#kakashi cannot bake well

[sunstaar]

A Piece of Cake (or not)

Kakashi Hatake x reader

Word Count: 3,5k

Ao3

The happiest of birthdays to @wind-becomes-lightning ! Thank you for being such a wonderful and sweet person, it has been a joy to know you. Have a great birthday and start into your next year of life! I wish you all the best and more, so here's a little something for you! I hope you enjoy it 🖤

Summary: It is your birthday, and Kakashi is determined to bake a cake for you. If he had only known how wrong it would go.

Kakashi was not a baker, and for years already he had thought of the fact to be alright. Rather, he had always prided himself in the fact that he was a good cook, a great one even. There was not one meal of his that missed the mark, tasted off, or even made him feel a wrong kind of fuzzy inside. Without a doubt, cooking truly was a forté and due to the dislike he harbored toward sweet things, Kakashi never saw baking as something he needed to do often or be particularly skilled at.

For many years, he had no reason to, after all. That was at least until you came into his life, more specifically, your birthday.

Already a month prior, Kakashi had made sure to get a gift he knew you’d love, one with which he could spoil you as much as you deserve the be spoiled. Since that day it had been sitting at the bottom of his closet, cheekily hidden away from you and your prying curiosity, waiting for the day on which it could be opened.

Kakashi had to admit to himself, that he was rather proud of the gift he had chosen for you. Not only did he put a lot of effort into his choice, browsing more stores than he would have liked to until he finally managed to settle on something he considered to be close to perfect, but he was also very happy with his choice. So much so, that he had already wrapped the gift in the prettiest wrapping paper he could find in all of Konoha, topped off with one of the bows he had seen Kurenai make for her daughter Mirai.

Gift-giving was something he had never been convinced he was good at, always finding a way to somehow critique his own abilities. Yet, for you, he found it important that the gift he good was one that could make your face light up as it always did when you were happy. The huge smile your lips tugged into not only lit up the room, but also a smile of his own underneath his mask, one he could barely contain at the sight of you glowing.

Up until yesterday, he had thought of his gift as close to perfect, something he couldn’t improve if he tried. And he wouldn’t have changed anything about his gift, hadn’t it been for Gai interfering last minute.

As the energetic man had already been prior to the Fourth Shinobi War breaking out, Gai always strove to help people do their best. Especially following the war, Kakashi had found himself growing only closer to his dearest friend, seeking his advice once in a while, too. While Gai’s advice was always a double-edged blade, either too pompous or just right, over time Kakashi had become more willing to listen to what the dark-haired man was saying, his words more so an inspiration than easily dismissed ramblings.

One day until your birthday and Gai couldn’t keep his curiosity to his own anymore. So, Kakashi wasn’t surprised when the man asked what he had gotten you for your birthday.

In great detail, Kakashi began explaining his gift to Gai, barely stopping his explanation to take a deep breath or maybe sip from a drink to soothe his drying throat. He kept talking on and on, giving more information than initially requested, background information, all his scrapped ideas, and endless thoughts he had dedicated to you. And as though he couldn’t stop talking about you, Kakashi continued on and on, barely minding how Gai’s brows began settling into a slight furrow.

“My eternal rival, did you not get your lovely partner a cake?” Gai asked in his usual loud tone, so much so that he managed to catch the attention of a few people sitting around them in the bar.

Underneath his mask, Kakashi’s cheeks felt hot as his uncharacteristic rambling came to a screeching halt.

A cake? He hadn’t thought about that up until now.

Gai took a sip from his drink before he began explaining as though it was entirely obvious, “They are turning thirty, it is something to celebrate with a cake! It is once in a lifetime milestone!”

Of course, Kakashi knew that, he had once turned thirty too, after all. Luckily for him, it was a birthday he had been able to spend with you by his side, cheering him on throughout the entire day and giving him all of your love and affection. There had been barely a day like that one in his life, barely one on which he had felt as much joy as he did when he had been able to spend the entire day with you.

Kakashi awkwardly cleared his throat. “Right … a cake.” How was he gonna do that?

The few pats he had gotten from Gai on his shoulder were not the help he needed, especially as he was standing in his kitchen, doing his best at baking your favorite kind of cake for your birthday.

(Hypothetically, Kakashi could have gone ahead and bought a cake from a local bakery, chosen the prettiest and best-tasting one, and brought it home to surprise you, but he wanted to do something on his own, something more personal. He only wanted the best for you in the end.)

On the counter beside the ingredients lay a sheet with instructions for baking a cake, given to him by a kind elder lady long ago as a thank you for his help with her groceries. According to the woman, it was a family recipe of a delicious and easy-to-bake cake, passed down from generation to generation, at least until the kind woman had chosen to give him a copy too.

Kakashi was doing his best to do the recipe and also you justice, though, he soon found out that it was harder to do than initially expected. All those things he knew to do with his eyes closed while cooking suddenly seemed to just go as wrong as they could.

The first thing went wrong when he began beating the eggs to change from their yellow tone to white. In the middle of beating them, he not only remembered that he was supposed to add sugar soon, but also that he had somehow forgotten to add one egg. The fact that he forgot both made him groan aloud, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to focus on the daunting task before him. Maybe the impending headache he was forming was the reason for his growing forgetfulness, but either way, it left him a little frustrated that everything was not going to plan.

After taking a deep breath, Kakashi added the extra egg and continued to beat the eggs until white, ready to then add the right amount of sugar he double-checked this time. As written in the recipe, the mixture did indeed triple in volume, which had him breathing in a sigh of relief.

Now he had to gradually add some flour into the mixture and whisk it in. Weighing just the right amount of flower hadn’t been the problem for Kakashi, he had done this countless times already while cooking. But yet again, things weren’t meant to go right for him. As he added in the flour bit by bit, much of it missed the bowl and instead landed on his previously clean counters, causing a mess he knew he had to thoroughly clean up later before you came home. His counters were now painted white, a stark contrast to their original color.

“Nothing is going to go as intended today, is it?” Kakashi muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he moved on to the next step and went to melt the butter on his stove. To him, it felt as though he wasn’t meant to bake that cake for you, no matter how hard he tried to. That did not mean that he would stop trying because under no circumstance he would. The cake was meant to be a surprise for your birthday, and Kakashi would make sure the cake would be ready until then.

All he wanted was to surprise his spouse with something self-made, and nothing was going according to plan. A small voice in his head told him he should’ve just stuck to cooking them something, but another added that he always did that, that it wouldn’t be as special as when he baked something. Whether Gai had been right earlier was debatable, but Kakashi knew for certain that making something for his spouse was a clear sign of his affections, and all the love he held toward them.

With a heavier heart and fewer expectations than when he started, Kakashi dared to continue on. His mind was just all over the place today, a mere hour before midnight announce itself as would your birthday.

You. All he could think about was you. For you, Kakashi really wanted to make this right and bake the best cake he could, in spite of the bad day he was having so far. There was nothing he wanted more than to see you happy, and he would do anything for it to happen (even bake a cake if necessary).

Bravely, Kakashi continued, added the milk, and waited until the butter was completely melted. In comparison to the other steps, this one went better. While he was stirring the mixture carefully, his eyes traveled over to the recipe again to take a good look at the next step, one that had him hoping his streak of sudden luck would continue.

Next, he mixed some of the previously made batter into the hot milk, and luckily not one drop of anything spilled beyond the bowl. According to the kind grandmother’s notes, the step was supposed to both cool down the hot milk a little, and have the hot milk become foamy. Kakashi was especially glad when that in fact did happen, a breath of relief leaving his lips.

He only needed to pour the milk texture back into the whipped eggs, and then he would be done with the batter for the cake. He could do it.

Admittedly, his work was a little sloppy, uncharacteristically of him. While nothing ended up going over the bowl and right onto his kitchen counter again, Kakashi did feel more frustrated than he ever did when preparing a meal. He hadn’t expected baking a cake to be that difficult to do, given his skills when it comes to cooking. And yet, here he was, struggling.

In the back of his mind, he could hear your voice speaking to him, telling him not to worry about making mistakes, about not being good at everything. When he was down, you were the one pulling him up and back onto his feet, keeping him stable until he could continue on his own. Kakashi knew, that if you could see him right now, you would most likely let out one of your melodic laughs and shake your head at him. A teasing comment would fall from your lips, one that wasn’t meant seriously but rather to cheer him up. The kiss you would press against his cheek would have his cheeks heating up and reddening instantly.

For you, he would finish what he started.

As instructed in the recipe, Kakashi went to pour the now-finished batter into one of the several pans he owned, making sure that he covered the bottom with parchment paper first so the cake wouldn’t stick to it once it was done baking. Then he scraped the remains of the better out of the bowl and into the pan, making sure not to waste any of it in the process. To get out the air bubbles forming in the pan, Kakashi picked it up and dropped the cake pan onto the counter several times, successfully managing to get the bubbles out.

Despite most of the steps have gone wrong, Kakashi thought that his cake did not look too shabby. While it wasn’t what he would consider a visually appealing batter or one he would dare to attempt again, it did appear eatable so far. What he did not dare was to taste the raw batter, so, instead, he pushed the cake into the oven, set the timer to remind him later, and began washing up the used bowls and cutlery.

His hands were shaking a little as he washed each of the bowls and then dried them, nervousness beginning to build up and course through his body. There was something nerve-racking about baking a cake, or so he discovered today. Kakashi hadn’t thought of it as possible, but the thought of disappointing you quickly settled into his mind and had him anticipating the result of today’s escapade more and more with each passing minute.

Looking at the cake in the oven, Kakashi couldn’t help but grimace at his work. Despite the bright lights of his oven shining down upon the cake, they did not flatter it at all, and instead gave it the appearance of a big blob of batter just sitting there.

Exasperated with himself and his (more so Gai’s) idea, Kakashi rubbed his forehead as he watched the cake turn a golden brown shade. The smell coming from the oven was satisfying, to say the least, and even had his mouth watering a little, despite his dislike for sweet things.

The quite ironic cherry on top of the cake would be if it were to burn now, which was why Kakashi chose to keep a careful eye on it. In the meantime, he got the gift for you out of his closet and placed it so he could grab it and hand it to you once you returned from your day out with your close friends.

Excitement and anticipation were beginning to build up in his stomach and had him feeling rather queasy.

What if you didn’t like the gift he got you? That question had been bothering him for a while now. Kakashi had never been the time to care much about what other people thought of him and his actions. More so, he tended to ignore the public opinion and whisper about him. When it came to you, however, he cared more than he liked to admit. He valued your opinion a lot, and quite frankly, it also affected him.

Your disapproval would crush him, he knew that.

Luckily for Kakashi, before he could further explore that thought, the reminder he set began ringing and he immediately went to grab his oven mittens to take out the cake and place it on his counter. From first expectation, the cake had the same shade of golden brown as the recipe described to him, as did it pass the toothpick test.

What he hadn’t expected, however, had been that you would walk through the door five minutes before midnight, five minutes earlier than expected by him. As an experienced Shinobi, he should have expected such a thing to happen, he should have been prepared for it to happen, but he had been careless and as a result, was caught red-handed.

When you suddenly stood in the doorway to your shared home, Kakashi swore his heart was about to stop beating. For one, you looked so gorgeous and breathtaking, Kakashi could barely keep his jaw from falling open in both shock and awe, his pair of charcoal eyes almost shamelessly racking over your form for a moment. A mere moment later, the realization of what your presence meant settled in.

“You’re home already …” Kakashi said, quickly trailing off.

“I am,” Your gaze flittered from his flour-covered figure over to the cake placed on the kitchen counter, and then back to him again. Beside the cake lay two unopened candles shaped like the number three and one shaped like a zero, the intention rather obvious. “Is that a cake?”

One glance at the clock hanging above the doorway told him that there were only three minutes left until midnight when it would officially be your birthday. His plan was failing again, he could barely believe it.

“Yes, it is,” There was no point in hiding anything for the next few minutes or at all, especially since you had already seen what was meant to be a surprise. Your birthday, it seemed, had his head dizzy and thoughts disorganized, leaving him as unprepared as ever. Kakashi’s gaze flittered over to the cake before he took a step to the side to reveal the unfished treat to you, saying, “It’s for you.”

His nerves were practically shaking from how nervous he was becoming. If he still had his Sharingan eye, it would be activated by now, taking in your reaction without missing the instant upward tug of your lips or the way your eyes lit up in the way he loved so dearly. Your immediate positive reactions did manage to soothe some of his qualms, but not all of them.

With your eyes solely focused on the cake, you walked toward it in hesitant steps, a large smile gracing your stunning features. There was something about you, Kakashi thought as he watched your every step. To him, you were the most graceful person ever, the one who could captivate his whole attention with a mere word or action. To watch you take a look at the cake he made just for you, though with many complications, as excitement became more and more evident on your features had his heart beating faster than it did before. It practically hammered against his chest.

You turned toward Kakashi and the silver-haired man felt as he did when he first fell in love with you. Your gaze traveled over to the clock, mere seconds before midnight, and you smiled wildly at your boyfriend, joy radiating off of you in waves.

“Thank you, ‘Kashi,” You said, walking toward him to press a loving kiss to his cheek. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, taking a deep breath as your arms went to wrap around his figure. “It means a lot to me.”

Kakashi’s brows dropped into a furrow. “But you haven’t tried it yet?”

Truth was, you didn’t need to try it to know that Kakashi did his best. That was just who he is, someone who did the best he could for those he loved, and you also knew that you were lucky to be one of the people he did so much for.

“Well, it does smell amazing,” You began, further snuggling into his figure. “but I’m still a little full from my meal just now. Now I want to spend some time with my boyfriend who I love dearly, celebrate my birthday, and then have some of the best cake to top it all off.”

Kakashi swallowed the lump of worry stuck in his throat and smiled. The anxiety previously coursing through him was beginning to subdue, allowing him to gently knock his head against yours. “Alright then. But first, I still have a gift for you.”

“A gift?” You let out a gasp. You moved your head to now look at him, gaping. “‘Kashi! You didn’t have to!”

The man removed himself from you and walked over to where he had previously hidden the packed gift. Out of the cupboard, he took out the perfectly wrapped gift and hid it behind his back teasingly, walking toward you with a grin slowly becoming visible from underneath his mask.

To you, his sudden lift in spirit had become obvious quickly and had you smiling brighter than before.

Nothing could beat your reaction to when you unpacked the gift. Pure and undiluted delight, Kakashi was unsure how else to describe your reaction to it. Without a doubt, it was completely genuine, and yet, he was sure he had never seen you light up as you did the moment you opened the gift.

Kakashi was ecstatic to see that you were enjoying his gift. All the worrying he had done were almost for nothing as there was nothing to worry about in the end. He should've known, really, but the doubt everpresent in his mind had yet again managed to overpower all of his rationality. 

There you were, his light, his love, his everything smiling at him as though he was the whole world. Never in his life had he felt so loved before.

Kami, he loved you so much, he barely could put it into words.

"Happy thirtieth birthday, my love." Kakashi whispered into your ear before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips remaining there for a moment longer than necessary.

The laugh you let out had his cheeks feel warm. "You could've left the thirty out, you know?"

"I know," He quipped. "Now that we're in the same age group again, I just had to mention it."

Playfully, you slapped his shoulder and let out a huff. "Idiot."

Kakashi let out a breathy laugh at your words. "But I'm an idiot you love, right?"

How could you not? You'd be a fool not to.

"Yes."

But here you were, a happy fool instead.

#happy birthday!! #have the greatest day ever because you deserve it #i hope you enjoy reading this #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake x reader #naruto x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x you #kakashi hatake x y/n #kakashi hatake x you #hatake kakashi x y/n #fluff #kakashi cannot bake well #yes #i said that

[whoslaurapalmer]

@littlestsnicket tagged me in the get to know you better tag and I love a good tag situation

three ships: I too must go for lemonberry ice and doctor/master. they both live rent-free in my brain at all times. but the third one……..kakashi/obito/rin. naruto always lives rent-free in my brain as well and those three for sure. let kakashi be happy goddammit

last song: all I want by kodaline! I’ve been looking for songs for a Specific Character I Cannot Reveal For Fic and that song does not fit on her playlist at all (very few songs do…….) but I was thinking about it so I went to listen to it.

last movie: oh my god, I rewatched camp rock last night. I’ve been digging through a lot on disney+ lately. it was, fine? always fun to see super young jonas brothers, at least. and I think the songs were pretty good. I remember really disliking the sequel so I will probably not rewatch that.

currently reading: rereading t*witches; literally JUST finished the fifth book, don’t think twice. I don’t necessarily recommend them but it’s nice to relive the childhood nostalgia. as I’ve mentioned the dialogue is almost DISTRESSINGLY so 2001 it’s alternately painful and hilarious, and it gets me every time. my favorite book when I was a kid was the ninth one, split decision, like my copy of it got really beat up bc I reread it so much, and I’m really excited to get to that one.

I’m also like a chapter and a half into the first lord of the rings book and really looking forward to reading more and I BOUGHT THEM but sometimes like, reading a physical book is not enough to fully distract my brain from the 28 Long Years Of Rampantly Unmanaged Anxiety I’ve been dealing with, but reading on my phone or my laptop has been usually fine??? but I’ve been reading t*witches on the internet archive and lotr is also there so when I finish barreling through t*witches, I can read lotr there if I want!!

I also usually have a ramona ebook on my phone right now for when I just need something Without Any Stakes At All, Whatsoever, and the one I have right now is ramona the brave. it was my FAVORITE when I was a kid and my first grade teacher read the books out loud bc it has the story where ramona shouts GUTS! when she wants to say a bad word. THAT was intense, to a six year old. as an adult I think my fav is ramona and her father, bc it’s very sweet.

currently watching: AS WE SPEAK I am binge-watching lizzie mcguire. well, binge-watching-in-the-background. (I’ve also been working my way through my childhood disney sitcoms.) BUT ALSO I keep up with abbott elementary and animal control and I’m hoping animal control gets better? it’s okay, it’s decently funny, but I’m still not sold on it yet. abbott elementary is gold, though. (not a current watch BUT spring baking championship starts on the food network next week!!! I love the themed baking championships. also kids baking just ended on monday and every single season I cry over all the sweet tiny kids doing their baking they are so damn adorable) oh my mom and I have stalled in our murder she wrote watch with a season and a half left bc the quality has kinda, dipped. I think the first seven seasons are the most entertaining.

currently consuming: water! I never drink enough of it. it is, a struggle. I am drinking more than I was, for sure, but it is, still not really like a GREAT amount. I am……...working very hard at it………...and it’s very frustrating.

currently craving: something I can really take a bite out of. a big cinnamon bun…...a hefty piece of cake…...not necessarily craving this but some day soon I am going to get delivery from red robin and get the MADLOVE BURGER. by god, that burger.

additionally, if it's gonna rain I think it should thunderstorm. we've had a lot of rain lately but like NO thunder and you can't really hear the rain at all and it would just be nice to have a good decent NON THREATENING thunderstorm. and for a while, too!!!! the last one we got was a hot ten minutes. I want some substance.

#IF I'VE EVER //NOT// DONE A TAG THING IT'S VERY MUCH BC I'VE FORGOTTEN AND MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES #also I'm so delighted to know people are watching seinfeld it's been a favorite since i was. the tender age of. 10

[depressedhatakekakashi]

What hobbies would TTAU!Team Guy and Team Kakashi pick up now that the two have so much freetime?

Not including school clubs which I have talked about, some hobbies I think they would have are

Kakashi- Cycling and Writing. When Kakashi decides to try out a bike for the first time he instantly falls in love. Cycling from home to work is the norm for him and he does not care that it takes an hour ( a normal person would take three hours). Writing is his other passions which he picks up after being disappointed by one too many new romance novels. I also think he would love visiting museums and studying history a bit to get a feel for all the things he missed. Photography as well, which is already a hobby of his but which he would have more time to do now.

Gai- Baking. Finding himself with much more time on his hands, Gai decides to take a baking course and excels at it. Making dango, sweet treats and savory snacks is what really brings him joy. He also loves to go for bike rides with Kakashi once in a while and makes sure they both have mountain bikes that can handle the tough terrain around their home. He also finds himself making a large home for turtles and tortoises near the house so that he can take care of them. It’s not the same as his summons, but he loves them all none the less.

Naruto- skateboarding. Naruto didn’t think he would get into it when he saw people skating at the park for the first time, but he quickly finds a love for it that he simply cannot explain. He even learns how to repair and maintain his skateboards himself because it gives him something more to do.

Sasuke- poetry. I really think it would let him get his feelings out without throwing it out into the open for others to see, and he would be really good at it. Pouring his feelings into the words he writes and going to read them out at clubs around the town.

Sakura- Sakura’s Hobby is quite the same as when she was back in her own time. Still exploring all of the different foods that she can make, she spends a lot of time in the kitchen. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. She also finds she loves skateboarding like Naruto, though she’s more focused on learning tricks to do in the skatepark

Tenten- art. Tenten finds she loves to sit down with a sketch book and draw. Buying books on anatomy to learn and sometimes spending hours outside to sketch a nice scene. She even goes as far as to start drawing out manga panels after she gets into some Manga’s she enjoys, but she’s not the writing sort and never knows what kind of story to tell.

Neji- Sewing. With so much extra time Neji decides to take up sewing and finds that he loves it. Creating new outfits for himself and his friends, and even decorating his room with some things he has made (like cushions and blankets) to bring some colour into it.

Lee- photography. When Kakashi starts to pick up the camera again, Lee finds himself intrigued and begins to ask questions. As he learns more about photography he falls in love with it, getting his own camera and going for long hikes to take pictures wherever he decides to relax for a while. Sometimes while he’s training he’ll pull out his camera and start taking pictures because something caught his attention.

#Time travel au #Hatake Kakashi #Maito Gai #Tenten #Hyuga Neji #Rock Lee #Haruno Sakura #Uchiha Sasuke #Uzumaki Naruto

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tenerezza

Day 6 Prompt: Cuddling // “Come closer.”

@sasusakublankperiodweek

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He keeps his comments to himself: That she has staff for a reason, that their ex-sensei-turned-Kage works her too hard and he’d made a curt mention of it when reporting back, that perhaps someone could take the task of laundering bloody work clothes off her hands. Their responsibilities even in this delicate period they call peacetime still weigh heavy, principle baked into their bones.

In the future, their children won’t know the world quite like this.

A routine peacekeeping mission turns, twists, becomes mayhem.

Surgery is an intensive thing, the delicate dance of suspending chakra and soul in the void to negotiate with Death. And though it is a grim and arduous opponent with which to skirmish, Sakura more often than not emerges victorious.

Drained, though. Frayed at the edges.

It startles her to know that she sometimes has an audience.

Bringing the back of hand across her forehead, she dabs at the shimmering sweat. An assistant hands her a small towel, bows, and retreats. Hitching a tired grin onto her face, she inclines her head. “Hokage-sama.”

Familiar, how he can show up jauntily in a chaotic atmosphere, a mess, and still manage to seem bemused. The political consequences of this recent skirmish unspoken between them. Hands in his pockets, he brings two fingers to his temples and flicks them toward her in an affectionate motion, channeling yesteryear. “Don’t bother with that, Miss Haruno.”

Sakura wrinkles her nose at his sarcastic drawl. “That does sound weird coming from you.”

“Ah, you see? So stick with ‘sensei.’”

Despite her exhaustion, she musters up the energy to stick out her tongue.

“Mature of you,” he sighs. “But of course, well done. Exceptional, in fact.”

“You didn’t watch my whole surgery just to praise me at the end?”

Kakashi smiles, the fabric forming folds that reflect expressions innate, the way she’s interpreted them for years and knows as well as the comforting wrinkles in a beloved shirt.

There’s something knowing in the set of his chin, the easy, languid way his weight settles onto one hip, almost irreverent. 

“I’m here to tell you to go home,” he says gently. “It’s been hours. Days, really. Your capable staff will wrap up the rest.”

Perspiration, fluids; she wipes clammy hands on her coat. “Am I needed somewhere else?”

“No, I am simply invoking the powers of my grand office to send you home.”

Sakura narrows her eyes at him, swaying a bit on her feet. He’s not wrong about the rest, but she does resent his smugness in a situation where she’s unable to see the reason.

“Tell me why.” Raising her chin, she folds her arms, a stubborn root settling in for long, protracted and perhaps heated discourse.

Chuckling, his eyes twinkle in a manner just borderline risque enough to make her frown. 

“He’s home.”

“Oh, for the love of—” Simmering rouge moving swift and fast through her cheeks, flooding out the pink from her exertion and becoming full-blown embarrassment. “Just say that first. Actually, no! No, don’t — how do you—?”

“He’s already checked in, report done. Doesn’t waste time chatting with me much anymore, I’m just his old, grey sensei.” Kakashi’s sigh is wistful, aiming at charming. 

But his eyes are sharp, always watchful of everything and in particular, his loved ones. Can he see her shakes, or does he just see

tears gathering on her lashes, the nightmares ripping her from sleep the night before, and the night before that, and — 

She’s sure she catches his self-satisfied wink as she hurries out on unsteady legs.

Weak knees, breathless, for all sorts of complicated reasons.

.

.

Plants watered. House slippers and shoes chivvied back into line, a neat row. 

The scent of him:  Of earth and salt, traces of forests and faraway lands and a bite — oh, that crisp bite of smoke and fire, heady and hot, from his essence rather than his clothes. 

She finds it difficult to hold herself up, clinging to the threshold frame. Laid out across her couch he’s something of an enigma, an infamous man whose existence sparks ignorant prattle, the truth and falsehoods hoarded and passed as collective talismans. Half-informed tales of the team she adores and the man she loves. 

Handsome, of course. That aspect has never changed, never will. Vulnerable, arm resting behind his head, the placid rise and sink of his chest. Managing to come back without summons but always, forever, at the precise and needed time. 

Socked feet padding against the cold wood floor, (there was a rug, she needs a new one — knucklehead Hokage-in-the-wings spilled red wine all over it), she kneels next to the couch. Eyes following the cut edge of his jawline, the sovereign slope of his nose. And most of all, the unexpected serenity his face reflects, no furrows or creases in his expressions even in sleep.

There’s an object out of place, and its energy distracts her, draws her gaze. A basket of laundry that she assumes was gathered but unfinished, a medley of clothes he undoubtedly stripped off upon arriving tossed in with the several layers she’s been through in the last week, the sanguine fabric narrative of her journey to the void and back. 

And yet. 

On hands and knees she drags it across the floor until it's in front of her, snatches a shirt right off the top. 

Bringing it to her face, she inhales the scent of devotion so potent that the tears come swift and sudden.

“Sakura?”

Sleepy, a little hoarse, but even on awakening the concern threads his voice through. Her, crying into a shirt he’s just washed for her; she sulks inwardly, feeling stupid.

When she tries to respond, struggling to force out some chirpy greeting and loving quip, it slips into impossibility. He reaches out to her, hand starting at the top of head to run through her clammy pink locks, then down to take her face in his fingers, a thumb gently swiping hot tears away. 

“Sakura.”

A hitch in her breath; she struggles to swallow down the sobs clawing and turbid at the back of the throat. Pressing her face into his chest, she mumbles, “Welcome home, Sasuke-kun.”

Still with his hand on her head, fingers exploring her scalp in idle and soothing trails as tracing familiar ancient etchings, as memorizing braille.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, shifting onto his side. Taps his fingers against her head, gentle, a quiet ask. 

Sakura’s face emerges pink, tearstained, with a wobbly smile that feels like a throwaway lie for a fool.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I’m so glad you’re—”

“Apologizing,” he interrupts. Like a quiet rumble, the purr of a prowling cat. “Ah, what did I say about that?”

“To stop it?”

Sasuke makes some noise of assent, from the throat rather than his lips. 

And he looks at her and knows. He’s learned, but has always intuited this habit of hers since Genin days, the way she plasters on a smile and flashes those bright teeth to disarm fools. How deeply mortifying crying feels to her in certain moments, the way it becomes an acute weakness and liability, especially regarding work. Families don’t want to see your tears, only your triumph — the way you’ve bowed to Death and danced, and depart at the end of the number with their loved one’s soul as crown and winnings. 

The problem being there’s rarely an expectation of anything less. 

Now he’s sitting up, still cradling her face in his hand. Mismatched eyes searing, searching, flickering rapidly across her face. 

“You’d better be off-duty now,” he says. “You look exhausted.”

“Oh, you sure know how to charm a girl,” Sakura sniffs. Leans into his hand and touch, raising no protests at the way his thumb continues to sweep away an endless estuary borne of things she can’t articulate. A gravity in her demeanor, at once present but faded into an unreachable inner sanctum and self. 

Instinctual, the way his fingers remain in constant contact with her skin, cheek to hair to shoulder, trailing warm down her arm and finally to her cold, shaky hand. 

Tugs her gently, indicating the space he’s made for her to sit. 

“I have to—”

“There is nothing; I’ve done it all.”

There’s nothing for her to protest, no way for her to pretend she’s fine. 

“Come closer.”

This act for her seems onerous, pulling her tired body into his lap appearing utterly spent, bereft. He keeps his comments to himself:  That she has staff for a reason, that their ex-sensei-turned-Kage works her too hard and he’d made a curt mention of it when reporting back, that perhaps someone could take the task of laundering bloody work clothes off her hands. Their responsibilities even in this delicate period they call peacetime still weigh heavy, principle baked into their bones. 

In the future, their children won’t know the world quite like this. 

She melts into him with her heavy head against his heart, his fingers continuing their simple repetitions in the tangle of her hair. 

Sasuke thinks of her shirt still soaking in the sink, one he labored on for a while before her return, desperately trying to lift the rubicund crimson from the white fabric.

Wondering if that one pulled through, for her sake. 

Her grip catches his attention, as if her head is spinning and she needs rooting to the earth — fingers in his shirt, head tucked under his chin. 

Sickle-cresents of leftover copper in the beds of her nails, the trials and triumph of a woman fighting back. 

She says something he doesn’t catch, a flutter, possibly I love you. 

What she does holds such importance, but he cannot imagine the cost. Pressing his mouth to her forehead, he speaks in a quiet chant in tender cadence with his fingers moving through her hair:

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

#SSBlankPeriod2021 #SSBPDay6 #sasusaku #psalloacappella:SSBP

[bitchiha]

LIZZIE!!! PLEASE give us random Yamato headcanons. I know you love him. So I’m asking you to spare us some soft boii Yamato stuff, so that I can continue to feel inspired on this Yamato drawing I’m doing 🙊

A/N: so I seen this ask and I realized that if it’s for inspiration then I should hurry and put it out. Not sure if this was a request or just something general but I put it in that format anyways.

Random things we should all know about Yamato

Yamato’s only personality traits 1) wood and 2) Kakashi.

You cannot take Yamato to a bonfire. To be honest you can’t take Yamato anywhere that has a fireplace. It physically pains him to see wood being burnt before his eyes. Like he knew that wood? And now it’s on fire. It’s burning. He feels the pain in his body. He is apart of that wood that is on fire. Why did you do this to him. Of course there are times where he can brave it, but gosh please don’t torture him like that.

Yamato saves his coin very easily. If you ask him for his secret he’ll just laugh because well, it won’t be able to help you! Not unless you’re Hashirama, of course. If you venture into the Captains apartment you’ll be surprised to find out that this man has been wood style jutsuing his own furniture. Seriously, his whole apartment is wood. Wood couch, wood table, wood chairs, wood counter, wood nightstand, wood cups. His apartment is a walking splinter. Multiple walking splinters.

This man is a scrap booker. You guys should really feel sorry for Sai because Yamato is always dragging the poor boy into his crafts (Sai is the only person he lets into his crafting area.) “Sai! What colours do you think will look good with this set of pictures?” “...Why are these all of Kakashi?” “Uh— wrong ones! Erm.. go back to training...” Anyways.. he has a little apron he wears while he scrapbooks, he loves adding sparkles and ribbons to the pages and colour coordinating is key.

It’s no secret Yamato is interested in architecture. So when he sees a cool building when he’s travelling for a mission, he will make a little pocket model and add it to his inspo shelf in his room (the shelf is also made out of woodstyle, thought I should repeat that lol.)

Yamato is also a god at making miniature houses with his own crafting ability - meaning no jutsu use. Honestly he is a crafting legend. Do not interfere when he is in this mode. Naruto did that once and accidently tripped and wrecked one of Yamato’s projects. Naruto will never go near him again, he was scared shitless and was pulling splinters out of his limbs for a good hour afterwards. Yamato refuses to apologize to this day.

Despite his ability to create a giant home to live in, Yamato actually wants a small cottage inspired house. Is Yamato a cottagcore slut? Yes. Does he want to bake Kakashi fresh bread everyday? fuck yes. It would be a cottage just on the edge of the village where he could sit on the porch and stare off at nothing but trees.

His extremely large knowledge on trees is fucking scary. If you ever see this man and someone asks aloud “what kind of tree is this?” Fucking run. Literally sprint the fuck away. If you don’t leave fast enough you will never be the same. He will continuously bombard you with facts about trees. About their bark, their roots, their leaves, their usefulness. When you try to leave he will do his signature creepy ghost face and be like “what, am I boring you?” In the most passive aggressive way ever that you are physically glued to your spot with no choice but to listen.

This shawty is a hoe for scary stories. I just know he loves them. But he absolutely hates when scary stuff happens in real life. He’s too serious to take it as a joke, but too serious to be scared shitless? So it’s just like?? A very strange experience when you endure something paranormal with him. He has zero problems with watching the Exorcist or some scary shit like that though.

#naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #incorrect naruto quotes #tenzou #yamato x reader #yamato headcanons #captain yamato

[excitedlysuffering]

Can I have a matchup for DC, Naruto, Marvel, and X-Men. I'm African-American with really short hair. I tend to be optimistic, clingy, talkative, and a but lazy. I'm a Sagittarius and i like to cook, bake, sing, dance and play sports. I'm 5'7 and i also have glasses and cannot see really well without them. I love to read books and listen to music. I usually stay up all night and wake up late, but overall i'm a funny person to be around. Thanks for the matchup.

My parents said I need ‘sleep’. Is that something I can eat?? Anywho I’m feeling finishing requests lmao, so enjoy!

Naruto, Marvel, X-Men, DC Matchup

Narutoverse~

1) Inuzuka Kiba! He’s a very optimistic and go lucky person, but he’s definitely capable of taking it slow and having lazy days. Kiba has such a great sense of humor so you two would have a lot of fun together. He’s not much of a reader, but I could see him listening to you read aloud. Such a night owl and NO ONE can tell me different. Even though in canon he’s not a Sagittarius (cancer) he has a lot of the same traits and would make a great match for you!

2) Hatake Kakashi! Although he’s not overly optimistic himself, he would love that you are (it might even rub off on him!). Kakashi is so touch starved it’s not even funny, he would need your cuddles to survive tbh. Reading would be a big thing for you guys, even if you’re not one for Icha Icha type novels. He has his own Kakashi Humor™ and if you get it he’ll love you forever. Just like Kiba, he might as well be a Sagittarius his personality is so alike. Honestly, he’d love you forever.

Marvel Cinematic Universe~

1) Peter Parker! People say that opposites attract but in this case the more alike the better! Both your personalities overlap in a lot of areas. He’s naturally such a happy, glass half full person, just like you, and his sense of humor is to die for. Like, have you seen him in the comics?? Y’all would have a GOOD time. He’s so smart, he has to be reading constantly, no debate about it. You’d best believe he’d live for your physical affection like someone please hug this boy. Are we sure he’s not a Sagittarius??

2) Pietro You-Didn’t-See-Me-Stealing-Your-Girl? Maximoff! (You lucky sis, that’s all I’m saying) Okay, but he’s always smiling and smirking and stuff? Like this silver-haired hottie will never let you frown. I mean, he’s fricking hilarious. Will not only talk your ear off (in the best way possible ofc) but he will just be holding onto you too. 24/7. He’s too energetic to sleep all night, he has so much energy it’s as if he’s constantly high on 17 espresso shots and a few Monsters. Loves to listen to you talk while he works on stuff, chores, paperwork, whatever. It helps him take his mind off boring things. case you couldn’t tell he’s my favorite

X Men~

1) Kurt Wagner! Yep, yep, yep, I’m pretty sure you own this blue baby’s heart. He’s such a happy little cinnamon roll (please love him omfg). He’s talkative but he likes to listen as well, so don’t worry about rambling or anything of the sort. So clingy. Like what else is his tail for except to wrap around you?? He’s not lazy, per se, but he would love to relax with you. He’s not a night owl, but he would be willing to stay up late with if you wanted him to. He’s so adorably funny like his humor is different from the others’, it’s a lot purer, that’s for sure.

2) Warren Worthington III! Bet you’re surprised, but bear with me! After all the crap Warren has been through, he needs someone optimistic and easily excited. Someone who loves to just hold him and make him feel safe and loved. He’s not talkative in the slightest but he enjoys hearing you talk because he loves having your attention and your voice definitely soothes him. When he’s not busy, he’s lazing around Shikamaru style (with alcohol). Growing up in a wealthy business family, reading was definitely important, but he doesn’t do it as often anymore. He’s the kind of guy that’s has a very subtle humor, but he is very funny when he wants to be. Stays up all night and wakes up early for about five days before crashing the sixth day in a continuous cycle. please take care of him he can’t do it on his own He’s a libra, so you two are definitely meant to be!

DC Universe~

1) Dick Grayson! There are never negative vibes in this man’s cereal. Expect him to always be happy, but when he’s not he will definitely need you to calm him down, probably with light-hearted things. Clingiest man ever, physical affection is his love language, IMO. He’s always up late as Nightwing, so if he found you waiting up for him after patrol he would MELT. Would probably like to read with you on his lazy days, actually. Dick is a Libra, which is a very compatible sign with Saggitarius, so it’s written in the stars.

1) Barry Allen! Congratulations, girl, you managed to attract not one, but TWO speedsters. Just like you, Barry is all smiles and rarely has bad days. You know it, I know it, and your neighbor knows it; Barry is the clingiest mofo ever. You must accept cuddle puddles all the time. I can just imagine you and Barry rapid-fire talking and topic jumping all the time cause you’re both so talkative. He’s a genius, so I can assure you he reads quite a bit. Just like Pietro, he’s a night owl because of his overabundance in energy, but before he got his powers, he was not fond of staying up late. He’s an Aries making you two a great match! Good luck to your friends keeping up with you two though...

#naruto scenarios #requested #mcu #avengers #marvel #dc universe #xmen #matchups #kiba inuzuka #hatake kakashi #peter parker #pietro maximoff #kurt wagner #warren worthington iii #dick grayson #barry allen

[tremendouskittenzombie]

Hello!Can I request a Matchup for Naruto and BNHA,I am a heterosexual female ,scorpio ESFJ and my Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw.I may seem really reserved at first but truth be told,I am goofy and a people's(some times sarcastic) person.I am also emotional(but it's hard to make me angry) and insecure.Friends describe me as the "mom friend".I am Optimistic,friendly,helpful and protective but I am also lethargic,stubborn, emotional and insecure. When it comes to guys I really don't have a ''type",so I am ok with anyone who understands me.I believe communication is the key so I would like a person who can communicate what is on their mind,I cannot do well with people who are short tempered. Photography, watching anime and reading manga are my main hobbies but at times I bake too.I love spicy food and my day doesn't start without a cup of coffee.I like listening to music (mostly pop and rock) and do my work.I don't like to hurry or any last minute plans,I like to do things at my own pace.I am not very organised but I always plan beforehand.

Thank you!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I match you with...

Kakashi Hatake!

- Thank goodness you’re the “mom” friend

- This man needs someone to take care of him

- Kakashi has been through so much in his life, he definitely needs someone like you

- Loves the fact that you read manga, but he’s always nagging you to read Icha Icha Paradise

- Whenever he has a day off, he makes sure to wake up before you and make you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had

- Loves that you bake and absolutely melts if you take him some baked goodies when he’s training with his team

and...

Eijiro Kirishima!

- Loves everything about you

- He’s super happy that you’re the mom friend and that you always take care of your friends

- Loves to spend his days off baking with you

- Always takes some time off his day to watch anime with you (even if it’s only one episode)

- He’s always giving you suggestions on new songs for you to hear

- He’s always nagging you to take photographs of you and him because he wants to make an album of the two of you

- He’s honestly the perfect boyfriend

#naruto matchup #bnha matchup #submission

[depressedkakashihatake]

Host Club AU

Years passed, some weddings too. The sand siblings take out their husbands of the Host Club, they are possesive and jealoudy people. Their partners are not going to flirt with othef people for work.

Baki doesn't care much of having Gai and Kakashi working, afterall they aren't host. But there is a problem that's freaking out Temari.

Why they aren't married yet?!

Oh well, guess it's time to plan wedding.

Lee still works at the host club, but he is strictly opening duties only. Setting up the tables, helping Kakashi bake snacks for their customers, and doing the orders for product because Kakashi got banned from callingtheir supply anymore after callingtheir boss an idiot for forgetting product in their shipment XD

Shikamaru finds a high level job in Rasa’s buisness because Rasa just cannot say no to his princess no matter how hard he tries

and Kiba starts his own company in Suna for dog training and grooming, which Kankuro helps him out in a lot.

For Kakashi, Baki and Gai it’s not that they haven’t thought about getting married, it’s that the first wedding was so exhausting for Kakashi he’s not keen on doing another one just for a piece of paper to say they’re legally married, and Baki doesn’t care enough to push it

but Temari is determined and she is going to make sure this wedding happens on her fathers Dime because Baki gave up a lot o tutor them. He deserves this

#Host club au

[ladleposts]

Pancakes

All about Sayuri's favourite food.

Notes:

This is another ficlet about Obito and my OC, Sayuri. And I guess her parents too! Minor spoilers for my long-running fic, Sayuri.

Uzumaki Yumi didn’t always cook.

In her youth, she is too busy running through the waves, like lots of children her age, or rolling about in the long grass, much to the despair of her mother, who moans about the stains.

In kunoichi lessons she listens eagerly when the teacher talks about flowers and ikebana, and her arrangements are often touted as fine examples of work.

For cookery she gets an acceptable pass. Edible. Nothing to write home about.

“Hmm,” the teacher chews thoughtfully, “a little tough. Needs more salt.”

“I don’t see what I need to cook for,” she retorts, “I can just buy from the store.”

“And what stores will you find in the middle of the field?”

“Well, uh, I’ll find one,” she replies, cheeks warm.

And then, the war starts, so she is dodging smoke bombs and projectiles, and finding the best way to patch up wounds when there is no medic nearby, and eating riceballs and protein bars on the go.

But sometimes protein bars are not enough and she has to learn how to cook, so if her teammates, her friends are to survive to the evening, they sure wouldn’t die from food poisoning.

And then, as the city crumbles, fleeing with her husband, Kenta, who says nothing of the subpar stews that she concocts, although she sees how he grimaces as he chews his way through overcooked venison.

At a civilian village in the Land of Fire, she sees a poster at the village hall.

‘Home cooking class, for all your family needs by Pan Keiko.’

“Do you want to have a go?” Kenta says, once he had doubled back after seeing his wife was not behind him, “We could stop here for a while.”

“We can’t,” Yumi shakes her head, already pulling away, “it’s far too expensive. We only have so much, and it’s got to last. Who knows how long we’ll be here for?”

“What’s wrong with right here? It seems safe enough.”

“Well, if you think so...”

“Besides you’ll be needing to eat well soon enough, for the little one,” he touches her stomach, at the subtle swell of her belly underneath her clothes.

“If you’re sure…”

“Go on,” he finishes with a kiss to her cheek, “ I’ll find a place for us to stay.”

The class consists of making a katsu curry from scratch, and, surprisingly, pancakes.

Yumi is sure her curry sauce doesn’t taste quite right, and finds herself growing increasingly flustered as she tries to fix it with the numerous spices available.

Here dear,” the elderly woman leans over from the table next to her, and works adding a bit of this and a bit of that—so it resembles something closer to the example.

“Thank you,” Yumi replies easily, “I shall have to remember more how to do the blends.”

“You’re welcome dear. But between you and me, you can easily just buy the packet roux from the shops. It tastes just as good. Of course Keiko would argue differently.”

“So you know Pan-san do you?” Yumi asks as they prepare the ingredients for pancakes. It is an odd choice, but Yumi is glad that the recipe seems simple enough.

“Oh we go way back. But what about you? You come from far?”

“We were just passing through,” Yumi says guardedly. This elderly lady looks kindly enough, but they can never be too careful.

“Little one on the way?”

“Oh, yes,” Yumi confirms, consciously putting her arm protectively over her stomach. She is barely showing and this lady has noticed already?

“It’s nice when they’re small,”  the lady muses, “I take care of my grandson. Growing lad he is, I seem to forever find myself getting more food for him. Always getting himself in trouble, fighting with his friends. But what can I do? I just make sure he’s got enough, and he’s happy, it’s the best I can do.”

Yumi nods and smiles, hoping to herself that there will not be too much trouble ahead for her child.

—

Uchiha Rina arrives home to Konoha late that evening. Her grandson is waiting on the steps, still in his mission gear, which looks rather like it need a wash. He scrambles to his feet when he sees her.

“Grandma you’re back! You should let me escort you going that far!”

“Pah!” She brushes off his hand trying to help her in—she was proud of her grandson for always being so caring, always willing to give a hand, but she is hardly an invalid—”I’m perfectly fine thank you! The road’s safe enough.”

The next morning Rina tries out the pancake recipe, seeing if she can replicate what she had done in the class.

Her grandson comes down the stairs sniffing the air. He had taken a shower thankfully, as evidenced by his hair being more unruly than it usually was. Rina always had to resist the urge to tame his locks, as whenever she tried to get a hairbrush near him, he would squirm away with a wail of “Grandma!”

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying out this recipe I got from Keiko. If you stay and help you might get some.”

“Oh no thanks! I gotta train! Gotta work hard and then I can finally beat Kakashi!”

“Rin might like it if you cooked something like these for her.” Perhaps it is a little devious, but Rina is fond of Rin. She is a good influence on him. This...rivalry with Kakashi, she had hoped it was harmless childhood play, but it had only amplified once Obito had become genin.

She does worry about him.

“Oh yes, I guess she might!” Obito exclaims, interest piqued by the mention of Rin and jumps in to help.

“Well you do it like this, that’s it, and pour the batter carefully, you’ve got to do the—watch it Obito!”

—

The village isn’t suitable after all. No housing available that isn’t an extortionate amount of money.

“I’m sorry Yumi,” Kenta says, holding her in his arms.

—

The rainy village of high rise buildings admittedly wouldn’t have been Yumi’s first choice, but it is a welcome refuge, especially when her stomach is already considerably swollen.

“Everyone’s welcome here,” they say.

And two weeks later, she gives birth to her daughter in the room of a worn and busy hospital.

Yumi sings to her daughter in the tiny cramped apartment, rocking Sayuri in the sling as she  giggles and grabs fistfuls of her hair.

It is worse when she is mobile, as she climbs over all the furniture and Yumi has to keep an eye on her at all times. She has to arrange the bulk of her cooking while Sayuri is taking a nap and then make sure to oversee as she eats from her highchair, feeding herself pancake clumsily with a fork in her pudgy little hands.

One day Sayuri manages to clamber onto the sill and knock down the vase of irises there. Yumi jumps to save it, but of course, it is too late, and she silently mourns the casualty.

Sayuri is blissfully unaware of the consequences of her actions and sits there in her napkin clad bottom, waving her little fingers.

“Buhbye.”

Kenta bursts into laughter.

“You saying bye-bye to the flower Sayuri-chan?”

She stops in her waving, looks up wide-eyed at her father, and sticks her fingers in her mouth.

But then that place too becomes unsafe and once again,  they have to flee.

Yumi is almost in tears as the skies burn, holding on tightly to her husband’s hand, Sayuri held close against her as they escape.

“Kenta, we can’t keep on running, please!”

They flit from place to place and when they hide in the cramped backroom of a store, the owner having caught sight of them and ushered them in, Yumi feeds Sayuri with cold bits of pancake to distract her, silently praying she will not cry.

Eventually, they find a place where they could rest.

It is safe. Safe and normal. It comes with a price. Renounce your old lives. Forget everything you have come from. Your family, your heritage. Shinobi create conflict. They are banned.

“Yes, of course, we’re just a simple civilian family. We just want a good life for our daughter.”

She can have the garden of her dreams. Roses and bluebells and chyransatheums and hydrangea.

Sayuri plays in the dirt, scooping up fistfuls of mud and forming them into flat discs.

“Pancakes! I’m making pancake!”

When she tires  of playtime, she runs to her mother.

“Mummy? Can I have some pancakes?”

“Sayuri-chan, you cannot have pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“When I grow-up I will,” says Sayuri with all the wisdom of a four year old.

—

Obito learns to make pancakes properly eventually, after a few mishaps.

Rin and Kakashi come round after one failed baking session.

“Oh, Obito-kun, what are you making?”

“N-nothing!” Obito lies, glad that he has hidden the burned offerings.

Kakashi sniffs the air pointendly.

“Smells like burning.”

“Shut up Bakakashi!”

“You two! Come on, I got popcorn from the store. Let’s watch this movie.”

Some weeks later he manages to produce something edible and presents it to Rin, eagerly waiting for her reaction.

She takes a bite.

“Hey, these are pretty good! Thanks Obito.”

He tries to play it cool, though his palms are sweating.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Rin. How he loves her.

—

“Are you sure you’re not hungry, Sayuri-chan. Pancakes, your favourite.”

The child shakes her head.

“My tummy hurts,” she complains.

At the parent-teacher meeting, Kubo-sensei talks about Sayuri’s behaviour.

“Sayuri is a very vivacious young girl, we are only concerned where she is spending her energy. Does she practice her needlework at home?”

“Oh yes, I make a point of homework before play,” Yumi replies. She will not be seen as an incompotent mother.

“Of course. Just to make sure, your daughter does know the law of the village? We all abide by the rules.”

“You understand, don’t you Sayuri-chan?”

“Yes,” Sayuri says quickly, looking downcast.

Sayuri keeps up her subdued demeanour on the walk home.

“Are you okay? Did you want to speak to Kubo-sensei about something?”

“No mummy, I’m fine.”

—

It would be easy to just order ready made meals and takeaway, so long as she gets some form of sustenance. He doesn’t have to pay that much attention to her. Just enough to make sure she doesn’t wither away, not until she’s fulfilled her purpose

It won’t hurt to indulge, just a bit.

He makes the goofy, clumsy persona for her.

He fools around, going to drop the whisk and catching it at just the right moment, speaking in that childish voice, dancing around the kitchen.

She laughs easily at it, a childish giggle that softens the edges of his heart, just a bit. If he has a heart, that is.

“Welcome to Tobi’s pancake cookery class.”

She grins delightedly, eyes wide in childish curiosity.

She pushes the whisk around with a grim determination, pulling on all the strength from her inner core, which is not a lot. He has to take the bowl from her after to combine the ingredients properly.

Of course, she insists on flipping the pancakes herself and Obito has to navigate the delicate balance of catering to her innocent demands and not allowing her to injure herself. It’s all for the long game of course. Seeing her expression turn to sugar-induced delight is not any indication that he actually. He just has to do enough, to get her to trust him completely.

Yes, a little bit of indulgence won’t hurt.

When it becomes evident she is not what he thought, he vows not to have anything to do with her. Oh, he could keep her, as another foot soldier, she is obedient enough, but best not to pay any mind to her. Best not pay any mind to the small ache he feels when she avoids his gaze, pulling on her long sleeves.

—

When she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, he automatically goes to crack the eggs and stir in the milk and the flour.

What the hell is he doing? He isn’t meant to do this. She is nothing, nothing.

And she is everything.

She forgives him of course, far too easily.

He watches her as she pushes the food around her plate, looking towards nothing.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

At his words, she looks up at him, and for a moment the vacant expression flickers to something akin to what she would look at her childhood teacher with, before it reverts to a neutral expression. She takes a very small bite.

At night he can hear her crying.

—

She lazes on the sofa, feet up on the arm, munching something from a paper cone. He looks at the packaging and sees it’s from the new crȇpe stand she had been talking about earlier.

“They’re alright,” she says, “Yours are much better.”

She pivots, feet hitting the floor, then she stands, and her face gets very close.

“They’re sweet. Like you.”

Her smiles are becoming less of a child and more those of a woman.

—

She watches him often as he cooks, insisting that she could help. He decides to keep her far away from the stove, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to peer over his shoulder. She pokes at the batter and licks it off her finger. He takes the bowl from her and she pouts at that, then moves onto the syrup bottle, eating it by the spoon.

He grimaces; how could you like that much sugar?

She grins in that impish way of hers.

“Are you going to save any of that for your pancakes?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

She nestles in his lap, eating with her fingers, and every other bite she would pass up bits to his mouth. They are sickly sweet, although he is not sure if that is to do with her own preference, or the way his tastebuds have matured.

She licks the remnants from her fingers so that in the end she is very sticky. He has to insist she wash her hands afterwards to which she does under protest, berating him for bossing her around.

She kneels between his legs and he has to struggle to keep his moans quiet. One hand is between her own legs, fiddling with herself before she sinks down atop him.

She latches herself onto his neck, and not for the first time, Obito is grateful he wears things with high collars.

They sleep together peacefully for once.

—

He knows it has been a difficult mission, for she ends up in hospital afterwards. When she is let out she insists that she is fine. She follows the rule about not showing emotion as a shinobi to the letter and often tries to hide her feelings even when they are in private. Part of it is his own doing, he knows that. And although he could reassure her that it was perfectly okay for her to show her emotions more readily, he cannot force her.

He could hardly lecture her on it given his own track record.

Giving her the once over with his sharingan he deduces that she is mostly okay, although he feels that at least one night or two more in the hospital might have benefitted her. He does not voice his concerns though as the last time he did it had not gone well at all.

“So you don’t want me here do you,” she accuses, and flounces off.

“It is not that. I’m just thinking after your health.”

“Oh,” she blinks, and has the grace to look embarrassed, “But I like being with you.”

He can’t help but smile at that and resigns himself to let her have her way.

That night,she sobs into him as he holds her and strokes her hair. He does not ask about any details, and she does not tell him.

“Can I have something to eat?” She asks quietly after she is more settled.

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Pancakes.”

He nods and heads down to the kitchen to prepare, her trailing along behind.

Pancakes it is.

#ladle #sayuri #uchiha obito #obito #obito x oc

[sagemoderocklee]

we talk a lot about gaalee, but do you have any cute and soft headcanons for kakagai?

im rlly bad at answering questions for like kakagai hcs anon which is why it’s taken me like... 500 years to actually answer this. i love them a lot but i just don’t spend nearly as much time thinking about them as i do like gaalee--which to be fair nothing holds a candle to gaalee for me so like... that’s probably not a fair comparison but still... 

i do like to imagine that kakashi and gai settle down together post war. that kakashi never has to become hokage and they just like fuck off to like the countryside and live a quiet life free from fighting. lee, tenten, and neji (who is alive and well thanks) visit them all the time with gifts and stories, team seven also visits though not as frequently. 

gai isn’t allowed to cook and kakashi learns how to cook so he can feed them meals with actual flavor. kakashi discovers he’s actually not half bad at cooking and likes cooking for gai. gai always tries to sneak in some healthy ingredients that will make the food taste god awful and kakashi has to fight him off--it’s on of their little competitions. 

they like to read and gai likes working to plant things--food and flowers. kakashi has his gaggle of dogs and then more dogs and more dogs until they have to build an extension cause there are so many dogs. gai can’t say not to kakashi whenever he brings home a new puppy. there’s a town not too far from them that they go to their shopping and all the shopkeepers know them. the little old ladies dote on them both and always try to send them away with extra loaves of bread--kakashi cannot bake, this he has learned. 

gai-sensei is still loud and still exercises all the time and still challenges kakashi, but they get to be soft in ways that shinobi life never allowed them to be. both of them find peace in the quiet life they build together

#kakagai #naruto #shippuden #maito gai #hatake kakashi #otp: old gay ninja dads #Anonymous

[life-is-not-bliss]

Live blog ANBU Legacy thread - Fluid Boundaries

“Genma was comfortable, effervescently happy, and profoundly relaxed, but sharp and alert, and fully in control.”

This is going on my list of things I want to try out whenever I am going to cross into another reality – drinking some of the tanuki sake. I mean seriously? Who wouldn’t dream of experiencing something like this just through a sip of liquified bliss?

 “And my dad would be sad if I didn’t come home. It’s almost my birthday, and he always bakes a big cake.” That, at last, seemed to be the argument that made sense to the little tanuki. Understanding dawned on Hideki’s face. “My dad makes us cakes, too.”

I mean this is so fantastic??? Like how Genma is gently explaining his reasons for leaving and getting on a level of reasoning that is relatable to everyone? I mean who wouldn’t want to be home for a big birthday-cake made with love? By their dad nonetheless? I love the cake-baking-dads <3

  “If you can’t sleep, you can meditate about obedience.”

I am SO gonna save this sentence for the time when my kids are teens and arguing over bedtime! I just love this whole parent child interaction you set up here so much!

 Kurenai was leaning back on her hands, with her hair tumbling loose around her shoulders. A faint breeze ruffled the inky waves, blowing tendrils back from her forehead. Her hitai-ate was wrapped casually around her wrist, with the heavy metal plate cushioning one palm from the grass.

Your writing is always so rich and descriptive (is that a word?) I am always feeling so close to your world and characters and getting lost in your story telling, so much atmosphere!

 “I’d like to get the story from you without any bias from your youngster with the fleabags.”

As if Kakashi would ever share his bias xD

 Raidou loosened his armor and pulled his shirt away from his chest with a sticky sound. “Point,” he said with a grimace.

Aaaaawww Raidou is always so flowery and expressive xD

 “Is this a… native aspect of your natural form?” Kurenai asked. Her composure was impressive, but even more amazing was how she could find it in herself to ask technical questions of a god.

Kurenai is like damn impressive and terrifying? I mean she is like always on duty fishing for information? Even when she is quietly observing in the background that you can nearly forget her presence until it is there again with a well thought out question?

She let herself drink them in for three deep breaths before she redirected her attention back to her own gear. At least her body could not visibly betray her. And she did badly want a bath.

You cannot imagine how often I have had that thought. I mean we have to suffer periods, cramps, have to do all the difficult parts of getting a baby, not to get into all the social cons, but AT LEAST our body doesn’t show our attraction as obviously. I have been glad about this small mercy really often…

 but what is commonplace to shinobi may appear alarming to outsiders

yes that may be the case xD

 They could leave that to the Intel analysts, who would find five years’ worth of lunchtime feuds and several never-to-be-published monographs in the contents of the forthcoming mission reports.

I love this image and how you make me want to read the nerdy squabbles of Intel analysts!

“Almost fatally,” Kurenai admitted ruefully.

Genma said quietly, “Almost fatally?” “Almost fatally,” Raidou said firmly

Your way of giving them voices, conveying so much through little perfectly placed emphases and punctuations. Perfect.

I also immensely enjoy the scene between Kurenai, Genma and the perfect bun. Genma is always so kind and attentive.

 That wording still left loopholes wide enough to run a genin team through, and half of them were intentional.

Worldbuilding.

“The thing you need to know about me, Raidou, and maybe it’s something you still need time to trust, is that whatever I am to you, and whatever you are to me, I’m a Konoha shinobi first and last. And I’m pretty sure you are, too. We both took that oath, and neither one of us would break it.”

Aaaaawwww Genma, how is anybody supposed not to fall in love with you? I immensely enjoyed that interaction between the three of them and I am a huge fan of your presentation of consent and offering without pushing and accepting ‘no’ however it is worded.

 No matter how much he wanted to slide his hand between Kurenai’s thighs, or wind his fingers through Genma’s hair to anchor his head for a kiss, he was not going to be the colossal screw up who destroyed a shipping line, lost a subordinate, and fucked his own team in the space of three months.

So to use Raidou’s words: Point. And his thoughts: Hot!

 Raidou addressed Kurenai. “How upset do you think Hatake would be if we drowned him?”

You know what is worrisome? Pakkun is one of the characters I so TOTALLY can relate to. And now Raidou wants to drown me… aaahhh life is not fair

 “The girl who spends half her time following Tousaki around like a pet? Yeah, she’s a genius.”

See? Totally relatable

 “I mean, how much difference does it make knowing that His Testicle Lordship is fourteen-thousand or old as balls?”

xDDD No further explanation needed

 “Or is there an essential Pugness, and you’re its ideal?” Pakkun gave a shout of laughter, something almost human and almost howling, undercut by a baritone rumble. “I am the pug,” he cackled. “All lesser pugs yield before me.”

The Essential Pugness named Pakkun

Raidou, content with his place in the universe — multiverse? — as someone designed to hit things really hard until they couldn’t hit back, gave an eloquent shrug.

Snickering

 Raidou rubbed a hand over his face. “Don’t even say it. We don’t need another

complication.” Kurenai was starting to look amused. “You could go interrupt this ‘deep important conversation’ and find out.”

“Or I could drown myself,” Raidou grumbled. “That would be equally fun.”

Oh how it feels to read this while already knowing the next chapter… I know something that you don’t lalalalala…. Also I can’t help but notice that Raidou has a unhealthy obsession with drowning xD

 “Yondaime-sama was the one who put them on this team together,” Genma said reasonably. “I doubt he did it blindly.”

Pakkun floated out to the center of the pool, still lying on his back. “Next time I see him, I’ll tell him you think he’s trying to get the kid laid.” Genma actually slapped a hand over his face. “That’s not what I said.” “It was underneath,” Pakkun said happily.

I am laughin so hard. Oh I love you Pakkun! Pour Genma now having to fear a VERY embarrassing talk with the hottest Kage ever :D:D

What else is there to say? As always so so fantastic writing! Thank you my most favourite authors ever!!!!!!

#Live blog ANBU Legacy thread - Fluid Boundaries #liveblog #anbu legacy #fluid boundaries #anbu legacy fan club

[purple-possibilities]

Fuck Marry Kill: Kakashi, Sakumo, Madara (I'm evil, I know, I'm sorry)

SAKUMO KAKASHI AND MADARA??? Youuu… yoooooouuuuuu…. how dare you????!?!?

This is super long. Like way too long. I got really into this, so it’s under the cut.

So, at the very least, Sakumo and Kakashi are on a whole ‘nother tier of love for me. There’s actually one more ninja up there, who is an Uchiha, but that Uchiha is not Madara, unfortunately for him. So I can say (with much much muuuuuuch regret) that I’d kill Madara. It’s easier to say when I imagine that it’s canon Madara who is crazy. Yes yes. Not my Madara. My Madara is safe and in love with Kakashi (and hey if they both wanted to love me too I wouldn’t protest lol). Yes. Very good. So bye bye Madara, you always seem to draw the shortest straw. I am sorry to be perpetuating that, but you went kinda eye crazy and while I might have fucked your crazy ass, there’s no contest when it comes to Kakashi and Sakumo.

Which brings me to the evilness of this:

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN KAKASHI AND SAKUMO????

Can I marry them both? Is that weird? I mean, they’re father and son but like… I’d be down. Please? No? I’m a freak you say? Damn. I always knew there was a way to love too much, and of course I stumbled headfirst into it.

Fuck me. Damn. Ok. Sibi has to choose who’s gonna fuck her 😝

I just love them both so much??? And now there’s the added weirdness of, hey I fucked your dad/son now marry me to think of (because of course this happens in the same world lol). How old does that make me in this situation? Idfk that’s too much semantics even for me.

Ok. Sakumo would be an amazing husband, I’ve said it a million times. And I feel so horrible that he felt like he had to commit seppuku for his botched mission, and I’m all about loving those soft broken boys. Poor Sakumo. Poor Kakashi. Poor me for having to choose. Fuck me. Like I want to say I’d marry Sakumo—because I totally would marry Sakumo today. If he appeared and was like “Sibi, marry me,” I would be gone. Happily ever after, the end, hey look that’s me and Sakumo disappearing into the sunset isn’t it lovely?

As I said, I want to say I’d marry Sakumo. Because I soooo want to marry Sakumo. But, Kakashi—I can never deny Kakashi. If I was dating Sakumo and then Kakashi asked me out I can’t say I wouldn’t dump his dad for him, just because Kakashi. Hell, if I was married to Sakumo and Kakashi asked me out I’d probably say yes I’m so sorry Sakumo (although I can see Sakumo being the type of guy that says “I just want you both to be happy,” and totally supporting my new relationship with his son lol. Sakumo is amazing. Fuuuck me). So that relegates Sakumo to the fuck zone (lol omg the image this gives me is hilarious 😂).

I think Sakumo, as much as he is a gentleman in my head, cooooouuullldd prrooooobably have a one-night stand. Or like, a many-nights stand haha. I don’t see him as pairing sex and emotions exclusively. But I also don’t think Sakumo is the kind of guy to just go around picking up chicks and then never seeing them again in the morning. Sakumo would want to buy you dinner first (he would not let you buy him dinner—or lunch or breakfast or pay for any date—because he’s old fashioned like that). But hey, if he were offering, I’d hop on 😜. It would be a night to remember, that I am sure of. Idk how it would happen… maybe he’s been dating someone for a while, they end up having sex (Sakumo wants a romantic connection first not just a sexual one, but he doesn’t need to wait for marriage. Sometimes I think Kakashi was a happy lil accident and not a planned baby. Sakumo would totally marry you if he knocked you up tho, and since you’d been together as a couple beforehand it wouldn’t be a horrible idea. It would be fantastic. Sakumo would be such an amazing husband). Then, for whatever reason, the relationship just wouldn’t work out. Poor us. *sigh* We had such lovely times together. Oh well, I (apparently) have Kakashi to comfort me, which is a win in my book lol!

So yeah, I’d marry Kakashi so hard he wouldn’t know what hit him. I can’t say he’d be the greatest or most outwardly romantic husband. He’d totally love you, no question, but he’d show it in small, sneaky things. He’s probably embarrassed to display too much affection, even after he knows you for a while. Even after being married to him for years. But he shows it.

He’d very casually do a lot of amazing things. Call it passive affection lol. Like, he’d make you lunch to take to work, and when you asked he’d just be like “oh, I found this food, it shouldn’t be wasted. Here, you take it.” Or you’d receive flowers from an anonymous sender. When you asked the delivery boy who sent them, he’d give a different description of the person who bought them every time (because Kakashi is too embarrassed to buy flowers. He uses a henge or calls the order in on the phone from a pay phone. Boy will not be caught haha). When he sees the flowers in your home later that day, you’ll know he sent them because he doesn’t throw them out when you’re not looking. God save anyone else who sends you flowers or gifts or love notes; Kakashi will make them all (and your admirer) disappear (they’re not dead, just suspiciously absent when’re you’re near). They’re also probably not very fragrant flowers, or ones with a lot of pollen.

I can see him buying potted plants over cut flowers too. You can put your plants on the ledge next to Mr Ukki. It makes Kakashi feel all fluttery inside when he glances at them. Your plants might get name cards, labelling them as Mr Ukki’s spouse and their children. It’s adorable. If you ask how they got there, Kakashi will shrug and say something like “I don’t control Mr Ukki. He’s free to make his own choices. If he found love, who am I to stop him?” “But Kakashi, Mr Ukki can’t write, he can’t even move!” “I think those name cards prove that he can.” “Where did he get the paper and the marker from then?” “I’m not here 24/7. I don’t know what Mr Ukki does in his spare time.” It’s hilarious.

If you’re on the couch or in bed, reading or watching tv or something, expect a random Kakashi to fall on your lap. When you say hi or ask him what he’s doing, he’ll be like, “Oh, I didn’t notice you there. Well, it’s too much trouble to move now.” Then he’ll make himself comfortable and you won’t be getting up for a loooong time. Also, he always washes the dishes. Even if you don’t cook and he’s the one cooking (and he’s a great cook) he insists on washing the dishes. Speaking of cooking, Kakashi is really good at making the dishes he likes, not so much with other things, unless it’s a detailed recipe. He’s not going to improvise in the kitchen, but he’s great at following a recipe. He doesn’t bake desserts tho. But he will totally learn to cook you whatever you want. If you go to a resto and really like something, he will somehow steal the recipe and randomly make it for you. You’ll think he’s just buying you takeout until one day he lets you catch him cooking that dish in the kitchen (and he lets you catch him, you don’t stand a chance if he wants to hide it).

He’s got his issues tho, so expect to deal with nightmares and his low self-esteem (boy thinks he’s not worthy of love. Love him harder). He also doesn’t like to go out much, esp to crowded places. But he likes being outside. So you could convince him to take you to some private spot by the river or even a beach if there’s one nearby. Kakashi knows a lot of quiet, private spots where you can go to read and cuddle. That’s Kakashi’s favourite date.

Although I also think he really likes listening to his s/o talk. He’d put down his book to listen to you talk about your day, especially if something good happened and he got to see you smile or hear you laugh. Kakashi likes seeing people happy. It makes him feel like all the horrible things he had to suffer were worthwhile if it meant he created a world where the people he loves can be happy. My poor poor Kakashi.

If you find a topic Kakashi is passionate about, don’t expect him to shut up any time soon lol. Motormouth no Kakashi will talk your ear off if it’s the right topic and you’re alone. He’s so adorably passionate. Kiss him if he goes on for too long. He’ll be startled at first, but then his mask is down and you’re on your back and Kakashi is showing you all the other things his mouth can do.

It would be hard to make Kakashi mad, but when you do see him angry it’s an experience. He tries to keep calm and aloof but his words are sharp and clipped and he either talks down to you or (if he can) disappears. For like a week. Then he comes back, and (if necessary) talks the argument out. If it’s something where disappearing is a no-go, he is veeeerrrryyy stubborn. He doesn’t yell, but kid-Kakashi rears his head. Kakachibi is a stubborn one, I cannot stress that enough lol.

With smaller things that irritate him, expect passive aggressiveness, just like he’s passive affectionate lol. Like, lunch is burnt, or something he knows you don’t like. You suddenly can’t find your favourite pair of shoes. He walks past you in your home and sits in a different room instead of spending time with you. You’ll have to confront him about it, or wait for him to get over whatever it is. Or just cuddle him. The man has been touch starved, it’s hard for him to pull away when you start running your hands through his hair or even just causally sitting next to him with your thigh just barely touching his. If it’s your fault, say sorry and suddenly you’re in his arms or on his lap and his nose is buried in you neck while he continues to (pretend to) read. He’ll whisper his apology into your skin, just loud enough that you’re not sure he said anything at all, if it wasn’t for the vibration in his chest and the way his lips moved against you’d skin.

If he’s at fault (and he eventually realizes he’s overreacting) he’ll come to you like a sad puppy, usually with some small offering and sad saaaad eyes (or eye, if he’s still got his Sharingan lol). If you’re still mad (how can you be???) he’ll flood you with his passive affection lol. You’ve got a cup of water and it’s half empty? Kakashi will refill it for you. You’re rubbing your neck? Suddenly massage. You have to go run an errand? Kakashi is following beside you, taking your bags and oh wow did you just conveniently pass by your favourite restaurant even though it wasn’t anywhere you were going? Kakashi suddenly decides he’s hungry and you should both pop in for a bite. You’re too angry to go? You come back home to takeout from that resto, somehow still hot. Kakashi is a magician of apologies. He doesn’t say the words very often, which can be annoying. But you can tell he feels bad. Kiss him and he’ll whisper his apology on your lips.

This is really long. Wow. I’m not even done. Maybe I should be done? Ok I’m done (for now). Ask me more about Kakashi later lol.

Thank you for sending the ask! I really appreciate it! Let’s play FMK

Already done: Already done:

Neji, Kiba, and Chouji?

Maito Dai, Sakumo, Minato?

#hatake kakashi #hatake sakumo #uchiha madara #fmk meme #answered asks #thegreatestofgames #just a little piece i wrote

[kuriquinn]

Fic Prompt / Request: More Hokage Troubles

Anonymous said:

Hey Kurin! I just finished reading Anbu Team 7 and I stumble upon something that makes me curious, at this part when sakura 'aka' lioness said “Well, actually –” and kakashi then quickly interrupt, what does it actually means?

Masterlist & Disclaimer

Summary: Kakashi is just one in a long line of Hokage that can't keep his friends and students in line. A romp through the history of Konoha, with cameos from Kage past.

Warning: Very crackish.

Canon/Fanon Compliance: AU ‘verse. Sasuke left Konoha, but he came back right away or right after training or something. Team 7 went on to become ANBU

Kakashi looks at the three of them in turn, and then lets his head fall into his hands. “None of the other Hokage had to deal with this.”

“Well, actually—”

“Don’t, Lioness, just don’t,” Kakashi groans, straightening up. 

一

“Madara,” Hashirama Senju starts quietly—calmly, he thinks—and then promptly forgets what to say.

His best friend lifts an eyebrow in irritating, mocking challenge that makes him want to punch him in his smug Uchiha face, and sits back, arms folded in front of him.

Hashirama exhales through his nose, counts to ten, and begins again.

“Madara, you cannot set people on fire just because they say something you don’t like.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit.”

“Whatever he said happened is a lie. You know he has it out for me.”

“And I know you would like nothing more than to bash his head in with your gunbai.”

“Well, you said it, not me,” Madara shrugs, looking bored.

“If the other nations see this infighting amongst us, they’re going to think we’re not united. We can’t have anymore—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…”

“You know you need to apologise.”

“I don’t know anything of the sort.”

“If you don’t apologise, I’m telling Mito.”

“…Fine,” he grumbles after several seconds. “The next time I see him.”

“Good.”

“When I get back from Iwagakure.”

There’s a knock at the door of Hashirama’s chambers, and he smirks at Madara. “I wonder who that could be—come in!”

His best friend glowers. “You’re an ass.”

The door slides open and Tobirama Senju enters, sporting several bandages and a face painted almost completely with burn cream. His eyes twitch at the sight of Madara, but he then turns to his brother and bows. “Lord Hokage.”

“Oh, knock it off with the protocol,” Hashirama waves impatiently. “Madara has something he wants to say to you.”

“I very much doubt that.” The Hokage narrows his eyes and his brother clenches his jaw. “Fine. I will listen. What does the scumbag want this time?”

“Isn’t there a rule about speaking to your elders more respectfully?” Madara sniffs.

“Isn’t there a rule about keeping you away from sane people?”

“Tobirama…”

“Hm, five seconds. The last time it took you a good deal longer to get annoyed enough to insult me,” Madara muses, examining his nails. “I’m disappointed. It seems your tolerance is wearing.”

“Did you have something of value to share, or did you just want to give me a seminar on my habits?”

“I have no doubt you could use one…”

“…Madara!”

“You have something to say to me, Uchiha?”

“I have something to say about your mother.”

“A­-hem,” Hashirama interjects pointedly.

His best friend considers him, and in a grudging voice mumbles, “…What a nice, honorable lady.”

“Nice save, asshole. You’re lucky I don’t teleport you to the middle of an ocean to drow,” Tobirama growls.

“Bring it, you little—!”

“Children,” Hashirama mumbles to himself. “Grown men—warriors!—and they’re like children. The world is doomed if either one of you ever ends up in a position of power…”

二

“What happened to the bridge?”

Tobirama keeps his voice carefully level, trying to ignore the throbbing in his temple and the need to flex his fingers. Possibly around his students’ necks.

 “Uh…it was an accident?”

“Hiruzen, missing a target is an accident. That bridge looks like a tornado hit it. And I don’t use the word tornado lightly.”

“I told him not to do it,” Koharu says. “The idiot wouldn’t listen.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault! Homura distracted me while I was trying to take aim.”

“I sneezed.”

“It was distracting!”

“A shinobi should be able to focus around even the most inconvenient disruptions,” Koharu recites dutifully.

“A shinobi should also inform her teacher when her teammates are about to alert the enemy to their position and get them all killed,” Tobirama lectures.

“Well, I didn’t actually think he’d miss.”

“And Homura couldn’t?”

“He was asleep,” Hiruzen snorts. “Hence why I was surprised when he sneezed.”

“You three do realise we’re in the middle of a war, yes?” Tobirama asks through clenched teeth. “The enemy will be here within minutes because now they know our—”

Thwack!

He is cut off by an arrow lodging itself in his shoulder.

The four of them stare up the mountain incline at the wall of dozens of shinobi headed their way.

“…position,” Tobirama finishes, yanking the arrow out.

“That’s…a lot of Amenin,” Hiruzen murmurs.

“If we live through this, I’m going to make the rest of your life miserable,” Koharu informs him primly.

If any of you live through this, Konoha is doomed, Tobirama thinks, taking a guard position and preparing to meet a slew of angry Amenin head-on.

三

Hiruzen and his team are tied to four posts, baking in the sun several dozen miles from Suna. The desert sand rustles around them, and his mouth is already dry.

“Explain it to me again,” he says slowly. So that I can possibly find a way to salvage this trip and keep us out of another war.

“Hearing it again won’t change the outcome,” Orochimaru points out, looking disgustingly unruffled against his post.

“Jiraiya hit the Kazekage.”

“Of course he did,” Hiruzen groans, craning his neck to glare over at the only individual in their group to remain unconscious. Jiraiya is sagging against his post, a line of drool dangling from his mouth.

“It was either incredibly stupid, or incredibly brave and stupid all rolled into one,” Tsunade goes on. “I mean, the other guy was talking about sacrificing half of our people on something that might work. I don’t care how good a strategist he is, that’s crap. And of course, I couldn’t hit him, because then he’s be dead…”

“How nice of you to show some restraint…”

“You do have a lot of anger bottled up inside you,” Orochimaru points out. “I recommend a good bit of therapy. Of course, activities that involve sharp objects or fire might be more to your preference.”

“Would you shut up and do your creepy, bending thing so that we can get out of here?” Tsunade snaps.

“I would, except the same chakra suppressors keeping you from using your strength or keeping Sarutobi-sensei from using a simple Nawanuke are currently binding me. It seems we’re destined to die here.”

“Don’t sound so happy about that!”

“On the contrary, I’m quite bothered. My constitution is better than all of yours, so I’ll not only have to watch you all die, but I’ll be stuck here with the smell of your rotting corpses long before I too succumb to heat stroke and starvation.” He pauses, and then offers Hiruzen an approximation of an apologetic look. “My apologises, sensei. If it makes you feel any better, if I do get free after you all perish, I’ll eat Jiraiya first.”

Tsunade’s turns green beneath her sunburn.

“No one’s eating Jiraiya!” Hiruzen snaps. Even though he knows that Orochimaru is just being a little shit and would never actually do something so disgusting (he’s about eighty-seven percent sure, anyhow), he isn’t in the mood for the young man’s particular brand of humour.

“Mmm…Tsunade can eat Jiraiya,” the white-haired youth mumbles in his sleep.

The three others freeze for a moment. This time it’s Orochimaru who looks disgusted, while Tsunade’s eye twitches. Hiruzen suspects that now, even if they get out of this predicament, only three of them will be returning home.

Hiruzen groans in frustration.

This is the last time. From now on, no Hokage is allowed to appoint their former genin squad as escorts, no matter how talented their ANBU commanders say they are. He’s going to make a fucking public ordinance about it.

四

Minato stares up at his only surviving student, trying to figure out exactly what to say at this point. Kakashi is sitting in the upper branch of a tree, eyes rivetted on the orange book in his hand.

“About that mission to Kiri—”

“Keep walking, sensei,” Kakashi says without looking up, idly turning a page.

Well…I tried, Minato thinks with a sigh and continues on his way back home.

五

“What the hell is going on?!”

“I…I don’t know!”

“What happened!” Tsunade barks, stalking into the laboratory, where Shizune is scrubbing at a goopy green mess. The lab is an utter mess of scorch marks and still smoking furniture.

“I don’t know! I didn’t do anything!”

“None of the ingredients are flammable! How could this happen?!”

“I don’t know, Lady Tsunade, one minute everything was fine, and the next—whoosh!”

“Oink!” Tonton agrees fearfully.

“Where’s Sakura?” she demands.

“Behind you,” a familiar voice says, and Tsunade whirls around. Her second student is leaning calmly in the doorway.

“Why weren’t you here to help her? You know this is a tricky antidote. I told you both it was a difficult one!”

“I had an errand to run,” Sakura says apologetically.

“And what errand is more important than listening to your master’s instructions?!”

“Making sure the village is running smoothly, of course,” Sakura beams. “Shizune said you were behind on your paperwork. And it’s possible you’ve been distracted by a certain something lately.”

From behind her back she removes a familiar looking, hard-won bottle of aged whiskey.

Tsunade winces.

Damn it, I thought I hid that better!

“Sakura, put that down,” she orders.

“Maybe I will,” the young woman says seriously, and then adopt a curious look. “But first, you have to tell me what the difference is between putting something down, and dropping it.”

“If you drop it, I will break your bones into millions of pieces.”

“But shishou, if you do that, you can’t hear my words of wisdom—and you know, you really want to listen to me.”

“About as much as I’d like to move to Tetsu and learn kabuki.”

“I hear Tetsu is very beautiful this time of year. They have ice castles.”

“Oink!”

“Is this the wrong time to mention I think this thing might developing sentience?” Shizune asks nervously.

She now appears to be battling some kind of goopy green chakra monster.

Tsunade looks between her two apprentices, and then lets her forehead fall into her hands. “That’s it. I’m breaking the world now.”

終わり

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F/O List Updates and Info

Since I’m participating in “To My S/I” I wanted to add some info about my S/I’s and their relationships to my F/O’s, as well as make two (2) additions to said list! Without further ado, here we go!

Romantic: Sans from Undertale (Hopeful Lovers) (Main Romance) S/I: Lexi, Human We’ve been dating for a while now, and we love each other very much. We try to help each other keep going, even when we feel like giving up. We don’t talk as much as we should when something is bothering us. At least not to each other, so I know we’re both hiding something. One day I hope we can trust each other enough to break that wall between us.

Serana from Skyrim (Till Undeath Do Us Part) S/I: Dria, Nord Dovahkin After our adventures together we settled down. We’re married and living out our days in Lake View Manor with our children Lucia and Hroar. Serana has been cured of her vampirism.

Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princess of Power (Love Stings) S/I: Flamera, Princess of Fire It’s hard to love someone on the other side of the fight. But we have managed to keep it secret so far. We hope one day we can live in peace, without the war getting between us.

Aaravos from The Dragon Prince (Twinkling in the Night) (Newly Added~) S/I: Aurora, Human Mage We first saw each other through a mirror locked away in a dungeon. Not the most romantic of first dates, but it was worth it to meet such a marvel of magical beings. He is interested in me, in an almost scientific way. We have managed to communicate through writing.

Semi-Romantic: Damara/The Handmaid from Homestuck (Time Immemorial) S/I: Lexi, Human Damara and I met each other due to the machinations of Doc Scratch. Over time we became very good friends and she asked me to be her Moirail. I accepted and we keep each other safe from Doc as best as we can.

Doc Scratch from Homestuck (Reduced Autonomy Privileges) S/I: Lexi, Human Doc is a bastard and I hate his stupid face. But there are moments that walk the line between venomous and sensual. And I hate that I like it. Damara calls it Kismesitude. I guess that’s what it is? (This is a deliberately unhealthy ship.)

Alduin from Skyrim (Destiny Binds Us) S/I: Dria, Nord Dovahkin Alduin was returned from the grave by his father Akatosh in mortal form, as a punishment for forsaking his duty. Akatosh believed that Alduin needed to walk among mortals in order to understand them. As Dovahkin, I pledged to keep an eye on him. Serana and I make him unruly and envious. He is fixated with capturing my attention. Serana thinks it’s funny. I think it’s adorable. He thinks it’s just a phase. Paarthurnax thinks Alduin has found a soul mate...

W.D. Gaster from Undertale (Existance is Futile) S/I: Lexi, Human He haunts me, obsessed with me. He’s never harmed me, but he appears in my dreams and in the darkest corners, beckoning me to free him. But I don’t know how. Or if I want to.

Platonic: Alphys from Undertale (Karaoke Kweens) S/I: Lexi, Human Alphys and I bond over trashy anime, cooking shows, making fun of Sans, and weekly karaoke nights.

Asgore from Undertale (Flower Crowns) S/I: Lexi, Human Asgore is someone I can always go to for a good hug, a warm cup of tea, and friendly advice. He’s a father figure to me, and he’s trying to help me reconnect with my own dad.

Flowey from Undertale (Nip It In the Bud) S/I: Lexi, Human Flowey is a pain in the rear sometimes. He doesn’t know what to do with himself most of the time. Even if I show him something new, he tires of it quickly. I promised him something that I don’t know if I can keep. I promised that I would make sure he had a soul. He confided in me, I feel it’s the least I can do after what he’s been through.

Frisk from Undertale (Determined Humans) S/I: Lexi, Human Frisk is a tough kid. They are sometimes hard to communicate with, but they’re intelligent, brave, and kind. It’s hard to get them to open up, but I’ve been doing my best when I tutor them to help them understand that they’re allowed to talk about whatever is bothering them. It was Frisk who showed me I wasn’t alone in having a soul so red.

Grillby from Undertale (Quiet Quality) S/I: Lexi, Human Grillby is a pretty cool dude for a fire elemental. He’s a little wary of me, but I think it’s because he’s worried about Sans. Apparently the two of them used to date. But Grillby is a sweet man and he’s never spit in my food, so I call it a win. Besides we can bond over our mutual love of cuisine.

Mettaton from Undertale (Sexy Shapes) S/I: Lexi, Human This asshole cannot keep his competitive streak under control and neither can I. It helps to have a thing for glamor when dealing with him, so I may or may not have gotten into the hobby just to one-up him from time to time. I like to consider him a rival in that regard. But he’s a good friend and has always stood up for me when people are unkind about my body. He really does see the beauty in everyone.

Muffet from Undertale (Pastry Activists) S/I: Lexi, Human Muffet and I love to bake, even if I’m not the best at it. Sometimes her spiders scare me, but I would never hurt one of them. Especially since I can at least talk to them and tell them when they’re invading my space. Muffet loves that I’m nice to her babies. We’ve also attended rallies together in order to fight for monster rights. We bring snacks and hydration for events that need it.

Napstablook from Undertale (Easily Spooked) S/I: Lexi, Human Blooky shares a love of cool jams with me. We’ve worked on a lot of tracks together. Their company is soothing.

Papyrus from Undertale (Loud and Proud) S/I: Lexi, Human Papy has been the best wingman a person could ask for. He constantly tells me how proud he is of me and Sans. And he and I enjoy puzzles together. He’s a very good friend and I’m so happy to have him in my life.

Toriel from Undertale (Pie Babes) S/I: Lexi, Human Tori and I get together for lunch often. I want to be a teacher at the school she works at when I finish college. I get to be an Aide in her class and she has me tutor Frisk from time to time. She’s a wonderful mother figure to me, and she reminds me to keep fighting for my own happiness. She also really likes my mom, so I’m glad they can get along, even if my mom is a little confused by all the monsters suddenly in the world.

Undyne from Undertale (Just Desserts) S/I: Lexi, Human Undyne is hard to keep up with, to say the least but she warmed up to me after seeing how I interact with Alphys and Papyrus. She’s trying to motivate me to work out with her, but I think I’ll stick to the couch for now. At least until she agrees to take me to a normal gym and let me do my own thing. Her workout routine is a little intense for me.

Naruto Uzumaki from Naruto (Noodle Buds) S/I: Minyou, Kunoichi I work a lot of long nights helping Naruto on his path to become Hokage. He’s practically hand-picked for the job when Kakashi retires, but he’s still slacking off. You’d think saving the world would change that attitude of his, but at least he tries to listen to me when important topics come up. He came to me to learn what he needs to know to run the village, but often our study sessions turn into noodle night at Ichiraku. Not that I’m complaining there. He’s really something else.

Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece (Gum Song) S/I: Siren, Captain of the Shanty Pirates It wasn’t very long ago when I met the Strawhat crew. They’re a unique bunch. I’d never been interested in the kind of goals they’re after, least of all King of the Pirates. But Luffy changed my mind. After his stand against the Marines, I was emboldened to chart a course toward the One Piece. Maybe we’ll find it, maybe we won’t. But won’t it be a fun adventure along the way? Besides. I’d like to see him again, and thank him for reminding me why I became a pirate in the first place.

Trunks from Dragonball (Partners in Time) S/I: Rugala, Saiyan I was summoned for one reason, to assist Trunks in saving the universe from collapse. I never thought I’d make friends with someone like him, but I’ll stand by his side until the end of time. Which for the two of us, may not ever come, but I digress.

Mallek Adalov from Hiveswap: Friendsim (Semicolons Are for Smart People) S/I: Lexi, Human I miss Mallek a lot. We are able to text each other sometimes, but I have to be careful when it comes to doing so. Doc could take him away from me. Mallek is one of the truest friends a person could ask for.

Steven Universe from Steven Universe (Shooting Stars) S/I: Lexi, Human Steven is a great kid! He’s helped me do a lot of things I didn’t think were possible. He helped me build confidence in myself and taught me how to play the ukulele. I’m going to chase my dream, and I owe it to him for encouraging me.

Flash Sentry from My Little Pony (Flashy Flare) S/I: Doodle Flare, Unicorn Flash was charged with protecting me on my journey across Equestria. He stands up for me when I am unable to do so myself. He’s thrown himself into freezing water to save me. He’s made me feel like my mission is important, even when everypony else thinks it isn’t. I owe him a lot, and I should be sure to thank Prince Shining armor for assigning him to guard me.

Phew, that should be everyone. If any get added to this list, I will update it accordingly.

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Character meme! Maito Gai! Casue I mean... look at my icon. This should be no surprise.

You have chosen the very greatest picture of Gai as your icon.  I am honoured to write this tribute to a lovely man.

First impression

Wuh… turtle… a man… on a turtle… a man on a turtle… in a green… a green… one piece… jumpsuit? with… orange… yellow… orange… puce… sienna… goldenrod—fuck it idk what colour that is it’s orange now—leg… legwarmers? are..eyebrows? what? but the other one? matching? what? i don’t… who thought this was a good idea?  Why… is that a sunset?  Why is he talking like this?  Is this funny? Is this dumb?  a turtle?  How is the turtle talking, and is it a tortoise or a turtle… idon’tlikehim—nowait—he’s the greatest

Impression now

Gai is amazing.  Hilarious.  I have mad respect for him.  He may have started off as a joke character but he is actually amazing, as a person, as a teacher, as a character, and I love him.

Favorite moment

After the Chuunin Prelims, the scene where Gai is talking to Lee about the probability of Lee surviving the procedure, and promises that if Lee dies, then Gai will die too.  It’s the first moment you see Gai being serious, and you learn the true measure of his devotion.  Gai might be loud and obnoxious and sunset genjutsus, but he’s also love and warmth and he would do anything for someone he cared about.  This was the first time we saw Gai—and Lee—as people and not gags.  And it was touching and sad and it really made me care about both of them.

Idea for a story

Fuck if I know.  Let met think…I hate to do this, but since Ume is known as the Queen of Angst I’m going to say I was inspired.  When Kakashi is in the midst of his ANBU depression and Gai petitions to be able to join, instead of saying ‘no,’ Sandaime says ‘yes.’  Now we’ve got ANBU Gai, being forced into completing these brutal missions or being charged with insubordination of the highest degree (the punishment of which, is death).  Not wanting to see Gai punished, Kakashi does the dirty work while Gai basically panics.  Seeing how much further into his shell this is pushing Kakashi, Gai bites the bullet and starts pulling his own weight.  The two spiral deeper into ANBU and the darkness that follows them, desperately grasping onto each other.  Gai finally begs Kakashi to leave one day, but Kakashi cannot, even seeing how affected Gai is.  So Gai sticks by his side, slowly killing off all the brightest parts of himself.  Until one day, Gai see’s a young boy with thick eyebrows trying his damnedest to be a ninja without chakra, and begs Sandaime to let him be the boy’s sensei.  Hiruzen finally smartens up, and ejects both Gai and Kakashi from ANBU.  They get their students, and they learn how to heal with their new purpose (Gai is better off at first, but he drags Kakashi behind him).  And then everything eventually works out because I was making myself sad.  As a payoff to having Gai in ANBU, let’s pretend that Kakashi and Gai were such a great team, they ended up finding Obito, they caught him, brought him to the village for rehabilitation.  No Uchiha Massacre, Madara is dead already and now has no one to bring him back to life, Zetsu walked into a patch of experimental weed killer and died (yes, all the Zetsu, it was a huge patch and they just kept walking into it for no reason. maybe there were some parasitic ants that took over their brains or something convenient like that), and everyone lives, everyone’s happy, hugs and kisses for everyone.  Boom.  Horrible ending.

Unpopular opinion

I honestly think Gai would be the greatest boyfriend.  As in: The. Greatest. Ever.  He would win awards for being an amazing boyfriend, and an amazing husband, and an amazing father.  Why?  Because he would give you his everything.  And not in a ‘Oh, I want to take advantage of the man,’ kind of way, but in the sense that, once Gai has decided you’re the one for him (even if you’re just the one for him right now) he is going to put soooo much effort into making sure you’d be happy.  He’d be bringing you little gifts every day, just because they reminded him of you.  They would probably all be different, things that he saw while doing his crazy training throughout the village, but they would all have some sort of deep personal meaning and you would probably love them.  Ok, there might be some trial and error in the beginning, but the man learns fast and never gives up.  If you didn’t like receiving physical gifts, he would gift you every day with something non-physical.  Maybe you like horrible poetry?  Gai will write you daily poems.  Maybe you like massages?  Gai will give you daily back massages, foot massages, wrist massages, full body massages (and i do mean full body massages) etc.  Maybe you just want someone to sit quietly with and cuddle for like an hour—Gai will stfu and cuddle with you.  Sure, he’ll be bursting with thoughts after, and he might get a little fidgety, but he will 100% do it, if it makes you happy.  So you better fucking treat him good or I’ll cut you.  Okay, Kakashi will cut you but still.  Don’t do that to Gai.  If you’re an introvert and you feel sometimes that his personality gets to be a little much, he will try to tone it down or give you space, but he’ll be back to 11 in a heartbeat if you change your mind.  He would remember every single important date.  If you wanted to go somewhere or do something, Gai would make it happen.  Whether that’s going skydiving off the mountains in Lightening, or looking for a mythical fish off the coast of Water, or going to the Land of Hotsprings for some R&R, or just going to the corner store to pick up your favourite take-out and that movie you were talking about.  Did you run out of sugar while baking?  Gai will bring you sooo much sugar in like two seconds flat.  Is he out of the village?  Doesn’t matter.  His summons are at your service (even if they’re a bit slower).  He would back you up no matter what (and even if you broke up, Gai would still have your back.  Gai is Ride or Die ok, he will be there for you as long as you’re not horrible and cheat on him or something.  Don’t be mean to Gai; he’s precious). If you’re having problems in your relationship, Gai will do his best to work them out with you.  Gai will go to therapy and work his ass off to make both of you happy. Gai obviously has his quirks and his own issues, and wheelchair bound Gai will probably take some time to bounce back into his normal vigour.  But honestly, out of his generation, he’d probably be the best boyfriend.  People don’t want to date Gai because LOUD and EYEBROWS and THAT HORRIBLE OUTFIT but a) he can be quiet if you need him to be, b) the eyebrows aren’t that bad get over it, and c) you bet your ass Gai looks amazing naked in civvies.  Don’t ask Gai to change for you (honestly, if you caught his attention, then I probably don’t have to tell you that) because that’s just mean.  But Gai will treat you right.  Date Gai.  You won’t find a better boyfriend.  And if you’re lucky and he proposes, marry Gai.  You might want to elope, though.  He will go a little overboard with the ceremony otherwise.  But hey, you’re dating Gai, you probably like overboard.  So go for the ceremony.  It will be the greatest wedding anyone has every attended.

Favorite relationship

If you’ve been on my blog for more than five minutes you know I love Kakashi.  But that is not my favourite relationship of Gai’s.  I love Gai’s relationship with his students, but specifically with Tenten.  Now I know what you’re thinking; sibi, why choose Tenten when there is Lee, Gai’s protege.  Well, it’s simple.  It’s easy to get along with someone who is like you.  Lee has always been a mini-Gai, and so it was not hard for them to bond.  Both have a relationship based on common interests and common goals, and it is a beautiful relationship.  Gai and Neji’s relationship falls in a similar vein; hard working student, eager to improve himself through hard work.  The problem here is that Gai isn’t much of a mentor—not by any fault of his own, but by virtue of Neji focusing on the Gentle Fist Style.  There were certainly exercises to build endurance and stamina and team bonds that Gai taught Neji, but Neji had a path already, and it was easy to guide him on it.  I love Gai’s relationship with Tenten because he had none of that.  All Gai had in common with Tenten was that they both work hard.  She had no real direction, she had no clan to teach her a specific style or put her on a path she could follow.  He could not identify with her as a girl, he didn’t really know how to treat her (because while Gai is a ball of sunshine he is awkward in his own way) but despite this, he didn’t give up.  He wanted to help her fulfil her goals.  Tenten’s dream was to be like Tsunade?  Gai was going to make that happen.  He tried to set her up with a medical ninja, since that’s what Tsunade was most famous for.  uh oh, Tenten didn’t have the chakra control.  Gai was not deterred.  Tsunade was known for her super strength…but that also required chakra control that Tenten didn’t have.  Gai was not deterred.  He tried to give her his summoning contract, but Tenten ended up insulting the tortoise and ruining that chance, as well as a chance for any animal summon (as the tortoises would surely gossip about the disrespect).  Gai was not deterred.  He taught her how to summon weapons.  He just kept trying.  Gai tried his best to equip Tenten with the skills she would need to fulfil her dream.  She did not end up proficient in the same way that Tsunade was.  But she found her own star.  She found something she loved, developed a fighting style all on her own, and became the greatest at what she did.  And Gai, who didn’t have the talents to teach her to be like Tsunade, didn’t go ‘oh well, I can’t help her,’ he said, ‘if this doesn’t work, then we’ll try that, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll try…’ until Tenten found herself.  He was an amazing mentor to all of his students, but this is most evident, in my opinion, with Tenten.

Favorite headcanon

I don’t remember where it started, but I like the idea that Gai is actually a genjutsu type, and whenever you see the sunset behind him, it’s actually him casting a low level genjutsu for theatrics. 

Here is the ask.  Send me a character (canon or oc) or even a pairing.  Up next is Genma, and then Hidan, Adult!Obito, Rock Lee, and Ino. (which I think I’m going to have to do later, it’s time for me to sleep).

Already completed: Madara, Kakashi, Shino, Tenzou

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