#those two guys from naruto but it's not those two guys

[akemi-snow]

KakaIru + Those Four Guys From Naruto

I'll assume you've seen the original versions with the canon couples. (I'd link it but have no idea what the OG really is). Now it's the gae version.

[notkakashihatake]

It'd be less gay if they just kissed on the mouth

[alfheimr]

some hearts☺

[kakashislvt]

Gonna start charging them rent for living in my damn head. It’s getting too crowded up there.

[x-emeraldsky-x]

Prompt - Only One Bed

Shikamaru groaned lightly as he walked to the village gate. Per Hokage's orders, he was tasked with housing one of the Hidden Sand's Jounin for a week, and as much of a drag it was, he was grateful only his father was home for the duration. He loved his mother dearly, but he had no intentions of hearing any talk, whether it was about dating, marriage or sex.

The very thought of bringing a woman to his mother shook him to his core, especially a woman like Temari. Temari was very forward, and often she'd lack a filter for the things she'd say. His mother quite easily took offense to things, and Temari's "I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck" nature was surely a horrible mix.

As the gate neared he tried to push his exhaustion away. Temari was a woman in high power, and despite what his younger self would think, Shikamaru respected her quite a lot. It was important to him to look professional in front of her.

Temari was a very intelligent woman. Often her battle strategies had led Sunagakure strongly, she was an amazing leader. Authoritive, but still caring towards the soldiers of Suna. She also showed great skill when it came to puzzles and boardgames, she was one of the few people to come close to beating him competitively. Her dedication to protecting her family was also quite admirable; always rushing in to defend her brothers, even when they were strong enough to do it themselves. She was so full of love, and balanced her work and home life well. Shikamaru admired her strengths greatly.

A light burn on his cheeks brought him out of his thoughts, whether it was a blush or the sun, he wasn't sure, but Temari's voice began to creep to his ears. He had to focus now.

Temari stood talking to a couple guards at the gate, the two that often teased Shikamaru for his apparent "obvious crush", Izumo and Kotetsu. Dreading the embarrassment, he waited for her to finish talking before approaching so they didn't have to stay long.

He muttered a small greeting, ignoring the shit-eating grins from the men beside him, and turned to Temari.

Her eyes carried dark circles, clearly tired from her travels. She had a tendency to get careless and do the whole trip on one nights sleep and a nap, and while Shikamaru found it troublesome, it was the perfect excuse to get home faster.

"Oh! There's the little love bird. It's such a shame he always keeps you waiting. It's already late afternoon!"

"Yeah! Come on, Shikamaru. Have some mercy on the poor girl, she's already stuck with you~"

Temari shook her head, half waving to them while walking off. The two said their goodbyes, and after Shikamaru glared at the them for their immaturity, he started to lead Temari across town.

They went their typical route, passing shops with their keepers trying to draw Temari in with their wears, kids dancing and playing together on the path, and all the usual Shinobi and Kunoichi making their way to their posts. It was relaxing in the only way your hometown could bring, and although Temari wasn't from Konoha, he could see her enjoying it too.

She watched the busy streets with a soft smile, the same smile she gives to her brothers, full of love and admiration. There was a sadness in her eyes, though. The sadness of growing up, or more so, watching your family grow up. Shikamaru didn't understand how it felt, but maybe one day he would.

As the sun began to set, they arrived at the house. Loud talking and slight shouting rustled the walls. Shikamaru groaned, recognising the voices, and slid open the door.

"I'm home, father... and Chouza and Inoichi."

The three men turned to them, raising their glasses and laughing. While Shikamaru and Temari stepped inside and removed their sandals, the room was filled with tipsy greetings.

"Welcome home, son. And, uh... who's your friend?"

"She's uhm, a Jounin. From Suna. She's staying here for a week."

Temari looked around while Shikamaru spoke with his father, grimacing at the smell of alcohol as she passed by. Family photos and clan symbols lined the walls. It was far more cozy than her home at Suna. With both her and Kankuro on missions, and Gaara as the Kazekage, it was practically unlived in.

Bits and pieces of conversation filtered in through her focus, Shikamaru arguing with the three men about their relationship. In a way, it reminded her of her own parents during their love, commenting on any boy she showed interest in and teasing her about crushes. None the less, what Shikamaru said was true. They weren't together, and while she was an adult and he was still 16, they wouldn't be until many years have passed.

Eventually, Shikamaru got fed up with their banter and lead Temari to his bedroom, where she would be staying throughout the trip. It was a small room with a simple double bed, very little furniture inhabited it aside from necessities. It had a door leading to a private bathroom as well.

Exhausted and quite gross from her travels, Temari decided to hit the showers while Shikamaru prepared the room better. Fluffing the pillows and making sure nothing vulgar was out in the open; he was a boy in his late teenage years of course. When he was done, he sat and waited for her on the bed.

The sound of running water covered the loud three man party in the living room, Shikamaru was rather surprised that Ino and Chouji weren't there was well. Usually if one generation of "Ino-Shika-Chou" was present, the other would be too. Maybe his father took pity on him and decided just three people teasing him was enough.

Around five minutes had passed before the water shut off, and Shikamaru prepared to take one himself. The door opened and after one final look around the room, he had a realisation.

"Where are you gonna sleep, Mr. Crybaby?"

He didn't have another place to sleep.

Shikamaru's face began to flush from embarrassment. How did he not plan this out better? He felt like an idiot. Temari's laughter didn't help either.

"I didn't plan this right."

"Clearly," Temari snorted. "But it's fine. I'll sleep on the floor, I have a sleeping bag."

Shikamaru watched her unfurl it, stopping her before she laid down. Temari raised her eyebrow, unimpressed by the contact.

"No. You've had too big of a walk to be sleeping on the floor. Take the bed."

Temari moved her body from his, crossing her arms and looking down at him. It wasn't much of a tactic to intimidate him, only to show her displeasure, but it was affective in both.

"I'm not taking your bed from you."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes, both just as stubborn as the other, before Temari gave up.

"Look, if it's that important to you, lets just share the bed. Put pillows in the middle."

Shikamaru grumbled lightly. While he did respected her greatly, she was quite a troublesome person. He swallowed his pride and accepted.

The rest of the evening went smoothly from then on. Shikamaru gathered some food for them while Temari took the time to relax; stretching and easing the tension in her muscles. Shikamaru's matress was soft. It sunk in beneath her weight quite a bit, constantly making the pillow wall fall apart, but it was worth the annoyance after the past few days.

Shikamaru came back with a simple meal. With how fast it came, Temari guessed it was premade. Shikamaru didn't seem like the type to cook, quickly or good, but food was food in the end.

While they ate, Shikamaru looked at Temari closely for the first time since he met with her. She was only wearing a bra and long pants, a good portion of her skin showing, and the most odd thing, she had her hair tied into two rather than four. Her skin looked rough and damaged from wear he sat, he was willing to bet it'd feel just the same, and her body had many healed scars from training and battle. He had heard how harsh Suna's training was, he wondered how many scars were from village people and how many were from enemies.

"Whatdya staring at?"

Shikamaru turned away embarrassed. "Nothing... sorry."

She laughed and shook her head, finishing her food before lying down again.

"You apologise too much."

Shikamaru ate in silence, trying to keep his eyes to himself. She was right in a sense, he apologised a lot when it came to her, something about her nature made him want to, even if it was any other person he'd just shrug it off. Deep down, he knew his father was right. Izumo and Kotetsu too. Naruto, Asuma, Chouza and Inoichi. They were all right. He loved her, he just wasn't ready to admit it.

Temari tossed and turned for a bit trying to get comfortable, settling for laying in her side. Back facing him. Part of him wanted to pull the blanket over her, another part wanted her to hold him close. He settled for taking care of the dishes, trying to pull his mind away from his feelings.

When he returned, snoring had filled the room. Temari's position much more sloppy then when he had left. It was unladylike, but still beautiful. Shikamaru smiled softly, the muscles in his face straining when he tried to stop.

Turning off the light, he crawled into the bed beside her, her body out of sight with the pillows dividing them but the feeling of her body remained. The bed was more comfortable, more warm, and more cozy with her in it, and he quietly wished she could be there longer than a week.

Shikamaru's eyes grew heavy with the warmth, the sound of her snoring made him feel oddly at ease. Usually he hated noise when he was trying to sleep, but there was something about Temari that made it tolerable. She made him feel safe, protected, at home. It was easy to fall asleep by her side.

In the morning, he was sure she'll find a way around sharing a bed, but for now, he'd enjoy her comfort while he could.

[earthgrudgefear]

[jvnart]

All the best naruto fics have izumo and kotestsu like this

If they aren't a judgy, gay peanut gallery, I don't want it.

[pinkprincessert]

Fan doodle dump to get out of my system

[chewbokachoi]

i wish you would write a fic where THEY ACTUALLY KISSED ANYONE. EVER. HOW LONG CAN THIS GO ON?!

Okay I was nice and CHOSE COMPLACENCY INSTEAD OF CHAOS

or tried--

Started off as a bit of a song challenge to "After Hours" by We Are Scientsits - enjoy below the cut!

It wasn't the Night Before the fight that would determine the fate of the world–but it was close. Kotetsu could feel it in the air. The weeks leading up to the big battle, he could still feel it. He was young yet he had lived through more than enough crisis to know when something was going to happen.

Izumo had too.

They were on their way home, stopping by one stall after the next–everything was open a little later these days as if the village itself knew something was going to happen.

Kotetsu could feel the words bubbling but enough sense told him to not actually say it.

Izumo glanced at him and gave the smallest of smiles.

"We should sit somewhere," Izumo said.

Kotetsu stretched and yawned. "Yeah probably a good idea."

Izumo turned and Kotetsu followed. It was the village of trees and there were plenty, but some were better than others. Eventually Izumo found the one he wanted and sat between its roots–there was enough room for Kotetsu. 

Kotetsu didn't realize how close they were until he sat down.

"It's not too cold," Izumo mumbled as he rested his head on Kotetsu's shoulder

Kotetsu felt a shiver down his spine. He swallowed. Despite the terror that loomed over their future, something felt so right about how they were. The way Izumo seemed to fold perfectly against him, and how relaxed he looked and how steady his breathing was already becoming–

"I wish this could be forever," Izumo mumbled.

"Huh?" Kotetsu blinked, tearing his eyes from Izumo's lips.

Izumo shifted and looked up at Kotetsu. "That we could sit here like this."

Kotetsu swallowed. "Really?" He said, feeling slow and stupid. As if nothing good could happen in the tension that held the world in place. 

But not just the world–time itself.

Izumo's eyes were locked on Kotetsu's. He nodded. "The night is perfect. Even if we don't know what will happen next week or next month…" he glanced down–but not that far down.

Kotetsu moved so he was facing Izumo. It was still a cramped fit between the roots, but somehow it was more comfortable. As if Izumo could somehow fit more perfectly against him.

"No matter what," Izumo's hands slid to Kotetsu's–he could feel the blades of grass between their fingers. "You'll fight to get out alive, right?"

"Of course–"

"And you won't do something stupid?"

"Izumo what are you–"

"You've almost died before. Too many times." Izumo said with a rare crack in his voice. Kotetsu couldn't remember the last time he had ever heard it. But before he could rack his brains for the last time he saw that, his focus was yanked back to the present by Izumo's grip on his hand. "Promise me you won't do  that this time, when the final battle comes," he said. Despite the intensity, Izumo's gaze had not returned to meet Kotetsu's.

"Uh," Kotetsu felt his heart pound. How it wasn't waking anyone who managed to fall asleep, he wasn't sure. "Izumo, I mean, we both know–"

Izumo's hand relaxed around Kotetsu's. But instead of pulling away, what Kotetsu had feared, it began to move up Kotetsu's arm. "I know," Izumo said. "But given everything that's happened, maybe just this once something good could happen." He was sitting up, now level with Kotetsu. His hands rested on Kotetsu's shoulders, and his eyes still not meeting Kotetsu's.

Kotetsu could feel Izumo's breath, light and hesitant against his own lips as he let himself be pulled forward. Closing his eyes, Kotetsu could see Izumo do the same as their lips met.

The world felt like a clock striking a long awaited hour. It may as well have frozen, useless now.

Kotetsu wrapped his arms around Izumo; he felt Izumo's hands shift and hold tight, never wanting to let go. It didn't matter what could happen now–Kotetsu always knew he could never leave Izumo's side, but this sealed it. Their fates were one in the same now.

Izumo pulled back. Their hands had moved, Izumo's now cradling Kotetsu's face and Kotetsu cradling Izumo's.

"I'll go wherever you go," Kotetsu breathed. "But you have to promise me the same thing."

Izumo pulled Kotetsu close again. "I can do that," he whispered, his lips finding Kotetsu's again.

[orcelito]

I'm at the painful "confession" scene during the kage summit arc. It really is so emotional, but also... hm.

When I was younger, like 13 or so, I was a big Sakura and Naruto shipper. They were the first pairing I read fanfic for even. And in a way, I do still enjoy the two of them together... but it's moments like these that really drive home the fact that it Doesn't really work in canon. Not the way that it's set up.

As Sakura puts it, "Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke! That's all you think about!"

She's told that Naruto has feelings for her and decides to use it to convince him to stop going after Sasuke. She does love him, but not in the way she's trying to confess. The love they share is one of comradery, not necessarily romantic. The love of two people who have gone through such pain together, and who have leaned on each other throughout it all. And the fact that she's turning around and saying she loves him "simply like everyone else", now... it's trivializing. And the fact that she's trying to convince him of this, the fact that she thinks she Can convince him of this, is pretty hurtful. They've come a long way from when they were kids, Naruto the goofball vying for her attention while she yelled at him for being stupid. Sakura respects Naruto so much more than before, and Naruto respects her too. So the fact that she's still doing this... She's desperate, really. She thinks the promise he made to her to bring Sasuke home is what's driving him to let himself be hurt over and over and over again in the pursuit and protection of Sasuke.

But she's wrong.

That may be part of it, but it's only part. Naruto wants Sasuke back for himself, too. He let himself be beat up to avoid selling him out. He chases after him with single minded determination. Sasuke is his entire drive to get stronger, to catch up, to bring him home. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke indeed.

As it is, Naruto knows she's lying to herself. And no matter what she says, he will keep going after Sasuke. Because that's just the person that Naruto is.

[akemi-snow]

t'was her desk

original scene

Tokubetsu + chunin squad shenanigans but make it The Office

also I'm not an artist, I'm tracing with the fabulous app kleki so don't judge me there just take the joke lmao

[notkakashihatake]

You're chūnin now! It's time to grow up.

[koolaidaddictedkid]

beach boyss☀️

[kakashislvt]

Can’t get enough of them in these uniforms

[everyhidan]

[stiles-wilkolak]

Rip Asuma Sarutobi, you would have had strong opinions on vaping 😭