#pining for naruto

[kakashi-from-accounting]

Sasuke sketch

I’ve always loved the scenes in naruto when they would stare off into the sunrise

He’s thinking about naruto

[makkis-meanderings]

I grew up being gaslit and queerbaited by media, now you're trying to tell me that I shouldn't be filtering AO3 by >10,000 words, angst, hurt/comfort, canon divergence, pining??

what do you want from me fr??

[shinoniums-drawings]

[ckret2]

I was wondering if Evil Ford is driven by the disere of power and domination, then an Evil Stan would be driven by the desire of revenge and destruction, like Sasuke?

i saw "like Sasuke" and was instantly KOed and when i regained consciousness this was on my screen

[nartml]

was it casual when i had a panic attack at the thought of you dying was it casual when you risked your entire carrier just to feed me lunch was it casual when you were willing to die protecting me even though you wouldn't accomplish any of the goals you devoted yourself to was it casual when i spent so many nights rolling around in deep thought about whether you think of me like i do about you was it casual when i wished for you upon a shooting star was it casual when i refused to let you continue your way down a path of self-destructive loneliness even though you wanted me to was it casual when you needed to kill me and only me to grow stronger and be entirely untethered from your past but you just couldn't was it casual when i preferred to bear your pain and hatred and die fighting you as opposed to giving up on you was it casual when i could trade blows with you (read your heart) even though your supposed wife couldn't was it casual when i was your one and only was it casual when the hands that we blew off of each other bore the evidence of our cosmic connection was it casual when you cried your first tears of relief and happiness after you lost to me was it casual when you kept in touch with me but not with your wife was it casual when we fought and laughed and became inseparable was it casual when i can't exist without you was it casual when i put all my goals on hold because how could i focus on them when i can't even save you was it casual when you were my main motivation for training to become infinitely stronger was it casual when i'd remain a fool my entire life if being smart meant that i had to give up on you was it casual when you know my heart i yours was it casual when

[luckybatcreations]

Me when I remember how much Jiraiya loved Tsunade, to the point where he didn't even care if she loved him back, and that he only cared about surrounding her with love and happiness but now they can never be together because of a canon event:

[tired-biscuit]

kiba is into girls who secretly hump pillows or plushies to get themselves off.

it’s quite funny but he starts crushing on you even harder the second he steps into your room for the first time and smells hints of arousal on the teddy bear that sits on your bed and which he’s won for you at the fair last summer, when you went as ‘just friends’.

[nwluxx]

Sasuke is in his "am I just a friend to you?" phase 😅 Naruto's sure to crack soon 👌

[powerful-niya]

— (вεтωεεη υs.)

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Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡If you had to choose between doing what you love and being with who you love, could you make that choice?

Naruto and Hinata, the top figure skating duo from Japan, have effortlessly conquered every challenge they've encountered on the ice together. But now, they're up against a new challenge—one that's found in their hearts, rather than on the ice.

This challenge is a love unplanned—a love constrained by a strict contract, putting them both in a very difficult position.

Regular Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Caught In The Rain • Competitive Skating • Competitive Sports • Contract • Contractual Obligations • Costumes • Drama • December 28 • December 31 • Figure Skating • Forbidden Love • Friends To Lovers • Heavy Angst • Hurt & Comfort• Ice Skating • Love Confessions • Modern AU • Mutual Pining • Partner Skaters • Pretending • Professional Skaters • Romance • Sports AU • Stolen Glances • Tryst • Unplanned Love • Work Partners to Lovers • 2023. 

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Pretending can be a tricky game. 

For some people, it's a breeze—they can slip in and out of different personas as easily as flipping a switch, putting on a convincing act at the drop of a hat or a snap of their fingers. 

Some people actually have a closet full of masks for their pretending, ready to wear whichever one fits the moment perfectly to hide behind. They switch between these masks as easily as changing clothes, effortlessly adapting to any situation like it's second nature.

Like if it was nothing, nothing at all. 

For others, pretending is a struggle—a constant effort that takes a lot of trial and error before they finally get the hang of it.

But for Naruto, pretending wasn't just difficult. It wasn't a minor bump in the road he'd get over soon. It wasn't something he'd get used to or get good at with time or a bit more effort.

No. 

He didn't have the luxury of switching between masks or hiding behind them whenever he wanted, like some people. Pretending wasn't a game or something he did for fun—it was a draining, relentless battle that wore him down every single day.

Pretending was, without a doubt, the hardest thing Naruto had ever faced—the toughest challenge he'd ever had to endure.

And he'd faced plenty of challenges.

As one of the top Japanese male ice skaters in the world, he'd been put through the wringer more times than he could count.

Countless hours of grueling practice, intense competitions, and crushing expectations had pushed him to his limits time and time again, demanding that he give nothing less than his absolute best. 

Each session was a test of endurance for him, and every routine was a shot for him to outshine the competition.

After all, Naruto was a pretty driven man, always pushing himself past the limits set by others to prove himself and excel. And on top of the grueling physical demands, he also had to confront the doubts cast on him as a male skater—doubts that seemed to shadow every step he took.

It was tough. 

Really tough. 

Every time he laces up his skates and hits the ice, he's up against a challenge. But it's one he actually enjoys—the ice, the skating, the music, the cheers, the sweat, the exhaustion, and, most of all, proving everyone wrong.

He loves proving all the doubters wrong—naysayers who said he couldn't do it and the debbie downers who whined that ice skating was a women's sport. 

Naruto even gets a kick out of showing up the critics who claimed he was confused about his identity, out of touch with himself, and that ice skating made him less of a man.

Indeed, proving those people wrong by doing what he loved was fun.

Naruto has spent countless hours on the ice—skating was all he'd ever known, the rhythm of the blades, the chill of the rink, and the thrill of the performance were deeply ingrained in him. Every glide and spin had become second nature, an integral part of who he was.

But there was one thing that stood apart from all of that…

Or rather, one person.

Hinata Hyūga. 

His skating partner.

Naruto stood in the designated waiting area near the rink, his eyes fixed on her as she skated across the ice gracefully. He watched Hinata from the sidelines, waiting for his cue, the precise moment when the music would signal him to join Hinata on the rink.

But for now, it was just her. Just Hinata.

And Naruto watched her in awe. 

He was always in awe of her. 

The blonde skater watched almost in a trance as his partner performed with her opening solo for the prestigious "ISU Grand Prix Of Figure Skating" in Hollywood, LA, California. 

The intensity of the competition was palpable, and the stakes had never felt higher.

The entire arena was hushed, with only the soft scraping of her white skates on the ice, the sweeping classical music, and the occasional gasps and murmurs from the crowd breaking the silence. Every spectator, even the judges, held their breath, captivated by Hinata's mesmerizing performance, all eyes glued to the rink.

Naruto's included.

Hinata's costume dress was a breathtaking piece, its fabric fluttering around her like the delicate feathers of a swan gliding through a gentle breeze. The lights from the arena overhead danced off the glittering embellishments of her costume, causing her dress to shimmer and shine. 

Her costume was the perfect fit to the competition theme: Black Swan. 

Hinata's dress was a striking blend of black and white, split down the middle. The left side was a deep, velvety black, adorned with shimmering sequins that caught the arena's light with every move she made. 

The right side of her dress was a pristine, snowy white, contrasting beautifully with the dark side, adorned with tiny sparkles and swirls. 

Her long gloves followed the same theme, one black and one white, each decorated with delicate sparkles that extended from her hands up to her forearms, matching her dress perfectly. Her usually long, midnight blue hair was elegantly styled into a neat bun on the top of her head, completing her flawless look for the competition. 

Naruto wore a matching outfit to hers, of course. 

He wore a one-piece costume that began with a pristine white at the top, gradually transitioning into a deep black down his toned torso and legs, with white swirls accentuating the color shift.

His right sleeve was all white, while his left sleeve was solid black, creating a striking contrast similar to Hinata's costume.

His costume fit the theme, sure, and it matched his partner's costume, but it was nowhere near as spectacular as Hinata's.

No way.

Hinata seemed to nail the theme perfectly, gliding in sync with the music—a classic piece that everyone would surely recognize.

"Swan Lake" by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. 

She surely embodied a swan, her every movement smooth and graceful, just like a swan gliding effortlessly across a lake. The way she floated across the ice, her costume shimmering with each turn, made it look as if she was dancing on air.

Naruto couldn't help but be completely mesmerized by how beautifully Hinata brought the theme to life. 

She was utterly breathtaking.

Graceful yet powerful—that's how Hinata always skated. 

Watching her was like peering straight into her soul with each performance.

She poured everything into her routine. 

She always did. 

From her delicate facial expressions to the emotions that flowed through her movements, and the graceful sweep of her arms as they reached out and then drew back—each performance was a stunning story told through her skating.

This time was no different.

As Hinata performed her solo tonight, she told a powerful story about the strength that comes from being vulnerable. Her movements to the music spoke of the courage it takes to expose one's true self, capturing the delicate balance between strength and authenticity.

It was truly extraordinary.

And on top of that, Hinata made the routine they'd been perfecting for months—through countless rehearsals, late nights, and early mornings—look so damn effortless. 

Hinata glided smoothly from one move to the next, transitioning seamlessly between spins and jumps, just as they had practiced together, just as she had come to memorize down to the finest detail.

Her spins were flawless. 

Naruto watched in awe as she effortlessly transitioned into a fast-paced layback spin, finishing with a graceful camel spin that left delicate circular marks on the ice. 

Her jumps were just as stunning, with perfect double axels and triple lutzes that had her soaring and spinning through the air, leaving the crowd breathless.

She landed on her blades with a satisfying clank each time, back on her feet like a true professional.

Hinata nailed every move flawlessly, putting on a jaw-dropping performance that would definitely set the bar high for the other skaters and likely earn them both some serious points with the judges.

But Naruto wasn't thinking about the competition at all. 

He wasn't thinking about their potential scores. He wasn't concerned about the judges' opinions or even his routine when it was his turn to join Hinata on the ice.

No, he wasn't thinking about any of that.

Naruto's focus was solely on her, the woman dazzling him from the ice, whose lavender eyes occasionally met his own. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Frequently, Hinata glanced at him as she danced across the rink, her lavender eyes seeking him out from the waiting area, hidden from the audience.

Each time their eyes locked—deep blue meeting soft lavender—it felt like the world around them melted further and further into a blur…

…until it was just the two of them. 

The audience's loud wows and awes, the judges' scrutinizing looks, the flashing cameras, the bright arena lights, the announcer's voices, and even the stadium itself—all of it just faded away.

It was only them—just them.

And soon enough, Hinata wasn't skating for the crowd but for…

…him.

It was always like this between them: fleeting, longing but secretive looks where their gazes created warm, private moments just for them. 

Every time they performed together, whenever their hands touched or their bodies brushed close, they were drawn into a private world of their own making. 

Those looks they exchanged, every second of every day, were a silent yearning for something they both desired but couldn't fully embrace—a longing that always seemed just out of reach.

Naruto couldn't ignore what he felt. He couldn't pretend. 

Sure, he could try. 

Sure, he could push his feelings aside. He could convince himself that what he felt was just a passing phase, and that he will just get over it soon. 

Sure, he could try to act like it didn't bother him and play along, but deep down, he knew he'd only be lying to himself.

The feelings he had been struggling with for so long were impossible to ignore now.

A mistake that's come to consume him. 

When Naruto first teamed up with Hinata, he signed a contract that was clear about one thing: no intimate relationships. 

As long as he pursued ice skating professionally with a partner, he wasn't allowed to fall in love or let emotions get in the way of his career.

He knew that.

They both did. 

Naruto always understood what he was signing up for, knew the strict rules, and was clear on what was expected of him.

Because of this, he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way and was fully aware of the risks of letting these emotions take over. He knew exactly how his coach would react if she found out—what she'd do if she discovered his secret.

Their secret. 

Naruto knew the stakes. 

If their secret were ever discovered, it would mean the end of their figure skating careers.

Everything they'd worked so hard for—the endless hours of practice, the sacrifices made, the competitions won, the fame they'd gained, and their very dreams—were at risk of being ruined.

All because love had somehow crept in and gotten in the way.

Suddenly, the music built to a crescendo, growing louder and louder all around, snapping Naruto out of his thoughts.

His cue to take the ice. 

"Damn it," He muttered, shaking his head to snap himself out of it. That was a mistake—a big one. 

He couldn't afford to space out. 

Not here. 

Not now.

He took a deep, steadying breath, pushing aside the swirling thoughts and annoying emotions that clung to him. 

Then he exhaled, letting it all go.

It's showtime. 

Naruto rubbed his hands together to shake off the tension, and took one more calming breath.

"Here goes." He whispered to himself, before finally, darting out onto the ice.

The icy chill of the arena hit Naruto instantly, chilling his face, body, and legs. The cold air blended with the crisp, slippery feel of the ice beneath his skates. 

Naruto could never grow tired of it—the ice. It was a feeling so familiar, as natural as breathing to him at this point. Every time he stepped onto it, it felt like reconnecting with an old friend he always looked forward to seeing again.

And it felt that way now. 

His taut calf muscles tightened with each powerful push he gave his legs, his black skates carving a swift, graceful path across the ice.

The ice hummed a satisfying, almost musical whisper under Naruto's skates, grounding him in the moment. He mentally rehearsed his routine, syncing with it as he joined Hinata on the rink.

Hinata was already in position, gliding effortlessly across the ice toward him. In that moment, Naruto could see nothing but her—her radiant smile, the rosy flush on her cheeks from the cold, and the sparkle in her lavender eyes. 

He met her in the center of the rink with a big grin, and they seamlessly slipped into a synchronized spin. They twirled around each other, close yet so far. 

They didn't touch—just gazed at each other, eyes locked the whole time. 

Blue meeting lavender, once again.

The sight of Naruto and Hinata finally skating together, their chemistry ignited instantly, sending fireworks of excitement across the entire arena. Their connection was evident even on the arena's TVs, causing the crowd to instantly erupt into a frenzy. 

Gasps and cheers merged into a collective roar that filled the entire space.

The announcers, just as thrilled, could barely contain their excitement over the intercom.

"And here he comes, folks—Naruto Uzumaki, joining his partner Hinata Hyūga after her stunning introductory solo!"

"The way they connect is absolutely breathtaking. Just so breathtaking. This is partner skating at its finest, and we are in for a treat tonight, folks!"

Now together, Naruto and Hinata instantly transitioned into their routine, as they'd done it a million times before.

Just for this moment. 

Hinata took the lead, maintaining their synchronized spin as she gracefully lifted one arm to the rhythm of the music, watching as Naruto mirrored her movements flawlessly. His arm swept down and up above his head in a sweeping arc, just like hers, as if she were looking into a mirror.

She moved her other arm the same way, and Naruto followed suit. 

Next, Hinata extended her hand toward him this time, her fingers forming a dramatic claw before slowly curling into a fist as she pulled away, and Naruto mirrored her.

But they never quite touched. 

Each time they reached, they always pulled back. 

Reach. Retreat. Reach. 

Closer and closer, but never quite touching. 

Like a cycle. 

A painful one.

This part of their routine always spoke to them. It shouldn't have—really. It shouldn't have had any impact on them, but..

…it did. 

It perfectly mirrored the feelings they had for each other, always managing to leave a poignant ache in their hearts—a longing for something they both wanted but couldn't have.

No matter how many times they repeated it. 

No matter how many times they practiced it.

The ache remains.

Naruto's eyes revealed such pain, such raw emotion as he watched Hinata glide backward from the center of the rink, moving away from him and further along the ice.

She kept her knees slightly bent, her legs extending and crossing each other like the delicate sway of a ballet's legs. Her skates traced elegant arcs on the ice as she spiraled backward, leaving a long trail behind. 

But even as Hinata drifted away from Naruto, her hand stretched out toward him, her eyes pleading for him to take it. 

Naruto followed her, reaching back.

His arm stretched out through the cold air, determined to bridge the gap between them.

They reached for each other, incorporating a few individual spins where they spun perfectly in sync, even landing together, before turning and reaching out again.

They drew out the moment for dramatic effect, with Hinata gliding smoothly backward and Naruto advancing just enough until their hands finally….

…met.

But when their hands finally touched, it seemed to ignite a powerful rush of warmth that pulsed through their gloves and into their palms like a heartbeat, spreading through their bodies in soothing waves.

The sensation felt incredible—better than anything they had experienced before. 

They had touched countless times, but this..

This was different.

The moment Naruto's large fingers slid between the gaps of Hinata's smaller ones, and curled around her hand, a deep, unparalleled warmth unfurled in both of their hearts. 

The surprising intensity of the warmth made them both gasp softly. Their fingers instinctively tightened around each other, the connection so strong and reassuring that they couldn't bear to let go. 

Not now.

Not so soon. 

Keeping her hand in his, Naruto guided Hinata's arm over her head and twisted her in a graceful spin perfectly in sync with the music. He skated himself over in a smooth glide, positioning himself directly behind her like her shadow. 

Close behind her, he began sliding his hands gently along her arms, and Hinata couldn't hold back the slight moan that escaped her lips. 

Naruto touched her now, and he took it slow.

Along her chest, his gloved fingers brushed the fabric of her costume, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. His hands moved down the gentle curve of her torso, tracing the contours of her muscles, and he felt her body react to his touch almost instantly, with soft shivers and quivers.

Finally, his hands reached her waist, holding her hips firmly yet gently.

Even in the cold of the stadium, with a chill all around them, Hinata felt warm beneath his fingertips.

She was savoring the moment, just as she always did, whenever she was in Naruto's arms.

His touch was always gentle, but now, to Hinata, it felt almost heightened. Every brush of his fingers felt like a trail of fire on her skin, each caress sending electric shivers down her spine.

It was like time slowed to a crawl, and all she could feel was Naruto.

His breath as it brushed against her ears and cheeks, warm and steady. The heat of his toned body as it pressed so close to hers, making her acutely aware of every inch of him...

And his touch...

Hinata always treasured the moments when Naruto touched her. 

Those fleeting instances when his hands met her skin always seem to send a delightful warmth coursing through her body, radiating like a beacon. Whether his strong yet gentle hands glided along her arms, gripped her hips, or lifted her into the air, a soothing, irresistible heat enveloped her whenever he made contact with…her body.

It shouldn't have felt this way, but it did—like a perfect antidote to her touch-starved dreams.

Hinata glanced back at him with a breathless look that made Naruto's heart skip a beat. Her lavender eyes drew him in every time, their expressiveness saying more than words ever could. 

And as he gazed into them now, they seemed to speak to him, whispering…

"Please touch me more, Naruto-kun. Touch me."

It was a gentle, unspoken plea, a tender whisper in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him, standing tall behind her.

Naruto bit his lip. 

Truly, he wished he could touch her more. 

Her body always responded so beautifully to his touch, expanding and contracting as if he were the air she breathed, always returning to him with a graceful, magnetic pull. It was intoxicating.

He craved more. He craved—

The blonde skater took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Again. 

Reluctant as he was, and how good it was to hold Hinata, he knew he had to put an end to it.

After all, this was a serious competition.

With that realization, Naruto broke away from their intimate moment, shaking off the titillating effect of touching Hinata, and his expression turned serious again. He refocused and shifted his attention to the next part of their routine. 

But when he did, it seemed as if time snapped back to its usual pace, flowing normally like it did for everyone else.

Naruto grasped her waist firmly, and as if on cue, Hinata bent her knees, poised and ready, just like he was. 

The split-second cue he had been waiting for.

With a smooth lift, he sent her soaring into the air in a high twist. Her dress billowed out around her in a perfect spiral, drawing gasps from the crowd as it fluttered like a blooming flower.

Naruto watched as she flew high into the air, spinning gracefully. And in that quick moment, he caught a glimpse of her smile. 

There was an unspoken trust in that smile, a deep trust in him. Because she knew that whenever she fell, he'd always be there to catch her.

Just like now. 

As Hinata began her descent, Naruto was ready. He lifted his arms high and, with practiced precision, caught her around the waist.

He felt that familiar rush of relief and joy, knowing Hinata was secure in his hands after her aerial stunt. Safe and sound. 

Naruto held her close for a moment, savoring the warmth of her body against his, before gently lowering her back to the ice.

As they continued skating together, the audience seemed to blur further and further away until it was only the two of them, as if no one else existed. 

They looked into each other's eyes and suddenly...

Time didn't matter.

The competition didn't matter.

The judges or their scores didn't matter.

It was just them.

Just like in all their performances, Naruto and Hinata stunned the crowd with their chemistry. They moved together on the ice with such closeness, showing raw emotion through their every move and expression that the audience could actually feel. 

It left everyone breathless. 

The music was captivating from start to finish, flowing through every part of their routine. Every spin, every lift, and every glide of their skates across the ice, the music was there, as if guiding them. 

Hinata's grace paired perfectly with Naruto's strength, like yin and yang. Their choreography, whether synchronized or solo, blended together on the ice, revealing not just their countless hours of practice but also the deep understanding they shared. 

Their love. 

It was evident, no matter how hard they tried to hide it.

Their synchronicity was almost magical, like they were of one mind, one body, one soul. 

When Hinata jumped, Naruto was right there to catch her. 

When she spun, he spun, matching her moves perfectly. 

Whenever she reached for him, he was always ready to clasp her hand and guide her.

There was no escaping what they felt. 

The longer their performance went on, that feeling between them seemed to intensify.

It was new and exhilarating, different from anything they had felt before in previous performances or practices, as if it began anew the moment they first touched tonight.

Every time their hands touched or their eyes locked, that feeling inside them just kept growing stronger.

But reality would ruin it for them each time, reminding them that no matter how strong their feelings were, they couldn't act on them.

They couldn't.

They shouldn't.

They…

Hinata couldn't take it anymore. 

As their routine continued, she began to feel the full weight of everything. 

The unspoken feelings she'd been holding in, the constant longing to be close to Naruto, and the pressure to maintain their perfect image—it was all starting to overwhelm her.

She'd managed to keep it together for so long, but even she had her limits.

Tonight, she reached her breaking point.

As they approached the end of their performance, instead of the usual thrill that would sweep over her, she was overwhelmed by a deep, profound sadness.

Naruto sensed it immediately. 

He knew her too well not to notice. 

As the music began to wind down and the final chords echoed through the arena, he drew her into a tight embrace at the center of the rink. Their bodies were pressed close, the warmth of their breath mingling with the chilly air. Their faces were so close he could feel her every breath on his skin, and their eyes met, saying everything words couldn't express.

They held their position, panting and sweating, mostly satisfied, until the last notes of the music faded into silence.

But as soon as the music ended, the applause from the crowd surged through the stadium, a thunderous wave of sound that echoed endlessly in their ears.

With that, Naruto and Hinata reluctantly pulled away, masking their true feelings behind the broad smiles they had perfected and displayed time and time again.

They waved to the audience and the flashing cameras, even taking a hand-in-hand bow to mark the end of their performance.

The announcers' voices boomed through the speaker in no time, hyping up their performance with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what a show! Let's hear it for Japan's premier ice skating duo, Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyūga! 

"Give these two a big round of applause for another unforgettable performance!"

The announcers gave them one last shout-out, showering them with praise and cheers that would've made Hinata feel overjoyed on another day—grateful, accomplished even. 

But not now.

She didn't know what had came over her.

She didn't know why she had done it. 

Yet, she turned to Naruto, her face showing a sadness she couldn't keep hidden anymore. Her eyes, usually so bright and joyful, were now clouded with a deep sorrow that instantly wiped the smile from Naruto's face. 

And before he could even speak, to react even, she spoke to him, whispered to him. 

She whispered one word, and he heard it clearly. 

"Gomennasai."

Hinata let go of his hand and sped off across the ice, leaving him behind before he could say a single word. 

He gasped and reached out toward her retreating figure.

"H-Hinata-chan!" Naruto called out, but she didn't respond. She didn't turn back or slow down; she just kept skating, moving further and further away from him until she vanished through the designated gate leading backstage.

The blonde stood there, frozen, as the cheers of the crowd faded into the background. Yet, even now, he could still feel the warmth of Hinata's touch lingering in his outstretched palm.

Naruto frowned.

'Pretending is difficult for you too, isn't it, Hinata-chan?'

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[raikirikiri]

this is not in response to anything or whatever, it’s just a thought i’m having while hiding from the cryostat but i don’t mind the lack of hatake clan lore. it’s like when a character is already great and well developed but their backstory or their greater lore is not known, then we as a community can fill in the gaps. and those fill-ins are dynamic and different and there’s just so much to be explored and thought about. like i could say the hatake clan used to farm every kind of berry beside boysenberries because they’re inauspicious and it sounds too much like poison berry to be trustworthy. and with that i can say kakashi does not eat boysenberries and doesn’t let his team(s) eat them either and he’s very emphatic about it.

anyway. just love having enough information to be intrigued and not even to have to worry about canon.

[osamusbigtits]

sasunaru don't have sex because they still haven't admitted their true feelings for each other

[violet29xxx]

Boruto swears to protect Sarada

Boruto: When you become hokage, I swear I'll be your right hand man and look out for you! *Sarada feigns a small laugh, looking away embarrassed* Sarada: Are you saying that I can't protect myself? Boruto: Wha-!? No! *awkwardly scratches back of neck* I just mean that I wanna be like your dad! I'll protect you for the rest of my life! (He doesn't realize how important that goal is to him until after saying it.) Sarada: *Tries to hide blush* But...you'll probably have a wife by that point, shouldn't you protect her? *Boruto's eyes widen, and he frowns* Boruto: Oh. Haha, yeah maybe. (He doesn't tell her that she's all he can picture at the thought of having a wife.)

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1238: Setting Off For Ruby's Birthday Night: Believe It!! (RWBY)

5:31 p.m. at JNPRO's Residence..........

Oscar: (In the House) Alright! I'm heading out!!

Jaune: (In the House) Do you have your phone with you?

Oscar: Yep! (Opens the Door as He Walks Outside the House, Dressed as Kakashi Hatake) Right inside my pocket!

Ren: (In The House) Are the others coming!?

Oscar: Yeah, they're gonna be on their way any minute now, so I'll wait out here for a while.

Pyrrha: (In The House) Be sure to cone back here at what time!?

Oscar: 7:55 to 8:00 p.m. sharp. I remember.

Pyrrha: (In the House) Good boi!~

Nora: (In the House) Don't forget to bring Momma Nora a Chocolate Baaaaar!~

Oscar: (Snickers a Bit While Playfully Rolling his Eyes) I'll try and bring four home for you, Nora!

Nora: (In the House) ('Gasps') Really!? Bless your heart!~

Ren: (In the House) Nora, you're on a diet run, remember?

Nora: Oh relax, Renny, today's a holiday. Nothing's wrong in having a free day~

Ren: But- ('Sighs in Defeat') Forget it. Go nuts.

Nora: Thank you~

Jaune: (Chuckles Lightly Inside the House) Help me set the banner up, will ya, Ren? And Oscar....

JNRP: WE LOVE YOUUUUU!~

Oscar: I love you more! See ya tonight!

Oscar closes the door behind him. He then turns his head from side to side for a few seconds before pulling out a small booklet from his pants pocket, with the title that reads "Make Out Tactics"

Oscar: (Takes a Deep Breath) Okay. Let's see what we have in here. (Opens the Book He's About to Read) Developing crushes.....how to ask and take an admirer out on a date.....be brave enough to kiss that said partner......evolve the make out session into something more passionate and se- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widens Up as His Both Freckled Cheeks Starts to Flare Up the More he Reads) What is this?....I thought this was a book about kissing not love makin-

????: Oscarrrrr!~

Oscar: (Immediately Gets Startled) RUBY! (Quickly Hides the Book Behind his Back While Putting the Most Awkward Smile Imaginable) H-Hey, you made it! (Takes a Look at the Costume Ruby's Wearing) You looking more green tonight. Are you going as Might Guy this year?

Ruby: Close. Call me Might Ruby instead~ (Does a Few Guy Sensei Centric Poses) The Most Powerful and Oh So Beautiful Devil of all of Remnant~

Oscar: (Snickers a Bit) Nice. It would be even perfect if you have the bowl cut though.

Ruby: And have it ruin my already perfect hairstyle? No thanks. (Puts on a More Satisfied Grin on her Face) Besides, I'm starting to dig the whole "Might Ruby" concept. Has a nice ring to it, don'tcha think?

Oscar: Yeah, somewhat. Are you excited for tonight?

Ruby: (Happily Nodded) You know it! Trick-or-treating all around your neighborhood AND a birthday party afterwards, in one night? (Makes a Chef's Kiss) Such a magnificent night for the birthday girl, such as myself, indeed~ (Forms a Bit of a Mischievous Smirk on her Face as She Leans Over to Oscar) And what better way to start it off then to find out whatcha hiding behind that back of yours, honey~

Oscar: (Stares Getting Nervous) Uhh! It's....(Chuckles a Bit Awkwardly) Nothing too special out of the ordinary.....

Ruby: Oh c'mon. It gotta be at least something interesting enough for you to hide from me. Something aligned toooo.....My Birthday present?~ (Starts Blinking her Eyes at Oscar in a Very Cutesy Manner)

Oscar: Ruby, your presents are inside the house. (Gets the Booklet Away From his Back Before Pointing it at his Ruby) And you're NOT gonna open any them until we get back there later toni-

Before Oscar could finish his sentence, Ruby immediately swoops in and steals the booklet from his hand in light speed.

Oscar: (Notices the Booklet is Gone Before Putting on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Dangit.

Ruby: (Puts on a Very Loud Gasps Before Giving her Boyfriend the Most Over Dramatic and Comedic Glare She Could Muster) OSCAR EVERLYNN PINES!! What on Green Earth are you doing with a Make-Out Tactic Book!?

Oscar: It comes with part of the costume!! (Starts Twiddling his Fingers a Bit Shyly) Besides, Kakashi was reading it throughout the runtime of the series, so i figured I check it out for myself.....

Ruby: Are you nuts!? (Points at the Booklet She's Holding) This is filth you were reading, Oscar. FILTH!!

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) Now you tell me....I really thought it was something simple like romance and kissing.

Ruby: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah....I did too...till I had to look it up. We're gonna end up doing most of that advanced stuff on this book, once get older, aren't we?

Oscar: Not if you don't want to.

Ruby: (Shrugs) Whatevs. It's only a matter of time before we both reach to the insantly we call adulthood.

Oscar: (Gives Ruby a Reassuring Smile as He Gently Grabs Hold of her Hand) Hey, whatever comes our way in the future and beyond, we'll face them all together, am I right?

Ruby: (Stares at Oscar For a Brief Second Before Smiling Back) Mmhm, Always!~ I love you, Oscar~

Oscar: Love you too, Ruby.

Oscar lowers his mask down as he and Ruby shares a kiss on the lips.

????????: 'Sup, nerds.

Oscar/Ruby: (Turns Their Attention to a Very Familiar Face) Hi, Emerald.

Ruby: Oooh~ I like the color of your hair.

Oscar: Yeah, it compliments the entire costume pretty well too.

Emerald: (Dressed as Sakura Haruno) Thanks. Never been a fan of the color pink, but I do have a soft spot for Sakura for the most part. She could give Yang a run for her money on the strength department.

Ruby: (Pouts at Emerald) No way! My big sis can kick Sakura's butt with her robot arm behind her back.

Emerald: Doubt it. But I gotta ask: you notice something different about me, besides my hair being pink?

Oscar: (Notices Something's Missing on Emerald's Back) Your ponytail.....it's gone.

Ruby: (Eyes Starts to Widen at the Discovery) You're right, it is gone! (Looks Back at Emerald) Did you seriously cut it off yourself?

Emerald: Yep. (Casually Shrugs) I figured now it's the time to finally let it all go. Resembles that of mome moving on from my past and what have you.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly) I like it. Makes you look more prettier than you were already.

Ruby: Hm. It's not bad, it's nothing too special either.

Emerald: (Raises an Eyebrow and Smirking at her Form Enemy) Getting jealous of me already, Rose?

Ruby: ('Scoffs') In your dreams! (Pushes the Bottom of her Hair Up in a Elegant Fashion) My beauty is far more unique and delicate than you can ever imagine~

Emerald: (Snickers a Bit) Really now? Kinda hard for me tell you have any of that when you're dressed as a string bean.

Ruby: (Comically Glares at Emerald) Do not disrespect the drip of the GREEN BEAST!!

Oscar: Would you girls please stop fighting already? You're gonna make a scene at rate.

Emerald/Ruby: (Turns to Iscar as They Point at Obe Another) She started it!!

Oscar let's out a sigh before a smoke bomb suddenly drops down and erupts in front of the trio, causing Ruby to gets startled and quickly hug onto her boyfriend..

Emerald: What the hell?

The smoke itself begins to disappear, revealing a grinning Sun Wukong dressed as Naruto Uzumaki amd a coughing Neptune Vasilias dressed as Sasuke Uchiha.

Sun: Heyyy, Party People!

Neptune: We.....('Cough') Finally......('Cou Cough') Arrived....('Cough') (Turns to his Best Friend) Christ, dude, did you have to use that many smoke bombs?

Sun: How else are we gonna make our surprise entrance believable? We're ninjas! Mostly.

Ruby: (Giggles Softly) Looking good already, you guys!~

Oscar: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, you almost look exactly like Naruto there, Sun. I'm impressed.

Sun: Why, thank you, kiddos~ (Grabs onto his Chin in a Sophisticated Manner) It's not everyday you get to be half as good looking as the main character himself. (Chuckles Lightly Before Making Fonger Guns) Believe it!

Neptune: (Raises an Eyebrow) I thought Sasuke was the most good looking out of the team.

Emerald: (Shrugs) Ehh. The guy's too overrated for myself. Even then- (Gives Neptune a Seductive Smirk on her Face) He's not even close of being as handsome as you look tonight, Blue~

Neptune: (Genuinely Surprised by Emerald's Flirting) Oh! Uhh- ('Clears Throat') T-Thanks. (Smirks Back at Emerald) You're looking prettier good yourself, Emerald~ (Notices Something Missing on the Back of Emerald Head) Did you cut your ponytail off?

Emerald: Yeah. For personal growth reasons. It....doesn't look too bad, does it?

Neptune: Nah, you look great! Beautiful even~

Emerald: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Bit) You don't say?~

Oscar: (Watches Neptune and Emerald Flirting in the Background Along with Ruby and Sun) This is another surprising turn of events. (Turns to Sun) You think they'll get together one of these days

Sun: Only time can tell on that one. I'm proud of my bro either way.

Ruby: I am so gonna make fun of Emerald if that happens.

Oscar: (Turns to his Girlfriend) Ruby, she'll kill you.

Ruby: A risk I'm more than willing to take. (Lays her Head onto Oscar's Shoulder While Giving Him the Puppy Dog Eyes) You'll swoop me and save me though, right?~ (Starts Blinking her Eyes at Oscar Once Again)

Oscar: ('Sigh') Sure. Been a while since my life was put on risk these days....

Sun: (Notices the Booklet Ruby's Holding) Hey, whatcha got there, Ruby? A notepad?

Ruby: ('Scoffs') I wish. (Gives Sun the Booklet) It's this filthy Make-Out Tactic Book Oscar was reading minutes ago.

Oscar: Ruby!

Sun: (Eyes Starts to Widened at the Booklet in Front of Him) Whaaaaaahahahahahaaa! (Bursts Out Laughing)

Neptune: (Gets Distracted by Sun's Sudden Laughing Along with Emerald) Sun?

Emerald: (Already Has a Slightly Annoyed, Deadpinned Look on her Face) What are you laughing about over there?

Sun: (Tries Dying Down his Laughter) Oscar.....Reading........Make-Out Tacticheheheheee! (Shows the Duo the Booklet) See?

Neptune: (Eyes Widened at the Booklet in Front of Him and Emerald) No freaking way.....It's REAL!?

Emerald: (Forms a Mischievous Smirk on her Face) Oh, this is definitely my night right here. (Turns to her Appointed Little Brother) Whatcha doing reading smut, boy?

Oscar: (Comically Glares at Emerald) It came with the freaking costume!! (Crosses his Arms While Turning Away, Pouting) Besides, the only thing I read was the table of the contents

Emerald playfully raises an eyebrow while Neptune examines the Make-Out Tactic booklet along with Sun.

Emerald: Suuuuuuuuuure you did~

Oscar: (Turns Back to Emerald) I'm serious! I stopped reading the very moment Ruby came over here!

Ruby: (Hugs Oscar in an Over Dramatic Fashion) It's true!~ His sweet, precious innocence would've been tarnished completely if I haven't arrived in time~

Oscar: See? She said it herself. Please don't tell Nora and the others about this, I am begging you.

Emerald: (Grabs her Chin) Hmmmmmmm....I suppose I can keep my mouth shut over this, IF you give me some chocolates in return~

Oscar: (Gives Emerald a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Seriously? Can't you trick-or-treat for some yourself like the rest of us?

Emerald: Nope. Too old.

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes) More like lazy......

Emerald: NOOOOORA!~ PYRRHAAAA!~ GUESS WHAT OSCAR'S READI-

Oscar: Alright, alright, fine! You can have all of my chocolates. Except for the bars. I'm saving them for Nora.

Emerald: Hmm...A chocolate bar does sound scrumptious right about now~

Oscar: What did I JUST SAY-

Emerald: NORA-

Oscar: OKAY, OKAY!! You can have one, that's it!!

Pyrrha: (Opens the Front Door From the Inside) Oscar, is everything okay out here?

Oscar: (Immediately Turns his Head to Nora with a Slightly Awkward Smile on his Face) Y-Yeah, yeah. I'm doing good, Pyrrha. Promise. I love you!

Pyrrha: (Hearts Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) I love you more, sweetie!~ (Turns to Emerald with a Pout) You're not bullying my baby tonight, are you Sustrai?

Emerald: Don't worry, Pyrrha. I ain't messing with him. You have my word.

Pyrrha: Hmmmmmm.......Alright. If you say so. Are you all waiting for a few more people to arrive?

Ruby: Yep! Just the Schnee Sibs. They should be in the neighborhood by now.

Pyrrha: Well, let me know if you all need anything for the time being. And Emerald- (Puts on a More Serious Glare at the Girl in Pink Hair) I'm watching you. (Has Two of her Fingers Pointing at Her Eyes Before Pointing Them at Emerald as She Slowly Closes the Door)

'Door Close'

Emerald: (Puts on a More Satisfied Smile on her Face) Well, with that out of the way, I'm more than happy that I did business with you, kiddo. Love you~

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes in Pure Annoyance) Uh-huh.

Emerald: (Turns to Neptune) Hey, Blue, wanna share a chocolate bar with me?

Neptune: (Smiles Brightly at Emerald) You know it!

Sun: Ooh! Can I have one too?

Emerald: Noope. The bar's only for Bue and I. You can have some of my regular chocolates instead

Sun: (Pumps his Fist in Rejoice) Yea.

Oscar: (Whispers to his Girlfriend) Ruby, if Emerald ever does end up with Neptune, annoy the ever living crap outta her about it.

Ruby: (Pumps her Fist in Rejoice) Yea!~

Weiss: (Walks Over to JNPRO'S Front Yard with Whitley, Dressed as Ino Yamanaka) Good Evening, everyone.

Ruby: (Smiles Brightly at her Best Friend's Arrival) Weiss, you made i- ('GAAAAASPS')

Emerald: (Starts Snickering Along with Sun and Neptune) Okay~ I know that's not who I think it is~

Oscar: (Tries his Hardest Not to Crack into Laughter) Is that really you in the green there, Whitley?

Whitley: (Already Has an Annoyed, Deadpinned Look on his Face, Dressed as The Handsomest Devil of the Leaf. Rock Lee) Who else would it be? I look ridiculous....

Weiss: (Gives Whitley a Reassuring Smile) Oh, don't be such a grouch, Whitley. I think you look wonderful in that costume of yours. Besides- (Playfully Pulls on her Baby Brother's Cheek While Smirking Teasingly at Him) Weren't YOU the one who said Rock Lee is one of your Top Ten Favorite Characters in All of Anime?~

Whitley: (Gets Even More Annoyed) Yes....I did, but I don't recall wanting to dress like him! His and Guy's fashion sense it's truly lacking...

Weiss: (Finally Let's Go of Whitley's Cheek) Yeah, well, too bad. Mother has spent all night crafting this costume just for you. (Raises an Eyebrow) You don't want to end breaking her heart with your distaste for it, do you?

Whitley's eyes starts to widen up as he imagine the possibility of breaking his poor mother's heart.

In Whitley's Self Conscious

Willow: I've spent all night making you this wonderful outfit for you....(Starts Tearing Up) ('Sniff') And you've hated it this entire time? (Covers her Eyes in Shame) What kind of mother am I to disappoint her baby boi!?~ (Starts Crying in Despair)

Back to Reality

Whitley: (Frantically Shakes his Head Back to Reality Before Sighing in Defeat) No. I refuse to have her shed anymore tears in her eyes, due to my selfnes- (Notices Ruby Happily Jumping Up and Down, Staring at her Before Raising an Eyebrow in Confusion) Can I help you-

Ruby: MY YOUTH STUDENTTTT!~ (Happily and Tearfully Pulls Whitley into a Tight Hug)

Whitley: (Taken Aback by the Sudden Hug) What in the world are you babbling on about, Rose!? (Comically Glares at Ruby) And why are you even hugging me to begin with, let go!! (Tries Breaking Free From the Bear Hug, to Little No Prevail Whatsoever)

Ruby: I've always knew you have a heart, but the selfless you display this evening was more than enough to move your own teach to literal tears!~

Whitley: Of all the insolent- (Turns to Oscar) Oscar! What is going on with that dolt of a girlfriend of yours!?

Oscar: (Already has His Scroll Out and Taking Pictures Like Everyone Else) She's just playing her role as Might Ruby for a bit, don't worry about it.

Whitley: Might Ruby- (Notices the Costume Ruby's Wearing Before Putting on a Deadpinned Look Again) ('Sigh') Of course.

Ruby: Now then. (Points Towards the Sunset in the Distance) Tonight, let's race ourselves to the sunset and get as many delicious candies we can get, in the Spirit of Youth!~

Whitley: ('Hmph') (Crosses his Arms) You can race yourself if want. I have enough running around the block for one year.

Ruby: (Smiles Brightly) That's cool. I can give you a piggyback ride instead.

Whitley: Yes, well- (Eyes Widened Again) Wait. I beg your pardon?- W-WOAH! (Suddenly Gets Pull and Got on Ruby's Back) What the scalops!!?

Ruby: Better hold on tight, Whit. (Gets into Running Position) Cause here we..........

Whitley: (Starts Feaeing for his Life) Nonononononononono-

Ruby: GO!~

Without any rhyme or warning, Whitley let out a more fearful scream as Might Ruby uses her semblance to zooms across the neighborhood in high speed.

Sun: (Watches Chaos Ensures Along with Everyone Who're Still Present) And they are off without a bang.

Neptune: (Turns to Weiss) You think your little bro will be okay out there?

Weiss: (Simply Nodded) I believe so. He's gotten more toughest than he looks these days. (Notices Neptune Holding Something) What kind of book is that you're holding?

Emerald: That Make-Out Tactic Book Oscar's been reading.

Oscar: Emerald!!

Emerald: (Casually Shrugs) Oops~

Weiss: (Let's Out a Surprised Gasps Before Giving Oscar a Sisterly Pout) Oscar Everlynn Pines! Why on earth were you reading smut!?

Oscar: (Facepalms Himself) Oh my freaking god-

Happy Birthday, Ruby Rose and Happy Halloween to All!!

@bestpony666

@decibelcoatl

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@maripr

@oscarpineprotectionsquad

@caleb13frede

[terabyteturtle]

Why is it that every time I join a new fandom, I end up falling for the traumatized assholes?

Or most kinds of assholes, really. I keep a wide variety of them in the fictional crush section.

[deaththesyd]

You Bruise Prettier

Kisame/Reader (Female Reader) 1k<, Rated T

Summary: “You’re beautiful, Minnow. I have no clue why you let me do this with you.”

Her soft hand strokes down his, wrapping gently around his wrist and tugging it to her lips. “Because,” she kisses his palm sweetly, “I think you’re damn sexy.”

@aug-kissed 2024 week 3 prompts: Frantic kisses, Using Tongue, and Hickeys!

Soft plush lips are captured by his, chapped and dry. Each noise they make is swallowed as they stubbornly refuse to part, denying themselves breath for the respite of each other. Blood beads from her tongue, carelessly sliced on his teeth in their passion. The taste of her has him in a frenzy. Large calloused hands tug at her clothes, and it’s only then that they part, gasping for breath, rushing to refresh their lungs in the moment it takes to rid her of her shirt. Tugged over her head and tossed into the darkened room with little care for where it may land, a piece of the barrier between them is gone, and their lips clash together again, teeth clacking together painfully. No pain they give to each other is unwelcomed.

Releasing her fingers from where they had tightly wound their way in his hair, her hands travelled down the back of his neck, to his shoulders, his chest, stomach, and finally dipped under the hem of his shirt to tease at his skin. Their lips part with greedy breaths, and his shirt cannot be discarded any faster, flung into a dark corner to join the other. Instead of a return to their ravenous makeout session he’s pressed backwards, and though her strength couldn’t move him if he didn’t allow it, he hasn’t been able to deny her of anything ever.

With her hovering above him like this, he has the room to fully appreciate the mess he’s made of her so far. Panting above him, hair mussed and tangled, pupils dilated, lips puffy and swollen from his rough treatment of them. ‘ She’s stunning’ .