#uzumki

[boltrise]

you weren’t entirely sure how to approach this situation . it was something to consider for quite some time , but you’ve never been good at putting things delicately . maybe there wasn’t a need for that at all ? 

this was why sarada helped you pick out a cake decorated to say ‘ i’m gay ‘ . it was the best solution the two of you could think of .

“ dad ? “ he was actually home for once . now was the best time to tell him . “ i got you a cake . “ / @uzumki​ .

[jcurncy]

plotted starter for @uzumki​

her grip on the bottle is loose, eyes gazing at the stars that can’t be seen. pucca and abyo were downstairs somewhere, almost certainly being corraled by garu to little avail. she felt bad leaving him with them alone, but she needed space to clear her head. just three days ago she’d seen the naruto uzumaki. she’d gotten to meet him again at his concert. the same naruto she’d liked from afar all through high school, who’d risen to rockstardom in the time since. so much had changed, and yet it seemed like nothing had at all.

there were two reasons she’d agreed to come. one was keeping a leash on her more impulsive friends. and the other. was a not-so-secret secret.

she’d heard he’d be here.

things got around easily when you live in such a small town, and even more so when the person behind it was famous. she has high hopes, but she tries not to let them crush her. then again, it wasn’t too late yet. there was plenty of time for him to arrive before she’d have to help garu cart off their drunken friends.

she hears footsteps behind her, someone joining her on the roof. she doesn’t look at first. “garu i’m sorry i’ll-” she turns as she speaks, needing to see garu for his response after all, and she nearly drops the beer bottle in her hand. it’s her first of the night, it’d be a shame if it went to waste that fast. “naruto,” his name is a breath, shocked from her system. “i’m s-sorry,” she stammers, turning red-faced as she meets his eyes. “clearly i thought you were someone else.”

[fatedefy]

                             @uzumki​  ♥’d    /  u  go  i  go  -  abra   

    CONTEMPLATIVE        countenance  statuesque  in  its  unyielding  perfection,    imperturbable  save  for  the  single  crease  beneath  narrowed  eyes  as  he  ruminates.    several  seconds  pass  before  lips  return  to  their  fullness  from  the  thin,   pensive  line  they  had  been  pressed  into,    parting  with  a  deep  intake  of  breath  before  he  shares  the  thought  which  seems  to  consume  him.       ‘   ──   as  this  world  makes  a  thousand  revolutions  I  keep  coming  to  the  conclusion  that  we  weren't  meant  to  walk  through  this  fire  alone.      ’        its  not  unlike  what  Naruto  had  been  telling  him  since  their  first  faithful  encounter,    only  now,    through  intensive  rationalization    (  and  the  wisdom  inherent  of  growing  into  adulthood  ),     Neji  finally  seems  to  understand.

[kyuubiheir]

↪     one liner starter     ━     @uzumki​​ !  *

“   guilt.      don’t know it,     but i’ve heard it can be a royal bitch.   ”

[fatedefy]

lyric starters  /  accepting ┊ @uzumki​​​​:       ‘ i don’t care what you say. the world looks beautiful today. ’

 PERSPECTIVE  SHIFTS         as  it  was  prone  to  with  Naruto  in  close  proximity.    Neji  might  never  stop  contemplating  the  enigma  of  their  bond  with  a  vague  sense  of  wonder;     how  deeply  a  single  phrase  rooted  in  Naruto’s  sunny  philosophy  could  displace  his  more  severe  judgement.      perpetually  stuck  in  the  vacuum  of  his  gravitational  pull,    perhaps  he  should  stop  picking  apart  the  ‘why’s  and  ‘how’s  of  it  and  simply  enjoy  the  fact  he  was  fortunate  enough  to  have  such  a  connection  in  the  first  place.   

wind  tussels  their  hair  as  he  turns  to  admire  the  way  sunlight  is  drawn  directly  to  Naruto’s  form;    rays  of  light  catching  fire  at  the  ends  of  his  hair  and  forming  a  halo  to  crown  him  with.     the  serenity  of  this  flaming  visage  coaxes  an  organic,   albeit  somewhat  begrudged,   smile  to  spread  implacable  lips;      there’s  a  longing  for  something   he  can’t  quite  put  his  finger  on  that  ignites  at  the  pit  of  him  while  gripped  in  Naruto’s  presence.          ‵     it  seems  i’ve  missed  the  true  essence  of  the  mundanity  which  surrounds  us  but  you  always  find  a  way  to  make  me  see  it  in  the  end.   ʹ  

[movedfistsbled]

@uzumki​                                                                                 liked.

last  time  he  had  seen  naruto  was         in    the    heat    of    battle         ,  it  was  such  a  tragedy  .  not  even  their  combined  passion  was  able  to  save  sasuke  .       he  was  heartbroken  to  hear  the  news  .       the  blonde  recieved  quite  a  few  grave  injuries  too  ,  lee  considered  himself  lucky  to  have  only  minor  injuries  .      after   .   .   .    all  that  happened  .                tsunade    nearly    killed    him    for    it    too                                      he’d  offer  his  comrade  a         bright    smile      ,  as  warm         &&         energetic  as  the  sun  itself  .                                                                   ❛            good    to    see   you        out      of      the      hospital        !!                  how    are    you    doing    ??         ❜

[jcurncy]

uzumki replied to your post “[does uzu.maki nar.uto know id die for him?]”

live for him...

[but living is hARD]

[gcldess]

❛ A day alone --- only that would be death. ❜ / @uzumki​​ / mysterious and spooky

                    a nod, quiet and understanding. she lifts her glass as if the words were a toast. death doesn’t scare her, not really  ---  only being forgotten. only being truly, achingly alone. she PANICS when abyo doesn’t answer her text messages within an hour, when garu won’t pick up his phone, when ching doesn’t come to visit. she likes herself. thinks she’s a good person. tries to be, anyway. still, to be alone? to listen to the echoing emptiness of her own thoughts? she is not that strong. she doesn’t think naruto is, either. doesn’t blame him for it.

                    she tips the glass back, swallows its entirety in a single gulp. “ i’m here. ” her voice is softer than usual in the wake of the sorrow he didn’t intend for her to hear. “ when the world burns, i’m here. ” she wouldn’t loneliness on her WORST enemy.