@sacredwarrior88 asked: May I please request headcanons for Naruto, Shikamaru, and Gaara reacting to their girlfriend showing signs of PTSD after being kidnapped and tortured for days?
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mmmm I love the smell of angst in the morning. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Talk of PSTD, Anxiety attacks, and torture
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Naruto:
Waking up screaming was the biggest indicator to Naruto that you were having horrible bouts of PTSD from when you were kidnapped.
He felt startled and heartbroken for you and took you into his arms, trying to shield you from your nightmares and the horrors you've been through.
You'd be crying, inconsolable as he rocked you, whispering that everything is going to be alright.
Truthfully, he didn't know that.
"It hurts, everywhere hurts..." you'd say, tears dripping down your face.
Naruto would swipe them away, only for new ones to take their place.
"It's okay, you're okay. Here, in my arms, you'll never be hurt." He would tell you, his own breathing short and shallow, his heart shattering for you.
There wasn't a lot that Naruto could do, except be there for you.
He laid back down with you still in his arms and comforted you all night long until you finally fell back asleep.
And he didn't let go of you until morning rose.
He vowed then, to never let you go ever again.
Shikamaru:
Seeing you with a thousand-yard stare is all Shikamaru needed to know for him to act accordingly.
You were having an episode again.
They always frightened him. How you were somewhere when he was right there.
How it seemed like you weren't even breathing when you had them.
He took your hand in his as he looked out the window of the office building you both were in.
You flinched at his touch but didn't pull away.
He would notice the tears that threatened to fall and tighten his hold, moving closer to you.
"Where did you go?" he would ask in a tiny whisper. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat.
"To Hell," you replied, a thousand-yard stare falling over your face.
You describe to him the gruesome torture you were put through, the enemy looking for intel on Konoha. You wouldn't tell them anything but at a horrible cost.
You sanity.
It scared Shikamaru just how much you changed after that night. But he does his best to make sure you heal and never forget that he will always be by your side.
Gaara:
"My love, you haven't left the room in days."
You were curled up in your shared bed, the comforter covering your entire body.
"I don't want to, Gaara."
Gaara sighed, his soul breaking as he stared at your limp and lifeless form. He observed the dark shadows under your eyes, the dry cracks in your lips from lack of water, and how you just seemed that you could wither away at any minute.
He understood all too well what was happening.
PTSD was -- is -- something he still deals with on a daily basis.
What got him through it was family and friends.
So, he climbed into the bundle of blankets with you, taking you into his arms.
"Then, I suppose I'll just have to join you."
You broke down, clinging to him as you recalled the heinous acts that were done to you, a few of Gaara's own tears falling freely.
"I'm here for you, my love. I will always be here for you."
Sharks Among Minnows (Kisame Hoshigaki x Jinchuriki!Reader)
Synopsis: You were a deity among men, a shark among minnows, and Kisame wouldn’t be convinced otherwise.
Word Count: 1k
Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Shark Jinchuriki Spirit
Your team was returning from a set of sparring matches by the river when you sensed a familiar chakra output. You walked them to the gates before excusing yourself down the path and into the forest. You walked a reasonable distance away from the village, meandering as you did so, dragging a stick behind you and thinking about absentminded things as a presence fell into step next to you.
Although it wasn’t the subtlety that caused you to notice him, the shadow of the canopy above only darkened under Kisame’s form, seeming to eclipse you as you kept your eyes on the ground. You dragged your stick along, holding it out in front of you but reaching back so that the line trailed alongside you. You traced his moving shadow, tracking his movements without even looking at him.
“You seemed to be having a good time,” Kisame hummed, his voice a low, grumbly growl. To him, such a tone was conversational.
You were alone, just the sound of the forest around you, your boots on the ground, and your stick, which twitched back and forth like a needle on a polygraph.
“The water agrees with me,” you answered.
Kisame barked out a laugh, making a long-legged stride forward to cut you off, positioning himself just diagonally enough to block your way. The bandaged section of Samehada slid down over his shoulder, extending the hilt to that he could tilt your face toward him with the pommel.
You didn’t think you looked quite as shark-like as Kisame. You were, after all, not a member of the Hoshigaki yourself. But Kisame seemed to think so, and just like every other jinchuriki before you, your appearance began to morph to that of your spirit over time.
Unsettling beady eyes met unsettling beady eyes.
“The water certainly agrees with beasts such as ourselves,” he agreed, pushing the words out of his mouth with emphasis. He almost whispered them in reverent solidarity.
Your hand came up to rest on Samehada’s hilt, tilting the pommel down and away from your chin. The sword accepted you, purring in its wrappings as you held it over the fulcrum of Kisame’s shoulder.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than stalk me around the forest?” you muttered, circumventing Kisame’s large form entirely to continue on your way. The tip of your stick smacked against tree trunks as you went.
“I could kidnap you,” he suggested, the idea not entirely out of the question as he followed a short distance behind you.
“I suppose you could.” You bobbed your head at the thought before ultimately frowning. “But you won’t.”
“You caught me dead to rights!” Kisame barked out a thundering laugh. A flock of birds fled the canopy above.
You continued along, sunbeams thooting through the branches to speckle your way with golden light. The path you took was downtrodden. The air was just warm enough to make your skin feel clammy. It was why you’d paid a visit to the river earlier. The Land of Fire burned notoriously hot even in the cooler seasons.
“Makes me wonder why you stay with the Akatsuki,” you mused out loud, “I’m sure whoever it is you work for wouldn’t like you undermining the mission like this.”
“I’m tailing a fishing boat, that’s all it is,” Kisame said, his eyes narrowing the slightest bit as he regarded you with a sharp-toothed grin. “Makes me wonder why you waste your time on minnows.”
You stabbed the end of your stick through a fallen leaf. You held it up to your face to examine the color.
“I think you’re far too invested in these animal metaphors.” You frowned, stabbing your stick into another pile of leaves. You got two this time. You studied all three leaves together as you trudged up the hill.
You ignored the expression of disappointment that Kisame made behind you. “Modern shinobi culture has taken you away from tradition, Shark Spirit.” He watched from the bottom of the dirt and pebble hill.
You turned to glance over your shoulder, finding your footing on some exposed roots as you looked down toward him. The afternoon sun shone from behind your head, but the halo that burst from behind you wasn’t flattering. The blinding light washed your features out. It was harsh and unforgiving to Kisame’s highly attuned eyes, but he didn’t turn away, not to you.
“I’m not the spirit you heard tales about as a boy, Hoshigaki.” Your piercing stare was all that shone through the white sunbeams. You’d told him just as much before. Every time he sought you out, it was the same thing time and again. “I’m a shinobi, the same as you.”
“Oh, but you are,” Kisame insisted, reaching a hand out to grasp a fistful of the hem of your shirt. He didn’t pull, but rubbed the fabric between his fingers like you were a genjutsu he was desperately trying to make real. “And I’m the only one that sees it.” He dragged his eyes up your form to meet yours. Not lewd. Worshiping. “It makes me wonder why they’re not afraid of you.”
“Are you afraid of me?” you asked, looking down at him with lidded eyes and a neutral frown.
Kisame grinned, shaking his head. “Not at all,” he said, his voice riding a breathy laugh. “But the thing is—” His other hand grasped your sleeve. Kisame brought your hand onto his forearm, seeming to inspect you. “—my peers were always terrified of me… Not that I minded, you see.”
He stepped up the steep incline, both his hands now gripping different parts of your sleeve as if he were using you to climb higher. His slight laughs were breathless. Kisame stopped when he was at eye level with you, finding footholds in the dirt among the roots.
“I just don’t qui te understand why it’s not the same.”
He shook as he spoke, but his trembling wasn’t a sign of meekness. Rather, Kisame could barely restrain himself. Something sinister and dark lurked beneath the surface.
You were a deity among men, a shark among minnows, and Kisame wouldn’t be convinced otherwise.
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"Remember me" - Chapter 1 - Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Synopsis : Born in Konoha, [Y/N] wasn't necessarily known as the most impressive or powerful ninja, but rather for her kindness and compassion. She became like an older sister to Naruto and a loyal, faithful friend to many ninjas in Konoha. Without even realizing it, she had earned a special place in the heart of one particular ninja with grey hair. But everything changed the day the Third Hokage entrusted her with a mission from which she would not return unscathed.
Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Reader
If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.
Warnings : Violence, memory loss
Inspiration : Remember me - d4vd
Words : ~ 3000
A/N : Hello there ! Here's the first chapter of a new story for Kakashi. There'll be many chapters (i don't know how many yet) and i'll do the same one for Tenzo/Yamato if some are interested (with a similar first chapter, but the rest won't be the same). So I hope you'll like it ! Thank you all for the likes and reblog ! And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker.
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Long before Naruto left with Jiraiya, the Third Hokage entrusted you with a mission. A mission that, of course, you wouldn’t undertake alone, but whose duration was impossible to predict. A mission that wasn’t supposed to be particularly dangerous either, but it still worried the young ninja, who had asked you to decline it and stay in Konoha.
You and Naruto had known each other for a few years now, and a sort of sibling-like relationship had formed between you. You didn’t necessarily show it, but you cared for each other as if you were almost family. The young blonde deeply appreciated having someone by his side he could consider an older sister: because yes, you were much closer in age to his famous sensei Kakashi than to him.
On the day of your departure, Naruto couldn’t help but ask you to promise that you’d go to Ichiraku together upon your return. That you’d promise to come back as soon as possible and, of course, without a scratch. A promise you made without hesitation and one you hoped to keep.
Kakashi, on his end, with whom you had built a connection during your time in the Special Forces, also came to say a few words before you left. Your relationship with the Copy Ninja was quite peculiar. You were close yet distant, making it complex between the two of you and in the eyes of others. You had never really put words to what it meant, and it hadn’t seemed to bother either of you.
At least, until things began to change for you. You were afraid of not returning, not just for Naruto’s sake but also for Kakashi’s. Yet, the fear was drastically different for each, which led you to question how your relationship with him had evolved. The feelings you experienced at the thought of leaving without knowing when you’d return and see him again weren’t the same as those you had for your other friends—Kurenai, Iruka, or Asuma. Something had shifted within you, and you hadn’t had time to reflect on it before being assigned this new mission.
"Be careful, [Y/N]. You wouldn’t want to miss the promise you made to Naruto. And don’t forget, you also owe me a replacement for that Icha Icha volume you ruined during our last training session," the grey-haired ninja said, with a smile you could easily discern beneath his mask. You left with your team, giving them one last look and a wave. Kakashi didn’t take his eyes off you until you were out of sight.
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Crossing the Land of Wind had proven to be more arduous than expected. Whether due to the weather, unfortunate encounters, or other unforeseen events, it took you several weeks to reach its far edge. The team leader was the only one privy to the mission's details, and your task was to ensure their safe passage and protection. After finding the messenger, you set out again, this time for the Land of Earth. It was a particularly lengthy mission, but it seemed to be of critical importance to the Third Hokage, who had strongly emphasized its success at any cost. As for the contents of these messages? None of you had the slightest clue.
The journey through the various lands and the delivery of these messages ultimately took several months. You hadn’t faced any overwhelming challenges—just minor injuries, small delays, but nothing insurmountable. Nevertheless, the desire to return home grew stronger with each passing day. Every team member began to feel the absence of their loved ones, some even missing their children. As for you, you missed Naruto’s antics, the humor of your friends, and… the Copy Ninja, but for reasons that had become much harder to define.
It was during the final leg of your journey that these new feelings surfaced most clearly.
In the Land of Lightning, things took a turn for the worse. While crossing the vast expanse of rocks and mountains at night, you encountered a group of ninjas whose origins and true intentions you couldn’t discern. Everything happened far too quickly for you to fully grasp what was going on. A confrontation broke out, and the team leader made the decision to prioritize delivering the message, splitting the group in two.
This left you with just one teammate to try to hold off the enemies and buy time for the other two to escape.
The opponents didn’t seem particularly strong, but fighting at night clearly put you at a disadvantage. Fatigue began to take its toll, likely contributing to the event that would change everything for you.
As you saw several shurikens speeding toward your teammate, you decided to deflect them with your kunai to prevent him from being injured while fighting one of the attackers. What you failed to notice, however, was the unstable ground beneath your feet. Perhaps it was a combination of exhaustion, an unstable surface, and a strike from one of the enemies that caused you to begin a long fall from the rock where you had been standing. Without fully understanding what was happening, you desperately tried to grab hold of something—but it was futile. Your head struck a rock, and everything suddenly went black.
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After spending more than a year and a half on the mission and successfully completing it, the team leader and the member who had accompanied them set out to search for the two ninjas they had left behind in the Land of Lightning.
It didn’t take them long to find their first comrade, who had been taken in by the Hidden Cloud Village, where they were treated and waiting for the team’s return. As for you, however, the story was different.
They found no trace of you—only your headband, which did little to encourage their search given its poor condition. They spent several weeks in Kumo, hoping to uncover information or even the faintest clue about your status or whereabouts, but their efforts turned up nothing.
Eventually, they returned to Konoha, disheartened, but determined to deliver their report to the Hokage and hand over your headband. Yet, much had changed since their departure.
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"The mission is complete, Lady Hokage. All the messages have been delivered."
Tsunade carefully observed the ninjas standing before her.
"However, we couldn’t find [Y/N]. Only her headband was recovered. We don’t know if she’s dead or missing."
After uttering these words, the ninja lowered their head and placed the headband on the Hokage’s desk. Tsunade furrowed her brow slightly before picking up the object and examining it closely.
"Tell me everything about this mission," she said, her gaze still fixed on the damaged headband.
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"We’ll probably run out of firewood tonight. I’ll go fetch some."
The elderly woman standing beside you gave a faint smile and nodded. She was preparing one of her famous soups, a recipe you now knew by heart. Its aroma always brought you comfort, especially in the winter.
Dressing warmly to head outside, you opened the door and carefully closed it behind you, letting out a sigh. The cold was so biting that you hurried to gather the wood and return inside. It was a ritual you had carried out every winter for the past two years, and to you, it felt as though you had never known anything else. In truth, you weren’t even sure if you had known anything else.
Everything was hazy—you remembered nothing beyond these moments spent in the little house nestled deep in the forest. How had you ended up there? Where had you come from? Why did it seem as though you couldn’t recall anything from before this home?
Poor Yubaba didn’t seem to know any more than you did. She would simply tell you that you asked too many questions whenever you embarked on this inner quest about your past. She’d say that everything would come back to you one day, but for now, your mind and body needed rest.
And you didn’t understand those words either. Why would you need rest? Was it tied to the headaches you frequently experienced?
Taking a deep breath, you firmly grasped the bundle of wood before stepping back inside the house. You placed it in front of the large fireplace that illuminated the modest living room where the old woman spent most of her time.
"This should be enough for tonight. But I’ll have to chop more for tomorrow," you said.
She turned to you gently, lifting the large pot and carrying it over to the table.
"Take off that heavy coat, Fubuki, and come warm yourself up and eat. It’ll do you good. Don’t forget your tea—it’ll help with your pain."
Nodding, you finally shed your warm layers, returning to your usual attire, and sat down at the table. Fubuki. It sounded strange, almost like it wasn’t real. Like everything around you.
And yet, how could you truly question the only things you knew when the rest of your existence was nothing but a massive void?
"Thank you for the meal, Yubaba," you said softly.
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"So, how did the training go? Did it pay off?" Tsunade asked, seated at her desk.
"You really think we’d have come back if we hadn’t made any progress?" Jiraiya retorted, hands on his hips.
"We’ll see about that," she shot back, before Naruto jumped in with questions.
Kakashi was outside, seated near the window. Book in hand, he was quietly listening to the conversation inside. Naruto was back, and while the Copy Ninja was glad to see his student again, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease at the possibility of a certain topic coming up.
Tsunade had informed him months earlier that your team had returned from its mission. While Kakashi hadn’t shown it openly, he had been eager to see you again. The unpleasant news of your absence had shaken him more than he let on. Something deep inside him had stung sharply when the Hokage mentioned your damaged headband, accompanied by a lack of any additional clues—no body, no clear information about your fate.
He had stayed silent, though his face betrayed more than he intended. The Hokage hadn’t known what else to say and had simply expressed hope: the absence of a body might mean you were still alive, somewhere. And that one day, you might find your way back to Konoha.
Kakashi hadn’t responded. Instead, he abruptly changed the subject, redirecting the conversation to Naruto’s return and what lay ahead. The abruptness of his shift had startled Tsunade, but she didn’t push him further. She could tell he had emotionally shut himself off, erecting a barrier around him that might take time to dismantle. While she had tried to offer hope for your return, even she was unsure if there was anything left to hope for after so much time had passed.
"Well, Naruto, you’ve certainly grown," the silver-haired ninja remarked as Naruto leaned through the window, looking for him.
"And you haven’t changed a bit!" Naruto shot back.
With that, Naruto vaulted through the window. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a copy of the book that always seemed to brighten his sensei’s day.
"I’ve got a present for you, Kakashi-sensei!"
Shaking with surprise and joy, Kakashi accepted the book from his student under the watchful eyes of Sakura, Tsunade, and Jiraiya.
"By the way, do you know where I can find [Y/N]? It’s been so long! I’ve got a gift for her too!"
Kakashi’s gaze froze on the book in his hands. He took a moment to compose himself, considering how to respond.
Sensing that the conversation might take an unpleasant turn, Tsunade stepped in.
"She’s on a mission. She’ll be back soon, Naruto. For now, I believe you have plans with Kakashi."
Kakashi let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes briefly.
"I’ll be waiting for you at Training Ground 3. See you later," he said before disappearing.
Naruto turned to the Hokage, stepping back into the room with a questioning look.
"Do you know exactly when she’ll be back? She promised me ramen at Ichiraku!"
"Maybe we should head to the training ground, don’t you think, Naruto? You’ll see her when she gets back," Sakura chimed in with a soft smile, trying to steer him away from further questions.
"Fine, I guess. Anyway, Kakashi-sensei is probably already devouring his book—did you see his face?!"
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After the young ninjas left the room, Jiraiya stepped closer to Tsunade.
"Was she killed on the mission?" he asked bluntly.
"We don’t know yet. But I’m not sure it would be good for Naruto to know about the situation right now, especially since he’s just come back. Let him settle in first."
"I’m not so sure he’ll appreciate you keeping this from him. I only saw her briefly before leaving with Naruto, but he cares about her deeply."
"He’s not the only one. But I don’t think he’s ready to hear the truth just yet."
Jiraiya sighed and lowered his gaze. Glancing outside for a brief moment, he turned his attention back to the Hokage.
"The Anbu will eventually find her—or figure out what happened to her," Tsunade said firmly.
The ninja let out a small sound of surprise before smiling.
"I see. You haven’t given up. Who knows about this?"
"No one, aside from the Anbu team assigned to the search. It’s better that way."
"And Kakashi?"
A brief silence hung in the air before she replied.
"Kakashi doesn’t know either."
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Months had passed, and Yubaba’s health had continued to deteriorate. The herbal treatments she made herself no longer seemed to be enough, and no matter what, she refused to see a doctor or go to a village to seek treatment. Despite your attempts to convince her to go to Kumo, she stubbornly insisted that it was pointless and that it would pass on its own.
The day she could no longer even get out of bed, you decided, despite her protests, to take her to the Kumo hospital in one last hope of helping her.
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After long hours of walking, you had finally arrived at the Hidden Cloud Village. Thanks to some passersby, you were able to get the old woman to a safe place so she could receive care. The doctors informed you that it would take some time, and that it was best for you to return in a few hours while they did what was necessary.
This is how you found yourself wandering through the village, exploring the area as if you had never seen anything like it. It was pleasant to walk around in a place with other faces besides Yubaba's, to discover new places outside of the forest you knew by heart. But the noise of the passersby gave you a headache, and you would sometimes grit your teeth when sudden bursts of pain hit you.
After a few hours of wandering, you made your way towards the hospital. Night was beginning to fall, and there were fewer and fewer people outside. The small street you were walking through was particularly quiet and empty, which reminded you of the calm of Yubaba's little house.
But this calm only lasted for a brief moment.
“[Y/N]?”
The name you heard seemed to resonate inside you, but you didn't stop walking, simply furrowing your brows slightly.
Your progress was halted when two figures suddenly dropped down from the rooftops and positioned themselves in front of you.
Ninja uniforms, definitely, with a mask on each face. Exactly the same outfit. You stopped dead in your tracks, opening your mouth slightly as if to protest, before turning your head to see if you could retrace your steps. But two other figures had just landed as well, blocking your way.
“I don’t know what you want from me, but I have nothing on me,” you said, your gaze filled with concern as you slowly raised your hands in front of you.
The two figures facing you exchanged a glance before looking back at you.
“You don’t recognize us, [Y/N]?” one of them asked.
You couldn’t even identify who had asked the question, as fear was starting to rise within you.
“You must be mistaken... I’m not [Y/N]...”
“We’ve been searching for you for months.”
“I... Why? I’m just here to care for the woman I live with. I don’t know what you want, but I don’t know you.”
One of the two ninjas facing you leaned toward his colleague to whisper a few words before turning back to you.
“Did you desert? And Naruto?”
The headache was intensifying, and emotions were surging inside you, though you didn’t really understand why.
“I... I don’t understand... What are you...?”
Your vision was starting to darken, and breathing became more and more difficult. You began to feel an icy chill in your chest as the figures in front of you became increasingly blurry.
Before you could finish your sentence or find your words again, everything went black.
Pairing: Shikamaru 〣 Choji 〣 Shino 〣 Naruto 〣 Kankuro 〣 Kiba
Plot: Some random relationship headcanons, reader is gender neutral as possible
Word Count: 3,087
Read Time: 11 minutes, 14 seconds
Warnings: N/A | Please notify if needed in ask format
「 Misc. HC’s 」
Nara, Shikamaru
☀ It’s already known he would be the best nap buddy. But you know what’s even better? Is he willingly, and I mean willingly! Stays up for you when you need him or want him to. (Although he’d much rather wrap himself in a blanket with you and call it a day.)
But yeah. That five hour long play you want to go to? He’s up and paying attention the WHOLE damn time. Maybe complains a little, but he’s up! You need a study buddy? Well yeah- duh, he’s gonna help you with it. Though he will probably request a kiss here and there as payment though. Sparring partner? Also yes. Although he’ll try to end the session faster just so he can reap the reward of cuddling sooner.
☀ He is faithful but uh- he still does quite a bit of rubbernecking out in those streets. Man has eyes and he will be looking. Won’t touch the displays. So that is something if you’re wondering.
He doesn’t feel very bad about it either because he doesn’t think much of it- and why should he if that’s all he’s doing. It’s not like he’s his old man who was actively partaking in his window shopping.
☀ When he first introduces you to his parents his mom is excited. Finally someone other than the Nara men she had be dealing with for so long! Not that she doesn’t love them that is. But when he sees how you and her interact he knows he made a good choice in calling you his.
Which just inflates his already giant ego more.
☀ He doesn’t talk about it, nor does his own father, but he does have a mild form of depression. It sneaks up on him and he doesn’t ever know what to do with it or himself. In fact it makes him more down trotted since he knows how to handle or do so much else. What he does know is that when he’s in this slump and you are beside him. He will have his face in your chest (even if you don’t have much), a hand interlocking fingers with you, and a quiet breath.
In short you are a peace for him during the storm. Allowing him a momentary retrieve.
"Tsk.” Shikamaru was ready for the session to be over with already. He wanted to curl up into a ball with you in bed. Yet here he was, bent over the kotatsu table with you, helping you study for this irritating exam. He knew you didn’t really need his help even though you insisted on it. Glancing up with his charcoal black eyes, Shikamaru looked at you and sighed. He didn’t want to admit it, he liked that you wanted him around so bad- made him feel needed even if it was for something so benign. That small smile creeping up on his face that he didn’t even notice until he could feel the dimples form against his cheek.
Akimichi, Choji
☀ He would ditch spending time with Shikamaru to hang out with you if he could. Like he likes his best friend, but you? Opfh, he loves the fact you indulge in him for all that he is and could be.
☀ Yeah sure he loves to eat and cook with you-- but do you know what else he likes to do with you? Video Games, man has bought so many co-op games just to play them with you! When you two are both able to you’ll usually end up having at least one date night that consists of all game playing! Mixed with popcorn and sodas and also a dedicated wind down movie session for when the games get too heated or you guys get burnt out. Either way you usually end it at that.
☀ He likes working with his hands. Likes being able to mess with things physically. That’s why when he finds out there’s a pottery class he takes it up and makes you some cups, plates, and little knickknacks. If you have a favorite animal he’s making it, favorite color(s) will be used as paints, like plants? Babe guess what you got a new pot! Cooking? Man be building you plates and what not.
Let him show you he loves you with whatever he can build.
☀ Please let this man do your hair. Please, oh PLEASE, let him do your hair, (If you have any that is.) You won’t be disappointed at all with the magic he can weave. Man can do all kinds of braids and styles like it’s second nature! It kind of goes along with the whole- working with his hands thing.
If you got curls (Such as 4C hair for example of this) he will give you some of the best hair care he can. When it’s time to wash out those curls, man is right there either to keep you company or to do the washing for you. He’ll wash them, dry them, and even willingly stand around for those long hours putting them into box braids. He’s committed to doing them right and does still try to be nice about it.
If you often wear scarves/hijabs he’s going to try and learn how to knot and tie them into some faux hairstyles. He thinks he almost has a faux mohawk style down- but it’s still rather messy. But he does try!
If you sport facial hair. Man is also going to help your trim and care for that too! He’ll help you scrub your face, put in that beard oil, and brush out any knots you might have! Plus he’ll help braid them to boot!
If you don’t have hair then that’s also alright. Man will instead help you with your facial routines and scalp care. (If you shave it, he doesn’t get a single nick on your head that’ s how dedicated he is!) You’ll be delighted at the care he does with putting your lotion on your face. He will sneak a kiss in though.
☀ If it’s raining he’ll try to focus on putting the umbrella on you even if you insist that he keep it on him. He doesn’t care if he gets a cold from it, he just wants you to be covered.
Besides, if he gets sick maybe you’ll take care of him.
☀ If you want to give him a treat that isn’t food related then a back massage would do best for him. You’d be surprised by how tense his muscles can get.
"AH! Y/N! Guess what!” Choji announces as he practically bursts through the front door with a bright eyed smile. Holding a delicately wrapped boxed to his side, bow and all. Only to present it to you like a child on their birthday receiving a gift themselves. “Go on! Open it! Take a look!” Practically beside himself with joy as he watches you take it from him. As if seeing you happy made him happy.
Aburame, Shino
☀ He takes his time with introducing his partner(s) to his friends and family. He wants to be secure in knowing that whoever he’s bringing around will actually stick around. So if you meet his father in a proper introduction at home with the dinner and everything. Just know, he is very serious about you and he would hope you feel the same way too.
☀ Will usually seek you out to have lunch with you when he’s able. He likes having his meals with you so you two can talk about the recent events of the day and unwind a little before getting back to it. Although if either of you are unable to, due to schedule conflicts or what not. He’ll ultimately send one of his insects to just hang around you- with your knowledge of course.
He finds tracking his partner without their knowledge to be quite a disrespectful thing to do. You should trust your partner after all.
☀ He isn’t the type to argue even with his petty instincts kicking in. He’ll only actively argue with you if the stakes are high and even then he’ll try his best not to let it get to him. He loves you and wants to handle things like adults.
☀ He will suggest you two do a class of some sort together! Just to have more quality time together despite any busy schedules either of you may have. Personally he’ll point out a sewing, knitting, or possibly some jewelry making. Just because that’s something you two could easily do at home as well! Not only that, if you do decide to make jewelry together you could always gift each other something to wear. Something you can keep on you to always know the other is there for you even when your thousands of miles apart.
☀ While he isn’t much for PDA (Public displays of affection) he still tries to keep a hand on you. This usually is touching the small of your back or hooking his pinky with yours. It’s stealthy and easy to hide, something that could be brushed off.
This isn’t to say he’s embarrassed of you, he just get’s flustered easily when other’s point out his soft spot. Which is you.
Sitting under the umbrella covered garden table set, Shino fixed his usually closely held sunglasses onto his face. He was just enjoying the warmth of the spring sun on his, unusually, exposed skin. Allowing you to see the traces and trails of the small almost invisible scars of his body. It almost distracted you from noticing what was in his hands. A needle and thread, looping some beads together. The beads were in a colorful array with flowers and beetles. Looking up from his creation he caught your eyes. Smirking at you from the side of his closed lips.
Uzumaki Naruto
☀ As we know the boy is actually good about taking care of plants! One could even say it’s a hobby of his! But what they don’t know is how many he grows just to gift to his partner. Yes, yes he grows his own favorites too. But if he knows his partner has a particular favorite- well then he is going to be growing a few bundles of them in his small apart. Just so he can have a piece of them around when they’re not available and something to gift them later when they come by.
Although your smile is far more than enough of a reward for him to take in return.
☀ He’s a board game man and no one can convince me otherwise. Y’all got a closet full of them and come every Thursday night when you are both at home in the village you two will play. Sometimes you invite friends, other times it’s just you and him. It doesn’t really matter what you play together! He’s just happy to be with you.
☀ Yes, when he was younger he wasn’t the best at keeping tidy. But as he’s gotten older he’s gotten much better about it. Especially when he found out that you had a particular scent you liked to smell. It might be a little pricey but he’s going to grab the candle or the fabric softener, whatever it is.
Though admittedly the first time he does this he might have gone overboard and nearly knocked himself out from the singular smell taking up the small, cramped space. After that he tried to keep it to one thing at a time. Changes it from item to item or space to space.
☀ Out of the Konoha boys Naruto is the best dancer. He knows how to move his body in tune with a beat. Combo that with his talk no jutsu and one could say he is a smooth criminal on that dance floor.
”Oooiii!” Blonde hair on end as he straightened his back out, arms crossed behind his head pulling his grey tee-shirt above his midriff only to fall and hide that golden trail once more. He had been sitting there on the cold hard floor. Papers scattered all over the small table before him. “Can’t we go get Ichiraku now? My eyes are about to fall out from all this stupid paper work.” He groaned, only to perk up and lean into the hand that found it’s way into his hair. Maybe it wasn’t so bad if it meant some affection.
Kankuro
☀ Please let this man do your makeup. (If you do wear any of course. If you don’t, he’ll probably ask you at some point to let him try and put some on you. For practice reasons of course.) PLEASE. He’ll be so delighted, and chaotic, when you finally let him attempt it.
☀ He doesn’t look it but he is the type to find a copy of your favorite book and read it. In private of course. He doesn’t let you in on the fact that he now owns a copy, that he’s read every line that he could over and over again until he memorized it completely.
You won’t know it until he’s slipped in a line you yourself know by heart.
☀ Will puppy dog eye you with love when you’re not looking. He doesn’t even notice it. But he falls in love with you a bit more and more the longer you’re together. He’s the guy that will realize after YEARS of being with you that he loves you. That as time has passed as you two are holding hands as you walk through the market place it suddenly hits him how much you really do mean to him.
☀ While he’s not the marrying type his life and yours would be completely enwrapped in one another’s without the legality of it all. What is his is now yours. What is yours is his. You need not worry about his loyalty as he is all yours.
Now if it’s that important to you he will propose and you’ll have the whole wedding and cake and what not. But just know. He doesn't want or need some silly paper to let you or others know he’s yours and you’re his. He just needs you in his home to share the good moments, the bad, and any others you’re willing to share.
But also take note, his puppet will be in the front row somewhere.
☀ He likes to kiss the back of your neck when you sleep. A soft smile on his lips as he enjoys the feeling of you stirring underneath his hands. Something about the quiet of the room and you in his arms makes him so at peace. He can honestly say in those moments that he must’ve done something good to deserve you.
Kankuro tossed the water that pooled in his hands up and onto his face. Clearing up the debris of now shaven facial hair off with the leftover shaving cream he had applied earlier. Once down he grabbed the maroon colored hand towel, patting his face dry and further wiping anything off to ensure a clean canvas for his toxic face paint. “Hey dork! Hun’! BABY!” He shouted across the apartment to garner their attention. His head peaking out from the bathroom door frame to see them do the same from the living room. A look of bemusement written all over as his lips spread wide into a grin. “Chicken butt.” He snorted as they rolled their eyes and went back to what they were doing.
Inuzuka, Kiba
☀ When he brought you home to officially meet his mom and sister. The man, well boy to them, tried so damn hard to tell them not to embarrass him in front of you. Practically threatened them not to do or say anything because he didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of you.
They both chuckled and agreed.
But what did he do when he brought you in? Tripped up over his own two feet and actually fell face first into a wet kibble bowl. Man is his own circus. But ultimately he is your clown.
☀ He’s a little insecure at times so watch out when he does get jealous. Because it’s a flip flop from being wildly accusative to wholeheartedly distant. Although if he see’s someone trying to hit on you. He’ll rush up right behind you, wrap an arm around you, and make it known that you and him are a serious thing.
He knows it’s not attractive of him to do this. He’s gotten better about it the longer your relationship has gone on. It’s just that deep unsettling gut feeling he gets that maybe you’ll up and leave him without even a single note.
Once they’re gone he becomes somber but quickly tries to pull it off by acting like the hot-headed idiot you love. He just doesn’t want to lose you.
☀ If he was a dog breed he would be a German Shepard, fierce and loyal but one of the more dramatic breeds out of the K-9 family.
☀ He and you will be getting matching necklaces. He needs it like the ring on your finger you’ll eventually be getting. Because, one might be shocked, he actually does want to settle down. Will he force you to have a wedding? Not at all, but he will be a bit heartbroken over it.
It’s a big celebration of you two being together and officially tying your families into one after all.
So if marriage isn’t for you he will at least ask you to wear a necklace of the Inuzuka clan marking.
"But babe!” The Inuzuka whined as he gripped his partner’s middle close to his face. Rubbing his nose into their clothes, catching their scent as he inhaled deeply and let out a loud disrupting huff. “Tsk,” His tongue clicked to his roof with an aggravated toss of his head onto their lap. Loosening his hold on them with a dramatic flair as he slipped onto the ground next to Akamaru. Who was none too please with his partner’s antics. “I want to go with you, what if someone tries to hit on you and whose gonna make you laugh like I do?” Kiba was being ever the silly dramatic at their friend’s night out. Not meaning any of it in a toxic manner, but more so to make his love chuckle.
Author Notes: Well I haven’t written anything in a hot moment, but here’s some headcanons I’ve had in my drafts for a while. If something needs to be tagged let me know! Anyways, please enjoy!
I saw that the list of fandoms included Naruto and got me excited <33
Could I request the letter R from the fluff alphabet for Might Gai?
Thank you in advance! 🥰
And hope your event will be successful!
Aaaahhh Mirka, I am so happy to get some Naruto in!! I have been getting back into it (especially since I will be getting a Naruto tattoo on the 2nd of November), so I am very happy to indulge in some more writings! Enjoy <3
2nd person. GN reader. No warnings, just fluff.
R - Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Oh Guy is SUPER romantic, almost obnoxiously so. When he is in love, he pours in all he has, much like he does with anything in life. He cares a lot about interpersonal relationship, and as his partner, you are firmly at the top of those relationships and he will give you no chance to ever forget it.
His romance is found in the little things, checking in, getting your favorite food, remembering all your favorites to surprise you at any given time (sometimes you’re sure he knows you better than you know yourself, it’s very impressive).
But his romance is also found in grander gestures, especially on special days, like your birthday and anniversaries, but even some random occasions. Leave it to Guy to find an occasion to celebrate even in the most mundane moments. Rest assured that the most flamboyant declarations of love come from your boyfriend. He will paint your initials right next to the Hokage rock if he feels like that’s the appropriate thing to do.
The entire village knows of your relationship because of his antics and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Love is one of the most beautiful things there is and it should be celebrated. Expect loads of his ‘challenges’ to be dedicated to you, especially when he breaks yet another one of his records.
This is part of my AB(C)-Day event! Click here to join!
Summary: Naruto has finally return from his three-year training with Jiraiya, but his mom is just nowhere to be found.
This is based on my mother-Figure! Reader x Naruto head cannons. I’m not very used to writing in this format, so let me know if you prefer the bullet points or this! Also, slight spoilers to the actual show if you haven’t fully watched it or don’t know who Naruto’s parents are. This isn't proof-read or anything so there may be errors.
Word Count: 884
Konoha was quite peaceful after the neighborhood troublemaker had left to train with the sage. There was of course a teary goodbye between Naruto and the person who practically raised him, so when Naruto returned, of course he would want to see his mother, which seemed to be an impossible task. Since his return in the early morning, he has seen everyone, but Iruka and his mother and he was starting to get frustrated when everyone he asked said “(Y/N) is probably with Iruka, they are always together these days.” Which was even more frustrating because he was sure news of his return has already reached your ears and should be waiting for him with open arms.
Out in the surrounding forest completely unaware of Naruto’s return was the female in question wearing long pale-yellow sundress that complemented your (S/T) with your hair in a low bun and a couple strands framing your face. Next to you was the brunette ninja with the scar across his face in his typical ninja clothing setting up the picnic for their lunch date. You and Iruka have been together for almost two years before Naruto’s return and on the path to get married if Iruka manned up. “Sweetheart, have I told you that dress look amazing?” Iruka says as he finishes setting up the picnic and sitting down so that he is looking up. You blush softly and smiled, “Yes, at least 10 times already.” You rolled your eyes and joined the ninja before helping him pull out some of the food out of the basket. The food consisted of two bento boxes that consisted of 2 tuna rice balls, mozzarella and tomato skewers, and a fruit salad and a bottle of sake for the two to share. This was a common occurrence every week that the two would go out to lunch together and spend the entire afternoon together basking in the rare quiet moments.
You looked down at your food, picking at it before saying, “Naruto should be back soon.”
Iruka nods, “Yea, he should. I know he is going to be so excited to see you and take all your time away from me!” He pouts lightly. You laugh lightly and raise your eyebrow looking at Iruka, “Are you jealous of Naruto?” You teasingly ask while setting your bento down ready to tackle to the man in front of you. He blushed heavily at the inclination of being jealous of Naruto, “Maybe I am. Afterall he got to spend all those years with you uninterrupted!” He crosses his arms and pouts theatrically. You smile widely laughing before, you suddenly charged at him and tackling him to the ground. His hand instinctively grabbed at your waist.
“Now, Now, is this not uninterrupted time with me?” you asked smugly as you get closer to his face. Iruka started to stutter out an answer before you decided to save him from his embarrassment by kissing him. Your soft lips slowly caress his slightly chapped lips in a rhythmic dance. Before he could even process you were kissing him, you pulled away with a smile and looked into his brown irises which only showed love and devotion to you. He leaned back in giving you a proper kiss and his hand tighten around your waist before pulling you back into to him to deepen the kiss unaware of the approaching blonde who realized that neither of you were in the village!
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY MOM- YA KNOW”
You both jolted away from the sudden voice, wide-eyed and dark blushes covering both of your faces. You looked towards the voice and gasped with tears brimming in your (e/c) eyes as you stare at Naruto unable to process that he was home. The resemblance to your brother was uncanny and Minato’s name almost slipped out instead of Naruto. You stood up and rushed to the young blonde placing your hands on his cheeks to really ground yourself back into reality. “Naruto…” Tears starting to fall as you caress his face before pulling him into yourself for a bone crushing hug. “Phat doesn’t uhnswer my queshion. Mphat were you shoing wit Iruka-shenshi?” You sighed and pulling his face away from you, “Can we talk about that later?” Naruto shakes his head and Iruka comes up behind the two resting his hand in the small of your back. You and Iruka had a silent conversation, before turning to Naruto.
“Well Naruto… With your permission, I would like to continue seeing (Y/N).” Iruka asks even though knowing no matter what Naruto said, you two would continue to see each other.
“Well, aren’t you seeing her right now! - ya know!” You both sighed, “Naruto, Me and Iruka are dating. We have been for the past two years.” The look of shock and betrayal on his face was evident as he looked between the two of you.
“WHAAAAA” Iruka and you flinched at his tone as Naruto leaves your embrace still in shock at the sudden news. “Me and you are goanna have a talk” Naruto said pointing between him and Iruka. Iruka nodded at Naruto declaration and laughed a little.
I guess Iruka would have wait to ask you to marry him as he feels the box in his pocket.
@nakunakunomi asked:
Oh Lale, I am humbly and nervously shuffling into your askbox. Your writings are a true delight and never fail to make me smile, and with your multifandom box opening I just had to dig into my brainstorms and pick something out. Can I ask for something (any format that works best for you) with Itachi and a super clumsy /and chaotic reader? Reader can be fem or genderneutral. They try and organize / prep dates and surprises, but end up hurting themselves (never too bad), spoiling their own surprises, accidentally setting something on fire... just shenanigans all over the place, but all with the best intentions. Thank you so much already for your consideration! If you have any additional questions, or you need to bonk me over the head cause i forgot something, you know where to find me. I hope you have a lovely time writing!
a/n: Hazel! i'm gonna melt into a puddle from your sweet words, thank you so much! you don't understand how excited i was when i read your request, it was right up my alley, hehe. writing this made me fall a bit for Itachi (Uchiha harem when), and i hope i did your request justice! i always get a little nervous when writing a char i've never written before.
word count: 831
“Does it hurt?”
Itachi holds your hands in his, his kind eyes studying the cuts and blisters on your fingers before he carefully wraps them in band-aids and gauze. Thanks to the soothing balm he applied (and his gentle touch), you aren’t really in pain anymore, but the guilt of almost burning down the kitchen still weighs heavy on your chest. Once you’re all patched up, Itachi helps you down from the kitchen counter you were sitting on and wraps his arms around you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Both of you let out a long sigh.
“I’m sorry for worrying you”, you mumble and close your eyes for a moment, inhaling his familiar scent while he embraces you. Your fingers run lightly over his back, as if to reassure him that everything’s alright. Itachi laughs quietly and shakes his head.
“Maybe no kitchen experiments that involve open fire before you had coffee in the morning, hm?”, he teases and places a small kiss on your forehead. Itachi knows you were planning a sweet surprise for him before he had to leave the house; and he’s not mad, he just can’t help but worry because of your clumsiness. He saw you trip over your own feet more often than when he taught his baby brother how to walk, and your talent to set things on fire made him wonder if you had some Uchiha blood running through your veins, because surely this wasn’t just some Katon no Jutsu?
“I wanted to prepare you a bento for today’s mission so you’ll think of me”, you pout slightly and hide your face against his chest. This way you also don’t have to face the pile of dirty dishes in the sink and the half-burnt bento box that you left too close to the stove while you went out in the garden to grab some fresh herbs. Luckily Itachi, light sleeper that he is, had woken up prior from the sound of plates clattering downstairs (and your hushed curses when you cut yourself again) and was quick to put out the small fire when it got suspiciously quiet again in the kitchen.
“Oh, darling”, Itachi sighs. “Look at me.”
With a finger under your chin he slowly lifts your head up, making you look him in the eyes. His gaze was warm and gentle, and you could see all the love Itachi held for you in his heart. It’s as if your name was written all over his heart walls, leaving no room for doubt that you were the only one for him. If only he could carry you with him in the safety of his heart, then maybe you wouldn’t end up clumsily hurting yourself over and over again–his heart was already ablaze for you, anyway.
“I’m never not thinking about you”, he mumbles before pressing a small kiss on your lips, leaving you yearning for more. His voice is low and husky and one hand is still holding your chin up, while his other pulls you closer against him by your hip; no room left between you. “Whether it’s about that sweet smile of yours”–another kiss–”or all the ways you call out my name”–one more kiss, this time deeper–”or when I get to kiss you again because I’m missing your lips on mine always.”
Itachi kisses down from your jaw to the side of your neck, making you melt under his touch and affection. He’s so tender with you; as if you’re the most delicate thing in the world. Sure, you might have tendencies to cause havoc with every step you take, but still–you’re the safest place for his whole heart. It’s you, always you. And if he’s gonna wrap you up in gauze and band-aids for the rest of his life, Itachi will happily do so, because it means you’re by his side and he can hold out a gentle hand to catch you, knowing you’ll always take it.
“Kiss me again, will you?”
And with kisses this sweet, no pain will linger for too long…
