before doing so. If you're not ready, he'll wait until you are; pushing you doesn't exactly show that he cares, and he knows that despite how desperate he is to apologize. If there's a certain way that he knows to help you calm down without inciting your frustration again, he'll definitely do so.

Speaking of apologizing, as soon as you're face-to-face, that's what he's doing. You won't even be able to get a word out before apologies are tumbling from his mouth like a waterfall, and they're completely genuine. He doesn't want to manipulate you or make himself look good; he's genuinely sorry that he let things progress to that point and that he hurt you by arguing with you. Whether you forgive him or not, he just wants you to know that! He knows how important communication is to you, and he dropped the ball this time. He'll do better—and he honestly does! The further your relationship progresses, the more he learns about the way you think, and the better he gets at broaching topics that can cause tension. It takes him time, but he does his best to communicate in the way you need him to.

He's so earnest to make things right that he honestly forgets why you got in a spat in the first place. He won't even let the matter be brought up again until the both of you are completely good. Again, you're far more important to him than anything else could be!

Finally, here's the drabble that is included as part of the Tier III match-up! Given how sports are a big thing for both of you, I decided to do something related to that. Here's the two of you playing some good old-fashioned rough-and-tough backyard American football!:

"Are you sure that you want to do tackle instead of two-hand touch? I know your girl is tough, Kiba, but she's still the only girl here."

"Can it, Naruto," Kiba scoffs at the perturbed blond, and you're caught between feeling bad for the guy for simply trying to be considerate and feeling a surge of pride at your boyfriend's unwavering confidence in you. Kiba throws one arm around your shoulders while the other holds up his hand for him to flip Naruto off. "My girl will be tackling your pathetic asses to the ground, not the other way around. Bet."

"Okay, okay, jeez! You don't gotta be such an ass about it," Naruto grumbles, half-heartedly returning Kiba's vulgar gesture before stooping over to scoop the scuffed, well-worn football up from the grassy ground.

"I'm actually on Naruto's team, remember?" you giggle as Kiba presses a kiss and a self-satisfied sneer into your temple. "So I'll be tackling your pathetic ass to the ground."

"Ohoho?" he laughs as he pulls back to cock a brow at your blatant challenge. "You won't even be able to tackle my dust, babe." When Naruto calls for you to get in position, he gives you a gentle push—one hard enough to get you moving, but gentle enough not to be a forceful shove. You stick your tongue out at him over your shoulder as you walk to where Naruto squats in front of Lee, preparing to hike the ball. Shikamaru lounges on the left flank, looking like he would literally rather be anywhere else; he probably does, but Naruto never fails to entice him into participating in their weekly football match with the promise of free ramen. As you stroll toward the right side, you are keenly aware of Kiba watching your every move. You're wearing the purple-and-black spandex joggers, matching racerback tee, and black sports bra that never fails to leave his eyes glued to you—and you may have done so deliberately, knowing that you'd be playing on the opposite team as him today. He's so engrossed in you and the sexy sportswear that hugs your body that he doesn't register Naruto calling out the play until the last second, just in time for the blond to hike the ball to Lee and then take off at blinding speed for the endzone.

Meanwhile, you race to your agreed-upon position on the right side of the field, ready to receive the ball if Lee can't get a direct shot at Naruto. Sure enough, Choji comes barreling toward Lee with full intent of bringing him down where he stands, and the ravenet begins frantically searching for someone to lob the ball at before he's brought down by two hundred pounds of raw power.

"Lee! Over here!" you shout and wave your arms above your head.

Lee wastes no time in responding to you, throwing the ball in your direction in the split second before Choji tackles him to the ground. You lithely trot backward as you track the ball's arc, following it until it drops right into your waiting hands—no, Kiba's!

"Later, babes." Kiba steals a kiss on your cheek before darting toward the opposite side of the field, leaving you in a stunned stupor. You quickly recover from his sneaky interception, shaking your head vigorously to get it back in the game before charging after him with a yowl. There's no way that you can live down such an insult, and the desperation of avoiding his grandstanding pours energy into your body; you catch up to him five yards outside of the endzone and all but fling yourself at him with a desperate cry.

Kiba yelps in alarm when you slam into his back and wrap both your arms around his middle to drag him kicking and flailing to the ground. In his wrestle to escape your grip, the ball slips from his arms and tumbles to the ground. Howls of "Fummmmmmblllllleee!" fill the air, followed by hoots of laughter and wolf whistles. Hardly surprising, considering that you somehow ended up straddling Kiba in your chaotic grappling.

"Hey," you puff as you sit atop him, chest heaving with ragged breaths and one hand splayed across his own, which was doing the same. The other raked through your hair to pull it out of your flushed, sweat-sheened face.

"Hey," he huffs back with a blank expression. It quickly twists into a sneer, and he winds his arms loosely around your waist. "That was a hell of a tackle."

"I told you that I'd put your pathetic ass on the ground," you tease with a wheezy laugh, admittedly still a bit breathless from your feverish sprint.

Kiba just hums, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the skin revealed from where your tank top was bunched above your hip bone. After a second, though, he tips his head back and shouts down the field, "And you losers wanted to play two-hand touch!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," comes Shikamaru's unimpressed drawl. "Are you gonna get up, or did she take you outta commission with that tackle?"

"I ain't outta commission," Kiba gripes back, then looks up at you with gleaming eyes. "I'm just enjoyin' the view~"

You roll your eyes at his flirty remark, but a smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. Just like your heartstrings do when Kiba nods his chin at you in a clear request for a kiss—and, naturally, you indulge him. You hold your hair out of your face as you lean down over him to press your mouth to his own in a sweet but lingering kiss. Not lingering enough, you note with a giggle when you retreat to find Kiba pouting up at you, clearly displeased at only getting one smooch—and a short one, by his standards.

"If you want more, you'll have to catch me~" you chime as you climb off of him and to your feet. As you brush blades of grass from your clothes, Kiba rolls over and hops to his feet; you brush a few grass bits from his tee shirt with a pretty smile, then whirl on your heel to begin flouncing back to your teammates. You don't make it far before Kiba is rushing up behind you to envelop you in a hug, and you squeal as he lifts you off the ground and whirls you around.

"Caught you," he grins before peppering your face and hair with kisses. You giggle and shriek as you wiggle in his hold.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Oh, well, too bad. That's how I took it," comes his rumbling reply, and it is followed by another attack of kisses. Unfortunately for the rest of the boys, the game of football is put on hold as Kiba devotes himself to showering you with affection. Oh, well... Kiba was going to lose to you anyway!

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elfdragon12 · 2 years ago

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We can 100% have this conversation.

This was especially obvious in fandom of the 00s where female characters were not only shunned but actively villainized, especially if there was a popular mlm ship she "got in the way" of. Keiko Yukimura of Yu Yu Hakusho is one particular example I saw back then. She was in no way some mean harpy who just slapped Yusuke for kicks or just to be a tsundere, but upstanding and fair, only really slapping him in the manga when he did something gross to her like lifting her skirt to look at her underwear.

To be fair, we can't deny that having more than a couple of recurring female characters in male led stories is a more recent development and having actual effort put into their writing. For example, in the Transformers franchise, Cyberverse (2018) and Earthspark (2022) are two of the first kids TF shows to feature more than one or two recurring female characters. Transformers Animated (2007) technically had 3, but one was in a coma for most of the show and another one popped up occasionally with a scheme that she always needed to be saved from (which was a major downgrade for these characters from previous shows). Tara Strong voiced all but, like, two. The character Arcee is really the only female character that features in more than a couple of shows despite the fact that there are other great female characters from the original cartoon. The only female character to play as in Street Fighter II was Chun Li.

Beyond that, it's hard to deny that the audience can be punished for liking them. Just see... Any female character from Naruto, particularly Sakura Haruno. Also, heaven forbid you're a female character in a Transformers comic written by Simon Furman who, judging from what he writes, seems to actively hate women. And Hasbro keeps hiring him for projects!

However, fandom can do much better than what they have been doing.

i dont really know how to articulate this but its crazy just how many people dont even realize they dont care about female characters. all their faves are men. they never talk about girls without being led into it. and when you try to point this out to them they try to defend themselves that their faves are just the archetypes they like, despite clearly not caring when that same archetype is a woman. like i feel like at a certain point it is your problem with the common denominator if you cant find a single female character to enjoy

#Fandom

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magsstore2 · 10 months ago

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Baila Magazine

Unveiling BAILA: A Guide to Modern Japanese Fashion and Lifestyle

BAILA, meaning "dance" in Spanish, is a vibrant Japanese fashion magazine targeting working women in their 30s and 40s. Published by Shueisha, the same company behind iconic manga titles like Naruto and One Piece, BAILA goes beyond just trendy clothes. It's a one-stop shop for the modern Japanese woman, offering a curated blend of fashion, beauty, career, and lifestyle advice.

Launched in 2003, BAILA quickly established itself as a trusted source for stylish yet sophisticated looks. The magazine champions a concept it calls "adult cute" – a balance between youthful energy and mature elegance. Think flowy skirts paired with crisp blazers or playful prints grounded by classic accessories. BAILA's editorial team understands the demands of a busy professional life, and their focus is on creating outfits that are both fashionable and practical.

Beyond the Runway: A Holistic Approach to Modern Living

While fashion takes center stage, BAILA offers a well-rounded perspective on modern living. Here's a glimpse into what you'll find within its pages:

Beauty: BAILA's beauty section caters to a variety of needs and preferences. From in-depth skincare routines to the latest makeup trends, it equips readers with the knowledge and tools to achieve a polished look. The magazine also features interviews with celebrities and beauty experts, offering valuable insights and recommendations.

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sasu-loves-naru · 3 years ago

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What is your favourite SasuNaru/NaruSasu fanfic or headcanon?

i have so many different headcanons that i love, i really can't choose an absolute favorite but this is definitely one that i like a LOT, featured in this lovely artwork,: that naruto does silly things with his feet when they kiss, standing on his tippy toes, twirling his feet etc (yes i know they're almost the same height but it's sappy and extra and 100% something naruto would do ok)

as for my favorite fic, once again i can't choose 😅 but here are a couple of the ones i like the most:

The Worst Shift by KizuKatana and CapturedByNoodles. A decorated officer of the court with a police record as immaculate as his badge, Naruto Uzumaki was certain he could take on anything. Even if that meant wearing a skirt, procuring a street corner, and going undercover as a prostitute... with his old high school rival as his first client.

Armistice by surveycorpsjean. Sasuke is still here. Or maybe; love hasn't passed them yet.

Conman's Lure by ashmes. Japan, 1923 Uzumaki Naruto is given to work at the Uchiha compound in an elaborate plan to steal the wealth. The plan becomes muddied when he meets Uchiha Sasuke.

#sasunaru #sns

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years ago

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Warm It Up, Darling || {NSFW} Naruto x Reader

Kinktober - Day 3 (Cockwarming)

Warnings: smut, teasing, 18+ content, cockwarming, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 916

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There was one thing that Naruto liked to have in his relationship and that was control. So when he got into the mood there was nothing that would change his mind of where he stood on it. Naruto watched your figure as you stood at the sink. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over right now and have his way with you.

It had been so long since the two of you had had a chance to be intimate with each other. The kids had been a reason that you had never gotten the alone time that you had wanted. But they were away for the weekend and Naruto had nothing but a weekend in bed planned for you. He had already told Shikamaru not to call him into the office and to hold down the fort until Monday came around.

When you felt the knuckle-headed ninja make his way into the kitchen you had been surprised to feel his arms wrap around you. You had wanted to get all the housework done that you weren’t able to while he was at work and the kids were at play, but the tone on his voice told you that he had other plans.

“We’re finally alone…” He smirked and placed a small kiss to your cheek as he squeezed you against him, pushing your ass toward his body. “We can finally have the night we’ve been waiting for.”

You slowly turned around and wrapped your arm around his neck, hanging off of him. “Naruto,” A small smile spread across your soft features as he watched you with patient eyes. “I have things around the house that I need to get done, and you promised me that we’d watch a movie together tonight.”

Naruto placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up. “We can watch a movie and fool around at the same time darling.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I just wanna lay there with you. Why do we have to have sex? We can do that anytime.”

Naruto placed his hand on your lower back and pulled you toward him, the idea that ran through his head overpowering all his thoughts. “I know how we can watch a movie and have a little fun at the same time darling. I promise that it won’t distract you from the movie.”

You placed a hand on his cheek and narrowed your eyes. “We’ll see if it works Naruto. Start the movie. I’ll be in in a minute.”

Naruto walked away and you turned back to the sink, finishing the small number of dishes that were there.

As you entered the living room the last thing that you had expected to see was Naruto sitting on the couch with his pants off. You had never seen the Uzumaki so desperate for your body. There was a tent in his boxers as he held a hand up and motioned a finger for you to come over. His hands grasped your waist and spun you around, pushing the bottom of your skirt up and exposing your panties underneath. His hand ran over your folds, a small moan escaping you as your knees grew weak, threatening to give out underneath you. His raspy voice filled the room as he tugged on your hips. “Sit down. Warm it up, darling.” He pulled his boxers down and his erection came free of the fabric prison. “Take a seat babe.”

You slowly sat down as he positioned himself at your entrance, his girth filled you, the pleasure of his cock filling your veins. You slowly bounced your hips on him, leaned back into him, but he grasped your hips again and stopped you. “But you just wanted to watch a movie. Watch your movie and forget about this whole thing.”

When you couldn’t move around anymore you whined, fighting against Naruto to try and ride him more. “Naruto, please.”

Naruto placed his mouth next to your ear and whispered. “If that’s something that you want to do then maybe I shouldn’t stop you.” He loosened his grip and let you bounce on his lap again. But a second later he stopped you. “But I think I will.”

You were beginning to beg him. “Naruto… please… don’t stop.”

“Keep begging. Maybe I’ll let you ride my cock like you want to so badly.” He smirked and his hand slid around to the front of your waist. His fingers found your clit and rubbed, letting you bounce around on his cock again. He let his head drop behind him and a loud groan escaped him as you bounced around faster, the combination of his finger and his cock about to throw you over the edge. “You like that, don’t you babe.”

His voice was like music to your ears as your orgasm washed over you, shattering the world around you. As your cunt quivered around his cock Naruto couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He unloaded himself inside you and placed his lips to your neck again. “I knew that you’d come around.”

You let your head drop onto his shoulder and laughed at him. “Yea… well I guess I just couldn’t resist what the great Hokage has to offer.”

He moved his hips again, bucking into you. “Of course you couldn’t resist what I have to offer. You’ve never been able to do that darling.” He wore a smirk as you turned to him. “Now let’s spend the weekend without clothes.”

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nagipops · 4 years ago

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A BYAKUGAN NEW YEAR

FEATURING: neji hyuuga!

SUMMARY: in which you and neji attend a new year’s festival, and a familiar messenger arrives with a humorous confession, initiating a wild goose chase…

Walking through the warmly lit streets of the annual New Year’s festival, you inhaled the various scents flowing through the crisp winter air. Savory notes from Ichiraku Ramen, where Naruto and Hinata shared a meal. A floral scent from Ino’s flower shop, where Sai was browsing the various aisles. Lee was on one knee... seemingly proposing to Sakura?

You turned to your side, gazing up at Neji, who was accompanying you on your stroll through the street.

“Don’t you usually hate this kind of stuff?” you asked, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the bustling crowd. “Aren’t there too many people for your taste?”

Neji leaned down to hear you and narrowed his eyes slightly before replying, “I don’t want you to get lost here. It’s dangerous.”

“Neji!” you snorted. “That’s just your fear of people!”

“Tch.” He gestured out to the vast sea of people hustling back and forth around you. “Look at all these people. You never know who could be hiding among them.”

You bit back a grin at how protective your friend was of you. He wasn’t this caring about most people, but you were something special to him. Just as he was to you. “Finee, only because you’re being so sweet. Plus, I like spending time with you,” you teased, poking his cheek, which earned a deep blush from him.

He turned every shade of crimson, coughing softly. “(Y/N),” he warned, lightly elbowing you.

You gave him a cheeky wink before turning back to the busy street, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by people you know and love.

“NEJIIIIIII!” a familiar voice cried out, nearing closer and closer. Rapid footsteps pounded on the asphalt, earning shrieks and cries from the surrounding citizens. A flash of green appeared before your eyes, and a familiar boy in a jumpsuit kneeled on the ground below you, his arms frozen in a perpendicular running pose with his black head of hair bowed down. “Neji.”

“Lee!” Neji cried, his face flushing once again as citygoers stared at him in shock. Whispers and giggles soon ensued as Neji’s eyes grew frantic. “Lee, what are you doing?” he hissed.

A scroll of parchment materialized out of thin air into Lee’s hand, which he offered to Neji with both palms outstretched. “For you, Neji-sama.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Neji stared incredulously at Lee’s ridiculous nickname. He narrowed his lavender eyes at the scroll before turning to you with an inquisitive look. “What is this?”

Shrugging innocently, you ushered him to take the parchment. “Go on, read it! I wanna know too.”

You could practically see the gears turning in Neji’s head as he continued to narrow his eyes at you. After a few moments, he reached for the scroll resting in Lee’s palms.

An idea sparking in your head, you blocked Neji’s hands from the scroll. “Wait!” His pale hands retracted immediately, while Lee remained unfazed, his head still bowed.

You tapped the top of Lee’s head. “Oi, Lee, aren’t you supposed to be a page?”

The messenger’s head trembled as his gaze remained downcast. “Y-yes.”

“Why don’t you read the scroll then?” You tapped his head once again, a little harder this time, before casting a teasing glance over your shoulder at Neji. “Since I’m sure Neji would be too embarrassed to read it aloud himself.”

Neji’s brow furrowed as his face flushed once again. “I would not.”

You turned back to Lee, who was still kneeling one one knee. “Lee!”

The black-haired boy immediately shot up, his palms slapped to his sides in an attention position. “Yes ma’am!” He held the scroll directly in front of him as it unfurled with a whoosh, creating an even greater scene as passerby continued to point and giggle while Neji stared daggers at anyone who lingered for more than a second. “Just get it over with,” he muttered as the bystanders began to go about their day.

“Ahem!” Lee cleared his throat before reciting the scroll. “Sharingan is red, Rasengan is blue, I wish that you would use your Byakugan on me too. Sincerely, (Y/N).”

Neji’s eyes widened in fear as his face turned beet red. You swore you could see smoke coming out of his ears.

Your chest racked from your suppressed titters. “P-pf! N-Neji!” You snorted, failing to contain your laughter as your explosive giggles finally escaped, ringing throughout the streets. “Pfffahaha! Neji!”

Neji’s body started to tremble as his complexion continued to darken. “(Y/N)...” He turned to you with murderous eyes.

“Eep!” You shrunk into yourself, still giggling.

He took a slow step towards you, his chilled gaze fixated on yours. “Uh oh.” You immediately turned on your heel and dashed into the crowd, awkwardly weaving through citizens and friends, having to stop behind slow-moving crowds in between mad dashes.

“Oi! (Y/N)!” A familiar loud voice called out as a furred hood popped up above the crowd at a nearby market stand. Damn Kiba and his stupid noisy voice! “Heyy! Wait, that’s her, right?”

Biting your lip in frustration, you maneuevered through the sea of people until you made your way to the other side. “Kiba!” you hissed. “Be quiet!”

His dark eyes widened at your sour tone, but he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Whoa there, what’s wrong?”

“I’m hiding from Neji. No time to explain, but if he asks, you never saw me.” Your eyes darted around the stand behind Kiba, where various thick furs and coats hung upon racks and hooks. Grabbing the nearest one off of a rack, you threw it across your shoulders and started to dash off again. “Thanks, I’ll pay you back sometime!”

“Hey—!“ But you were already back on your way, weaving through the crowds once again with the furry cloak draped around your head and shoulders, shielding you from being spotted.

As you reached the outer skirts of the festival, you noticed that the crowd had started to thin and frantically searched for a place to hide. Spotting a nearby alleyway that was hidden away from the main street, your gaze flitted back and forth before you darted into the dark and cool retreat.

Placing a hand on your heaving chest and feeling your thumping heart against the wall, you sighed heavily to catch your breath. You carefully peered around the corner, looking for any sign of your pursuer, Ne—

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“AHHHHHHH!!” you shrieked, nearly jumping out of your skin as you dove to the ground.

Turning around to face your attacker, you found—

“Neji?!” The taller boy was staring down at you, arms folded in front of him. “How did you—“ You noticed the veins around his eyes starting to retract into his face.

Byakugan. Touché.

“Hmph,” Neji huffed, glaring down at your body on the ground for a few moments. Then a few moments longer...

Realization dawned on you as you protectively covered your body with your hands. “NEJI!” you cried, driving your foot into his shin. “YOU CREEP!”

“Ow!” Neji barked, hopping on one foot and rubbing his leg to soothe the pain. You rushed to your feet, grabbing his collar and pinning him against the concrete wall. “Let me— go!” he groaned in pain.

“You perv!” you growled, pushing him further up the wall as he struggled against your grip.

Neji’s strained face slipped into a smug grin before he disappeared from your hold. “Wha—“ Your back suddenly hit the wall, and you looked up to see Neji pinning you against it, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Did you really think that would restrain me?”

Your shocked expression dissolved into a teasing grin. “Mmm, no, but this makes up for it. You know I was just joking about that scroll though, right?”

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he held you steadily against the wall. “Of course. My Byakugan was already gone by the time I found you.” He averted his gaze to the side, looking abashed. “I could never look at you like that.”

“Yet here you are, pinning me against a damn wall.” You giggled quietly before reaching for his collar again, softly this time. “Neji...”

He hummed softly, leaning down closer to you. Slowly, holding onto his collar, you pulled him towards you until your noses were nearly touching. You stared into his mesmerizing lavender eyes, loving the way his dark hair fell in front of his face, savoring the closeness of him. “You...”

You pressed your lips to his.

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scuttle-buttle · 4 years ago

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WC: 843

Rated: G

Tags: pregnancy, fluff, domestic life, German (“they are bad”)

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“So I was thinking.”

Niki doesn’t look up from his auto magazine. “Should I be worried?”

“No,” you swat his leg playfully, your head resting on his thighs as you stretch out on the couch. “We need to come up with names.”

He puts his magazine down on the side table next to the couch. Thinking for a moment, he realizes that it was a topic you needed to bring up at some point in the near future. “Yes, I suppose we do.” He rested his hand on your womb and softly stroked the bump.

You had just entered your 5th month of pregnancy and everything was going as anticipated. The morning sickness had abated a few weeks prior and at this point you wore mostly dresses and skirts, if not some of your husband's lounge pants slung low under your growing bump. You both agreed that you didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, rather going the old fashioned way of things.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“For starters, not James. I love my brother but I don't think we need another Jamie running amuck." Niki murmurs his agreement. "I know I want something German or Austrian in there. Maybe a Wolfgang or a Hans, or even Ernst for a boy. Helga or perhaps Ursula for a girl.” Your rambling is anything but amusing to Niki.

“Is this a joke or did you purposefully pick the worst names possible?” he pokes your ribs as he says this. “I grew up around kids with those names; they were all assholes.”

You pout at his accusation. “I would never! They are strong names.”

The look he gives you says bullshit. “I’m not naming my child Wolfgang.”

“Alright, alright,” you chuckle. “Maybe…” you stop mid sentence to bite your lip, “they are pretty horrid aren't they?” You cover your face with your hands to suppress your giggle.

“Sie sind schlecht, liebe,” Niki deadpans.

Sitting up from his lap with some effort, you squint your eyes at him. His arm moves to rest along the back of the couch. “Then you give it a go, hmm?” Your tone is snarky. Let's see if he can do any better.

Niki purses his lips in his signature way as he thinks. Thirty seconds tick by as you wait. Just as you open your mouth to say ‘I told you so’ he speaks.

“Sara.”

Sara. You like it. You like it a lot, especially how his deep Austrian accent gives it a lilt. Niki knows it too because for once you don't have a smartass retort. “And for a boy?” you ask.

He shakes his head at you. Niki makes a living off of risk and chance and gut feelings, and with this he runs with that feeling. “Don’t need one."

You cock your eyebrow at his smug attitude. “And how can you be so sure we won’t have a boy?”

“I’m not,” he shrugs.

“Fine. If we have a girl we will call her Sara. But I’m picking the middle name - you’ll just have to deal,” you smirk.

“If you call her Helga or Olga or something I will leave you.” You let out full-belly laughs at his bluff.

“Oh you wouldn’t dare - you love me too much!” He hums his concession and gives you a sweet kiss.

Thinking for a moment, you blurt “Andrea.”

Niki looks confused for a moment. You never call him by his first name. The only time you had was at your wedding. “It's Andreas, with an S,” he corrects.

"No, no. Andrea - for her middle name, if the baby is a girl that is. A little Andreas junior if they're a boy, or Andrea for a girl."

He pauses as he considers. Niki has never cared much for his given name, it's why he's always gone by a variation of his second name. But he finds the idea intriguing. Like he's giving a piece of himself, aside from the obvious nature of fathering a child. Like a secret shared between two people that connects them for eternity.

Andrea.

At his silence you fear that maybe you've struck a nerve with the suggestion. Maybe he hates it? Maybe it reminds him too much of his own family and their rejection? Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up? Your thoughts run a mile a minute before you break the silence. "Niki..?"

"Sara Andrea," is all he says, his tone rather flat.

"If you don't like it we can think of something else-"

"Sara Andrea Lauda," he says again, a softness in his voice now. This time he faces you; a smile is gracing his features.

He likes it. "Yeah?" Your own smile matches his. "Alright then. If we have a girl she will be Sara Andrea. We do need to talk about boys' names though at some point." You argue lightly, wanting to be prepared if Niki was wrong in his assumption.

With a smirk he picks up his magazine and flips to where he left off, "we will see, liebling."

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bunny-hoodlum · 3 years ago

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Asynchronous With You: Chapter 2

ship: naruhina

rating: teen (maybe mature later)

tags: Modern Day AU, Foster Siblings, Family, Angst, Unrequited Love, Poor Communication

summary: An awkward journey full of self-denial and missed moments between two foster siblings. Perhaps their love will find the right timing someday.

When Naruto and his playdate make it back to his place, there are no shoes in the genkan. He's got the apartment to himself just as promised.

He's starting to get nervous when he takes off his shoes and she bounds across the corridor, heading towards the living room.

A brow perks up as he follows after her and she's sitting prettily on the sofa, with her hand on the remote.

He walks up behind her and perches his elbows beside her head as she finds the program she was looking for.

One of those intense dramas with controlling parents and an abusive ex-boyfriend. Naruto dropped his head with a sigh. This is not what he thought was going to happen.

At the sound of her patting the spot beside her, he reluctantly agrees and plops down with his arms crossed and his spine limp. Already bored.

"I'm obsessed with these, so you're going to have to bear with it," she said almost seductively, like a Mistress withholding his reward after a bout of slow torture.

Suddenly the front door goes ker-chunk. A shock runs up his back and his arms tense around his middle. Head turned towards the entryway, he stares in disbelief as Hinata pads across the corridor. She nearly enters. The kitchen is behind them after all. But she freezes as his panicked expression and ducks down around the corner.

Naruto raises up, saying "I'm gonna take a piss."

"If you're escaping, I'm leaving."

"I'll be back, for real. I'll watch your show with you. But I really gotta leak," He hurried off and sharply rounded the right corner. He grabbed Hinata by her shoulders and hurried her down the corridor, hiding her behind his larger frame. They made it back to her room where he closed the door behind them. And then he looked up at Hinata's winded expression. "Thought you'd be at Cram."

"I,I was about to make us dinner," her voice shook breathlessly. His eyes dropped down to the grocery bags in both her hands. He could make out an extensive category of cup ramen brands and flavors through the semi-transparent plastic. The shape of the other bag was tented, a case of eggs weighing it down. "I didn't think you'd be happy with curry udon."

"I wasn't," He crossed her room, closing the space between them and he took the bag of ramen of from her. He eyed the goodies inside. Some favorites, some unknowns. Triple X Crawfish flavor? Carbonara? Squid Ink? He was already beginning to forget both his guest and his libido in favor the buffet right before him.

"I thought we could try them together." She bit her lip. Her with her hand free, she began to finger and twist the hem of her skirt. An action that was perilously similar to the vision he had when he imagined her in her panties.

The cloth-wringing was a subtle shift from her finger-poking days, but it was a tell nonetheless.

It must've put her off to find out there was a stranger home, even if he was the one that brought her in. She's still not very good around new people, and he thinks perhaps that pretty girls intimidate her too, (with special exceptions held out for Ino and Sakura). He literally just brought the enemy into her territory.

What to do, what to do?

Did it seem like he had a choice anymore? No way he could still get lucky with Hinata home.

Naruto grimaced as he did the only thing he could do. "Well, she said if I don't watch her show with her, she'll leave."

Hinata's shoulders visibly relaxed. They exchanged lopsided smiles as they hovered in the silence.

Taste-testing cup ramen with his foster sister. His mouth stretched wider at the notion, contentment and gratitude deepening a little further in his heart.

When was the last time they hung out together, anyways?

They passed the time talking like they used to do, only pausing when a rather violent ker-chunk rattled down the corridor.

Naruto grimaced as that girl's dual nature became more apparent to him. Kind of like someone he used to have a crush on.

Naruto stood up and reached his hand out to Hinata, grinning widely, teeth gleaming. "I think you might've saved me this time, Hinata."

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As they sampled and slurped each new flavor over dinner, sharing bites and commenting at which ones they liked best, Naruto remembered the one thing that's been weighing in the back of his mind. He remembered, because he was having fun, and there might come a day when he can't have fun with her like this.

"Where're you going for high school?" he asked.

Hinata slurped up the two noodles hanging daintily from her chopsticks before she put the cup down, her expression thoughtful. "Kurenai-san can't afford to give me the same education that she gave Neji, so my options are limited."

"What? That's not fair."

Hinata replied with a shrug and a smile. "It's not really fair on her, either. She just happened to be our next-door neighbor when it happened. She didn't have to take us in. And if she never knew us and what we were going through, she never would have. You could say we were lucky and she was unlucky--"

"If she really felt that way, then you wouldn't still be here and Neji wouldn't have seen graduation. The way you're thinking of it is completely wrong."

"Did you wish I hadn't come home?"

Naruto pulled back. "Huh?"

"Spending time with her may have been boring, but you were looking forward to something else. You can have the things you want when you don't have to share."

How did the conversation devolve like this? Where was all of this coming from?

"Hinata... Wherever you go, I'm going to go with you," As he said that, her head perked up, her wet eyes took him all in. "I think so, anyway. Everyone's staying here, so, I think I'd miss them a whole lot. I mean, making new friends is great and all, but I got a good thing going here. What about you?"

A chill inhabited her features, like she had just locked herself away in order to face him.

"I don't know."

"Aren't you in two clubs now that you're not deputy class rep anymore? What was it, bug-catching and dog grooming?"

Two interests that couldn't be more unrelated if it weren't for the fact that it was Hinata who was interested. She had that motherly nature about her. She loved to take care of things. Just like she chose to do now for him.

Hinata nodded lamely.

He slouched in chair, one arm draped over the back as he sighed in resignation. He wanted to hear words from her, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. He glanced in her direction and his dismay edged further into disappointment.

She kind of looked like Neji right now. Like back when him and Neji were bitter and small. Hinata looked like a blizzard raging inside a snow globe.

He has to stick close to her, make sure she's alright at all times. But right now, he was failing. Right now, he couldn't see what was attacking her.

AN: Oof, short-ass chapter. 1200 words. 😅 Felt like a good jumping off point though, I think it'd be good if the next chapter were from Hinata's perspective. I think I'll definitely combine this chapter and the first one into a single chapter for AO3 and FFN when this is all done.

btw I hate doing summaries. I always feel like I'll end up writing something completely different, rendering it all lies. Lies, I say! 😲

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maoam · 3 years ago

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hi! u don’t have to answer this but yeah i also find the sns community annoying as hell which is why i left it.

i saw one of ur posts about ppl in the sasunaru community portraying naruto to be a literal child and i posted abt how creepy that was. as someone who used to spend a lot of time on tumblr i would often see nsfw art of sns and naruto would have childish features and would wear a skirt and stuff while sasuke would keep his same build ( u get the point ). so i literally said it was weird and i got attacked for it.

there’s such a divide between the sasunaru and narusasu community. i feel like people who ship sasunaru can literally get away with extremely weird art, but once a narusasu does it it’s automatically called out for being “weird” and an incorrect portrayal (not saying any of it is right in any way but like, cmon can we keep the same energy??). shit, compare the numbers of a good sn fic and a good ns fic and they’ll be extremely different. im so sure a lot of ppl are only interested in sns for “seme sasuke” and it��s so… weird.

i also think that a lot of sns fans don’t get the ship, or even understand the characters. based off the fan fics, most of them think sasuke is a controlling cocky bastard and naruto’s just a submissive doormat for him. all of that made me leave the fandom because there shouldn’t be such a divide in a fucking ship…

anyways, hope u had a gr8 day and i love ur blog!

Don't worry everything you said is the truth lol

as someone who used to spend a lot of time on tumblr i would often see nsfw art of sns and naruto would have childish features and would wear a skirt and stuff while sasuke would keep his same build ( u get the point ). so i literally said it was weird and i got attacked for it.

I think it's just a way to make it more obvious Naruto is the submissive/bottom one. I don't get it because I think Naruto looks better how he is in the manga than when he is infantilized.

"feel like people who ship sasunaru can literally get away with extremely weird art, but once a narusasu does it it’s automatically called out for being “weird” and an incorrect portrayal (not saying any of it is right in any way but like, cmon can we keep the same energy??)"

Yes. People draw Naruto looking younger and make him feminine/pretty when he is not so in canon. They also switch Naruto and Sasuke's facial features in art.

im so sure a lot of ppl are only interested in sns for “seme sasuke”

Yes. Like I have said many times people don't care about how they are in the manga or how Kishi writes them. They will write a long post explaining how Naruto is actually girly and fragile and how he would wear makeup just because that's something they can project to. As if Naruto isn't partly based on Kishi himself and partly on just a regular boy. People make Naruto like that because they are attracted to Sasuke and they project onto Naruto in order to sort of be with Sasuke or imagine him as their daddy. At the same time, they want to imagine Naruto (themselves) as desirable.

This is why it's really funny when they say SS can't read the manga, when clearly they themselves can't either. All both fandoms care about is Sasuke banging their self insert. But this is a common problem with shipping fandoms in general.

Yes, this is what I really hate, and it just shows a lot of shippers don't care about him, they only care about his looks and his dick. Sasuke is like the least controlling character in the manga, he never tries to force people to do anything.

I hate victim mary sue Naruto too. Naruto is pretty demanding in the manga, was he hesitating during vote1 or vote2? During the first one, he's desperate and aggressive, during the second one he had matured and was in control and knew what he had to do.

Is it so hard to make Naruto bottom while he is still himself? Why do people want to make him an annoying woobified Mary Sue?

#anon #naruto ramblings

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cronquette · 4 years ago

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Disclaimers:

-Dedicated to Julia

-I do not own any of the Naruto franchise, I’m just making my SasuSaku dreams come to life.

-More personal notes will be situated at the end of the chapter

Enjoy!

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“Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost.”

― Erol Ozan

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The dewy grass left trails of freshness that wafted towards her nose, for it was sunrise when she had approached the village. It was massive, buildings wrung with wood and stoned grounds, stalls brimmed with fresh, rosy apples or exotic, blooming flowers flung themselves at her every second, catching her cocooned curiosity quickly. Her dress was modestly masked with a cloak, in case the spring cold would make itself known once more, and torment her small being with its ever freezing bite.

Her footfalls scraped slowly as she wandered through the streets, not paying heed to much of the crowds or clamour for she wanted to check her surroundings at the very least; it was not as if she had anything physically to hide. Her most prominent feature that would glimmer daintily in the sunlight, her glowing pink tresses, were now concealed from prying eyes. And her jewel, the captivating viridescent rhinestone, was tucked away safely in her skirt pocket, where her hand had been tucked in, lightly grasping it for fear that it would suddenly disappear. The only thing that would hold people’s gaze would be her foaming green irises, but she had held her head away in her hood that it would be impossible to observe such globes with practically no sunlight to hover over them. They practically glimmered under the sun’s speculation.

Her strides were slow, and her chest heaved slowly. She took in her sights, savouring her surroundings as she walked further, and further, through the roads. Marketing was certainly a thing she’d caught on straight away, for there were a myriad of sellers, creating clamour for people to take a peep at the things they held in possession. Many were farmers, she took a guess, as they had all sorts of crops and vegetables, fruits and whatnots sitting in their respective baskets, just anxiously waiting to be eaten. Others seemed to have sewn fine clothing, or smooth, meticulously crafted pottery, lathered in clean coats of polish to finish them nicely and make them look quite presentable.

The domesticality was all new to her, a culture she wasn’t very familiar with. Living in a coven all her life, food supplies either discreetly and swiftly delivered or fetched as soon as possible. Residing secretly was something she was used to, the exception of the ritual she had just experienced, along with attending all the others. She wasn’t suited for such open marketing, which proved her uselessness currently all the more when she realised there was not one silver coin in her pocket. Even packed with all her clothes, food to suffice for just a few days, and scrolls to help her study, she wasn’t able to purchase one single thing. It was fruitless to whine and beg, she wouldn't succumb to such vulgarity. Her mentor taught her that, and even so, there was no way she would lower her position as a witch before those humans.

Even so, she couldn’t help but smile. Ino would enjoy this, she knew. The outdoors was just so suited for an out-going, confident girl such as the said blonde, and it was unfortunate she wouldn’t be accompanying the pinkette. The sun would be much entertained playing with golden locks, and accentuating such crystal eyes.

A new start was certainly refreshing, and she had a tingling feeling that it would be quite soon that she would be reaching new horizons and milestones

Wherever Sasuke traversed, a cold, sinister aura always accompanied him, But his firmness wasn’t able to intimidate everyone, so to say. There were, however, many who greatly feared him and the power he held. Those were mostly outside the palace walls, though. Within the elegant patterned pillars and marbled flooring, there was nothing short of being annoyed by the Uchiha. His servants, the dainty things they were, served him rightfully, not complaining unless amongst the company of themselves, and he paid no heed otherwise.

Hearsay was something not really familiar within the castle walls.

However, in the court, it was more than likely to be the everyday news.

Sasuke took his place at the old oak table, sitting comfortably at the head, his eyes steely piercing through the silence of the room. To his right, sat stiffly none other than Hyuuga Hiashi, in all his glory, arms crossed low around the biceps, his mouth achieving such a downturn it surfaced a memory of his own father doing such imposed actions. It made his brows knit deeper, before cooly turning to face frontwards.

“I take it you’re all well,” his words meant nothing; it was just procedure to stall a little before heading to the main topic, he had to remind himself. He’d seen many of his ancestors do so before him, and he wanted nothing more than to place his feet in their steps. A cold stand of wind shook the omnipresent tension this room always carried when such meetings took place.

Silent nods prodded him to continue, and so the raven folded his hands, leaning his elbows pointed on the table as his palms stood in front of him. He sharply inhaled: this conference would last an hour (as always), and so bringing different subjects to light at the right time was always something laying dormant at the back of his mind. He decided to start with the one that probed the nightmares that shook the living daylights out of him.

“Witches. And Warlocks. Those creatures still hang free,” He licked his lips in such a tantalisingly slow way it made one gulp.

“Why?”

His Adam's apple bobbed as the last word came out. His voice was a dagger, slicing the peace of the government before him in one single blow.

“Pardon me, your majesty,”

It was one of the further participants at the table who spoke, nevertheless, his voice wrung firmly, and his eyes, though pale like milk, shone with tenacity that they were quite nice to be held in.

“Those creatures may be vulgar, but they hold some sort of intelligence, sire. They’re hard to catch, and they certainly do not want to be found. I suspect they dwell in an abandoned part of Konoha’s vast forests, but it would be a matter of searches to see. Alas, you and I both know these follow ups have been taken before, and everytime, the result has always been futile.”

“Do you suggest that we abandon our searches entirely, Neji?” he gritted out with venom spitting from his teeth.

“I do not suggest as such, my Lord. However, there is only so much you can do; you’re not yet King of this land, you are Crowned Prince. The level of your status has merely succeeded upwards. There are still elders who have more power over you,” he fussed haughty, for his own clan leader was one of the few. The temptation to stomp over to his chair and rip his throat with the Uchiha’s bare hands was so enticing, but he had self control. He knew it was not the time to play like animals.

But Neji was truly a jackass.

“Hyuuga,” the domineering, stygian orbed male nodded to Hiashi, receiving his stern attention. The silence between them spoke louder than anything, for the elder knew exactly what the prince desired. And although it was something that was made to sleep for the moment, everyone in that room wanted nothing more than those chakra-wielding things to die. A common trait shared by all the civilians and warriors. Those of flesh and bone.

“You ask me to send out troops to find passages to where they lay, Sasuke,” he bit out gruffly. He cleared his throat, almost as if to show he had still a sort of superiority towards him.

“I can do so, but the most I can send is two troops of twenty. It’s a fleeting risk, however, all the more scarce that they will have to split halves in order to scatter north, south, east and west,” he answered. Sasuke refused to release the relieving breath he was holding, and instead flared his nose, as if to contemplate the proposition. It wasn’t much: ten of their men each searching thousands of acres, How long it would take to know of their return infuriated him beyond measure, but then again, less members meant more freedom.

They could move better in less numbers, so that was something that he could hold himself onto. Apparently, it was enough to convince him.

“I’ll take that chance,” his voice was hoarse from not trying to rush his words, an attempt to not sound desperate, for even in a room full of eyes his pride was bound to be torn like a ravaging pack of lions.

A small nod from the Hyuuga was all that he needed to know. Another search was going to be sent.

“Is that all you want to discuss with us, my Lord?” the aforementioned narrowed his eyes at the man who spoke. The lackadaisical, smart annoyance had his arms crossed behind his head, leaning comfortably on the back of his chair as if he had a care in the world. It wouldn’t surprise him if he didn’t. The audacity of the Nara didn’t disturb the Uchiha as much as before, so it only gave him so much as a twitch to his left eye.

“No, but most of the topics I am to discuss aren’t as much of importance. Feel free to sleep through the rest of this conference,” he spoke the last sentence sarcastically.

“May I but in before I snore then, your Highness?” he sighed.

The dark haired male shrugged, as if to say do as you wish.

“Some girl entered the village today,” he chided, “strange gal. Doesn’t look like she’s from here. We ought to keep an eye on her.” he proceeded to yawn, and leant back further, he looked as if to fall off his chair.

“Her appearance, Nara?” the young Hyuuga male inquired.

From his observation, she wasn’t very memorable, having been concealed through a cloak. The only thing that caught his eye was her eyes: the bright, emerald orbs they were.

Interesting.

It didn’t take long for Sakura to tire herself out through gallivanting aimlessly, padding her way through stones and pebbles on the ground, the sky’s heat accentuating through every hour, and the board weighted pack on her shoulders smally growing heavier by the minute. She wiped the swelling beads of perspiration that scurried down her forehead with the back of her hand, and released a breath of exasperation.

This village was immense in land expanse, and she hadn’t even gotten through to the heart of it, the place that made her mind twist with fascination-- the palace itself. In all its splendour, the building stood proudly in the heat, almost glimmering with pride: she could see it. But it seemed today was not one of which she could journey so far. She’d seen carriages steadily rocking bye, the horses trotting with such elegance she was entranced so much she stopped just to see them going by.

Oh, what a place this was.

She’d brought with her many of the scrolls containing the recounts of some of her predecessors’ experience, those--of course-- who’d made it out alive, and she pondered whether her experience would be deemed just as exhilarating. Or, gruesome enough to know she’d be burnt alive at the stake. She really didn’t know.

She then had encountered a bakery, blooming with warmth and delicious treats stacked at the window sill, enticing all who laid eyes on them. The pinkette frowned in despair as she knew she would not be able to purchase such a delicacy. Her stomach even whined at how imbecilic she was for not even bringing any coins to spare.

As she was about to move along, a voice caught her attention.

“Excuse me Miss, I can’t help but see how you’re looking at the pastries in our shop. Would you like to buy something?”

Unlike the Haruno, this girl wasn’t wearing a dimple, and so her chestnut locks gleamed hazelnut-like as she made her way towards her. Said strands were neatly folded round the top of her head to create two buns, only a ragged fringe framing her face. She dressed simply, with very few (maybe two) rosy petticoats that rivaled Sakura’s own hair. Not that it mattered-- it wasn’t as if she could see it anyway. She wore a slightly darker shade for her bodice, the tone drifting to a crimson, and her flat stomacher was an off-white, almost cream colour. She was a civilian, no doubt, but she seemed more dressed up than what would be necessary.

“Your shop?”

“Ah, it does seem like I’m not best suited for the occasion in this,” she picked up the thick skirts as a way of gesturing to her outfit, “however my family does own the bakery. You’re not from here, are you? I’m Tenten, a pleasure to meet you!”

Her beam was so bright and fulfilling it made the rosette pop a grin as well, taking her hand and shaking it firmly.

“Sakura, nice to meet you too,” she smiled softly.

“And I would love to buy something from your shop, it’s just that I don’t have any money on me right now. I’m very gratified at the offer, though.”

The brunette shook her head with a laugh, before grabbing the Haruno’s wrist and practically dragging her into the store. They were instantly met with the cozy smell of bread and sweet aromas, and the warmth of ovens burning with fervour.

“Oh, har har! Since you’re new around here, I’ll let you have a pastry for free! Your choice: pick one and it’s on the house,” she gestured to the room. The room was tantalisingly dizzying her with spells of temptation, and this girl was a civilian!

The pinkette smiled weakly and bit out a childish, nervous giggle. Not eating for a while seemed to take a toll on her.

“I couldn’t. Really, Tenten, I appreciate the offer, but I must get going-”

“But you’re new, Sakura! I bet you don’t even have a place to stay.” she wagged an accusatory finger at the aforementioned. The latter grew pale at the revelation, trying to scatter ideas through her head and pick out the most logical option. However, there was none. It really was inevitable. She didn’t know what to do or say, but opening and closing her mouth frantically in an attempt to let out words was an amusing sight to display.

“Aha!” The brunette smirked. She then proceeded to run behind a counter, and with a flimsy towel, she meticulously pulled out a small, hand-sized meat pie, with slow strings of steam wafting upwards. She pushed her hands towards the Haruno’s petite frame, and instantly caught a whiff. She swallowed, before acquiescing.

The inside of her mouth burst with flavour as she took a bite. Her tongue tingled as she chewed pensively, still captured in the eyes of a certain baker’s daughter.

“I-It’s good,” she commented.

She ended up eating another one after.

Shikamaru was always observant, his skills made prominent for the Uchiha’s gain, and although it was a trapping situation, he didn’t mind. His life always bore him no matter what he did, the most he spent doing was making out the shapes of clouds in his spare time. That, and help soothe the load of paperwork that had been flung on his shoulders.

As of this moment, the conference had come to a close, and he was free to roam as much as he desired.

Instead, he sat at a small bar stall, a metal mug of beer filled to the brim with golden alcoholic liquid, topped off with frothy substances bursting atop. One pint of the drink, and above all, his tobacco pipe puffed with intoxicating reels of smoke, making the man beside him choke in disgust.

“God, Shikamaru, do you have to smoke that crap?! It stinks!”

He would have scoffed at the said Uzumaki, who vexibly stalked him to this den after claiming that he needed some sort of relief off of all his errands as ‘Teme’s Right-Hand man’, and wanted some company. He still had no clue how the blonde was able to get away with that filthy nickname. But it wasn’t his place to judge their relationship, as the topic itself was something so obscure it confused even the two men in the involved party. And the Nara really didn’t appreciate getting himself into puzzling situations that twisted his brain unless he was forced to, or it was a pastime he participated in.

“If you don’t like it, you can leave, Naruto.” he sighed, as he took a swig at the beer in front of him, gasping as the bitter drink swelled down his throat. It was a bitter-sweet feeling, but he was used to it. It burned, but he relished in the pain.

“No way! I’m staying, ‘ttebayo. Oi, bartender! I’d like a pint sized mug of whiskey if you will!” she exclaimed, slamming his fisted hand on the sticky countertop. No one made enough effort to properly clean the wooden table, but no one complained.

Shikamaru shook his head, punching the blonde’s bicep rather harshly:

“I’m not taking care of a drunk you.”

He swatted his hand in the air as if dismissing him lightly, his nose wrinkling in laughter. As his drink was carefully handed to him, he recklessly bumped it towards the beer on the counter, slightly tipping the liquids together in an attempt to make some sort of toast.

“I’ll be careful, promise.”

The Nara was tempted to mutter something along the lines of ‘tis what you said last time’, but he held his tongue and instead sucked in yet another breath of tobacco, his mind slightly clouding in a sort of dizzy utopia. He heard a breathy exhale from his left before a slightly slurred sentence arrived, leaving his brows furrowed in calculation.

“Hey, heard from Sasuke that there’s a new girl in town. Do you know where she is, now?”

“What, are you willing to scare yet another one of the female species that resides in Konoha?”

The Uzumaki sputtered, leaving a smirk to cross the brunet’s features.

“Go to hell, Shikamaru!”

“And no, I just wanna meet her.” he lipped, pouting like a child. He was obviously highly offended, and that added to the other man’s pride.

In the end the two downed their drinks forcefully, not wasting one drop and yet attempting hard to sustain themselves from succumbing to the drunkenness. However their walking patterns seemed quite unsturdy and Naruto was easily daydreaming, so it wasn’t a good sign. In the end, they tossed their cash to the bartender carelessly, and stumbled around the village in search of a certain lady.

They found her, and quite simply too. The Nara remembered she was last seen, and where he found her, at the bakery he most frequented, since their baked goods were better than the others, it was a good travelling pace of exercise, and it was conjoined with a neighbouring weaponry store next door which they also owned. So, easily, they found her, although that was just going to be a place of questioning her whereabouts.

The bell chimed as the wooden door opened.

“Tenten,” Shikamaru respectfully regarded, a clumsy Naruto staggering behind. The shop was warm and cozy, and instantly scents of sweet and savoury adorned his senses.

“Tenten! Nice to see ya, we were wondering if you’ve got any information about where the new girl is-”

The brunet stopped in confusion at the sudden halt of breath from the Uzumaki. Something that he didn’t do often. Something in his opinion that he should do often. But that wasn’t the point.

He found the blonde gaping ahead of him, all sense of inebriation perished as his eyes glistened with a look of familiarity at whatever was behind him. Instantly, he turned around.

A small girl sat at the furthest table, shoulders squared and eyes wide with the same look of intensity as the male beside him. Her mouth hung lowly, as she was blinking frantically, as if they were an illusion she was trying to escape from. Her rosy brows knitted as she tried to find the words to say, but the whole room rushed cold as the two apparently came to the same sort of conclusion of words.

“Sakura-chan?!”

“Naruto?!”

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Hi! Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate around this time. Can you believe it? 2020 is finally over, my God. My friends and I are deciding to go on a zoom call and play rick astley’s never gonna give you up as the end credits of this year. Seriously, it all goes downhill from here fnhdbkjdf. One of my friends is already stomping on 2021, don’t get me started lol.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please comment/review, as I really like to know that people still read my story, especially on ffnet and ao3. To those who have done so before, thank you so much! Every comment/review makes my entire day.

since my beta reader had something come up, until you read this, Julia! XD

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vannahfanfics · 5 years ago

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Correspondence

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Shikamaru Nara, Temari

Hello, everyone! ^u^ This is my piece for Day 1 of ShikaTema Week for the prompt “Letters”! I’m not sure I can accomplish the entire week, but I had to at least attempt some stories for this beautiful couple! Enjoy~

Temari’s blue-green eyes trawled over the neatly inked rows of words stretching across the parchment she held above her face as she lay sprawled diagonally across her bed. The oceanic orbs absorbed every detail of the lettering, from the blobs of black ink indicative of careful consideration to the whooshing lines of excited haste. Her pink lips curled upwards into a giddy smile as she read the words contained within the letter, and when she finished, she hugged the piece of parchment to her chest. The paper crinkled under the force of her embrace; the noise was barely audible over her contented sigh. She pulled the bottom half of the letter to once more peek at the letter’s signature.

Shikamaru.

Just reading his name made a delighted grin spring to her features. Temari would never openly express her besottedness of the boy, but within the solitude of her bower, she afforded herself some small measure of freedom. She rolled onto her side, clutching the letter and smiling gleefully. The moonlight streamed in through the slightly open window with particles of sand that glowed like moondust. The hour was late; she had no business writing a reply. Nevertheless, she sprang from her bedsheets to hurry to her desk, scrambling for pen and parchment and words to say.

Ever since the incident in the Land of Shadow and Naruto’s wedding, she and Shikamaru had been communicating regularly. Maintaining a long-distance relationship was difficult, especially with the both of them so involved with the political realms of the respective villages. Still, they were determined to make it work. Correspondence was instrumental in sustaining their feelings for one another. Neither of them was particularly eloquent nor amorous, so typically, the contents of the letters were quite dull. However, Temari knew Shikamaru exceptionally well. She could hear the hints of affection bled into the inked pages, see his shy smirk before her waking eyes. Their wavelengths had aligned into a single pulsing wave, and thus, they knew intricacies about one another no one else ever could.

After about ten minutes of eagerly transcribing the recent events of her life onto the page, Temari paused to give her aching wrist a break. She rolled it casually to loosen the stiffening ligaments and glanced out of the window. Her white curtains ruffled in the night breeze like dancing skirts, silken and ethereal. The stars glimmered in the desert sky, joined only by faint wisps of gray clouds and a grinning crescent moon. She wondered if Shikamaru was awake at this hour and gazing upon the same night sky. Probably not, she thought in dry amusement, he’s either asleep, or has his nose in a shogi board. The image of him hunched over the game always made her chuckle. His brows furrowed in concentration while holding his chin thoughtfully… one might be fooled that he applied such enthusiasm to all his efforts.

He has grown, though, she admitted as she leaned back in her desk chair. Shikamaru did exert himself almost unnecessarily so in the Leaf Village’s political affairs. When Temari inquired about his zeal, he always groaned and insisted it was because Naruto wouldn’t know a mission report from toilet paper. Temari knew him, though; she knew that in truth, Shikamaru was investing in knowing all he could because Naruto was his best friend. His devotion to the plucky, blond-haired ninja was no less than admirable.

Temari laid her head on her left arm and resumed scratching letters onto the paper. Her eyes became lidded with serenity, and her lips reflected the joy blooming in her heart as she reported all the mundanity of the last week.

“I’ve always wondered how you looked when you were writing me back.”

Temari jerked out of her chair with a startled gasp, fumbling for the kunai pouch draped across the back of the furniture. Her uncoordinated movements slung the bag right off, sending kunai and shuriken scattering across the stone floor. Luckily, she didn’t really need them. Once she realized who was perching in her windowsill like some smug Casanova, she puffed out her cheeks and pouted.

“Shikamaru Nara! You scared me half to death!”

“You? Scared?” the boy replied arrogantly with raised eyebrows. Cheeks burning, she crossed her arms and looked away with a huff. Of all the…!

“What are you even doing here? At this time of night, on top of that?!” He shrugged nonchalantly and picked up the pen she had been using to click it repeatedly. The monotonous clacking grated her already annoyed mental state, and so she stalked over to snatch it from him. “Seriously! Don’t tell me you just snuck out of the Leaf Village for a leisurely jaunt?”

“And what if I did?”

Temari’s face turned beet-red, and she whirled on her heel to present her back to him while she gathered her composure. Grunting, she kicked one of the kunai across the room. Its blade scraped over the uneven stone floor before crashing into the wall with a metallic ring. She peeked out of her peripheral vision when she realized Shikamaru was cackling.

“What? What’s so funny?!”

“I’m just joking. I’m on a mission here. You should know that; didn’t Gaara inform you?” No! No, he didn’t! Temari fumed silently. As baby-faced and innocent as her little brother appeared, Kankuro could always tempt him into some deviousness. The puppet-master had likely concocted this low scheme to toy with Temari’s emotions and was perched somewhere with some binoculars enjoying the spectacle. Huffing, she plopped down on the end of her bed and regarded Shikamaru critically.

“Regardless, what on earth prompted you to drop in unannounced?” He shrugged again and slid out of the window, carefully avoiding the desk situated underneath to drop down into the room. Frowning, he slipped his hands into his pants pockets and looked at her snootily, chin upturned.

“I wanted to see you, dummy.” A hard lump formed in the base of Temari’s throat; she could not force it down, no matter how many times she swallowed. Her palms bloomed with sudden sweat, which she discharged by running her hands compulsively over her comforter. A fire burned within the roundness of her cheeks, blazing and hot. When she peeked up at him through her lashes, he was smiling kindly at her. “It’s just been a while.”

“Yes, it has.” She edged over on the bed and patted the space beside her. He crossed the room in a few strides and eased down beside her, stretching out his long legs and leaning back on his hands. “What’s the mission?”

“Oh, you know, the usual bullshit. Bandits and rogues and disgruntled merchant caravans,” he smirked as he looked at her amusedly. His sarcastic dispassion never ceased to make her laugh, because it was just so ridiculous how he could so effortlessly invalidate grave issues. His smirk widened as she giggled, covering her lips daintily with her hand. He suddenly caught her hand, gauging her reaction with glimmering black eyes as he brought it to his mouth to kiss along her fingertips. He was not romantic with his words, but every so often, he could beguile her with tender gestures. “I missed you, Temari,” he breathed against the pads of her fingers. His eyes smoldered beneath his dark lashes, stoking the fire within her own body.

“I missed you, too.” He tilted his head, lowering her hand to entwine their fingers together. Temari fluttered her eyelashes demurely and sucked in a breath, already anticipating his coming. His free hand threaded into her fluffy sand-colored hair, pausing to stroke along her cheekbone. He shifted on the bed, closer to her, and her eyes closed of their own accord. She exhaled exultantly when she finally felt his lips enveloping her own, and she hummed in satisfaction. She could feel him smirking against her mouth, the smug bastard, but then he pushed into her to deepen the kiss. His hand roamed her body- the length of her arm, the small of her back, the curve of her waist. She wrapped her arm around his neck to tangle her fingers in his coarse black hair, while their other two hands remained entwined between them.

Correspondence was instrumental in maintaining a long-distance relationship, but a surprise visit every once in a while certainly didn’t hurt…

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thegizka · 5 years ago

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Rumors

ShikaTema Week 2020 - Day 3 - Outfit Swap

The premise for this is kind of whack, but I had a lot of fun writing it!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,069

Read it on Ao3.

“This is probably the dumbest plan I’ve ever been part of,” Shikamaru groaned.

“It’ll work, though,” Ino promised, lounging on her couch and flipping through a magazine while her teammate paced around her living room.

“There are a thousand ways this could go wrong.”

“Hey.” She shot him a pointed look. “Do you want to be able to walk around with your secret girlfriend in peace or not?”

He sighed. He and Temari had started dating a few months ago, stealing moments alone during official visits and joint missions. Their positions in their respective villages made things complicated, so they’d agreed to keep a low profile. Unfortunately that was easier said than done. There were already more rumors about them swirling around Konoha than Shikamaru was comfortable with.

“You could always be open about it,” Ino had suggested. “People are going to know eventually.”

“People knowing will be troublesome,” Shikamaru grumbled.

“It just seems like you’re putting a lot of work into something that will be irrelevant in a few months anyway. But if you’re set on pretending your relationship is some scandalous secret, I guess I’ll help you out.”

Shikamaru didn’t want to admit that part of his motive for keeping their romance on the down low was selfishness. He was falling in love, and it was exhilarating. Those stolen moments with Temari were theirs alone, and he wanted to keep them to himself for as long as possible. Plus it gave them time to work out how they would navigate their two lives in two separate villages.

“You guys should leave soon or you’ll run out of time,” Ino said loud enough for her voice to carry down the hallway to the room where Temari was changing.

“You just want us out of your hair so Sai can sneak in here,” Shikamaru teased, though he had been thinking they ought to head out soon, too.

“Oh please.” Ino rolled her eyes, but she also didn’t deny his suggestion. Shikamaru wouldn’t be surprised if Sai was already hiding somewhere in her apartment just waiting for them to leave. Secrecy came naturally to him, and though Ino didn’t make any significant effort to hide their relationship, they largely remained under the radar of the village gossips. Shikamaru was a little envious.

The sound of a door opening interrupted his thoughts. A moment later, Temari stepped into the living room. Shikamaru blinked, his eyebrows pulling together of their own accord because this was just...strange. He knew Temari was standing in front of him. The suspicious look she was giving him was certifiably her. But he also had to remind part of his brain that she wasn’t Ino.

“What?” she demanded, troubled by his confused expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he responded. He made a conscious effort to relax his features while his mind untangled itself.

“He’s just tongue-tied because you look amazing!” Ino set aside her magazine to get up and circle the other woman, inspecting her work. “How does it feel?”

“It’s a little tight in some places.” Temari pulled the crop top and rolled her shoulders. Shikamaru tried not to inspect the places where it hugged her body too closely. “This skirt is super comfortable, though.”

“I know, right? I love it.” Ino adjusted a few strands of Temari’s hair. “What do you think of the wig?”

“It’s a lot of hair, but I can work with it for a few hours. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “Half of the village thinks Shikamaru and I ought to be dating already. It’ll take some scrutiny off of you and Sai, which works for me.”

“You’ve always been an attention hog,” Shikamaru sighed. She just stuck out her tongue at him and returned to the couch.

“Go on,” she said. “You kids have fun. Be responsible. I’ll come pick up my clothes sometime tomorrow.”

“You have fun, too,” Temari called as they left. “She was definitely telling us not to come back here tonight.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to see what she and Sai get up to.”

“You have no real idea of what they do together,” Temari declared with such confidence that he wondered how she could see straight through him. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be so scared of finding out.”

“I’m sorry, would you want to walk in on one of your brothers passionately making out with someone--or worse?”

“No, but they wouldn’t allow themselves to get caught in such a situation in the first place.”

“Ino and Sai are skilled enough not to get caught, but I know Ino has less shame than you think. I mean, she walks around in that outfit almost every day.”

“What’s wrong with this outfit?” Temari demanded, hands on her hips in a challenge. It brought his attention to the smooth skin of her exposed abs. Funny how it captured his attention now while it had never interested him when Ino wore that crop top.

“Nothing,” he gulped, forcing himself to look away. “Come on.”

“You’re terrible,” she sighed, but she followed after him, slipping her hand into his.

“Hey-”

“What?” she challenged. “The purpose of this getup is to be able to go around more freely, right?” Temari leaned towards him to whisper in his ear. “Let’s start a few rumors.”

“I’m the one who will have to live with these rumors,” he grumbled. He was starting to think she was enjoying this a little too much.

“That’s the price you pay,” she grinned. “Come on, let’s see how this goes. It’d be a shame to let all of this effort go to waste.”

“What a drag,” Shikamaru muttered, but he didn’t pull away.

The success of this date depended on how precisely they could walk the line of being seen but not letting anyone get too close. He had carefully planned a date that would let them make a few appearances at some public but less frequented locations. Assuming they weren’t unlucky, they’d have just enough privacy to enjoy their time together without totally hiding.

They opted to grab dinner at a little food cart tucked just off of the main street. Neither Ino nor Shikamaru frequented it, so they were unlikely to be particularly memorable. The plan was to grab food and eat on a previously scouted rooftop so they could enjoy the sunset. After the sun went down, they could wander the village or return to the Nara estate for the rest of the evening.

“Got everything?” Shikamaru asked, balancing a sandwich and both of their drinks.

“Yes, thank you.” Temari grabbed a few extra napkins and then took her drink from him. “Where to?”

“The school.”

“The school? How romantic.”

“You’ll think so once you see the view.”

“Believe it or not, I have been on the Academy roof before.”

“But were you with such charming company?”

“We were planning the chunin exam, so-”

“Shikamaru!”

They had just enough time to exchange a surprised glance before turning to greet an enthusiastic Naruto with his wife just a step behind him.

“Hello Shikamaru. Hi I-Ino?” Hinata’s voice rose in surprise. She looked between them, confused, but neither had time to explain before Naruto spoke.

“What are you two up to?”

“Just grabbing dinner,” Shikamaru said carefully. He could tell Hinata had seen through them, but he wasn’t sure whether Naruto had caught on.

“We just got done at Ichiraku. I’m stuffed.” He laughed, and Hinata glanced at him with an amused smile. They had only been married a few months, but there was a new brightness to them when they were together. Nothing significant had changed between them, but there was a palpable difference. It made Shikamaru wonder if he and Temari would get to experience that part of their relationship.

“Hey, where’s Chouji?” Naruto asked, glancing around. “You three are always together.”

“He’s on a mission to Kumo for a few days.” He’d been taking a lot of missions to Kumo recently.

“So it’s just you two. That must be kind of weird.”

“It’s fine, actually.”

“Are you sure?” Naruto turned to Temari with a significant look. “Ino, you’re being awfully quiet.”

“I’m just hungry.” Her voice was elevated from nerves or an attempt to mimic Ino, but she sounded strained. Naruto frowned.

“Naruto,” Hinata said gently before he could comment further, “we should let them eat. Besides, you wanted to look for some dessert, right?”

“Oh yeah. Sorry Hinata, I forgot. See you guys later!”

Shikamaru mouthed a “thank you” to Hinata as she and her husband turned to leave. She just smiled before walking away with a final confused glance.

“Come on,” he sighed, heading towards the school again. Temari giggled behind him.

“Naruto can be really dense, can’t he?”

“Lucky for us.”

“We’ll have to explain everything to Hinata, though. I can only imagine what she thinks we’re up to.”

“Let’s just hope we don’t run into anyone else. That was a bit too close for comfort.”

“I bet it’ll get a few rumors started, though,” she grinned as they climbed up onto the school’s roof.

“Only if Hinata doesn’t run interference.” Shikamaru picked a spot near the western edge of the roof and sat. Temari settled beside him, and they delved into their food. A few moments of silence stretched between them while the sky was painted in gold and lavender. A few clouds blushed in the setting sun. They watched a pair of birds diving through the air in the distance.

“This is nice,” Temari sighed, leaning against him while she sipped her drink.

“Yeah.” He wrapped his arm around her but flinched when his hand met the bare skin of her waist. She just laughed.

“You’re so jumpy,” she teased, grabbing his hand and holding it in her own. “Relax. Enjoy the view. Cuddle your girlfriend. Take it easy like you always say you want to.”

He hummed and tried to just enjoy the moment. That was the purpose of this whole charade, right? Temari seemed to have no problem with it. But every time he glanced at her, he had to look away. It was just too uncomfortable.

“Is it really that bad?” she asked, jostling him with her shoulder.

“I can’t even look at you. You don’t look bad,” he added hurriedly. He had seen her covered in dirt and sweat and blood, and she still looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful. “I just get a headache because you’re not actually Ino and the dumb part of my brain thinks you are.”

“Oh my gosh, are you attracted to Ino?”

“No! Definitely not. But I am attracted to you, and right now you look a lot like her.”

“So you are attracted to her.”

“I’m not!”

“I’m just teasing you,” she smirked. “To be honest, this is all a bit too strange. It was funny to see Naruto’s reaction, but it’s not worth it if you’re not comfortable.”

“It’s not all bad,” he admitted, kissing her exposed shoulder, the closest he could bring himself to admitting that he liked the way the crop top fit her. She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“Do you want to expand on that?”

“Maybe at home.”

“Alright then.” Temari stood and stretched, giving Shikamaru a moment to admire the way the late evening sunlight struck the skin of her exposed stomach. “Can we grab some dango on the way?”

“You don’t want to watch the rest of the sunset?”

“I’ve seen better.”

“So much for trying to be romantic,” he grumbled, gathering their food wrappers. She turned and surprised him with a kiss on his cheek.

“It was a good date,” she said with a charming smile. “Now come on, let’s see if we can start another rumor or two before it’s over.”

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“I can’t believe you two!” Chouji cried. “I’m gone for five days and you break up with Temari and Sai and start dating each other?”

“You were dating Temari?” Naruto blinked.

“Uh,” Shikamaru stuttered, and Ino burst out laughing.

“I don’t think you should laugh about this,” their teammate frowned. “You should be ashamed for moving on so quickly after breaking their hearts. And not telling me about it yourselves! I had to hear it all from Naruto.”

“Sorry Chouji,” Ino giggled. She shot Shikamaru a triumphant look. “I’m just happy everything worked like it was supposed to.”

Shikamaru sighed. “What a drag.”

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