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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 3

a/n: yall i love seijoh so much like theyre my favorite school and my favorite boys and i know their names by heart and im just so SOFT for them !!!!!

also: yall will find out what other fandom ill be writing for in the future in this one

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

combined two anon requests:

- Could we get the boys reacting to finding out the seijoh manager is quite popular to both genders?? Maybe they over hear a confession?

- Why do I feel like half of the team would be all pouty when word comes around that a guy confessed to manager, the others would probably be annoyed/irritated. Oikawa being all bratty cause no matter what he tried,she never showed ant interest when he flirts. But now this boy comes alone ... (but like you said manager is too focused in school and the team)

MY HEART WAS RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST AND THROWN INTO A BLENDER WHEN I SAW THIS PART OR JUST WHEN SEIJOH LOST IN GENERAL BC MY BABIES WORKED SO HARD AAAAAAA

oof girl the world is ending

so basically,,,,,

the entire just magically knew about what happened earlier and yahaba’s theory of team telepathy really does work bc not even a minute after it happened, they all spammed you messages and next thing you knew, oikawa was naruto-ing down from the 3rd floor to your class in the first floor

tbh, they shouldve seen this coming yanno?

you were ridiculously pretty and you carried yourself w such elegance and grace that it just seemed to hypnotize everyone into stopping what they were doing and watched you in awe doing the most mundane things like walking or sitting

lmao couldnt be me

your confessions usually happened over letters bc either tol boys kunimi or kindaichi are usually around you at all times so theyre too scared to do anything

hence why your locker was always filled with envelopes yet no upfront public confessions

it ranged from upperclassmen and upperclasswomen who expressed their interest in you and wanted to date you and get to know you better

but tf you dont even know them and you werent about to date a whole stranger

this made the boys a little peeved because you were popular with both the boys and the gals so they were constantly on edge on who was talking to you

it was like having an oikawa 2.0 but not indulging them and pretending theyre not even there

like when you walk to class and sit down, they would flock over and offer you drinks and snacks but you either turned them down or just flat-out ignored them

maybe this was what fueled others on more

your reserved attitude and your refusals made it look like you were playing hard to get and it was almost like a game on who could win the heart of the princess of seijoh

this was proven really difficult because not only do they have your dismissals, you also had guard dogs at every corner and would bite their head off at the slight indication of an interaction

however,,,,

today,,,

this morning,,,,

at 7:53 AM,,,,

they saw you walking down the hallway with a purple-haired boy holding your bag and you giggling at what he was saying

um EXCUSE ME MAAM WHAT

EVERYONE HAS BEEN TRYING TO GAIN YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR MONTHS YET YOU ARE HERE INTERACTING WITH A MALE WHO NO ONE EVEN KNOWS

ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS A MALE WHO WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AND HE WASNT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM

!!!!!

and ofc, the boys would immediately know even though theyre spread all over the school

it was kyoken who saw you as he was leaning against your locker and his eyes narrowed before he secretly took a picture and sent it to yahaba, asking if there was a new guy who entered the team while he was away

when he replied with a panicked, ‘NO WHO IS THAT’

kyoken was already advancing to you

yahaba-san immediately sent the picture to the team group chat, that excluded you rood, and oikawa wasted no time and even pushed some fangirls so he could go to you

‘-and she destroyed my sheets’

you laughed at the story and hitoshi stared at you with awe in his eyes

how can someone laugh so beautifully?

like a snort should be considered ugly and gross but it was like cute little squeaks from you and he thought you were like a fairy

‘oh god, i wasnt-’

you were cut off with a hand that held your arm

you came face to face with the glaring face of one of your boys and you immediately turned to him in concern, immediately grasping an arm with the other hand on his cheek to look for any cuts

he rarely comes to you on a normal basis so you thought something was wrong

‘whats wrong, kyo-san? did you get into a fight? do you need me to patch you up?’

he didnt care what you were saying, instead heatedly glaring at this new guy, and grunted a response to agreeing with you going to the nurse

just anywhere to get you away from this,,,, stranger

‘toshi i have to-’

then you were cut off again

‘YYYYY/NNNNNNN-CHHHHHAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘OI SHITTYKAWA!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN!’

‘OIKAWA!’

‘CAPTAIN!’

from behind you, 5 tol looming figures were running towards you and next thing you knew, you were in the arms of your captain

‘oikawa-san! what are you doing?!’

oikawa held you tightly against his chest and had his arms tightly around your form to prevent you from being taken away

most of the volleyball team were now circling you and pointedly glaring at the poor boy who was so confused that he wasnt bothered by the death glares

‘oh, its you’

kunimi grumbled

‘kunimi, whats happening?’

hitoshi questioned

you fought away from the hold of oikawa and pushed mattsukawa and hanamaki to stand in front of shinsou hitoshi

‘so sorry about this, toshi. i’ll help you with your room later and ill text you when practice is finished, okay?’

you sheepishly smiled and he nodded, his own smile reassuring you

‘yep. ill see you later then’

‘bye’

you softly said and he turned to walk away

but as soon as he was out of sight, you turned around with a grim looking expression and your hands on your hips, a hard look in your eyes

‘boys, what was that?’

you gritted out

‘y/n-chan! don’t you see?! he was going to take you away! he was an intrude-OW!’

he yelped when you reached up and grabbed his ear before grabbing the other closest who was iwaizumi

they both whined and complained about the ear and slapped your hand but you didnt let up

‘he is a friend, oikawa-san. you have no right on who i can be friends and who i can hang out with because i still have a life outside the team!’

you scolded and the others hung their heads low like puppies

‘sorry, y/n-chan’

oikawa mumbled and iwaizumi also mumbled his apology so you let go of them, dusting off your hands

‘and the rest of you, hold back your captain and dont intimidate him like that!’

‘sorry’

you sighed but ruffled their hair before turning to go to class

‘now, be good boys and dont bother others like this again’

‘yes’

they chorused and you nodded, satisfied

‘ill hold you to it!’

you shouted as you walked down the hallway

when you turned a corner, oikawa grabbed kunimi by the arms

‘you know him, dont you? who is he? what class? address? mother’s name? father’s name? age-’

‘oi stop it, shittykawa’

but despite that, iwaizumi looked at the younger, expecting answers as well

kunimi sighed

‘thats shinsou hitoshi from class 1-3. we have gym together’

and ‘we’ was kunimi and you since you were both in the same class so you constantly saw this shinsou boy?

nuh uh, dont think so, francisco

from the looks of it, you were still single and there was a pining from shinso’s part, maybe yours they dont know

and they were going to do everything in their power to keep you away from him

this was excused to them as protecting their manager from someone else and they werent going to let you be taken by someone else

during practice, they grilled you over your relationship with him

‘i honestly dont know why this is your business but if you must know, his adoptive father, aizawa-san, is my mother’s co-worker and i usually catsit for them. dont worry, we’re not dating. just friends, that’s all’

but they know it wasnt just a friendship type of situation

so when the 4 third years saw you being confessed to by this ‘friend’ outside, they almost toppled out the window as they tried to listen to what was being said

‘shittykawa get off my back!’

‘nuh uh! i want to see clearly!’

‘everyone needs to know that code red is happening!’

yall what

mattsun took a picture and sent it to the gc about their princess being confessed to

no one replied, possibly too upset or too busy sulking

kyoken actually had to be excused outside bc he was glaring at everyone and everything and the teacher and students were so scared that they had to take him out of class

they were even more peeved when you just walked in like nothing happened

you didnt mention the confession to anyone else the whole day and when you entered the gym, it was very tense

the coaches even looked confused

‘did you guys fight?’

you questioned but no one answered

kunimi and kindaichi were playing with a ball and glaring at it as it hit the floor

the 2nd years yes including kyobabie were pouting to the side

the 3rd years looked annoyed and pissed off

overall just not seijoh babie vibes

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today🧚✨

‘hey’

you gently said and walked to the captain to figure out what was going on

‘oikawa-san, what happened?’

‘are you dating him now, y/n?’

the seriousness in his voice shocked you and you took a step back in surprise

your expression made him think that you did accept the confession and he scoffed before walking away and doing a jump serve that sounded like a canon blasting

but you were actually confused and surprised that they even knew bc you were sure it was a secluded area where no one could see you

‘dating,,,? dating who?’

you asked to them and the 3rd years just knitted their eyebrows

‘dont play coy, y/n-chan’

oikawa hissed

‘no matter how many times i flirted or asked you on dates, you never said yes. never agreed or even showed a little bit of interest. on me!! your captain!!! but now!!! this little grape boy comes along and you suddenly start dating just because he has cats! what kinda bias is this?!’

he started ranting and whining and being a brat that you pinched his nose shut

‘oi, oikawa-san, are you jumping to conclusions again? first the hickey accident and now this?’

he made a whining noise for you to let go and rubbed his nose when you finally let go

you turned around to face the others and you sighed, massaging your temples

‘everyone, who spread this misunderstanding?’

no one pointed to anyone but their gazes settled on the thick eyebrow boy that you were sure wouldnt have ratted you out

a noise of surprise and betrayal escaped from you as mattsun quickly scrambled to get everyone to stop staring at him

‘MATTSUN-SAN! YOU-!’

you pointed at him and mattsun rushed forward to grab your hands before holding them close to his chest

‘y/n-chan, we just saw you when we were passing! it was makki who wanted to tell the others!’

the betrayal made iwa laugh but makki ran up to kick mattsun to the side

‘youre the one who committed the deed! i was merely suggesting it! it was iwaizumi who wanted to watch them first!’

‘IWA-SAN!’

you gasped at the normally chill third year and you didnt expect him to be the one who started it first

iwa panicked and held his hands out cautiously

‘y/n-chan, understand that i was just worried and i didnt want you to be outside by yourself after what happened, okay? i didnt know he was confessing to you’

you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose tightly

‘again! whoever and whatever happens in my love life is my business! mine! and only mine! you cannot control it and get angry at ME because i do want a boyfriend and i do want to experience dating bc i want to know how it feels to be loved like that! so i wont let a bunch of children stop me from having that!’

the third years shared a look before they they gave up and nodded in defeat

but oikawa was the most offended

‘Y/N-CHAN! I ASK YOU ON DATES ALL THE TIME AND I ALWAYS OFFER TO GIVE YOU THAT LOVE SO WHY CAN’T IT BE ME?! WHAT DOES THAT GRAPE HUMANOID HAVE THAT I DONT?!’

he whined and stomped his foot after crossing his arms and a pout on his face

you shook your head, not even bothering to answer that, and went to the others

‘dont be mad and be upset, okay? i refused him bc i have no time for a relationship when im too busy looking after my own boys. i really dont want to add another’

kindaichi and yahaba’s face scrunched as they rushed forward to hug you

‘we thought you would leave us y/n-chan!’

‘stay as ours forever, okay?’

you were so relieved that they werent as aggressive as the oldests and gave each player their own favorite hugs

but you stopped in front of kyo, not really knowing how to hug him since youve never exactly showed any type of affection like that

so you were just awkwardly standing there with raised arms but he patted your head, you smiling and leaning more to his touch

‘hm, kyo-san, ya finally warming up to me?’

you teased but he scoffed, gently headbutting you with his forehead against yours

‘now, everyone! dont misunderstand and know that for as long as i will be a manager, i wont be in a relationship bc my time as a manager is too crucial since i would probably have to look after you so you dont get yourself to jail. a boyfriend is adding more boys in to that list and i dont want that. you will be my boys forever and i wont be taken from you so please trust on me and stop being so overprotective bc i wont give them the affection or wishes they want!’

oikawa teared up and was about to go trample you but he was held back

‘no! i want a hug! i want a family hug! cmon, iwa-chan!’

practice went by quickly but you demanded them to do 10 diving laps in punishment for all the misunderstandings theyve created

but they gladly did it bc it meant that you wont be taken from them and you would be theirs forever and their cute manager is going to pay attention to them and them only

i got serious yandere vibes from this but its so heartwarming that theyre so overprotective and lowkey you got yourself a harem

after practice, they all wanted to walk home with you but you told them that shinsou’s house was the other direction

‘y/n-chan! you said you wouldn’t-’

you rolled your eyes

‘oikawa-san, just because i refused that confession doesnt mean i will stop earning money. i still have to catsit for his family and earn my money!’

they only agreed when kyo said that he was walking that way too but they were still weary and jealous bc he got to spend more time with you than them

as you were both walking, you looked up at him

‘kyo-san, what type of hug do you like?’

‘hah?’

he looked down at you bc we short with wide eyes and flushed cheeks

you smiled and looked forward, skipping slightly

‘everyone in the team has their own special hugs. i want everyone to have one bc you all are individually special to me so-’

but he stopped walking and pulled arm before he lifted you up, making you squeak and wrap your legs around his waist

thank god you were wearing your tracksuit and not your skirt

‘k-kyo-san?’

bruh is it obv that kyoken is one of my favorite seijoh boys like bls love on him

he didnt want you to see his flustered expression bc he still has a reputation to uphold, yanno?

so he tucked it in your neck and you softly smiled before playing with the baby hairs at the base of his neck

‘you like this kind then, kyo-san? kinda aggressive but perfectly suits you, yanno?’

he just grunted and you laughed

he wasnt about to tell you that he liked holding you on his arms bc you were so tiny and so you that holding you like this makes him feel like he was protecting you and feel good about himself bc he gets to be the one who shields you from the world

yuhhhhh get it kyo

‘so yahaba-san told me that you got kicked out of class bc you scared the teacher and kids?’

you questioned and he left his spot on your neck and pulled his face back so you could clearly see his face

it was red and possibly flustered but you just snickered

he still held you by his strong arms so you were able to move your small hands to his face where he flinched at first but relaxed when you touched his cheeks

your fingers gently pulled the sides of his lips and you tilted your head to the side

‘you,,, look really handsome when you smile, kyo-san’

you whispered and he was so surprised that his tough mask fell and was replaced by wide eyes and his eyebrows rose up, the intimidating look disappearing from his eyes

‘i-i do?’

you bit your lip bc this was so different from the aggressive kyo you knew and you didnt expect this type of innocence that he just showed you

maybe he wasnt so innocent from the fights and arguments he has started or been in

but he was so innocent to soft touches and compliments bc he wasnt exposed to it, only used to the ones that were said due to the aura he exuded or his looks

‘yep, you do. so keep smiling for me, kay? dont have to be around the others or all the time, but i,,, want to see it sometimes’

he blinked at you but quickly went back to your neck to hide the big smile that was threatening to come out

you felt his lips move and you laughed

‘noooo! kyo-san!!! i want to see your smilee!!! dont hide it!!!’

but it was cut short when a familiar shout was heard from the other side of the street that was near the school

it seemed that oikawa was worried about you walking alone with kyoken so he followed you both with the other third years

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan!’

he shouted in betrayal

you were about to get away from kyo’s hold but he tightened his grip and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, still staring straight at the captain

‘mine’

again, do you know what happened next?

oikawa screamed

this was actually pretty funny to write bc wowza oikawa is so oikawa and hes just so oikawa-like, yanno? and im still simping over kyoken and shinsou is my ult fave in bnha and i really love him like ugghhhh :’)

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volturialice · 2 years

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Well, since everyone is sharing their experience with coming into twilight fandom, I will engage too, I suppose.

So, this story is short and dull, but so much excitement came into my humble life after, so.

I had never read the books, but was forced to watch all the twilight movies, for like 30+ times. Why, you ask? Well, because at the time, I was in the hotel where you could connect to wi-fi only in the lobby, and had just an old TV and one bed in the actual room. And I was there for, like 2-3 weeks? I was long ago, don’t quite remember. The thing is, my Ipod had only two Barbie movies and Twilight, Eclipse, and BD2 uploaded.

Why to the whole Saga? Bruh. Because I HATED “dummies don’t know how to use a condom” (even being, like, 12 yo) BD drama and wasn’t interested in Bella’s sulking et al ((and wholeheartedly had rejected (still do) Jasper’s ugly wig)) in NM. So, I re-watched the movies to the point I knew their dialogues, because its either that or Barbie the Mermaid for millionth time over.

And? Think what? Last year I had had read all goodies KakaSaku (Naruto) fandom can provide me with on AO3, and, like, what now? Oh, there comes, my shameful past. Wattpad. Jasper/OC. So, had had read, like, three fics that were, like, readable, and came to AO3. To discover more of this AliExpress-que class luxuries.😑 But, there came the divine intervention, there came my Truth. Its name was, YT recs.

Came across these two J/A @irrelevanttous’ edits on YT (J/A - Strange Birds & J/A - Alive) and, like, no joking, cried due to how beautiful its was, how absolutely MESMERISING it was.

And then, I like, “so, I need to read something about them”. So, back to AO3. But not to Jasper/OC section. Instead, J/A section. And there? There? @flowerslut and @goldeneyedgirl were there. My sleepless nights came there. And I like, holymolyshittiepolly, how do I never payed more attention to them?

[ Like, sure, Alice was my fav in the movies, and in NM and Eclipse they were the only ones I watched, and shipped, but like, in “they are sweet” way, no more. And because E/B and every other couple have NO CHEMISTRY, for me at least (I liked Rose, tho) in the movies. ]

So, I read this @goldeneyedgirl goodness, cried myself waterless because of how BEAUTIFUL Jalice is, when you think about it, CAME TO TUMBLR FOR THE FIRST TIME (being 18 yo, lol) just to follow @goldeneyedgirl, and everything her Sanctuary of A Blog has to offer, discovered the animal called #twilightrenaissance and, well, here goes the madness.

@flowerslut COTN which made me like “fuck canon, this is my canon” for some time.

yours “good politics”, which got me into historical!Jalice, which is usually not my cup of matcha latte.

@goldeneyedgirl fics/metas/everything (she is, like, THE GOD of Jalice characterisation for me, the gallons of tears I spent because of her creations, could make its own Sea) made me an addict to her stuff.

@jessicanjpa and @panlight meta dissertations, that I literally saved on my device, to analyse myself.

@forkscult and @twilightsaganetwork aesthetic heavens

@bastards-bitch and silenth works, that so indecently made me weep, from its beauty and glass both.

And then I read @gisellelx meta, and @therealvinelle, and like, is Edward was that crazy? (Bella’s meta didn’t surprise me that much, because I didn’t really liked her in the movies, and something about her passiveness at one setting, and martyr acts in the next, always irritated me). Need to find out.

So, welcome to hell, I read the books, crying and roaring at Bella’s narration, and cringing myself into 90 old wrinkles. And then, Midnight Sun. But no, thank you. I heard about/read some parts, and Im traumatised (I love the Jalice parts tho, expect those where Ed being an “im-superior-to-you jerk, passively-aggressively judging J , while seeing Alice as some sort of God-Send, tho a-lita-shallow” Creature😒) enough. These books are like a dissertation your teacher gives you on the “waste your characters and your world’s potential to its fullest” topic, but at the same time, its gives so much material to, cross over it and then re-think, that I actually isn’t sure, is SMeyer a genius which potential was buried under the layers of Mormon bull, or is she just, like, accidentally made something really engrossing, but her weird obsession with E/B didn’t let her see beyond.

But what the books gave me, is an understanding of how far the movies were from the truth, like, its has absolutely zero canon for me, except, maybe the first part, which aesthetics are so good for me, to this day. Even if the plot is meh.

And the source material sucks, I get it. But, its seemed like Twilight were a project of interest, and the stuff is, like, actually cared to make a movie about vamps, where following movies were like “so, this is your short version about whats happening, shoot”. Like, this ever-changing wigs. And awfully human looking everyone in BD, with childish fights in both Eclipse and BD2. Meh.

But, im rumbling myself out of the topic in question, sorry.

So, yeah. And here we are, where I cant get myself back into some other fandom, reading and re-reading Jalice every-time I come across something, and enjoying the depths of glorious hell that is Tumblr.

Thank you for coming to ma TED Talk.

wow wow this is like a who's who of excellent meta and fics!! you really put so much thought into telling your story and it's kind of amazing to see how many people's work helped or influenced or touched you—like, look at this guys, this is a full fandom Journey and it's completely glorious

also omg, being stuck with only twilight films on your ipod, what an S tier origin story! this was an incredible TED talk tysm for inviting me

#oh man even miriam's here! we miss her so much on the discord #on an unrelated note should i watch a barbie movie? what if I'm a forever sango stan who needs to hear kelly sheridan's voice sometimes #blog recs #asks #twilight reading experience tm asks

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feralcherry · 3 years

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Naruto takes that might enrage you (girl addition)

Warning, some of these takes might enrage you- that’s fine.

Fillers don’t count as canon, don’t even bring them up if you talk about this post lol. Also it’s been a while since I’ve seen the whole series, so some of these might be disproven as I continue with my rewatch. The excuse that Shounen is for boys is also very weak and holds no weight, as tons of girls (and nonbinary folk) relate to the characters in this show, so that doesn’t excuse Kishimoto for his weak writing of women.

To preface, I love this show. Love it to pieces. It was part of my childhood and holds a very special place in my heart. But there are some things I personally don’t like or wish could have been done better. I love every character and will go blue in the face talking about how much I still love this show. That doesn’t free it from my criticism. I’m also only listing what I don’t like and what I would change, though I’d be more than happy making a post about what I loved.

Let’s start off with my girl Sakura Haruno. She is easily the most hated girl in the series, and all because of how ‘weak’ or ‘annoying’ she is. As if that’s not the fault of Kishimoto himself lol. She was shoved off to the side continuously and never given cool storylines, unlike the other members of her team.

What I took issue with about Sakura:

-What were this girls dreams?? The whole reason she became a ninja was never really talked about nor were they really developed as time went on. She was all about Sasuke, which would be fine if she grew out of it. But no.

-Her crush on Sasuke was super stale. He was handsome and powerful, but what else was there to him? He was a jerk to her most of the time (there are some instances he’s somewhat kind to her, but if we go off canon, it’s not enough to make her deep love make sense). I think it would have been so much more interesting to see her grow out of her infatuation for him. If they had to have ended up together, watching them relearn each other and fall in love would have made them more compelling. She stayed loving a boy who thought very little of her.

-She’s pitted against her best friend and doesn’t develop much of a relationship with other girls her age. It’s kind of sad, and I think they should have fought over something other than a boy.

-We are told repeatedly that she’s super powerful by other characters, but she’s never given time to truly shine. She got like a single battle with Sasori and she deserved more cool moments like that!

-She was a healer, which makes perfect sense. But why is it mostly girls who are the healers? It’s a bit weird, when there’s also Neji with his perfect chakra control. She only has her healing abilities and her super strength; but even then someone like Kabuto has more offensive healing based techniques than her. Like his chakra scalpel.

What I would fix:

-New dreams. Show her find a dream outside of her team and grow into it. Also give her more of a backstory. Sai has more of a backstory than she does and he’s way newer than she is.

-I would let her fuck up one of the Peins instead of Konohomaru- she’s a main character and passed over for that little brat?? She should have gotten to do more than scream out for Naruto and heal people :/

-She her intellect a bit more. She’s so smart, and yet we don’t really see it.

-She’s perfect for genjutsu, Kakashi himself said so. So why not give that to her? Or play more with ninjutsu. She has earth and water on her chart, so why not give her those abilities? Maybe even wood jutsu to even her out with her super OP teammates. Idk how, it could have happened, this is a show full of demons and god like abilities, it could have happened someway.

-She should have grown out of Sasuke and not married a man who doesn’t really appreciate her and isn’t there for her at all.

-I would totally have expanded on Inner Sakura more. Imagine if it made her mind impenetrable? Could have woven that in with her skills for genjutsu and made her unaffected by other’s illusions.

Next, let’s go with a more beloved character of the fandom. Hinata. Now personally I don’t care much for her- she could have been so cool but just like Sakura, they kind of messed her up.

What I didn’t like about Hinata:

-Her entire existence is revolves around Naruto. Naruto this, Naruto that- and yet she simply sat back and watched as his life was shit and did nothing despite her ‘love’ for him. And then fillers/movies are added to show that oh wait! she’s been there this entire time!! no lol. Build her up from the start as his love interest at the very least.

-She stayed super meek the entire time. Shy girls are okay, but I wanted to see her grow into herself more and not need as much reassurance. She’s a ninja and should stand on her own two feet more.

-She’s less skilled then Neji and I would have loved to see her outmatch him at some point, even once. Or gain abilities outside of her clan, or do something that made a name for herself outside of being the heiress of the Hyuga.

-She never fixed her clan which was one of her few spoken goals. That was a huge bummer.

-I think it would have been cool to see her mess up Pein a little more. She only stepped in because it was Naruto, which reinforces that she’s only about him. But at least let her land a hit if she’s as powerful as people say she is.

-She makes the most sense to be a housewife or a healer with the way her attitude is but in Boruto, she’s kind of rewritten to be a ‘scary’ mother which just doesn’t fit her. Plus, she tells Boruto to go and take care of his dad?? Bro, that’s your child and your husband is the hokage.

What I’d fix:

-Prove her dad wrong and show him that her compassion isn’t a weakness but a strength.

-Fix the Hyuga clan bs.

-More character growth and showing more of her life away from Naruto. Her romance with him could also have been better. I hated her always watching him but never standing up for him, it kills me.

-Neij dying for her proved their clans hierarchy bs to be right and it just doesn’t make sense for him to die for her. It showed that he was right to feel caged and that he simply existed for the benefit of the Main family.

Now with the others, there’s much less I have to say about them because they aren’t main characters or the love interests.

Ino-

-Jealous of Sakura, no dreams of her own, stupidly loves Sasuke and for what? WHAT’S SO COOL ABOUT HIM?

-I like her growth for the most part, it was cool watching her fight in the War Arc with her team.

-Why is she the medical ninja? I never got that.

-She got with Sai but they didn’t really show their development and how they fell in love with each other. It’s like she only likes him because he looks like Sasuke and called her pretty once.

Tenten-

-Should have gotten to train with Tsunade at some point, since she was the one who originally idolized her.

-We know nothing about this girl at all. She doesn’t even have a last name.

-Her weapon usage was meant to be so cool and yet she missed so often- there’s a disconnect there. Her abilities could have been built up more. Imagine if no matter what she never ever missed. That would have been cool.

-Her weapon shop isn’t doing well. Just because it’s an era of peace doesn’t mean the need for weapons is totally over, not if there are still active ninja??

Karin-

-I actually like her, she’s kind of funny and I like that she’s mean even if she can get annoying.

-Again, another healer, though she’s also sensory which is more interesting. I’d like to see her with some jutsus though. That would have been neat.

-Her love for Sasuke makes sense since he saved her and smiled at her, making her think of him as her hero. And she’s the only one he apologizes to without Naruto strong arming him into it.

Temari-

-She’s pretty solid in my opinion. Though I would have loved to see her more without her brothers.

Konan-

-Her goals in life were to support Yahiko and Nagito’s dreams. It would irritate me so much if other girls in the series were more well rounded and din’t also have some sort of dream involving a boy.

-She was underused. I would have loved to see her fight more.

Tsunade-

-Only becomes hokage to support others dreams...All of them men. And then later passes the title onto Kakashi who doesn’t even want to be Hokage either.

-No other justus used, she’s on par with Jiraya and Orochimaru and yet she’s only super strong and the best medic. She should theoretically be more well rounded than that, right? She also should be shown fighting more even if she’s a medic, she’s also s legendary sannin

-Had to be saved by 12 year old Naruto. I know it’s a show about him, but she’s meant to be a literal badass but needs a kid to save her.

Kushina-

-Wanted to become the first woman hokage and then didn’t. Her husband did. and then she became a housewife?? What?? She should have become the first woman hokage with a badass husband or had another prominent role in the village like as a council member or something.

Kurenai-

-Always lost a fight? She’s some genjutsu using badass but always lost fights.

-No real personality, she’s just chilling there. Sexy as hell though. Has a kid and that’s about it.

-What I will give her is that I’m so glad she was allowed to age. So many anime mothers always look the same as their teenage self and she looks like she can be anybody's mama.

Over all, the girls could have been handled much better. I wouldn’t find issues with any of them being housewives or all about boys if that weren’t what seems to be the standard in the anime. I just wanted more of a variety and better character development, especially for Sakura and Hinata who are the mains 😩

Now to what might REALLY piss people off- ships! I’m not trying to start some war here, this is just my opinion and you can take it or leave it.

Sakura- Naruto, since they had the most development and showed more than two seconds of caring for each other. Even Sai in Shippuden has more of a connection to Sakura than Sasuke did.

Ino-Shikamaru, if she had to end up with a guy it makes sense it’d be him since they spend more time together than her and Sai did. (inosaku for the win tho)

Hinata-Shino or Kiba, again, because they spent more time with her. Naruto and her felt very rushed and I don’t quite understand the appeal.

The one that made the most sense and became canon was Shikatem, though their son’s design was lazy :D

If I do a second part, it’ll be about the boys and the ships with them that made sense to me. For now, this is all I have. If you’ve made it this far, thank you lol

byeee

#naruto #naruto meta #naruto girls #sakura haruno #hinata hyuga #tenten #temari #tsunade #ino yamanaka #konan

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cafeinthemoon · 4 years

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The Founders with s/o who's a civilian and has talent to people maneuvering 🗨

This was requested by @kaiseaya (thanks for it, dear 💜) and I found it very interesting to try and imagine how it would be for the Founders to have a s/o who, as a civilian, doesn’t have blatant, impressive power as them (shinobi), but has their ways to convince people of their views and make them collaborate: they are versed on the laws, bureaucracy, diplomacy and takes the advantage of social conventions to achieve their goals.

Not all warriors are ninjas, right? 😉

Fandom: Naruto | Founders

Symbols: 💗 | ◻ | ▶

Hashirama

He met you at a diplomatic meeting

Tobirama said that they attended it alongside the most capable representatives available, and you were one of them

At first he thought that meeting was going to be as boring as the many others in which he participated since he became the Hokage, so he didn’t think much about the people chosen by his brother. You know, he hated to deal with this things so he trusted Tobirama as he wouldn’t trust himself

Things were like this until it came your time to speak. Once he saw you in action, he became interested in you

He spent the whole meeting observing and thinking about you and your talents. Your speech, your intelligence and your knowledge could only be compared to the ones of few people he knew, including his brother

However, you had something nor he or anyone else had: the sensibility you used to put in your work. He noticed you had a deep understanding of the human emotions and behavior, and used this as an advantage besides your argumentation

In other people this trait of yours could be considered some sort of manipulation, but you were not this kind of person, and that was exactly what gathered Hashirama’s attention. You were never pretentious or disrespectful, and when things started to get tense you promptly acted to calm everyone’s moods. You used your power as a way to connect people, to intermediate communication between them and thus to bring peace 💜

It was something that he himself always tried to do, but his preference to use his heart to guide his actions instead of logic and technical knowledge took the best of him and he always ended up depending on his brother’s rationality. You, on the other hand, combined the best of the two sides

Someone who achieved the perfect balance between their heart and their brain – that’s the type of person Hashirama wanted by his side. And he told you that when you met in the evening of that day

Today, he’s glad he has you with him 💕

Among the Founders, he is the one who’s less concerned about the fact that you are not a ninja. You do your work as no one else could, so why should he worry?

It’s true that when you and his brother are there to work with him, he might feel a bit intimidated by your competence, but he loves to have you all together. You three are like a team 🤝

Tobirama

Working besides Hashirama and being a master of maneuvering himself, it was only natural that sooner or later, Tobirama’s path would cross yours

He had a talent for organizing tasks and delegate them to the people with the right skills to accomplish them, whether they were shinobi or not. He simply knew everyone’s place in the schemes

And this is how he met you

Some of his partners talked to him about you when a complex mission was assigned to them, and he immediately demanded your presence

He explained what you had to do and gave you the proper tools for the work, or at least the tools he thought to be the right ones, because once you’ve read the papers and analyzed the situation, you pointed out some fragile spots that needed to be revised and asked for some time to do it

Your observations caught him off guard. How could he just miss important stuff like that? Was he becoming blind?! He asked the papers back and revised the whole pile lmao

In the end you were right, and he gave you the time you needed 😜

Time passed and episodes like this happened from time to time. Tobirama never brought them to the table, but he couldn’t deny that they bothered him a bit. You know, man is proud of his own capacities, so having someone who “challenges” him without even noticing had its impact

Besides, it didn’t go unnoticed by him that you didn’t depend solely on your intellectual and technical skills to achieve your goals: you had the ability of putting some “human” touch in everything you did, specially when your work involved direct communication with groups of people. You never imposed yourself or tried to force things out of them. You just knew where and how to press, and then you had everyone at your feet

One day, when you were talking about work and such, he made a comment on how you manage to have the idealism of his brother but not his empty head without letting it blind your judgment and always prioritize facts and logic when making your decisions. You, on your turn, said that this wasn’t a big deal and that you were actually learning so much working by his side that it was good to have his acknowledgment

This conversation basically stated the beginning of your relationship ❤

Today, Tobirama says that working with you is one of his fav things in life, but let's be honest, he can get a bit jealous of you sometimes lol

This leads him to be more stubborn than he naturally is, and he starts discussing about minor things and questioning your decisions without a good reason. You’ve already had some serious arguments bc of that (Tobi for god’s sake just chill)

However, as you use to do at work, you always solve your problems with patience and open communication

He even admits that such things are hard to accomplish specially for a shinobi, a kind of person who is used to conflict above all

In the end, he's more than happy to have someone like you by his side 🥰

Madara

In this gif he’s probably wondering if you’re really a civilian or if your talent is actually some sort of secret genjutsu

You met at an encounter with representatives of other nations. Tobirama couldn’t attend the meeting, so his brother chose you to go in his place, but you weren’t alone in this: as one of Konoha’s Founders, Madara Uchiha was included among the representatives of the village

Because of your work, you and Madara were familiar to each other, but you never had a proper conversation or anything of this kind. Still, you’ve heard things about him here and there, and decided it’d be better to keep him out of your way

That’s why you weren’t exactly pleased when Hashirama came to tell you that this man was joining the group. It was when you were introduced to each other

You were formal and polite in your greetings and everything was fine, but then Hashirama stated that you were going to mediate the negotiations, since you were replacing Tobirama

The look Madara gave to you was enough for you to see he was not satisfied with this arrangement

He didn’t say a word against the Hokage’s decision, that’s true, but he didn’t miss the chance to point out that you seemed too young for such role and because of this, there was a possibility of the other nations not treat Konoha’s group with the respect they deserved

Too young = an inexperienced girl who’s not a shinobi occupying a position as the leader of negotiations with international diplomats. And yes, he suggested it right in your face he has no shame lmao

Your first instinct was to give him a harsh reply, but once you looked at him, you saw it wasn’t worthy, so you just told him to wait until the meeting’s beginning

“Maybe it is better to give them the benefit of doubt, at least for now. We do not know them yet, but once we do, we will know the best way to deal with them. We know our goals here and we will work to reach them, whether they appreciate us or not” 👊

Hashirama, who was hearing all of this, blushed (as he always does in this kind of situation), but the Uchiha just smiled and said he didn’t want to offend you and that “if the Hokage trusts you for this task, I am with him”

As expected when you are involved, the meeting was a success. Your knowledge of bureaucratic matters and ability to observe combined with your understanding of human behavior were enough to grant your village one more victory. Hashirama wasn’t even worried that his brother was not there

But that didn’t mean the end of Madara’s mistrust of your talents: if he didn’t want to acknowledge your capacities during the meeting, now he purposely refused to give you the credit you deserved, stating that circumstances worked at your favor and etc.

Yep, unfair, irritating and immature, but you know, this man the personification of stubbornness. He has a hard time seeing other people's value, specially if they’re not shinobi, so it wouldn’t be different with you, right?

It was only when you made it clear that you didn’t crave for his approval that he stopped denying what it was obvious and recognized that you deserved respect for your hard work

Yeah it never crossed his mind that someone could simply ignore his opinion but thank goodness you were good at brat handling

But it was the first step for you both get close to each other 😏

#naruto headcanons #naruto requests #hashirama headcanons #hashirama x reader #tobirama headcanons #tobirama x reader #madara headcanons #madara x reader

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sasukesun · 3 years

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I just wanted to say that I admire how you stand your ground and how you don’t let anyone get under your skin. You tell it like it is from the beginning :). I love people who don’t sugar coat things. I read through your caard and you mentioned how you don’t like with people portray naruto characters incorrectly or make them OOC, I was curious on how YOU personally interpret sasuke. If you’ve already don’t this before feel free to ignore this ask. I hope your having an amazing day :)

wow so there’re people that actually read my carrd jk thank you for this. god anon, there’s a lot of things to say about him and i think it’d take a lot of time so i’ll try to be as brief as possible. also, there’s a lot of stuff in my #naruto analysis tag.

i think he’s severely traumatised, clearly suffers from ptsd and most likely depression and, as much as his need of isolation and cutting bonds is a consequence of his trauma and depression, it’s also very unhealthy and he’d probably get worse by doing this, he needs help, and when people say he’d be better off alone, i think they don’t understand that. even though he’s kind of a loner, people don’t understand that it’s more because he’s too afraid of suffering from the loss of people he cares about (like he did) rather than actually wanting to be alone, he admires naruto for wanting to connect with people and says it’s a strength of his. this kind of isolation is understandable, but, as i said, it’s not healthy. he also suffers from survivor’s guilt, that’s why he tells naruto to get the hell out with sakura when gaara was losing it, he projects this need to save people because he couldn’t when it happened to his family. i think disregarding all this and saying he’s evil is a complete disrespect to his character. do i agree with murdering everybody? clearly no, but seeing him saying and wanting that is understandable, he’s not a bad person for this. it’s also very admirable how he wanted to know more before continuing with that plan, very rational of him. do i agree with his final resolution and version of being hokage? also no. i think it was pretty stupid and it wouldn’t work, and it wasn’t very democratic as much as the current system, but he also had some valid points. but i also don’t think everything is excused by “he’s traumatised” (i.e.). he expresses himself with a lot of rage too and it’s also understandable. you can also consider him a little bit reckless, like going to orochimaru was reckless, there was no guarantee he would be able to kill him and when he says orochimaru could have his body as long as he could get his revenge is kinda preocupating.

i think the biggest mischaracterisation of sasuke is the “he’s cold” “he isn’t loving” “he doesn’t know how to show affection” “he’s shy” trope, like none of these are true, he doesn’t hide when he loves someone, he cries for his family and for itachi and for naruto. as a kid he wants to make his father proud and asks his mom if he loves him, he wants to hang out with his brother and he complains about his distance. after the massacre he lives for getting justice for his family. he says explicitly more than once how naruto is his one and only friend and how important he is to him. he doesn’t want to cut naruto out, he thinks he needs to, it’s different. he’s also blunt, he won’t lie about his feelings or sugarcoat things, the only time he denies his feelings is in the beginning of part 2 when he’s actively trying to push naruto away, otherwise he’s very honest. people who claim those things clearly didn’t pay any attention to his character or are focusing on characters he doesn’t love. another mischaracterisation that’s really irritating is the horny and pushy sasuke, and that includes part of the sns fandom who act like sasuke is possessive and jealous and needs to fuck naruto at any opportunity he gets. yes, he loves naruto deeply, but he’s not clingy. he won’t pursue naruto, it’s one thing to accept that love and bonds aren’t necessarily a weakness (like he did at ch 698), it’s another thing to act like it, again, he’s overwhelmed by the enormity of his feelings for naruto, that’s why he tries so hard to push him away. he also needs constant reassurance of naruto’s feelings for him. this isn’t a trait of someone who’s the pursuer. he goes after what he wants when it comes to his family, it’s not what happens in naruto’s case, but you can’t deny that he’s a loving person. i think it’s ooc when people portray him as guilty or embarrassed, cause he’s never been like that (except for ch 699 which is ooc and other characters were already guilt tripping him). some people claim him to be extremely selfless and some claim him to be extremely selfish and i disagree with both, he has both selfish and selfless desires, just like every other normal person, depends on where you’re looking at. well, i guess i talked about the biggest misinterpretations of sasuke, there’s probably more but it’s almost 4am and i can’t remember everything now.

#i failed SO MISERABLY in making this as brief as possible #LONG ASS POST #ask #anonymous #naruto asks

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nenastrology · 3 years

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I feel like this whole ff thing gets taken so seriously for all the wrong reasons. like idk some ppl just write cuz it's fun not bc they consider themselves or aspire to be the next literary genius. it's crazy how surreal and unimportant this debate seems when u look outside the internet box

sry 2 send u asks about this lol but i think part of whats rly irritating sbt the fanfic discourse for lack of a better words is that a lot of ppl sct as if every published book is written by a bigoted cishet white man and that fanfic is inherently more progressive than published books and completely ignore ther are wonderful authors who arent bigoted cishet white man and completely ignore how much of a nightmare fandom spaces are

LITERALLY i feel like quite honestly the entire debate seems to be people building up strawmen of the absolute worst parts of the other community and like using that to honestly just sit around feeling extremely smug both in the sense of like somehow positioning writing as this pure media designed only for like inspiring intense contemplation and seemingly like... forgetting that plenty of media exists mostly as simple entertainment and its ridiculous to pretend otherwise (not to say that media like that is devoid of themes or anything to analyze i am a blog devoted to never shutting up about naruto after all lol just that things have different goals and people have different reasons for consuming said media) and then on the flip side people act like somehow fanfiction and fandom by extension are these wonderful bastions of free expression and just like love and positivity when like i swear the majority of people who hold that opinion are like people who seem to believe romanticizing and sexualizing everything under the sun and trying to destroy anyone who dares criticize it is like the ultimate form of free expression and creativity.... like truly fandom is a goddamn nightmare zone and its insane to me how people enjoy pretending that doesnt exist...like honestly its kind of wild how people act like its some kind of great place for lgbt people to find themselves in media uwu when like until very recently i feel like fanfic was practically synonymous with like straight women writing extremely weird and fetishized portrayals of gay men and like... femslash is still sooooo hard to find like truly id love to know where this great representation is lol like thats changed a lot but my god some of the shit i found as a child truly scarring i think... idk the entire discussion is like this ridiculous ego stroking mental exercise that u probably just lose when u open the conversation up and yet .. it just keeps coming up constantly

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silent-silver-slip · 3 years

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For the behind the scenes asks: 1, 4, 16, 18?

Me? Buzzing with excitement to respond to an ask? Always! Thank you for asking lovely. ♥️♥️♥️ I am somewhat sorry for such a long post, but I am incapable of writing small things it appears.

1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Oh god, I think it was Harry Potter? I started out with original works before branching into fanfiction, so I’m not certain though.

4. Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

This one’s a bit up in the air to be honest! Sometimes I outline and sometimes I don’t. Almost always, I never outline anything under like 5k, which is normally written with a basic idea that keeps growing. There are also a number of longer things that I’ve done before that didn’t really have an outline either (some of my novellas happened this way). However, a number of my longer works do get an outline - either beginning with one or I hit a roadblock and begin to sketch an outline out and then it ends up being massive and more than I expected.

Parts of my outline go into depth and parts don’t, so as a result I usually keep pretty close to it. Occasionally an extra scene or a side character will take over a bit, but usually it’s very very close which is nice and helpful.

16. What is your most underrated fic?

Oh no, decisions. [I then leave this question blank, and forget to come back to it...] Okay, so I went back and started going through my fics and I was in struggle town, let me tell you.

In the end, I picked up two main ones that I think are my most underrated ones?

There’s the broken bones of our childhood which is an HP fic and actually sparked a piece of writing that got published online in the AZE which is neat. And the other is Everybody Knows (the deal is rotten) which is a Naruto fic that’s based on Orpheus and Eurydice and their legend, but is about family instead. One of these I appreciate because of the meaning behind it and it’s writing style, and the other was a lot of fun to write and I’m pretty proud of it.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Firstly, this assumes I remember anything I write and it doesn’t just vanish from my brain straight away. I barely know what I did yesterday, let alone an actual scene or line I wrote.

I’ve been staring at a few passages for a while, and this is awful I cannot make decisions. However! I figured I’d go with one that I haven’t mentioned in an ask response before and also isn’t too tricky to explain and comes with a good explanation? And fit my current mood I guess.

This scene comes from tonight’s our time which is a Naruto fic. It was a short fun piece to write and definitely related to something I felt back in summer. My comments are in italics.

And she reaches out, offering her hand, and Minato grips it, tight. Their hands are sweaty and gross, because of the weather and how it’s somehow still humid even as the sun sets, streaking the sky with pale purples and pinks and oranges. (Fuck yeah, I love the sunset! And the sunrise! The sky just looks so pretty almost all the time okay. But also - just the idea of people reaching out to each other even when it’s uncomfortable because they want to and they love each other regardless?)

The sky, however, is not what Kushina or Minato pay attention to. Rather, then launch forward, uncoordinated and laughing, towards where the sprinklers send water over the grass and pavement, turning it dark. (The idea of not paying attention to the sky because someone else is there and more important, more beautiful, definitely strikes a cord with me. And launching forward, laughing and unbalanced and just complete chaos? I can imagine it and it feels so good? Just letting go and- and I don’t even know, living, I suppose.)

They don’t go through the edges of the sprinkler, where the water’s a mist and light, they run through the worst of it, laughing and holding hands. Immediately, they’re soaked, clothes plastered to their skin as droplets of water run down their arms and faces and necks. Minato’s hair falls over his eyes whilst Kushina has flyaway strands finally pinned down, and she rubs a hand across her forehead, shoving them to the side so they stop irritating her. (Not gonna lie, this was partially me just working on descriptions, but hey. If it’s hot and humid and gross even at like 8.30pm, hell yeah I’m gonna run through the worst bit of the sprinkler if my friend wants too as well. That weather is gross and you’re dying, okay? Trust me on that one, it’s not fun. But, well, to meet up with a friend after so long, there’s not much I won’t do.)

Now out of the sprinkler, they turn. The weather no longer feels so hot and muggy. It’s cool and warm and the perfect temperature, even though their clothes have darkened with water and their hair will definitely turn fuzzy. (More description stuff.)

Looking at each other, they laugh, loud and wild and happy. This is, undoubtedly, what life is all about. Laughing and living, looking at each other and grinning. They’re adults but that doesn’t mean they have to leave childish acts behind them. (They’re just so happy!! They’re in their like twenties and they’re “adults” but they’re having such a fine time and they’re loving and happy and it’s just glorious. This is what we all deserve, okay? Around work and uni and life in general - we deserve to be happy and loving and loved in return, laughing and glorious and far frome alone.)

Because of the challenges I had figuring it out, there are a few of the ones I was tossing up beneath the line.

My favourite bits are in bold.

Scene from i don’t believe that love was made to break:

“Hey look,” Reggie says, “the sun’s rising.” And it is, painting the sky with colour. The sun itself is a circle of orange and the lake is fractured by every golden ray, colours rippling across the water.

Yet not one of them watches it. Instead, they are caught by each other. How the sun makes them glow. How the light gentles their faces. How they smile at each other.

The day grows warmer, the sun goes higher, and they are trapped in a single moment, aware of the way they are pressed up against each other, the way they are happy, the way they are loving without reserve.

Scene from the sea isn’t yours but you’re still the sea’s which may or may not be an AU of my own AU:

Sometimes kindness is an innate part of us, sometimes it’s there regardless of whether or not we know it. Sometimes kindness is apologising and saying ‘What can I do to help?’ Sometimes kindness is helping when help isn’t wanted but needed anyway.

In one world, there would be an information network growing in the shadows, spreading further and further with no one aware of it but one boy. In another world, there is no information network growing, but something else grows instead—hands stretching out, faces looking down. Kindness shared is kindness that can be passed on. Small things can stack, one on top of the other, and sometimes they lead to massive changes that are unforeseen. When a boy extends his hand out to a homeless child, she reaches back cautiously, but their story will end in trust and loyalty, (always).

Scene from Wayfinders‘ epilogue:

“This is what it means to be human.” The words seem to shock everyone and Toru smiles as he watches heads turn to one another, muttered discussion growing once again. “It is human to fight when the odds are against you,” he says. “It is human to say ‘we will keep living’ when it seems impossible. It is human to find a way to survive when an army marches towards you.

“It is human to fight. Sometimes this is against another opponent in a test of strength and sometimes it is against grief that threatens to overwhelm you. Sometimes you fail. Sometimes you fall. Sometimes you bow your head and give up. But you are not alone. Someone will reach ask if you’re alright. Someone will gift you a kind word. Someone will reach out a hand. There will always be someone reaching out a hand.

“A new era is dawning,” Toru lifts his chin, looks not to everyone below but to the sun overhead, shining down. “A new era is dawning and it is not one of war. It is one of peace, of love, of acceptance. It is one of kindness, of family, of friendship.” He smiles. “I speak not only to my people now, but to all of you. Let us remember hope, in times of hardship. Let us remember kindness, in times of cruelty. And let us remember to reach out and lift one another up high for you are never alone.”

(There are so many things Toru wants to say. He wants to engrave the lessons he learnt into people’s skin. He wants them to know what he does, that kindness is not a flaw, that mercy is not a weakness. But they will only learn that in time. And they have the time. They have the opportunity. Toru will see that they have all the time in the world.)

(In the end, there is only one village that hears the words Toru does not say. One full of ghosts and laughing people. One full of refugees and fighters. One full of survivors and graves. Uzushio hears him and hears what he says with every word that escapes his lips.)

(The sea will never die.)

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fizzypunks · 4 years

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A Shirker’s Headfirst Slide Into Love and Other Feelings

fandom: naruto word count: 9k/complete rating: t summary: shikamaru is dumb when it comes to love, and neji is very perceptive.

AO3

note: unbetaed and an experiment in trying to write them together :) thank u for reading!

The sun setting behind them would normally be reason enough for them to set up camp, with traps and protection, and maybe a bedroll if they felt tired enough. It would have been normal procedure to wait the night out, take guard shifts, and rest as much as possible. That’s, at least, what Shikamaru knew he should have suggested, and he knows that it’s too late to go back on it now.

“Shikamaru, I know you want to get home,” Neji said, a long distance between the two as Neji was following up the tail end of their two-person mission. “But it’s not worth wasting the time we could be resting right now. We should set up for the night.”

Shikamaru kept his pace in the trees, a cautious speed that didn’t suggest danger, but might have implied some urgency. “It’s not about what I want, Neji, it’s about getting out of Mist lands.”

“We’ve been out for well over thirty minutes, Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru almost shook his head in defiance, quickly checking himself and remaining as collected as he wished he felt. He knew this information too, but he couldn’t stop. Not even to make an excuse that made sense.

“Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru was decidedly ignoring his companion, but even the act of avoidance and silence was enough to bring some pink to his ears.

He doesn’t know why he had to be paired up with the Hyuuga, and up until now he was certain he would be able to handle it. To deal.

Deal? Deal with what? Keep your head on mission.

To ignore Neji, and all the associated and ridiculous feelings that come with not ignoring him. The silence between them used to be easy -- maybe Neji used to be stuck up and very much the picture perfect image of a cold-hearted Hyuuga, but since the tides shifted and they’ve taken on Shinobi duties together, that impression of a distant and unbothered Neji faded into the past like leaves to the wind.

Maybe it’s harder to ignore him now. Maybe it’s been a horrifying process to realize how seamlessly he went from distant, methodical team-mate to the person who he looks forward to talking with, and spending silence in with, and playing shogi with, and so, so much more --

“Shikamaru!”

A hand came to tug on his shoulder, light and just to grab attention as they bounded across the tree tops.

Shikamaru blinked, eyes pulled to the present suddenly as Neji’s voice came in loud and strong and just beside him.

Shikamaru sighed, feet bracing for an immediate stop -- maybe it isn’t that hard to ignore him after all.

“What is wrong with you?” Neji said, voice raised, eyebrows furrowed and glaring. The look in his opal eyes was deep with frustration and patience as thin as cheese cloth.

“If you could give me reasons, I could agree with you -- but we need to rest, and I don’t know why you’re so focused on getting home when we’re almost two days away.”

The pinch in Neji’s voice was restraint, was formality, and Shikamaru immediately hated the feeling of formal and distant and felt even more like an asshole.

“Neji --”

“This isn’t something I want to argue, and I can’t believe that of all people, I’d have to argue it with you.”

The authority seeping into his voice, into the resolve of his flattening eyebrows, was also something Shikamaru couldn’t stand. The way the tone of his voice became a barricade, a means to an end that said we’re stopping, and that’s it.

Huh, so you don’t like it when it happens to you? Man, what an idiot you are.

“Neji --”

“We’re in a safe spot. I’m going to set up our perimeter, I’ll leave the bedrolls to you.”

Before he gets the chance to say anything half-assed or under-explained, Neji turned his back and launched himself to the canopy above.

The mission did take a toll, and the sigh Shikamaru let out felt like a mountain resting on his back, an endless ache that required rest.

Neji was above him, setting wires and incindiaries across the large, mossy branches. Shikamaru stretched his neck, sighed, and moved to the small clearing before he let himself stare.

The night fully settled over them like a cold blanket, restless with forest chatter and the faint stirrings of the nearby river. The large two roots they camped under were dry and a made for a good wall to keep their backs against. They even lucked out with how little bugs there seemed to be, but that’s what happens when autumn begins its descent into winter.

They were secured with a small concealed fire and one-more than necessary trap set in the surrounding leaf piles. The two of them were comfortable, hidden, sheltered from the winds, and in friendly territory -- the all but perfect shelter for a long rest.

Neji was sitting beside him to the left, three feet away on crossed legs, and the veins around his eyes were straining as he did another sweep of the surrounding woods.

Undeniably secure.

None of it could explain any of the unrest in Shikamaru’s stomach.

This is a fucking pain-- why bother?

Taking a bite of a slightly stale bun, his stomach turned in a restless, nervous churn.

He’d take combat and enemies over whatever this any day.

Shikamaru knew he had to own up to his own behavior at some point -- it was clear as day how he was acting, and he felt stupid to act so thoughtlessly. And for so long, too -- his attitude has been bent like this for weeks, and all his talks with himself did nothing to straighten out whatever the hell it was that made him compelled to do it in the first place.

He felt stupid when he averted his gaze when Neji brought something to his attention. And it was petulant with how his sentences fell short and cropped and irritated whenever they had to speak in moments that lasted longer than a few sentences, however rarely they did that these days-- Neji was the one who always seemed to speak first, and the one whose words it usually ended on, too.

It’s been too many weeks of this , as though Neji was a bother and in his way and he somehow needed to make that explicitly clear – that he had to make the Hyuuga as uncomfortable as he was. It was probably the dumbest, meanest, most logic-lacking thing he’s done-- he knows all too well, and he sighs.

Neji didn’t do anything to warrant such behavior, it was all personal in a way that Neji simply couldn’t have been aware of. It was all on Shikamaru, the haver of such feelings, not the object of those feelings for existing.

I’m an asshole. I need to apologize...

Neji hadn’t said a word since he last cleared their perimeter. His meal of fruits was already finished, and his flak jacket was still donned. Shikamaru spared another peek toward him, and realized that he was still using his Byakugan.

Shikamaru’s eyes snapped back to the area in front of him, back to scanning the white bread in his hands and the pathetically small bites that were too telling of his lost appetite. He softly squished it between his fingers, making it grow plump, before deciding that he wouldn’t be able to eat till his speaks.

“We’re clear,” Neji said at last, and Shikamaru could hear the ease return to his voice as his Byakugan finally gave way to a relaxed state. “I’ll check in again in an hour,”

“Sounds good…” And then a seconds pause before, “Thank you.”

The silence returned as soon as he broke it, and this time Shikamaru has to be the one to break it. It’s too dense, suddenly unfamiliar and distinctly wrong.

He set his bread to his right, and pulled his leg up to his chest. His flak jacket was at the end of his feet, laying across his bedroll haphazardly. Thinking twice on it, he used a foot to hook the arm hole and reeled it back in.

Fishing around in the inner pocket, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. “I’m being a jackass.”

Neji hummed in response. It wasn’t a particularly cold tone he took, and that made the knots in Shikamaru’s stomach settle down.

A little bit, at least.

But still, Neji waited, still like a statue with all the patience in the world. Shikamaru couldn’t argue with it either when he had more to say and own up to.

Not everything, but…

“It’s been a tough… few weeks. I can’t say I’ve handled it well. I’ve been trying to handle it on my own, and I have been, but… that’s no reason to…. You know.”

It’s something, a good start -- but each word fell like lead weights into the air around them, losing pride for having to say them at all.

Neji sits still beside him, and Shikamaru lit his cigarette before continuing.

“I’m surprised you’re not… yelling at me not to smoke. Telling me it’s gross and unhealthy, or that it’s offending your Hyuuga sensibilities.”

Neji moved to cross his legs, but remained silent despite the good-natured jab. His chakra is subdued, calm and unreadable, and it’s like talking to a wall -- brick and mortar and Hyuuga strength of will.

“It’s good we stopped though… I’ve probably slept 5 hours in total this week, I definitely was pushing too far…”

Shikamaru took another drag of his cigarette and watched the fire consume the end of it, a small interrupting of the smoke stack as it came to fill his lungs, to settle his nerves for a split second before he had to release it back out into the cold air.

It didn’t really occur to Shikamaru how taken he was with Neji till this moment -- not just the nerves that came with realizing he’s been too cold to him and needs to apologize, but the way he felt like he was balanced on a knife’s edge in anticipation of hearing anything from him, be it small talk or admonishment.

God, can’t he just say something?

Shikamaru doesn’t want to look toward him, so he keeps his gaze toward the sky and the patches that peak through the clouds. The stars were brighter from the country side, but they were few and far between the heavy clouds and shedding tree branches.

“I don’t know how you Jonin do it, you know. Back to back missions, advanced training, missions to villages with pretentious, under qualified governors who think too highly of themselves… it’s worth it in the end but gods, look at the cost. I’m spent. Personally, I’m just mad I’m on my last two cigarettes.”

“You forgot something.”

Shikamaru’s ears started to burn, but he kept his tone. “Hmm? About what?”

Neji’s voice carried gently, neutral and hard to place in a way that gave away nothing. “About the missions, and what we have to deal with.”

Shikamaru chanced a cautious laugh, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“You forgot the teammates that won't speak to you. I also consider that a pretty big… annoyance.”

Shikamaru held his breath around a lung full of smoke, a trail of heat starting to curve up his cheeks and sink into his stomach. It wasn’t the embarrassment, it was the shame of acting so profoundly idiotic that he could hear the disappointment behind Neji’s words.

It’s like going through that phase as a kid, when being mean was the way to say I like you , but running away was like the sign, the declaration, that might as well say I hate you and I do not think about you at all and I don’t want to get too close because what might happen?

As an adult, that’s pretty hard to admit to.

“I didn’t mean to,” Shikamaru started, keeping his voice low. He tucked his knees into the cradle of his arm, bracing against the cold.

“You mean to tell me it wasn’t intentional?”

“I…” How do you lie about irrational, readable, stupid actions? Shikamaru is good at explaining, at thinking on the spot and it’s as easy as breathing to strategize the next 200, 300, 400 moves ahead - but when there’s no way around speaking without revealing, and now is not the time to reveal...

Shikamaru’s cigarette was burning down, and it ashed on his knees before he could stop it. “It’s not about that… I’ve just been, I don’t know, stuck in my head, and I’ve not been easy to talk to in general. I’m sorry that I’ve been a dick to you, though. It’s not what I want, and like I said, I’ve been too stuck in my head to really notice.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m sorry.”

Shikamaru peeked at Neji when nothing more came from his apology. Neji was, like him, leaned against the bark of the giant root they sheltered beside. His head laid against the root, hair pulled out of the way and over his left shoulder to keep it from the toughness of their makeshift shelter and as far away from bugs as could be. His head tilted back to lay against it in as restful a position he could probably find while keeping awake.

He expected the Hyuuga to look watchful, yet he found that Neji’s eyes were closed in placid contemplation. They rested peacefully, without a furrow to be found on his soft features. The shadows cast from the nearly dead fire caught under his eyes, under his lips, the contours of his mouth coming alive with sharp full shapes taking form. The dull light illuminated in the most concealed way possible how his features were both sharp and distinctive, yet soft and touchable…

Shikamaru turned his eyes back to the fire, to the forest, knowing the train of thought he was on would derail too fast. They’d been sitting there long enough, and there was clearly no alternative on a mission other than to take the silences when they happened.

Why’d it have to be us? Naruto could have come on this mission… it could have been Ino…. Chouji…

A couple more minutes passed, and Shikamaru was growing used to the sound of crumbling firewood.

Finally, Neji said, “It’s okay.”

Shikamaru looked down, refusing to sigh in relief. “Thank you.”

“I still don’t quite understand.”

“What to you mean?”

“I still don’t understand why you’ve been making poor decisions. I’ve never seen that from you,” and his voice was way too stern, too intensely focused like the end of a needle. “I wouldn’t be thinking about this as much if it weren’t for you pushing on too far, lying about knowing we’re in the wrong territory, and ignoring procedure. That I don’t understand.”

Shikamaru opened his mouth, but Neji continued without more than a second’s pause. “And then when I hear that you were asking to be reassigned on this mission, that also doesn’t leave me feeling very convinced.”

Shikamaru fell silent, lips suddenly sealed together. The fire his eyes were so intently trained on was still too bright for his liking, and if they were to disappear all together, he might thank the universe for the small mercy of shadows.

“So before I feel… hurt, I think I’ll ask you first. Why?”

“Neji…”

Wow, you really set yourself up for failure, didn’t you?

“I was going to ask you when we got to Konoha, but since we’re already here.”

Shikamaru’s limbs turned stiff, his jaw taut with resistance -- but it was starting to leak from him, all that resistance and fighting and stupidity that he dug his feet into. He hoped that it would go away, that if time and distance gave him the opportunity, he’d find himself sorely mistaken and that all the little things he ignored about the way the other made his heart ache were like passing moments to be left behind.

They weren’t, and he hurt Neji in the process of uselessly trying to disprove himself.

“I’m… damn it, yeah, fine,” Shikamaru started, letting the irritation in his voice leech out a bit. He reached for the pack of cigarettes beside him and took another fine stick to his lips. “You deserve an explanation, I know I’ve made this mission more difficult than it needs to be.”

Are you really going to do this? Even if he takes it well, Hyuuga’s have clan politics. Rules. Punishments.

Fuck it . “I… was trying to get a new partner for this mission.”

“I assumed, Shikamaru.”

“It wasn’t anything against you , it…”

“But it was personal, right?”

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, I needed some distance…”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

Shikamaru stopped -- fingers cradling a lit cigarette, lips parted, and he felt like an idiot for probably the hundredth time that hour.

“I would have given it to you.”

“I’m... would you believe me that it didn’t occur to me till just now?”

“Something heavy must be on your mind,” Neji laughed, and it was like music and all Shikamaru wanted was to hear it again and again.

“You could say that, and I should have asked instead. I just needed space, but it wasn’t personal --”

“Do you think you can lie and I wouldn’t notice?”

“Okay, okay, fine -- it was personal, but it wasn’t personal. It’s not from a place of hate and it’s not that I want to do it, I just had to do it, and I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”

“What’s so urgently on your mind, then?”

“Neji…”

“I can only assume it has to do with me.”

“It’s because I’m stupid… look, it’s not you, it’s everything else. I’m just being my normal, lazy self and what’s coming down the pike for me has me on edge… Asuma, family politics, Naruto running off every chance he gets and I’m left here wondering if he’ll return this time. Other things that I need to think through carefully...”

The silence between them grew, like the gaping chasms between continents; fast and swift and ringing like a strike to the ear. It’s not unusual, it’s not something’s Shikamaru isn’t used to -- but before, it used to feel like peace, instead of a prolonged heartbeat.

Neji shuffled, rattling the contents within his leg strap as he uncrossed his legs. Shikamaru craned his head to look at him, to see if there was any anger or frustration in him or, gods forbid, he finally pushed him far enough that he was drifting.

Neji reached over, shuffling to bridge some space between them, and without a word took the cigarette from Shikamaru’s lips. He ashed it in the patches of dirt between them, but took gentle care not to crush it.

“It’s a bad habit,” he said, bringing his eyes to level with Shikamaru, leaning over the hand that supported him. He continued. “You win, Nara. I’ll give you some distance, and you’ll stop smoking a carton every two days.”

Shikamaru nodded, not finding it within himself to vocalize an answer, or deny the accusation of smoking so often.

Up close, the Jonin’s eyes glowed under the moon, and if he stayed staring like that any longer, Shikamaru knew he would have to do something . But instead, Neji didn’t say anything else, he just smiled and handed over the put-out cigarette. He returned to sitting, back up against their makeshift wall, and closed his eyes.

“Get some sleep, Nara. I’ll wake you in three hours.”

Shikamaru blinked, staring at Neji’s resting form, and decided quickly that maybe he should listen.

Their mission passed comfortably and quickly – it was weird, the way silences turned into even greater expanses, but it at least wasn’t awkward. Neji kept to himself, respecting the distance Shikamaru claimed to have needed.

No, it wasn’t a claim, he really did need the distance -- but even he saw the foolishness in thinking that that alone would be enough to curb the affection welling within him. No distance would be a cure for feelings, and the absence of his friend only seemed to prove to do the opposite.

Now the shadow-nin felt the distance and it was like a magnifying glass to the ways in which he would miss Neji: how each moment passed alone was somehow (and he had little idea when this started happening) less peaceful without Neji’s quiet, ever calm presence. And then Shogi, the way he missed being challenged, but also watching the concentration stir in the Hyuuga’s eyes as he looked for faults in Shikamaru’s strategy. He missed the random visits, the ones that didn’t even necessarily need shogi or drinking or a discussion of their shared shinobi duty.

But Shikamaru didn’t break, no matter the growing pang of regret for having created their divide -- he laid in bed and simply tried to find the best way to not experience whatever this was.

The window was open, and he laid atop the bedding with his hands behind his head. The breeze was cold, but not enough to bring Shikamaru from his endless train of thought, and the many detours it ended up on.

It wasn’t even about him . It was about Neji.

The goal is to return to normal.

To be able to look him in the eye, to be able to stop yearning --

Who said anything about yearning?

But then again, what else do you call it when your heart cannot stop beating to the thought of finally seeing him ?

What is it when you would defend someone to the death?

Once, Neji beat him at Shogi. And then they played a game of Go, and he beat him there too. It never happened again, but Shikamaru would never admit to, for the first time in his life, being too distracted.

It didn’t happen again. He didn’t let it.

Some days, Neji comes over just to... come over. There’s no preamble, no mission-related duty or off-the clock work, and most of the time, it was un-announced. Neji would appear at their front door, knocking for posterities sake, but he also appears at his window, or seeks him out in the many acres of Nara land. Shikamaru used to ask why, but the answer was always vague or some form of dodging, and it didn’t take long for Shikamaru to learn to stop asking.

“I was in the area.”

“If you didn’t want me over…”

“I’m hiding from Naruto, he has a bet with Kiba...”

Neji didn’t make it a secret that he preferred not to be at the estate, and Shikamaru didn’t blame him. Ever since the Chunin exam, Shikamaru grew more and more aware of the things that happen behind closed doors, and how it’s not always something that could be fixed.

Sometimes, fixing it just meant being away from it, or maybe just being with someone who you didn’t hate. And always, he chose to be here. Whether in silence, or in training, or over a game of shogi, but always -- usually -- here.

Shikamaru didn’t think about it too much.

Neji returned from practice with his team one hot summer day, and as a treat Gai had offered to buy them ramen. Ichiraku is easily the most popular spot to eat ramen in the day time, especially for Jonin with kids who didn’t exactly know how costly it is to feed a team of growing, exhausted teenagers.

Shikamaru was eating, alone, with a book on wild life resting to his left. Gai came in unceremoneously, followed by Lee, Tenten, and Neji in tote.

Shikamaru didn’t expect, when he turned around to offer a lazy greeting, for Neji to look…

Shikamaru’s eyes shifted downward and to the pavement fast .

Neji’s hair was braided, and expertly so. All of his long, coffee colored hair was gathered into one long, thick braid that draped over his left shoulder. His hair was so healthy, and so soft looking, Shikamaru couldn’t help but want to touch.

“Good afternoon, Shikamaru,” Neji said, a strong hint of annoyance trapped in his voice -- clearly, though, it was from the way Lee was wrapped around his shoulders that made him look like he wanted to drop dead.

“Shikamaru! Could you be so kind as to help settle a disagreement for us?”

Shikamaru glanced up, feeling the heat of a blush creep up his neck, and tried to avoid direct eye contact. “Ummm…. Sure, I guess.”

Why are you acting so weird? What the fuck?

Gai, after having ordered his fill, turned toward his group and beamed, the way he always did when he looked at the kids in his care. Shikamaru always thought that he looked like a loving mother hen, and couldn’t help but gaze at his chicks with the utmost affection. “Debate? What possible debate! It’s a look that will stun, turn heads, and absolutely --”

“Stop!” Neji said, a blush fiercely taking over his face as well. He looked off to the side, resigned to the brotherly arm Lee slung around him but, apparently, not to looking like he was comfortable with it. “Clearly, this was a mistake.”

“Neji! You can’t help that people will compliment you,” Tenten added, sitting beside Gai and smirking with mirth. She glowed with the energy of one who was getting exactly what she wanted, then some. “It’s a good look!”

“You also cannot deny that it was a positive action that greatly reduced your heat-exhaustion!” Lee added, raising a finger matter-of-factly. “I was worried the sun might have harmed you if you had not let me braid it, and now it has resulted in another great discovery: you should wear your hair braided more often!”

“I’m sorry, but what disagreement am I supposed to be weighing in on?” Shikamaru said, unsure if he really wanted to get involved. But since Neji looked just as, or maybe even more flushed, and quite preoccupied with avoiding attention, Shikamaru felt a little more at ease to look at the embarrassed Hyuuga. No one would blame him if for a glance.

He’s…

“You don’t need to weigh in on anything,” Neji said, peeling away from Lee and choosing to sit as far away from him as possible -- just to the right of Shikamaru.

“Oh, come on Neji! Partake in some of our joy! Allow yourself to bask in your youth and the perks it brings you!”

“Just because you braid my hair, you think we need to draw more attention?”

Gai, Lee, and Tenten all said, in seemingly premeditated unison, “Yes!”

Beside Neji, Tenten giggled, nudging him with her elbow before turning to lean on the counter. “Anyway, we all think he looks great with his hair like this, and he disagrees.”

Gai, sat beside her, nodded solemnly. “If only he could trust us!”

Lee, on the other side of Gai, simply nodded in agreement.

Shikamaru sighed -- this entire ordeal, the loudness, the grandeur, was so needless and dramatic that it might be seen as slapstick if an observer would waste their time viewing it.

However…

“What’s the point, though? Why do you care if he agrees?” Shikamaru said, avoiding looking outright. He settled on picking up his chopsticks and looking down the counter with a glance.

Lee laughed. “It is not about agreeing! He simply does not believe that it flatters him, and we insist it does! So, what do you think?”

Shikamaru could have said he disagreed. He could have had an easy out with a simple ‘no’. It could have all been ended if he, the newly decided decision maker, decided that it was not a good look.

Normally, Shikamaru would have done just that. Not a single part of him understands why he didn’t.

“Well… I guess, since I have to. Neji,” and he looked toward the Hyuuga, turning his stool in order to face the still-blushing ninja.

Neji stole a sidelong glance toward Shikamaru and didn’t know what to say, so Shikamaru said, “Face me so I can get a look.”

Like gritting teeth, without so much as a word, Neji turned to face him, in the most slow, resisting way possible. He looked off toward the street, idling his eyes in the distance shakily, and Shikamaru could see his levels of embarrassment climb by the second. His skin was too pale to mask frustrations, and as such, his normally dead-cold cheeks and nose were brushed with a dusting of pink.

“If you’re just here to mock me, just say yes,” Neji said, voice low and quiet -- only for Shikamaru’s ears. “This is stupid.”

Shikamaru smiled. “Hmm.”

His hair was nice. The person in front of him was also nice, and really any hair style would also be nice.

Nice . That’s what he looked like.

“Let up, Hyuuga, I’m not here to mock you. It’s up to you if you want your hair like this, but it doesn’t look half bad.”

Neji raised his eyes and made eye contact for the first time during this pointless ordeal, and reserved isn’t a word often used to describe him, yet it was the perfect one in that moment.

Shikamaru smiled. “Sorry, Hyuuga, but it works. Whether or not you keep it, that’s up to you.”

Despite his annoyance, Neji smiled.

Gai and Lee were by far the loudest supporters of Shikamaru’s decision, and once their ramen’s were delivered, they all settled down for a lunch shared in silence.

Sometimes, Neji makes no sense. Shikamaru knows him well, and yet, occasionally, he’ll make a request, or say something quiet and reflective, and Shikamaru never is able to predict what it will be, or when it will happen.

It’s on a hot summer night that Neji asks, “take me to your favorite spot.”

They’re sitting in the book of the archive room, overlooking historical accounts of the rise of the south Suna. He looks up and across the table to the Hyuuga, thouhgts suddenly diverted from his reading material. “Huh?”

Neji’s eyes were still gliding over the page of his book. “For sky gazing.”

“You want to look at the sky?”

With me?

Neji glanced up, then down to his turning page. “Yes. I’d like to meditate somewhere besides the estate.”

After their studies and research were done for the night, Shikamaru brought him to a field outside the Nara lands, and showed him the concave of the root of a large tree. The base of the tree was green grass, and the ground was curved as though it was only meant to be laid in.

Neji quickly looked over the little sitting spot before him, and before Shikamaru could say anything, he sat in the soft grass at the base. Shikamaru, as surprised as he was, sat beside him.

They gazed into the sky in quiet companionship, one in meditation and one with quickening heart.

He doesn’t say it out loud, because whining about important things isn’t Shikamaru’s speed, but he enjoys the nights with Neji more than he does those without him. He’d rather whine about things bothering him and the mundane details that become part of the daily routine of shinobi life, but never anything actually important.

That’s why, no matter what, he won’t say he misses a certain Hyuuga, and that the clouds don’t quite feel the same without him.

Hyuuga’s are like cats -- they’re temperamental, strike out with provocation, and they don’t easily open up.

Once they do, however, they’re impossible to shake. They’ll be there , and you’ll be hard pressed not to have them in your space, or attending events with you, or even spending evenings alone with nothing but a bottle of Sake.

Neji doesn’t hold his liquor well, and that’s why they were drinking at Shikamaru’s house, because if anything were to happen, no one would be the wiser, and the Hyuuga name wouldn’t come to be sullied.

Shikamaru went from trying to help Neji stand, to being pulled down to his level in an instant. And in just as quick a moment, he was asleep, shoulders cradled in the safe arms of Shikamaru, hair tangling and head leaning into the space Shikamaru’s neck provided.

Neji…

He thanked the gods that Neji was asleep, unable to hear the sound of his heart hammer in his ribs like a restless canary.

Shikamaru let him rest for a moment, feeling a little too proud that he’d be allowed to be this close, and this responsible, and this intimate...

Neji’s breath was soft, and gentle, and when Shikamaru moved to shift them so that he could also be sitting, he moaned softly.

Shikamaru swallowed, mind blanking at the sound.

God damn it...

Shikamaru ended up tucking him into a spare futon beside his own bed, and wrote off the giddiness and overwhelming heat to the sake.

Shikamaru hated avoiding Neji, but it was necessary... He needed his head cleared, he needed to have clarity and a sense of stability, and none of that could be accomplished if he could look up and lose his senses simply by just seeing him. He couldn’t be wasting his time or energy thinking and pondering and missing someone, especially if it was interfering with his shinobi duty.

Somehow, his memories and overthinking of the other were only amplified, like his absence made an echo chamber that he could do nothing but throw memories and voices and yearning thoughts into.

As it turned out, he was missing Neji twice as much.

Lonely was never a word Shikamaru used. It didn’t make sense, and he always had his friends, and if he didn’t have his friends, he had his teammates. And if he didn’t have them, then he he at least had himself.

Maybe it’s a smart tactic – it’s easier to be a shinobi if he has less to care about, and god knows the world is getting worse, that it’s a blessing not to have people to miss.

But he never thought how much loving something might make the world more worth fighting for – and yes he has his friends and family, but it seems to be so different than… whatever this is. Whatever this feeling was that broke the reality of what love means to him.

And then suddenly, he started to feel pretty fucking lonely.

( I love my family, I love my friends, I love my team mates.

But were I to be in love…

how do I do that?)

Shikamaru was starting to put it all together around two weeks later, after Neji had given him his privacy. The thing his distance was supposed to do definitely didn’t happen, and instead he discovered that his heart was not something he could outrun.

When Shikamaru came back from a solo mission after a week of desk duty, Neji was waiting for him, and it all clicked into place. The little doubt left in his mind disappeared, and he felt stupid for fighting it at all.

H uh, so that’s how it is, isn’t it?

There was a lot beneath the surface, and he simply refused to touch it -- skimming the surface and panicking against the current was as far as he got, and now, seeing a familiar silhouette…

It was like forgetting to test the waters and just diving . Ignoring the voice in his head that suggested a thousand what ifs , ignoring the uncertainty of never having being in love, and realizes that he has never been more wrong.

It’s been love , and it’s been for years , and Shikamaru pales at how fast it enters his mind.

Neji was waiting for him, in front of his home, balanced on a stool with his long legs careening off to the sides. He chose to be here .

He always does, you idiot. Always.

Neji was here. Not waiting at the mission desk, not at the gates, but here, at home, and waiting for him. With the sun beating down in a striking display of summer in the fading autumn, peaking at the highest point above them that left nothing to shadows. Neji was waiting under it’s crest, probably hot and uncomfortable, even if the autumn breeze carried through the trees.

Shikamaru might have been tired, but everything within him stood at full alert at the sight of Neji sitting at his front door.

He wasn’t wearing his jacket, and his hair was loose and falling beautifully over his shoulders… not tied, not perfectly, intentionally laid on his back, not braided, but allowed to drape and cascade. He had a black sweater on, layered with a visible white undershirt that peaked out from under.

Shikamaru paid a lot more attention to his appearance, and he can’t compare it to anything else he’s experienced – he’s never noticed clothing and appearance in a way that wasn’t practical, functional – and when he finally reached his door, he couldn’t help but sink into that pathetic realization of being in love, because Neji looks so beautiful.

He sunk, and every feeling and memory of something intimate and friendly filled his mind, like the waves an ocean seconds before it crashes down on the mainland. Neji looked up with him, and it’s the same eyes he’s been seeing for years -- the ones he’s shied away from, sought, yearned for all at once – the ones like a blinding, white hot star, with all the gravity in the world to pull him in and destroy him.

It clicked, the way a puzzle piece snaps into its final resting spot.

Neji smiled against the sun, squinting a bit in the golden highlight. “Welcome home.”

Maybe he’s always been a little love.

That, however, isn’t what he said, though gods knows he wanted to say it. “What are you doing? It’s too hot to wear a sweater.”

Neji’s polite, small smile spread and it was like sunshine --

Since when has he been so… stunning?

Looking up at him from the stool he rested on, Shikamaru’s scanning gaze noted the small, brown cotton bag that was at his feet. “It’s almost winter, Shikamaru. Just because the sun’s out, it doesn’t make it hot .”

“I guess. It’s still warm.”

“It was kind of you to make it back on time, for once. I would have been waiting here for a while.”

Shikamaru finally let himself smile, though it felt small and reserved. Yes, he needed a shower. There’s dirt embedded into his pants, and he got rained out two days ago without proper clothes to bring back. His hair was in knots and forced into a pony tail, and he was sure that he looked like exhausted shit -- yet he could have stayed here all day, if it meant talking to Neji.

Man, you’re fucked. Truly, completely, all encompasingly fucked.

“Why are you waiting for me?”

Neji stood, bringing them eye level and entirely too close, and Shikamaru felt dizzy from the prospect of close , and then other words that took shape like intimate and pretty and you’re so fucking beautiful and you’re doing nothing --

“I have food.”

Shikamaru’s cheeks reddened immediately.

“That is, if you don’t need any more distance.”

He felt like he was on fire. What an idiot I’ve been .

“I… of course I am. I’m sorry about --”

“Don’t worry. Just,” and his eyes dropped, then came up in a slow, surveying glance that left Shikamaru’s nerves on fire. “Just get comfortable, and I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Shikamaru didn’t argue, he just felt grateful that Neji didn’t press any further. Besides, he was hungry, and he should probably eat something before he passes out for however many hours, or days.

Neji picked up the bag at his feet and followed Shikamaru in.

Though he intended to be fast, the water soon ran cold and he realized that he was in the shower for over half an hour. Gods knows it was necessary, but he cringed at the idea of Neji waiting in the kitchen for him.

Shikamaru’s hair was wrung well, but it stayed wet for a number of hours. He would normally let it dry down and combed, but he pulled it up into a wet ponytail before making his way down stairs, absent-mindedly tossing on a light sweater and sweatpants.

The smell of simmering meats and spices was strong, and Neji turned his head slightly to greet Shikamaru as he rounded the corner.

The kitchen was, as to be expected, clean, with a variety of dishes and prepared vegetables laid out on the countertops. The Hyuuga wore his mom’s apron, a little red one with no special decorations other than old broth stains, hanging from his thin hips.

“Take a seat, I’m almost done... I had most of the prepped food ready before I got here.”

Everything about this… it was so bizarre. He didn’t know whether to smile and appreciate it, or caution asking if there was something wrong. Was someone dying, or were they entering a war, did the Hokage die?

Maybe he...

Neji squinted. “Nara, I swear… just sit down, don’t look so paranoid.”

Shikamaru shook his head, blinking away the sheer confusion and the way he liked seeing him in his home, making him lunch. “I’m… okay, yes, I will. ”

He moved to take a seat at the table, an awkwardness settling in as he realized that the guest in his home was preparing a meal for him . “I’m just a little puzzled, that’s all. Why the meal? Why all…” And he gestured around to the counter tops, all covered in little bowls of sauce and cut onions and a variety of different toppings for the rice and soup and meat.

“I know it’s not traditional and I don’t normally welcome you back from missions, but I thought maybe I should. I’m not always in Konoha when you return, so now’s a good time to start… since I can.”

“But… why?”

“You’re sounding like you don’t want me here,” he laughed. “It’s something I wanted and chose to do.”

“I just mean, there’s always a reason.”

“Then call it a gesture.”

Shikamaru sighed, and resigned to lounging in his seat as he watched Neji cook.

Since he was being honest, and finally resigned himself to the fact that his feelings were there for the long haul, he could admit that Neji was beautiful.

The entire village knew it, but at least now he could think it, and admit that he was thinking it. Neji, with his long hair, and his pride, and his ability to set off every single neuron in his brain with just a smile or act of intimacy, like cooking…

“You’re being particularly quiet today,” Neji offered, broad shoulders to Shikamaru. He was cutting up some sort of vegetable, and the little click of the blade against the wood board lightly punctuated his observation.

“Sorry, it was just a long mission,” Shikamaru said, eyes still on Neji, a tint of heat across his cheeks as he skimmed the surface of his strong shoulders. “I wouldn’t say the Suna is the most forgiving landscape I’ve been in.”

Neji hummed, still chopping. “Did you get hurt?”

“Nah, it was too clumsy an organization to deal any real damage. There were even hostages, and everyone came home pretty fast despite how many guards they had. Gaara was thankful his men didn’t have to go in, otherwise… well the hostages probably wouldn’t have made it out.”

“Hmm. It was more action than talking, I take it?”

“Yeah… we got briefed and that was it.”

“Easy.”

“Very. Just long.”

“Mm… Shikamaru?”

Chop, chop, chop - the sound of onions and -- r adish? daikon? -- becoming minced and soup ready.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if you got more time to think. You know, what you needed time to think about last time we talked.”

Shikamaru looked away, taking to memorizing the cover of a book laid out on the dinner table. “Maybe.”

“And you’re talking to me again.”

“Yeah…”

“I guess, since you had time to think, and you’re talking to me again, then you don’t need any more distance?”

“Sure…”

“Care to tell me why, then?”

“I…”

Shikamaru was overcomplicating things, and he knew it. It’s pretty dumb, after all, to let a crush ruin everything.

It’s pretty dumb to feel dumb for saying it out loud.

“It’s so stupid,” Shikamaru started, glancing to the side. “I was taking my time, but I never know when the right time is.”

“Is it possible that, maybe,” and Neji turned around, smiling small and knowingly, cocking his head to the side. “You’re thinking too much?”

Shikamaru laughed, a deep sense of stupidity rising from his chest because no shit . “What can I say, it’s what I do.”

Neji rolled his eyes, toweling off his hands.

Their kitchen was small -- it was enough for a family, but with the two of them, it felt like it shrunk to half the size and the only thing that was in it was Neji, and Shikamaru with his stupid little brain and his stupid overreactions. Neji took the four or five steps necessary to stand in front of Shikamaru, and that’s all he did. Shikamaru wanted him to reach out, to hold his hand or tilt his head up by the chin with a delicate, powerful finger.

Instead, it was so much better.

Neji kept a foot between them, holding his towel idly in his two hands.“If you liked me so much, I could have been here making you food for years.”

Shikamaru knew it somewhere in his heart, but to hear it out loud felt like being flung from the top of a mountain. He swallowed, his blush returned in full force, and he couldn’t stand how he was so dense that he ignored how much Neji showed him he loved him. “I was…”

“You are a child.”

“Neji…”

“ We haven’t talked for a month, Nara.”

“I mean, I sort of panicked…”

“Sort of?” He he was tall and towering and his judgment came with no scolding, no hate, just a haughty sense of pride.

Shikamaru was as overwhelmed at the confrontation as he was relieved, balanced so delicately between the two that he couldn’t find it in himself to make up excuses. “Okay, fine , I panicked and tried to run away. I’m a shirker at heart, okay?”

“I’ve never seen you run away,” and his glee, his elation, was bordering on rude.

“Stop…”

Be glad he’s not upset...

“But in romance?”

“ Neji , I don’t need to hear it,” Shikamaru whined, surprising himself with the way his words took shape and sounded , so small and capable of being squashed . “I didn’t know what to do about it , and I thought maybe I was wrong, and when that wasn’t true, I felt like shit for --”

Neji smiled at the scene unfolding, and leaned in, hand gently bringing up Shikamaru’s chin to give him a small forehead kiss. “You’re so incredibly stupid.”

“You’re making me feel worse.”

“Consider it… the fee for not talking to me.”

Neji’s fingers still lingered under Shikamaru’s chin, and the smug look crossing his features showed how much he loved watching Shikamaru scramble for his bearings.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, you can’t be a genius all the time.”

He presses a kiss to Shikamaru’s lips before returning to the task at hand when he sound of boiling water started to overtake the pot it was in. Shikamaru sat back, watched, and tried his best not to stare.

Neji sat across from Shikamaru, and between them was a hearty meal spread across several plates and bowls. He was looking down to his food, skewering a carrot from his bowl of soup. “Were you ever going to talk with me? Ask me? I didn’t take you for being shy…”

Shikamaru felt abundantly embarrassed no matter how much time had passed, and instead of focusing on all the ways he fucked up and made himself out to be an idiot, he just took another bite of rice and savory meat and tried not to look Neji in the eye. At least, that is, until the amusement wore off and he wasn’t smiling like he was about to laugh. “It wasn’t all me, you know… I mean, even when I was panicking and dealing with my own shit, I didn’t know what to do about… if your clan has any rules or guidelines for you. I didn’t know if you could… theoretically, ah…”

Neji spared him the explanation, knowing that diving into clan politics and unspoken rules wasn’t as easily breached as things like dinner and mission reports.

“It’s complicated, but the idea of it is that so long as I’m private, and keep my relationships private, then I have a sort of freedom for who I choose to be with. When it comes to commitments, there’s… stipulations, but it still doesn’t prevent me from choosing. If I fail in my duties to lady Hinata, then it’s another situation entirely… but that’s not a concern I have.”

“Oh. So, we can…try this?”

Neji raised an eyebrow, a small smirk following quickly. “We can try a lot of things.”

“Please, don’t… let me lick my wounds before you start in.”

Neji chuckled, skewering a strip of barbecue. “Fine, this time.”

Shikamaru sighed in relief, and felt a little better about himself. He didn’t recognize himself in his actions, so he didn’t want to question them now when he finally had what he wanted.

He looked up from his food, and found Neji just. Staring. His elbow was propped up on the wooden table and his cheek was tucked against his curled fingers so that he could continue to watch, observe, to see .

“You’re staring.”

Neji’s brow raised a bit. “You’re always staring, I think it’s my turn.”

Shikamaru straightened his posture, just the mere thought of being so intensely observed bringing a pool of heat to his stomach. “I’m not always…”

Neji uncurled one finger from his propped hand and tapped the side of his head, just beside his eyes, as his Byakugan flashed across like a comet in the sky. “Don’t you think I’d see?”

It makes sense. Shikamaru just grumbled and returned his eyes to his food, ceding defeat.

A couple of minutes passed, silence and eating and the clink of chopsticks or spoons against porcelain.

It was all so sudden – no sooner had Shikamaru made up his mind about his feelings did the object of his affections also made it clear that he had feelings as well.

He’s never been taught about this – he learned about chakra systems and how to strangle an assaulting ninja before he learned how to handle this.

Love. Companionship. Whatever.

“So you… you said years, right?”

Neji looked up, mouth full. He squinted, a look of confusion overshadowing his eyes that he couldn’t yet voice.

“You said you would have been making me food for years…”

Neji nodded, so matter of factly, swallowing a bite-full of food.

“So you… have had feelings, for years...”

Another nod.

“I don’t know how I could be so dense.”

Neji swallowed, bringing his hand up to his mouth before speaking. “You’ve always been dense.”

“I used to like to think I’m at least self aware! By gods, I tried to avoid you, and yet I’ve avoided this for years.”

“You don’t have to drag yourself over the coals on this, Shikamaru – we’re here now . That’s all that matters, not the hypothetical past, and not you coming to some sort of realization years ago. Just now.”

Shikamaru sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know, I know – I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

Neji’s responding smile was enough to settle the conversation. “I was okay how we were, and when I realized your feelings for me, I am now more than okay.”

“I’m sure this will hurt my pride, but how did you realize?”

Neji was taking another bite of pork, and he laughed before he could finish it. He swallowed and followed it with a drink of water. “You couldn’t look me in the eye for weeks, you stopped drinking with me, and you think you were somehow stealthy?”

Shikamaru prayed for the floor to swallow him up, to crack open just enough for him to plummet into darkness. “When you put it like that…”

“I never minded, and I would have waited forever.”

Shikamaru’s chest swelled with warmth, and this time he didn’t avoid Neji’s eyes once they met.

“I’ll never make you wait again.”

“I’ll be back later,” Neji said, now that their meal was done. Both he and Shikamaru already cleaned the kitchen, and stored the food that was left over in the fridge.

“You can stay, you know – no one’s gonna kick you out.”

They were outside, Shikamaru standing in the doorway and Neji facing him from the patio. Neji shook his head. “Unfortunately, I have to meet with the hokage for our weekly round table – but that’s okay, you’ve been gone too long, you should rest.”

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. “I get told I’m lazy all day long, and now I’m being told to rest. ”

Neji sighed, a full body sigh that made him visibly relax his shoulders. “You’re so much trouble, Nara.”

Then he took his hands and framed Shikamaru’s face. “Just get your lazy ass some sleep.”

Shikamaru let his feelings guide his body and gave in to that which he normally would have denied, and grabbed the hands still framing his face, light like a leaf to the ground. He nodded, not thrilled that he was leaving, but appreciating the small gesture all the same.

“Okay, fine, Hyuuga. Didn’t want you around anyway.”

Neji’s grin was tentative, testing, like he didn’t want to give away his amusement for sake of pride. Shikamaru grinned at the expected Hyuuga reaction, and he felt a little more of his footing flatten out beneath him, like they were starting to make sense.

“See ya later, Hyuuga,” and he pressed a small kiss to Neji’s lips, the type he knew he could give without sinking too deep into wanting more. He pulled away, separating them by a margin, and said, “Thanks for seeing through me.”

Neji’s lips peaked into a beautiful smile, painted deep shades of warmth and fondness. “Thanks for being see-through.”

Shikamaru ignored the perpetual heat in his cheeks, and as soon as Neji was gone, his return to his bed was swift and seamless.

#my fic #shikaneji #naruto fic #one off #shikamaru #neji #im not entirely thrilled #but im not unsatisfied either #thank u for reading :)#complete

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dattebae · 4 years

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Hi! I just came across your blog but I just wanted to say I think it’s hilarious how you mention how all your naruhina friends was shocked that narusaku wasn’t canon, and how I reacted the same way lolol (I’m also naruhina fan). But I also wanted to say as a naruhina fan I 100% agree with your anti naruhina part 1

Part 2 and why I hate kishimoto and naruto (it’s partially why I’m glad I never caught up to shippuden after the pein arc but I still lose because I suffered through the disrespect of naruhina and their character’s development). But tbh I never shipped narusaku b/c I never felt like Sakura was ever in love with him but I just figured they automatically end up to together because they’re the hero and heroine because that’s just how works (except w/ like anthem of the heart)

P 3 but I also thought it end up w/ the story completed with closure but w/ a cliff hanger canon ship too b/c naruto never came off as focus on romance at all & figured be like hey let’s call it a wrap. Tbh would’ve preferred it so there wouldn’t be so much hate amongst everyone in the fandom. Also sorry for bringing up naruhina but I just wanted to let you know you’re not alone on your view points b/c I feel the same way about the way ship was handled

P 4 so sorry for so many asks (this the last one I swear) but tbh even though I used be a NaruHina shipper I think and also ship SasuNaru and they should’ve been end game. But I also love SasuHina and SakuHina and a lot of ships also but since NaruSaku & NaruHina get all the hate I wanted to know how you feel about these two ships? (P.s I hope didn’t sound like I was anti NaruSaku b/c I’m not, I can’t really have an full opinion since I never finished Naruto lol)

P 5 Ok I’m super sorry but I was looking further into your blog and well now you don’t have to answer my SasuHina question lol (omg I can’t believe you’re a NaruSaku and a SasuSaku that ships SasuHina like every shipper of those two I’ve so far hate SasuHina but then again just hate Hinata period). But I saw a few other things you’ve said I’d like to comment on like I totally agree with that SasuSaku ask you answered about how Sakura becomes immature to Sasuke even after her development and etc

P 6 & when Sasuke is brought up is the only time when I really dislike Sakura b/c it ruins her character but other than that I love her & also I only half agree with you on Sakura being a relatable b/c i don’t see how Sakura being canonly labeled the most beautiful girl in Konoha & being top of her class & haveing tons of admirers is relatable at all

P 7 (I’m sorry but there’s a ask word limit) but I don’t see how Hinata was made to be so desirable when she gets so much hate for being plain looking & get called ugly for it. Like I know a lot people say it’s only b/c of her body she get attentions but not a lot of people actually like boobs or cares when it comes to attraction & the fact that she was given big boobs was just so people can even considered attractive is fucked up b/c even Kishi didn’t think she was

P 8 but yeah everything else you about Sakura’s character is true & it’s why I love her so much but at same time she’s not 100% relatable b/c everyone knows Sakura is pretty, & popular when it comes to boys but being pretty gives you privilege & is why Sakura got such great development & is the most loved female character. Ugly girls don’t get a happy story like her & unattractive girls never go as far as prettier one’s b/c they aren’t given the opportunities instead

oh god almighty . . . people still care about naruto???

basically i just wanna clarify that the things you are bringing up are a good 3-5 years old lmao so honestly i don’t care/stand for a lot of ship-related things you mentioned. I will however give you a brief respond regarding Sakura not being relatable.

Sakura being the most beautiful and popular wasn’t exactly a narrative that was pushed to the viewers throughout the manga, nor was it something that defined her character. It might’ve been more relevant in the genin days when she cared about having long hair and being pretty, but that was something that she overcame in the forest of death when she cut her hair off to protect naruto and sasuke. After that she didn’t care much for her appearance if you ask me. I find Sakura to be incredibly relatable and good example in that sense, but also when it comes to her other flaws. She has a short temper, she misjudged people ( Lee and Naruto ) , she had to constantly compare herself to Naruto and Sasuke while training under Tsunade , she made a lot of mistakes , she’s not very likable amongst the fandom. In an interview Kishimoto even explained that Sakura and Lee are the most human characters out of the bunch. SO, Sakura is indeed relatable and she has a LOT of human flaws which can make viewers dislike her. Ironically, to me that’s what makes her interesting. Not to mention, the more people hate her because of double standards, the more it makes me like her lmao. One example is that people can praise Hinata for attempting to fight Neji or Pain despite failing, but they’ll call Sakura useless just for appearing on screen. See my point here? I’m not trying to pit these characters against each other, i just find it quite irritating that people do. Hinata is definitely more likable to an audience because of her soft-spoken nature and her crush on naruto. She is also one of the characters that is easy to pity and sympathize with imo. Also, she certainly doesn’t have a bland or boring look to her? I find her very pretty! I think that’s just something they like to describe her as but not really portray her as lol

i didn’t wanna be a dick and ignore your messages because it really seemed like you put time into it, but tbh i really dont care about naruto related stuff these days. Thank you for writing to me though !

#long post #naruto #narusaku #hinata hyuuga #sakura haruno #ask #Anonymous

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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No but really, I had left a comment on an SNS video, and an ss shipper came along and replied, she only sees them as very good friends. When I gave her all my points as to why they weren't. Which included everytime Sasuke asks Naruto and Naruto says friend. And Sasuke is not satisfied. Or vote 2. I mean it is just plain basic text for God's sake. Kishi made sure he made that clear. Like pointedly. This person not only denied everything saying and I will quote her - I don't know what you are on about. SNS shippers are crazy.

I am talking about literal panels from the manga, I am not even interpreting it.

Like the erasure.... And right after, they started talking about how toxic SNS fandom is who forces everyone to agree with them. Even though she replied to my comment first. 😂😂😂

I mean...

I somehow felt that she knew what I was talking about. It's just that the force of heteronormativity is so strong, that denial becomes the truth to them. Denial is such a joykill, they would enjoy media so much more if only they were a little open minded. I mean I feel blessed to have known Sasuke and Naruto's story. I would have felt sad for them if they weren't so annoying.

Oh... I do feel your pain and irritation... Anon!!!! Because I did what you did in Quora as well... And it ended in my favor though...

Isn't it funny??? Right after you provided all the proofs, rather than countering your points by providing the panels that supports their view, that person started to accuse you that, "You all force everyone to agree with you".... Accepting the truth is somewhat very difficult for people in this fandom.

There is this crack-head in Tumblr who is spouting shits like "SNS fandom is doing Heterosexual Erasure"....

And I was like... "Fuck, Dude..... You exist, I exist and many people in this planet exists because of the Heterosexuality... There's no way to erase something which constitutes what... 95% of entire people's sexuality.. It is you, Asshole, who is trying to erase a genuine Homosexual Representation in a popular Shounen Anime"....

And this is what I can't even comprehend.... Most of the times, like 98% of the time, it is always THEM WHO COME INTO OUR BUSINESS AND SPOIL THE FUN AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND..... I simply don't understand this logic.. They became canon, got official recognition, media support and along with it some 'Bragging Rights'.... They really got everything they ever wanted. Still, they always... like always... find themselves to meddle with other shippers, just like that person annoyed you.

It's just like you said, "I somehow felt that she knew what I was talking about."

Deep down, Deep down.... they know. They really know that they literally don't have any solid canon evidence to prove that the people involved in that ship love each other. And they are Jealous of us because of that exact same reason. And not only us, they are extremely abusive towards their counter-Hetero ships... NS and SK.

I mean, Say for example, if somehow SNS became canon... Will we ever do this to other people who are against us??? I don't think so. We would simply ignore them just like how we are ignoring them right now. But they can't able to do the same with others because they are empty and they know it.

#sasunaru #narusasu #sns

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robininthelabyrinth · 5 years

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Tear Into Your Soul - Training Week 4 - ao3 link

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama

For @writhingbeneathyou

Something will probably have to be done about Izuna.

Hashirama smiles vacantly at his best friend’s younger brother as he continues to rant. Despite their proximity, Izuna never really became his precious person - but he is Madara's, and thus Hashirama considers Izuna to be his by proxy and thus important - no matter how annoying he might be sometimes.

Izuna had stormed into Hashirama’s office at full Uchiha boil, which would be funny except for how it’s keeping Hashirama there when all he wants is to go back to rejoin Tobirama and Madara already.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Hashirama interjects when Izuna stops for air, keeping his tone polite. Far more polite than Izuna deserves, really, what with his implications and innuendos suggesting that Hashirama has taken his beloved brother off to be murdered or tortured or for some other nefarious purpose. And, sure, there might have been some kidnapping involved, but Hashirama’s intentions are hardly nefarious! Madara’s getting everything he’s ever wanted, and everything Hashirama’s ever wanted, too. What’s the problem? “As I’ve already told you, we went out on a secret high ranked – sorry, S-ranked – mission. I got the summons telling me to come back and I did, even now a second time –”

And oh, Hashirama loves his village, but someone is definitely going to die for that.

“– but I’ll be going back out to join them soon enough. Your brother is not at any serious risk.”

Izuna crosses his arms in front of him. “And I’ll be going with you.”

Hashirama manages not to snort aloud at the thought of Izuna walking in on some of the scenes between Madara and Tobirama that he’s been recording for himself in the little hideaway he put them both in. He doesn’t think Izuna will properly appreciate what Hashirama is doing.

Pity, that, because Hashirama’s plan is working so well.

If he can just pull this off, Hashirama will get to keep his most precious people close to him, Madara will get a haven from all his worries, and Tobirama will finally, finally get to have someone (other than Hashirama) who loves and adores him the way he deserves, with all the intensity of true Uchiha obsession.

All Hashirama wants is for his beloved ones to be happy, and he truly, sincerely believes that their happiness can only be achieved when they’re with him. So, really, when you think about it like that, it’s practically incumbent upon him to do whatever it takes, anything it takes, to seize that wonderful happiness for all of them. And no matter how difficult, that is a duty he is more than willing to take on.

(For Madara, Hashirama would and has crushed his own clan into meek compliance, all to enable them to obtain their mutual dreamed-of village of peace.

For Tobirama, Hashirama would raze down forests, and for him that’s saying something.

There is nothing he will not do for them – nothing, that is, but let them go free…)

“There’s no need for you to come along, Izuna,” Hashirama says sweetly. “We’re perfectly safe, or as safe as you can get on a mission.” His smile broadens, beatific and radiating inner peace in a way he knows is extremely irritating, especially to people who – like Izuna – think he really is that dumb. “After all, we already have the three strongest shinobi in the village on the job.”

Izuna doesn’t quite manage to hide the way the reminder makes him scowl. Tobirama’s superior status rankles and eats away at Izuna, Hashirama knows, but after how gloriously Tobirama defeated him – Tobirama’s brilliant mind defeating the Sharingan at last, even the great Mangekyo Sharingan itself – there can be no question anymore.

Tobirama is the third strongest – Izuna only the fourth.

After all, Tobirama had all but killed his rival, while it was only through Hashirama’s mercy that Izuna yet walks the earth.

Mercy, yes – and patience.

Oh, Hashirama has learned all about patience, this past decade or so. He was an impatient child, he acknowledges as much: he should never have asked Madara to choose him over his family by the riverbank – they were young, weak; they could never have stood together against their parents for their peace, not when their brothers would have paid the price for it. They should have laid in wait, grown strong, and then they could have acted, acted together, and things would have been different, better.

He didn’t wait, and now he has to work twice as hard to fix what he broke – but fix it he will.

Madara wants to choose family over Hashirama?

Fine.

(It’s not fine.)

Hashirama will weave himself and his Tobirama into Madara’s conception of family so permanently that they can never be plucked out: he’ll plant the seeds now and let them grow until Madara’s heart and soul are ripe for the harvest.

He knows what he wants and he knows how to get there - and he knows that he will use all of his resources to get it.

Even the resources that don’t yet know they are his.

Like - say - poor, ignorant little Izuna.

After all, what Izuna doesn’t know won’t hurt him -

- until Hashirama decides that it will.

“Listen to me, Senju,” Izuna says heatedly, putting his hands down on Hashirama’s desk. It’s almost offensive how free he feels with Hashirama’s personal space, but then, he thinks of Hashirama as a soft-hearted fool, a perception Hashirama has done exactly nothing to dissuade him of. It’s far too amusing. “I’m going to get straight to the point –”

“Oh, good,” Hashirama says innocently. “I’d been wondering when you were planning to do that.”

“You –! I know you're up to something. My brother never leaves home without warning or telling me –”

“My fault entirely,” Hashirama cuts in smoothly. “I’m afraid I sprang the mission on him last second – forgot all about it until it was time to head out. You know me: I’d misplace my head if it wasn’t attached!”

He laughs, even as Izuna seethes. Mostly because it makes Izuna seethe; if Izuna wasn’t so set in his belief that Hashirama is a blithering idiot, he might actually realize that Hashirama’s been mocking him this entire time.

“How long is this mission supposed to last again?” Izuna finally demands, as if Hashirama hasn’t already told him five times.

“We should be back a week after we first set out.”

“If he’s a single day late –”

“Isn’t the usual worry date four days out?” Hashirama wonders. “Or at least two, for short range ones? Do you not trust Madara to be able to complete a mission, is that it? You should have more respect for your elders.”

Izuna makes a frustrated sound like kettle boiling. “Listen, he’d better be back on time, you hear me?”

“I hear you. I’m not sure I understand you, but I certainly hear you.”

Izuna scoffs. “Just make absolutely sure he’s back in one piece, or else -”

“I’ll always do my best to take care of Madara,” Hashirama assures him. “He’s very precious to me.”

“Yes, yes, your ‘precious people’; the whole world knows about your stupid Will of Fire and your precious people…!” Another scoff. “I’ve just about filled up on it. Tell me the instant my brother gets back.”

Hashirama watches as Izuna storms out.

Shaking his head, he gets up to go: with Izuna gone, there’s nothing keeping him here, and he has high hopes for what Madara and Tobirama have gotten up to in his absence. Madara’s been positively mad for Tobirama ever since he left them alone that first time, worshipping every inch of him with classic Uchiha obsession; it’s all working out very well according to plan.

An Uchiha tracker does try, not-so-subtly, to follow him out of the gates, but Hashirama loses him easily, just as he does the one who follows far more subtly, seeking to use the shadow of the first as a dodge. Izuna’s loyalists, of course, but Hashirama is not respected throughout the many nations and nor revered among the many clans as the God of Shinobi because he would fall for such an insipid little play as that.

Yes, something will clearly have to be done about Izuna.

After losing his tails in the forest, Hashirama doubles back to the secure little outpost where he’s left his brother in Madara’s tender care.

Hashirama grins in earnest as he walks into the room: they’re on the bed, Tobirama lying flat on his back, eyes glazed over with pleasure and moaning as Madara thrusts into him, kneeling between his splayed legs.

Delightful.

Hashirama wonders if either of them really needed the infusion of aphrodisiac he included in the tea he served them that morning before he returned to the village, or if he would have walked in on them like this regardless, but dismisses the thought as irrelevant a second later; there’s really no harm in being certain, after all.

“Having fun without me, I see,” he remarks cheerfully, shedding his clothing as he comes forward to kneel by the bed. He’s been hard since he left the office, and after the aggravating day he had he thinks he deserves a nice treat. “Madara, push him forward a bit, will you?”

Madara obliges him, and Tobirama hangs his head back over the side of the bed, opening his pretty little mouth to take Hashirama’s cock without even the slightest bit of urging.

The position robs Tobirama of all autonomy: with one leg wrapped around Madara’s chest and the other draped over Madara’s arm, his back arching and his neck hanging low and supported only by Hashirama’s hand, he’s being held entirely aloft between them, shifting back and forth with their thrusts.

Entirely at their mercy.

Perfect.

“That’s wonderful, Tobirama,” Hashirama praises, even as he fucks his brother’s throat without much concern for the difficulties of the position. Tobirama’s a trained shinobi, lithe and flexible; he can handle it. “Very well done; you’re getting so good at this. Madara, isn’t he getting good at this?”

Madara scoffs a little. He would sound remarkably like his younger brother but for the fact that his version comes across as rather fond instead of condescending.

“Enjoying teaching your baby brother to suck your cock, Hashirama?” Madara asks, not slowing his thrusts in the slightest. “That turn you on?”

“It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it,” Hashirama says virtuously. It’s ridiculous enough to make Tobirama actually laugh around his cock, a delightful feeling, and it brings a smile to Madara’s face. “Might as well be you and me, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hashirama…”

“Besides, I’ve already taught him that. This is just a new position. Like a graduation lesson!”

Madara barks a laugh. “You’re absurd.”

Hashirama grins and reaches out to reel Madara in for a kiss, tasting Madara’s laughter on his tongue even as he enjoys the feeling of Tobirama’s hot little mouth, the way he moves his lips and tongue along Hashirama’s cock to try to make it better for him as he thrusts in, glorying in his brother’s submission.

This is how it should be, he thinks to himself: Madara happy, distracted from the worries and the weight his clan has placed on his shoulders; Tobirama safe between them, safe and loved and appreciated the way he should always be, and would never believe just from Hashirama alone; and the three of them concerned with nothing but the great joy of being together, a joy that grows all the greater for being shared.

This is how it should always have been.

This is how it will be, if Hashirama has anything to say about it. He’s going to make this beautiful present into his future, his permanent future, and absolutely no one will stand in his way.

Especially not Izuna.

Hashirama wonders idly if it’s time for Izuna to have another little relapse of that lung complaint of his, the one that stems from that little snarl of scar tissue left over in his chest from the battle wound he incurred from Tobirama’s sword. All perfectly natural, of course; the Uchiha medics themselves confirmed that it was truly amazing that Hashirama had managed to keep the scarring to such a minimum amount.

And if their iryo jutsu is not strong enough to see that within that scar tissue there is the tiniest little dab of foreign cells, mostly dead and entirely dormant unless awakened with the Mokuton, that once upon a time came from a species of tree called ficus aurea –

Well. That’s just too bad, isn’t it?

Hashirama smirks a little at the thought – he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into Madara’s mouth, to mercilessly grind into Tobirama’s face, enjoying the uncomplicated pleasure they were both giving him – but ultimately decides against it.

Annoying or not, scheming or not, threat or not, Izuna will remain untouched for now.

After all, the true purpose of the so very aptly-named strangler fig is to ensure that Izuna will not waste his life in battle: Madara loves and fears for his last brother, the bastion of his sanity, and Hashirama knows that although Madara is saddened by Izuna’s mysterious condition, he is secretly pleased that it does not impact his life in any serious manner and cannot fully hide his lack of regret that Izuna has been forced to resign from the front lines, trading battle for administration in his new role as the head of T&I for the village.

No, best not to do anything: Madara would only worry if he found out that Izuna had another attack while he was gone, starting coughing and clutching at his chest as though something had curled around his lungs to press all the air out, and Hashirama wants this week to be one that Madara remembers with untainted joy.

Maybe another time, if Izuna continues to be so irritating.

“Oh, I missed you two,” Hashirama says, continuing to kiss Madara. He likes kissing Madara, and he’s got over a decade of kisses to make up for; he could spend all day doing just this. Having his cock sucked at the same time doesn’t hurt, though, especially since Tobirama has really become quite frighteningly skilled at it given the short amount of time he’s had to practice. “You know, I haven’t come at all this morning; isn’t that a terrible shame?”

“No, you’re terrible,” Madara breathes against Hashirama’s lips, breaking away a little, but still fond, still laughing, and not pulling away the way he had been at first. No more struggling, no more attempts to escape: Madara’s forgotten all about that. It’s amazing how pleasure can break a person so much more thoroughly than torture, something professional torturers like Izuna never seem to realize – or else he’d be far more worried about his brother’s friendship with Hashirama than he already is. “Absolutely terrible, Hashirama. Did you put something in our tea this morning?”

“Who, me?” Hashirama asks, leaning forward to nip slightly at Madara’s neck – Madara likes a bit of pain with his pleasure, Hashirama’s found, and he’s already got all sorts of plans on how to best use that to maximum advantage. “I’m hurt at your, mmm, terrible insinuations. As if I’d ever do something so underhanded. Me, a sweet, good, innocent little shinobi…”

Madara laughs again.

“What makes you say that, anyway?”

“We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other all day,” Madara says. “You did, then?”

“Obviously I did. There’s no such thing as an innocent shinobi. When did you notice?”

“Not until afternoon,” Madara concedes, which is hilarious: that meant they’d already been at each other all day without thinking anything was strange about it. “I’d decided to try riding Tobirama –”

“Oh, did you now?” Hashirama asks, delighted. He’d had to guide or force them into trying all sorts of new positions and techniques, but he’s also had nearly five days of almost non-stop sexual play to distract them by now; they’d stopped even mentioning their other obligations at this point. And now they were starting to innovate on their own! “Did he like that?”

(He wonders if this satisfaction what it feels like when you finally break a feral animal's spirit to your yoke. He thinks it might be.)

Madara smirks, smug as a rooster strutting amongst the hens. “I’d tell you to ask him, but…”

“His mouth is otherwise occupied, yes. Good, good. How’d that give it up?”

“Well, he came pretty quickly –”

“Virgins,” Hashirama sighs, tutting a little down at a now-blushing Tobirama. He does so love humiliating his so-proud brother, a pleasure he reserves only for himself and no other, though perhaps if Madara is very good and very obedient Hashirama will consider letting him in on the fun. “Really, Tobirama, and here I thought you were doing so much better…”

“He did a perfectly respectable job of it,” Madara says, and oh, Hashirama loves how he’s defending Tobirama’s honor, even if there’s nothing really to defend.

Izuna’s going to be in for a nasty little surprise the next time he tries to cast aspersions on Hashirama’s little brother just because he’s a sore loser who can’t admit his own failure.

Hashirama really hopes he’s there to see it happen.

“And?” Hashirama prompts.

“Well, he got hard again right after,” Madara says wryly. “And given that he was still inside of me at the time, it was – noticeable.”

“I’m sure it was,” Hashirama says, laughing at the thought. He’ll have to watch that scene later; he can just imagine the looks on their faces. “Should I not have done it, then?”

Madara snorts. “Like me telling you to stop would have any effect –”

Good, he’s learning.

“– but as it happens, I’m more interested in getting my hands on some of that stuff, whatever it is. I can think of four different missions it would be perfect for.”

“I’m not sure I’m pleased with you thinking about missions while fucking my brother,” Hashirama scolds his best friend lightly, though he doesn’t disagree. It is, in fact, extremely useful. “Don’t let us down, Madara; put your back into it or don’t bother.”

Madara’s always been marvelously competitive, and it doesn’t take much more than a few more goads before he’s really rutting away in earnest; Hashirama can lean back on his heels and let Madara’s thrusts move Tobirama’s mouth along his cock, no effort required.

It takes only a few more minutes for Madara to come after that, and then he curls up on the bedsheets and watches as Hashirama kneels back up to properly fuck Tobirama’s mouth.

Mindful of his visually-attenued audience, Hashirama makes sure to pull out and come on Tobirama’s face at the end.

“Lovely,” Madara says, his eyes heavy and lidded with post-orgasm languor. “Hashirama, you can handle clean-up, can’t you? Since this is all your fault, anyway.”

“Seems only right,” Tobirama agrees, his voice raspy, his throat well-used. “Go get some water, anija; we’re positively filthy.”

“Work, work, work,” Hashirama complains cheerfully, even as he does get up to get water and towels to help clean them both up. “That’s all you want me for, I knew it. I’m just superfluous free labor…”

“Shut up, anija. We’re sleeping now.”

“Damn right.”

Hashirama pretends to grumble, but he’s immensely pleased when he settles in between them, pulling both his brother and his best friend into his arms. He’ll deal with their insolence later, when he’s less content, less happy.

This is everything he wants in the world, right here. He’s going to keep it.

No matter who he has to sacrifice to do that.

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