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wing-ed-thing · 6 months

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Being Dumb and 12-Years-Old with Team 7 Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Being 12, Mixed AU

𓆃 Genin are a different breed of insufferable. Because they do such heavy, "adult" work, the times genin get to be kids, they almost double down and have to get a certain amount of thoughtlessness out of their system.

Naruto

𓆃 Naruto is just spending money on useless things. He has no idea how to handle money at all and will pay for things in the lowest coin denomination possible.

𓆃 He's a sucker for "limited-time" snacks, no matter what the flavor, and he's paying for everything with the lowest denomination possible.

𓆃 So you're standing at the cash register with your two "spicy pickle and cream" flavored onigiri while the poor cashier has to count 200 1ryō coins.

𓆃 And even after all of that, Naruto will be short.

𓆃 Naruto will be too loud and laugh too much in public spaces. He can't keep his hands off anything and will get you kicked out of at least one (1) business every few weeks.

𓆃 Will go into a business without buying anything and just sit down and hang out. Has absolutely no social anxiety and will stay completely oblivious to the clear mounting frustration on the employee's face until he's asked to leave.

𓆃 Be prepared to apologize for him a million times or instead you can validate to him that he totally didn't do anything wrong— what was that guy's problem?

𓆃 Then you're going back to his apartment, trying to eat spicy noodles— that were actually far too spicy for either of you but neither of you are admitting that— and getting into scream debates over TV shows until the neighbors are banging on the wall because you're being too loud.

𓆃 He's also showing you the grossest things the internet has to offer and traumatizing you for life.

Sakura

𓆃 You and Sakura think you're such mature little adults, meanwhile, you're getting all anxious about the passive aggressive fights you're getting into with your peers.

𓆃 And in true 12-year-old fashion, no one is beefing with each other to their faces, but you sure as hell are sending each other to talk to other people and then report back to you.

𓆃 You once texted Ino's "ex-boyfriend" just asking, "Is this ___?” He threatened to call the authorities and Sakura and Ino had to calm you down for the rest of the night.

𓆃 You think you're being sneaky using the samples from the beauty store to put make up on, and looking back you're baffled you didn't get an infection.

𓆃 Any underwear outside of standard cotton panties is scandalous and terrifying, and there was definitely a time you all bought a lacy undergarment together and worried for a solid hour how to get them home without your parents knowing.

𓆃 You never wore them. Your parents never found out.

𓆃 Sakura and Ino gave you a make over during a sleepover once, even though their version of make up was just very caked on foundation and boxy eyebrows.

𓆃 Every so often, the three of you will pair off and have fights with each other. You and Sakura will have a fight that Ino "mediates." You'll "mediate" a fight between Sakura and Ino... and totally take sides. You'll tell Sakura that Ino's wrong, and Ino that Sakura is wrong.

𓆃 The fights don't last long and usually result in some tears shed and ice cream bought.

Sasuke

𓆃 Sasuke touts himself as a sort of wiz on the piano or perhaps on the guitar, when in reality, he just learned to play three songs really well.

𓆃 He won't outwardly flex, but you can tell he likes to be recognized for it. He'd whip the skill out on days he's feeling particularly down.

𓆃 He'll tell you that you're going to "start a band," but you "won't be like other music groups that just want to get famous". But in reality, when you go over to his place, you'll just end up eating junk food, playing games, and won't ever actually touch an instrument.

𓆃 The closest you'll get is karaoke, but if you ever mention it ever again Sasuke won't talk to you for a week.

𓆃 And he's not immune to sending someone back and forth with messages to you because he's not talking to you. But "not in the way girls do," whatever that means.

𓆃 He’ll also accidentally download something shady from a shady website one night after going down some obscure internet rabbit hole, and Sasuke will say he's not worried about it, but he'll call you when you get home hyperventilating about how worried he is about it.

𓆃 You'll try to learn how to ride the latest form of transportation on wheels together, but the moment Sasuke discovers he's not instantly good at it he'll get mad at you for being better than he is even though it's only been 10 minutes and are you really that better than he is?

𓆃 Only posing for pictures with a scowl and hands clasped in front of you. Bonus points if your head is tilted back. These are photos you and Sasuke hide when you're older.

𓆃 Coming up with nicknames for yourselves and subtly trying to encourage other people to start calling you those nicknames.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: No offense to any 12 year olds in the audience. Being your age is universally a cringe time it's okay it's a right of passage.

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leewritestoomuch · 29 days

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just watched a tiktok that essentially went ‘check your tone b4 u talk to my girl/dont talk to my wife like that’ and now i need protective naruto charas w this.. team 7 ?! (and maybe the other konoha 11 (+ sand sibs kinda fit this too but omit and add whoever! no pressure!!))

I love how this is definitely pretty much canon to Sasuke’s character lol

Some are modern AU, some aren’t. It’ll be pretty much obvious, but if it’s not, it doesn’t matter too much.

I only did team 7 (Kakashi, Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke, and Sai) this time since the entire Konoha 13 and sand siblings can take a while and I just did all of them on my last post.(sorry no Yamato, I don’t know how to write for him tbh)

Fem reader

“Watch your Tone before you speak to my girl.”

Naruto Uzumaki

He can’t figure out why this guy is actually flipping his shit over something so small?

All you did was bump into him while you were trying to turn around from the counter in the kitchen. The party was packed, but the kitchen wasn’t quite as bad. You didn’t think you had to watch your every step so carefully.

The guy, clearly drunk off his ass, turns around and tells you to watch yourself. He throws out some basic insults, nothing too deep, but the attempt pisses your blonde, hotheaded boyfriend off.

The guy reaches for you, probably to tap your shoulder, throwing out some “flirty” comment meant to degrade you.

Naruto shoves the dude back, “watch your tone when you talk to her. That’s my girl.”

The dude, with as much respect for Naruto as he had, nods quickly, scampering off.

Naruto pours you another drink, giving you it as he pulls you onto the dance floor.

Sasuke Uchiha

Somebody talking down to his wife?

He knows damn well you can handle yourself, so he’ll stay back, but if you look at him for some help, he’s coming right on over.

He caught wind of the guy telling you off for being weak, saying you’re no help so you have no business ever being a ninja.

He can’t help but wonder what the hell this guys problem is. His wife isn’t weak. You’re one of the top ninja in the village, without a doubt. Maybe he has an issue with women?

“Don’t talk to my wife like that. You’re half the ninja she is.”

Sai

He’s right there and some dipshit has the nerve to talk down on you IN FRONT of him????

It was over something that was common knowledge to a person native to the village your team was visiting, but you simply didn’t know. You’d apologized many times. Wasn’t that enough?

He’s very subtly sassy at first. He’s monotone and flat in tone, but he’s being snarky. You can tell and the dude is catching on.

As Sai gets more pissed off, he gets more obvious.

Because it takes a bit to make him actually feel any which way, this dude is just a dickhead. And Sai isn’t having it

“Watch your tone. Talk to her right. Or we can handle this elsewhere?” Sai is smiling, but it’s a threat.

Sakura Haruno

She’s fuming when she hears somebody talking down to you. How dare somebody shit talk her girlfriend while you’re just trying to shop.

You’d gotten the last of something, since you were there first, but some Karen ass woman wanted it and was telling you why she deserves it more than you.

You’d explained kindly how you got to it first, but looked about ready to give it up and hand it over.

Sakura wasn’t going to let this woman step on your toes

“Watch your tone when you talk to my girl.” Sakura balls her hands into fists beside herself, but doesn’t raise them.

The woman is scared because Sakura is lowkey jacked and now she knows she’ll never be safe again. She gives it up.

Kakashi Hatake

This person didn’t know you were with Kakashi, without a doubt.

You were in a book store, and apparently you’d accidentally bumped into some girl and knocked all the books out of her arms. (She was carrying way too many without a basket for some reason)

You apologized, helping her pick them up, but she wasn’t letting it go.

She kept insulting your thinking skills and asked if you’re going blind. Over all, just things Kakashi knew weren’t true or didn’t matter. It was an accident. (And if you were going/are blind, it’s still, and more so, not your fault so he’s trying to figure out who tf this girl is??)

He waits to see what you do, but he won’t hesitate if he sees you need just a bit of help.

“How unhappy with your life do you have to be to talk like that?” Kakashi asks, closing his book. “You should watch your tone when you talk to my girl.”

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princess-sof-time · 10 months

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Hi Can I Ask Sakura,Naruto,Hinata Hyuuga, adrien, Felix and Kyoko Being Introduced to their male S/O's father and mother.

How would they deal with their S/O's parents welcoming them with open arms and treating them as if they were their own children?

Since most of them did not have a good family relationship with their parents...

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• Sakura would experience a whirlwind of emotions upon meeting her significant other's parents. Nervousness and excitement would intertwine within her as she understands the significance of this meeting. Deep down, Sakura longs for a warm and supportive family environment, and the thought of being welcomed with open arms by her partner's parents would strike a deep chord within her heart.

• As she steps into their presence, Sakura would take a moment to compose herself, ensuring she presents the best version of herself. With her trademark grace and poise, she would exude confidence while displaying an aura of respect and gratitude. Sakura's polished manners and etiquette would shine through, a reflection of her upbringing and dedication to being the best version of herself.

• As her S/O's parents envelop her in a warm and genuine embrace, Sakura might find herself momentarily overwhelmed. The feeling of being wholeheartedly accepted and treated as their own child would resonate deeply within her. It would be a stark contrast to her past experiences, where Sakura often yearned for parental affection and validation.

• Sakura would express her sincere appreciation for their kindness, her voice laden with gratitude. With genuine warmth in her eyes, she would convey her heartfelt thanks for the love and acceptance they have bestowed upon her. Sakura would let them know that their reception has touched her deeply, leaving an indelible mark on her heart.

• With her emotions settled, Sakura's determination to build a strong and meaningful relationship with her S/O's parents would shine through. She would be eager to understand their values, interests, and beliefs, recognizing the significance of these familial bonds. Sakura would take an active interest in their lives, engaging in conversations to build connections and bridge the gap between their respective families.

• Over time, Sakura would prove herself to be a loving and dedicated partner to their child, showcasing her unwavering loyalty and support. She would consistently demonstrate her commitment to their happiness and well-being, striving to earn their trust and respect through her actions.

• In return, Sakura would hope to find solace and reassurance in her newfound family. She would value their guidance and wisdom, seeking their advice during challenging times. Sakura would wholeheartedly embrace their role as surrogate parents, cherishing the love and care they extend towards her.

• As Sakura's bond with her S/O's parents deepens, she would cherish the opportunity to create lasting memories and traditions together. From shared family gatherings to special celebrations, Sakura would be an active participant, eager to contribute and forge deeper connections.

• Ultimately, Sakura's encounter with her S/O's parents would mark a turning point in her life, providing the foundation for a loving and supportive extended family. The warmth and acceptance she experiences would act as a healing balm, nurturing her heart and reinforcing her belief in the power of genuine connections.

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• Naruto Uzumaki would be initially taken aback by the warm and affectionate welcome from his significant other's parents. Having grown up without the presence of a loving and supportive family, Naruto has always yearned for a sense of belonging and acceptance. Thus, the overwhelming reception from his partner's parents would strike a deep chord within his heart, eliciting a range of emotions that Naruto might struggle to articulate.

• As he stands before them, Naruto's eyes would widen with surprise, his heart racing with a mix of astonishment and joy. The genuine warmth radiating from his S/O's parents would touch a long-buried longing within Naruto, reminding him of the love and care he has craved throughout his life. Overwhelmed by this unexpected display of affection, Naruto would feel tears welling up in his eyes, unable to contain his emotions.

• In that moment, Naruto's gratitude would overflow, and he would find himself at a loss for words. His voice might crack as he expresses his heartfelt thanks, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that resonates with his deepest desires. Naruto would shower them with genuine appreciation, expressing how much their acceptance and love mean to him, and how it fills a void in his heart that he never thought would be filled.

• With his emotions settled, Naruto's eagerness to forge a connection with his S/O's parents would shine through. He would be genuinely curious about their lives, their experiences, and their values. Naruto's exuberant and open nature would come to the forefront as he engages in conversations, eager to understand their perspectives and learn from their wisdom.

• Naruto would make it his mission to live up to their expectations and prove himself worthy of their acceptance. He would take their warm welcome as an invitation to become a part of their family, to contribute to their lives in meaningful ways. Naruto's determination to be the best partner to their child would shine through, as he showcases his unwavering loyalty, unwavering support, and his fierce protectiveness.

• Over time, Naruto would embrace his role as a member of their extended family wholeheartedly. He would actively participate in family gatherings, embracing their traditions and cherishing the moments spent together. Naruto's infectious enthusiasm and zest for life would bring a vibrant energy to these occasions, creating lasting memories filled with laughter and joy.

• As Naruto's bond with his S/O's parents deepens, he would seek their guidance and advice, recognizing the wisdom that comes with their experience. He would listen attentively to their stories, their teachings, and would apply their insights to his own life. Naruto's gratitude for their presence would extend beyond words as he actively works to incorporate their teachings into his personal growth, continually striving to become a better person and partner.

• Through their unwavering love and acceptance, Naruto would finally find the family he has always longed for. He would cherish every moment spent with his S/O's parents, knowing that their warm welcome has forever changed his life. Naruto's journey towards a loving and supportive extended family would serve as a testament to the power of acceptance, forgiveness, and the transformative nature of love.

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• Hinata would feel a mix of shyness and nervousness when introduced to her significant other's parents. The warmth and openness with which they welcome her would touch her deeply, causing her heart to swell with gratitude and appreciation. Hinata, who has often struggled with feelings of insecurity and low self-worth, might find it challenging to fully accept and believe that she deserves such kindness and acceptance.

• As she stands before her S/O's parents, Hinata would feel a flutter of anxiety, her usually soft-spoken voice becoming even softer as she expresses her heartfelt thanks. Her eyes would shine with sincerity, and a genuine smile would grace her lips, as she wholeheartedly acknowledges their warm reception. Hinata would express her deep appreciation for their acceptance, emphasizing how much it means to her to be welcomed into their family with open arms.

• However, Hinata's self-doubt might still linger, causing her to question her own worthiness of such affection. Despite her insecurities, she would seize this opportunity to prove herself, to show that she is deserving of their kindness. Hinata would embark on a mission to build a strong and meaningful relationship with her S/O's parents, going above and beyond to demonstrate her love, care, and dedication.

• In her interactions with them, Hinata would be attentive and considerate, always making sure to listen to their words and understand their needs. She would take note of their likes, dislikes, and interests, eager to find common ground and foster connections. Hinata's genuine curiosity and willingness to learn would shine through as she engages in conversations, showing a sincere interest in their lives and experiences.

• Hinata's respectful demeanor would be evident in her actions. She would prioritize their comfort and happiness, going the extra mile to ensure they feel valued and appreciated. Whether it's assisting with household chores, cooking their favorite meals, or simply lending a listening ear, Hinata would make it her mission to contribute to their lives in meaningful ways. Through her unwavering devotion, she would gradually break down any barriers or reservations, replacing them with trust and a sense of familial bond.

• As time goes by, Hinata's caring nature would extend to her S/O's parents as if they were her own. She would remember special occasions, showering them with thoughtful gestures and heartfelt gifts. Hinata's empathy would enable her to provide support during difficult times, offering a shoulder to lean on and words of encouragement. Her gentle presence would bring comfort and reassurance, fostering a deep sense of connection and understanding.

• In return, Hinata would cherish any guidance or advice her S/O's parents offer. She would value their wisdom and life experiences, recognizing the lessons she can learn from them. Hinata would strive to incorporate their teachings into her own life, always seeking personal growth and improvement.

• Through her unwavering dedication and genuine care, Hinata would gradually dissolve any doubts or reservations her S/O's parents may have had about her. She would prove herself to be a loyal and loving partner, willing to go to great lengths to ensure their child's happiness and well-being. Hinata's commitment to building a strong relationship with her S/O's parents would serve as a testament to her character and the depth of her love.

• As time passes, Hinata's bond with her S/O's parents would grow stronger, and she would come to see them not only as her partner's parents but as her own family. The love and acceptance she receives from them would fill her heart with warmth and gratitude, helping her to overcome her insecurities and realize her own self-worth.

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• Adrien would be pleasantly surprised by the warm and heartfelt welcome from his significant other's parents. Coming from a distant and complicated family background himself, Adrien would deeply appreciate the feeling of being embraced as a part of a loving family.

• As he stands before his S/O's parents, Adrien's normally calm and composed demeanor would reflect a touch of genuine emotion. His eyes would shimmer with gratitude and his lips would curl into a sincere smile, mirroring the warmth he feels in his heart. Adrien would express his appreciation with a genuine and heartfelt thank you, making sure his words carry the weight of his gratitude.

• Raised with impeccable manners and social grace, Adrien would be well-prepared to make a positive impression. He would exude politeness and charm, ensuring that his behavior reflects his respect for their family. Adrien's elegant gestures and refined etiquette would leave a lasting impression, demonstrating his genuine desire to be accepted into their family.

• Beyond the initial meeting, Adrien would strive to build a strong and meaningful relationship with his S/O's parents. He would take a genuine interest in their lives, eagerly engaging in conversations to learn about their experiences, passions, and values. Adrien's curiosity and attentiveness would create a comfortable atmosphere for them to share their stories and memories, fostering a deeper connection.

• Adrien would actively seek opportunities to spend time with his S/O's parents, whether it be through family gatherings, outings, or shared activities. His desire to know them better would drive him to engage in meaningful conversations and create lasting memories together. Adrien's gentle humor and willingness to participate in their traditions and customs would further solidify his bond with them.

• Expressing his gratitude would extend beyond mere words for Adrien. He would find ways to show his appreciation through thoughtful gestures and acts of kindness. Adrien's attention to detail would be evident in remembering their preferences, surprising them with small tokens of appreciation, and offering his assistance when needed. Through his actions, Adrien would demonstrate his genuine care and commitment to their happiness.

• Adrien's openness and vulnerability would allow him to forge a deep connection with his S/O's parents. He would share his own experiences, dreams, and aspirations, allowing them to glimpse into his true self. In doing so, Adrien would create an environment of trust and authenticity, fostering a sense of mutual understanding and respect.

• Throughout the journey of building a relationship with his S/O's parents, Adrien would be receptive to their guidance and wisdom. He would value their advice, drawing on their life experiences to further his personal growth. Adrien's humility would enable him to acknowledge their wisdom and integrate it into his own life, showing his willingness to learn and evolve.

• As time passes, Adrien's bond with his S/O's parents would deepen, transforming them from mere acquaintances to cherished family members. He would embrace their role as surrogate parents with open arms, cherishing every moment spent together and treasuring the love and acceptance they offer.

• Adrien's encounter with his S/O's parents would mark a significant chapter in his life, providing him with the love and warmth he has longed for. With sincere gratitude in his heart, he would embark on a journey of building a strong and enduring bond, forever grateful for the open arms that welcomed him as a beloved member of their family.

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• Felix indeed find it overwhelming to be welcomed with open arms by his significant other's parents. With a lifetime of guardedness, Felix might initially approach the situation with skepticism, questioning the authenticity of their warm reception. However, as he observes their genuine kindness and sincerity, his walls would slowly start to crumble.

• In the presence of his S/O's parents, Felix would maintain his characteristic composure. He would be polite, showing respect for their position as his partner's parents. His impeccable manners and refined behavior would serve as a reflection of his upbringing and the values instilled in him. Though he might find it challenging to fully embrace their acceptance at first, Felix would acknowledge their kindness with a measured gratitude, expressing his thanks in a reserved yet sincere manner.

• Felix's cautious nature would prompt him to take his time in developing a bond with his S/O's parents. He would tread carefully, observing their actions and words for consistency and integrity. As he witnesses their continued warmth and affection, Felix's skepticism would gradually transform into trust.

• Patience would be key in building a relationship with Felix. His S/O's parents would need to understand his reserved nature and allow him the time and space to open up. With consistent reassurance and understanding, they would demonstrate their commitment to building a connection with him.

• As the relationship evolves, Felix would start to let his guard down, revealing glimpses of his true self. He would engage in polite and meaningful conversations, sharing his thoughts and experiences with a level of vulnerability. Felix's willingness to be authentic, albeit in measured doses, would be a testament to the growing bond he shares with his S/O's parents.

• Over time, Felix would begin to embrace the idea of being treated as their own child. He would appreciate their gestures of care and concern, gradually accepting their love and support. As he experiences their genuine acceptance, Felix would start to let go of his reservations and allow himself to be embraced by their warmth.

• In return, Felix would demonstrate his loyalty and commitment to his S/O's parents. He would go the extra mile to show his appreciation, whether it be through small acts of kindness or thoughtful gestures. Felix's reserved nature would not prevent him from forming a genuine connection. Instead, it would manifest as a steadfast and unwavering dedication to their well-being and happiness.

As Felix's bond with his S/O's parents solidifies, he would begin to see them as a trusted and valued part of his life. He would seek their advice and guidance, acknowledging their wisdom and expertise. Felix's cautious nature would allow him to consider their perspectives thoughtfully, incorporating their insights into his decision-making process.

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• Kyoko be deeply moved by the warm welcome extended by her significant other's parents. Having experienced a complicated and troubled past with her own family, Kyoko would genuinely appreciate the love and acceptance bestowed upon her. The warmth she receives from her S/O's parents would strike a chord within her, evoking a mixture of gratitude, relief, and a sense of belonging that she has yearned for.

• As Kyoko stands before her S/O's parents, her eyes would shimmer with unshed tears of joy and gratitude. She would find it difficult to articulate her emotions, but her sincerity would shine through. Kyoko's voice would tremble with heartfelt appreciation as she expresses her deepest thanks, emphasizing how much their acceptance means to her and how it fills a void in her heart that has long been neglected.

• Gratitude would permeate every word and gesture as Kyoko assures her S/O's parents that she will do her best to care for and support their child. Her commitment to their happiness and well-being would be unwavering, as she recognizes the importance of their child's place in their lives. Kyoko would express her earnest intention to be a loving and supportive partner, assuring them that their child's happiness is her utmost priority.

• Kyoko's past experiences would instill in her a deep sense of empathy and consideration for others. She would be keenly aware of the importance of respecting her S/O's parents and their values. Kyoko would be attentive to their needs and preferences, taking note of the small details that contribute to their happiness. Her considerate nature would manifest in her interactions, ensuring that they feel valued, heard, and appreciated.

• With a genuine desire to build a meaningful relationship, Kyoko would invest her time and effort in getting to know her S/O's parents on a personal level. She would engage in heartfelt conversations, eager to understand their lives, experiences, and aspirations. Kyoko's empathy and listening skills would create a safe space for open and honest communication, fostering a bond based on mutual trust and understanding.

• Through her actions, Kyoko would aim to bridge the gap between their families and create a sense of unity. She would participate wholeheartedly in family gatherings and traditions, immersing herself in their customs and celebrations. Kyoko's presence would be a source of comfort and support, as she embraces her role as a member of their extended family.

• As Kyoko's relationship with her S/O's parents deepens, she would seek their guidance and wisdom. Kyoko would value their advice and life experiences, recognizing the importance of their perspectives. She would be open to learning from them, incorporating their teachings into her own personal growth journey. Their insights would serve as a source of inspiration and a guiding light as she navigates the complexities of life.

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smh-yoon · 1 year

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more horny wlw content bc i will provide what this app is devoid of, also a love story kind of so this is somewhat long. more of a fic than a drabble

adult! sakura haruno x fem reader

- virginity loss (fxf), bathtub sex, fingering, body worship (?), praising, cunnilingus

MDNI - ageless/underage blogs will be blocked

sakura had been devastated when sasuke left to train with orochimaru. throughout her struggle to deal with his betrayal to konoha, and to her, you always stood by her side.

as she grew older, trained under tsunade, and grieved close friends, you were always there. she had been so blind to your love, up until it was almost too late. you had been to her what she wished to be for sasuke, and he would never let her.

you’d gladly sacrifice your life for her, and as you laid near death in her arms, you confessed your love. raw and emotional, the admiration you had for her determination and strength. how she was so much more than sasuke would ever make her, her own person. you never thought you’d wake up.

sakura was at your side every moment she could be, conflicted with your confession. has she really been so blind? your kind gazes, gentle touches, your comforting hold. everything about you brought her peace, and she realized she truly loved you. when you opened your eyes again for the first time, she remembered crying seeing the beautiful and glistening shade of your irises.

as you’d supported her, she supported you through your recovery. she let you lean on her as you walked, made you meals and slept on a futon next to your bed despite your insistence to sleep in her own home. she even bathed you, despite the rapid beating of her heart being so close to you in such a vulnerable state. sakura made sure she always closed her eyes when you undressed, and poured enough soap for bubbles to cover you well.

it was conflicting to allow her to care for you, worried she’d be uncomfortable doing so, but she always assured you. she gave you that beautiful smile that always made you want to kiss her, would hold your hand when you had nightmares, would hold you close when you needed her. nothing she did helped you move on, despite her never saying you needed to.

nearly two months later you’d recovered, thanks to repeated sessions at the hospital from specialists in healing chakra. sakura knew she would have to return to her lonely apartment soon, but she couldn’t help craving your presence.

truth be told, you stopped needing her to help you bath almost a week ago. but it was too good feeling her fingers wash your hair, and you were busy building up the courage to make a move. today would be the day, you’d decided.

“im gonna so start some tea, so get undressed while im gone okay?” sakura smiled, green eyes shining. with a swallow, you grabbed her hand before she could leave. the way her face scrunched in confusion nearly made you chicken out, but you took a quick breath and spit it out before you could stop it. “bathe with me this time.”

her eyes were wide, cheeks colored red and her gaze darted between you and the steaming bath. “i couldn’t- you’re still recovering-” you lead her hand to press over your heart. if you hadn’t been sure she felt the same way you did, you wouldn’t have been so bold.

“sakura, i want you.”

the desire you had for her was more than physical. more than the way her legs looked in her netted leggings, the way her nipples poked through the fabric of your shirt. despite the overwhelming physical attraction you had for her, you desired her at her worst as well. to be the one she relied on, the one she would dream of a future with, the one she would come home to. you wanted her with every piece of your being and you only hoped she felt as deeply as you.

her eyes had landed on yours for a moment, trailing down to the tank top you wore. wordlessly she felt herself nod, and then her hands were slipping under your shirt, shaking as she lifted it from your body.

it was almost impossible not to drop to your knees to help her remove her fishnets, but the tension had already become painful.

you slipped into the warm water first, her following after you. she laid on the opposite side of the tub, hiding herself with the water. in a moment of courage you sat up from the water, lifting your body enough to expose your chest. water and suds dropped down your breasts, over your nipples that had hardened from the temperature change.

“sakura.. do you want me too?” she was busy trying to resist looking at anything other than your face, but she found her body heating up. she finally squeezed out a small, “yes. i want you.”

it was enough to make you smile, leaning closer to her until you hovered above her. she was breathing hard just from the proximity, and finally her gaze landed on your tits, purposefully displayed in front of her. “can i kiss you?” you murmured.

when your lips finally met hers, your eyes nearly rolled back as the tingling feeling that went through your body. you never knew how good it would feel to kiss her, and you weren’t sure you could stop there. she was awkward, shy in reciprocating, and it made you realize this was the first time she’d ever thought of anyone other than sasuke.

you went slow as you dipped back in, drinking in the way her head tilted back, her sighs and shifting hands. her mouth opened hesitantly, and it took only a moment until you were embracing her completely, addicted to her taste.

sakura wasn’t in any better condition than you were, desperate to reach out and feel your body against hers, feel your tits in her palms, feel your hips in her grip. she’d never felt the urge to touch another woman so strongly, and it was sending a rush of adrenaline through her.

finally you touched her, hand placed on the side of her neck as your kissing deepened, growing hungrier as your lips bruised. slowly pulling away, you feathered kisses down her neck, slowly dragging your tongue against her skin and listening to her gasp with each graze of your teeth. she finally touched you, hands resting on your shoulders.

sakura was floating, her head swimming, surrounded with nothing but you. everything was you, you, you. you were nearly on top of her, and she felt your nipples graze her own chest every time you shifted. an ache was beginning to settle in her core.

you pulled away again, trying to catch your breath and control yourself. “sakura,” her face was flushed, eyes looking at you in a way that made you almost pounce on her. she looked so divine, bare skin on display, just for you. sasuke could never imagine having her like you did now. “if you don’t tell me to stop, im not going to. i want to make you feel good.”

her heart was pounding in her ears, hair sticking to her neck and shoulders from the water. after a moment of looking at you, finding your hazy eyes and tense form, she nodded. she leaned her head back, exposing her neck, and shifted above the water to display her chest. “please.. touch me more.”

and then you were sinking into her embrace again, chest pressed against hers as her hands shakingly roamed your body.

she cupped your tits as you sucked on a spot underneath her ear, making the both of you let out a breathy moan. more, you needed more. you needed every inch of her body, every sound, every expression. you needed to touch and taste every part of her body.

your kisses had trailed further down to her collarbones, eager to meet her tender breasts, pretty pink nipples perked up with her arousal. making eye contact with her through heavy lids, you took her left nipple into your mouth, hand caressing her other tit.

she moaned again, eyes nearly closing at the sensation, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. there was nothing you would’ve enjoyed more than staying between her legs, worshipping her body the way she deserved.

“you’re so pretty. so sensitive..” she bit her lip as you nibbled lightly on the underside of her breast. “i could eat you whole. starting with these tits of yours, yeah?” you grinned at her stuttering, trying to fathom a response when you suddenly sat up.

“what, you don’t like my mouth?” your hands gently tugged her upwards, sitting at your level, your thighs brushing against her in the most painfully arousing way. “i could use it somewhere else..”

your hand glided over her stomach, making her shudder as your fingers gently squeezed her thighs with your other hand. her heart was beating so fast, and she was so desperate for another touch of yours. she could barely believe this was happening, that she was doing such dirty things with a long time friend. you were leaning forward, tracing her lips with your tongue and slipping into her open mouth.

when you parted, you removed your hands from her body, taking both of hers and placing them on your tits. “go on. touch me as much as you like.”

she was nervous, but she began to knead your breasts nonetheless, watching your breathing began to quicken. she decided to be brave even, leaning down to take a nipple into her own mouth. she looked up through her lashes at you, greedily taking in the way your face twisted at the sensation. before you knew it, she was slowly pushing you back, and had made her way above you.

when she detached her mouth from your skin, you gently gripped her hips, maneuvering her to sit her pelvis just above yours. shivering, she leaned down and captured you in another kiss, letting your hands guide her hips as she began to rock against you.

the feeling of your clit grazing hers made her want to cry, already sensitive from getting herself worked up. one hand remained on her hip as you slowly grinned back up into her, the other coming to urge her forward so you could place your lips back onto her breasts.

“y/n..” the sound made your brain freeze, her whiny voice, desperate, so sweet, like honey on your tongue, moaning out your name. you’d only ever imagined it, but the real thing made you want to make sure she’d never think about sasuke again. your nails lightly dug into the flesh of her hips as you ground harder against her, making more moans spill out of her mouth.

“say it again. say my name again.” you’d long lost your composure, sparks flying through your body as she stimulated your clit. it took effort to stay quiet in attempt to take in every sound she had to offer.

her body shook, bottom lips trembling as her teary gaze met yours. even though she was falling apart at your touch, you could see the glimmer of defiance. you took it upon yourself to take a nipple into your mouth, gently biting down. “..y/n!”

fuck. if she sounded like this now, what would we sound like with your fingers in her? crying underneath you, begging to cum? and her taste? the thought nearly made your eyes roll back.

she was getting the hang of it now, creating a rhythm of her own as she circled her hips, breathing heaving and still moaning aloud. the flush of her cheeks made you want to tease her even more. except she was so loud now, body trembling as her hands gripped your shoulders. your hands moved to grip her ass, keeping her rhythm steady. pleasure was seeping into you from her, your stomach tightening with pleasure.

she squeezed her eyes shut and took quick breaths, whispering your name until she was nearly screaming. “y/n.. y/n, y/n!!”

you helped her ride through her orgasm, bucking your hips into hers as she cried out. “sakura.. fuck!” a moan of your own left your lungs, choking out at the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm. sure you’d thought about her and came from your fantasies, but the reality was so much more satisfying.

when the electricity slowed in your veins, you found sakura shivering atop you, wincing as she pulled away. “i thought id never be sore again after training for so long..”

a laugh bubbled in your throat, and you leaned across to place a kiss on her forehead. however, you hadn’t been satiated, still reeling at the sight of her body bare before yours.

“will you let me have you again?” she flushed in the face, holding her arms over her chest as she shyly looked away. “already? i don’t think i can move my hips like that right now..” you smiled, tucking her wet hair behind her ear. “i’ll do all the work. just lay back and let me make you feel good okay?” nodding, she let you help her to her feet, legs shaking.

the two of you made it to your bedroom after wrapping yourselves in towels, sakura too worried about getting the bed wet. you’d make sure she would anyways.

her head fell back into the pillows, nervously gripping the sheets as you pressed a kiss to her lips, trailing down her body until you reached her clit. the water hadn’t washed away all of her wetness, allowing you to slip a finger into her with ease. for a moment it was a weird sensation, a foreign one, but you’d began to move it in and out of her, carefully curling your fingers and she found herself indulging in the pleasure you offered once more.

the second was a bit more painful, but she trusted you. as she was adjusting, you let your spit fall into her clit. with a slow swipe of your tongue, you were tasting her.

this time you couldn’t hold yourself back, moaning as you sucked onto her, letting your tongue drag along the underside of her clit. she was jerking in seconds, moaning aloud and digging her fingers into your hair. her hips bucked, and she was beginning to feel dizzy.

your fingers moved so expertly inside of her, reaching all of the places to make her head spin, spots she didn’t know existed. your tongue was warm against her pussy, wet and messy. dirty in a way that was just too good. she was still sensitive from her first orgasm, biting back the urge to sob in pleasure.

her body heaved with each effort she made to hold back, body tensing with each wave of pleasure. you couldn’t have that.

“you taste so good.. i could stay here all day.” she hiccuped, eyes teary at your words. with a grin you continued.

“bet you’d let me stay, let me touch you all day. you deserve it. look at you..” she liked it. god, she loved the way you spoke to her.

“go on, tell me how much you want it.”

you placed your mouth back onto her clit, fingers curling inside her at a spot that made her back arch and eyes roll back. “i want it! want you, so bad..” she felt it building again, stronger this time. you didn’t hold back anymore, fingers thrusting in and out of her, coated in her slick. you sucked on her clit, flicking your tongue, drawing circles, spelling out your name.

“say it again.. moan my name again. im gonna make you forget you ever wanted anyone else.” sasuke. she would forget she ever wanted him. he could never make her feel like you did.

she let out a cry of your name, toes curling as she threw her head back and her jaw dropped, letting you pull her through her second orgasm.

the feeling of her clenching around your fingers made you work harder, sucking long and hard to work her through the ecstasy. she was trembling all over when you finally pulled away. her body was glistening with sweat, tears dripping down her cheeks, lips pink and bitten. such a pretty sight.

“are you okay?” you rubbed her sides gently, watching her eyes flutter open to meet yours. she nodded, letting out a tired sigh.

“let me clean you up now, yeah?”

<3 <3 <3

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ayyyez · 1 year

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Headcannon asks (2 of ??):

Domestic vibes w/ Sakura, Shisui, and Neji. What kinds of homey activities would each of them do w/ a partner? Any sort of ways they like to unwind at the end of a day? Like cuddles in bed, making tea and relaxing, *cough* sexy stuffs *cough*. Either canon, modern au, or etc.

Love your works as always, I read them and am like 'wow my friend is so talented wow look at what she did'. K byyeee

a/n: ohhhh is that a Mr Shisui I see? Some good choices I see here. Of course I can do these for youuuuu <3

Tags: domestic vibes, fluff, kissing, suggestive content at end of each nothing to detailed

Characters: Sakura Haruno, Shisui Uchiha, Neji Hyuga

Sakura Haruno

Definitely someone who needs to be convinced to relax sometimes as she has a tendency to overwork herself but also bring her work home. She honestly just doesn't stop! You need to pull her into the zen environment for both your sakes.

That being said she definitely is someone who finds comfort in the simple things with you. A nice cup of tea and a cuddle after a long day are exactly what she needs to unwind. Also can she bitch about people please? She needs to have a good vent. The two of you can vent if you need too as long as you listen to her she'll listen to you 100% you're a team.

It's a bonus if tea has some sort of treats with it. It's partner downtime AND treat time. And if you made them? Her heart MELTS. Even if you just bought them she thinks 'My partner did this for me?' Absolutely touched.

So that was the part you indulged her and she has recharged no it's reversal time. Wants to pay you back and help you unwind. She wants to cook you dinner (doesn't mind cooking it together) but loves to spoil you. Likes company when cooking. The talking continues, helps her to unwind honestly.

Is a taster through the process of cooking and loves to ask for you opinion too. 'Hmm I'm not sure, do you think this needs to be more spicy?' Holds the spoon out to you. Still gets warm over the idea of being domestic like this. Cheeks blushy as you taste her cooking. Appreciates your opinion no matter what it is.

Asking for seconds is the way into her heart honestly. The fact you like her food is just ahhhh. Tell her things you like about her food? Will jump you right there and then. Smooches and hugs. All over you. 'I appreciate you so much.' Just being seen makes her feel loved.

Big on bathing with you to unwind. Loves the intimacy of it and just holding and being held by the one she loves. Washing each other and carting her hands through her lovers hair is the dream. Ultimate relaxation until it's not and leads to other things.

Sometimes the path to unwinding with Sakura leads to the ultimated unwind in the bedroom. Towels forgotten on the floor, robes open, hands exploring and kissing so hard that you feel so hot. Maybe the bath should have waited until later.

Shisui Uchiha

Mr active, can't sit still for too long, go go go needs to be coaxed and sometimes bribed into relaxing, honestly. He's just so used always doing something that his mind is like always racing and going so he's following it for the ride. It takes you for a fun ride too.

That being said he does have his exhausted days and mornings where he likes to just cuddle. Cuddley mornings with Shisui aren't all docile and sweet though. Sometimes they're pinches and tickles and giggles.

It's biting your shoulder affectionately and nibbling your ear to get a chuckle out of you and watch you flail about while he holds you tight. It's laughing until your stomach hurts, the blanket long forgotten and kicked to the end of the bed while the sheet twists around each of your limbs.

It's rolling around the bed until one of you (or both if you cling to each other tight enough) falls out of bed. That's when it's time to call it quits. 'Mmm maybe time to get out of bed.' 'I think we just did.' 'Touché.' He kisses (then nips) your nose.

Unwinding in the evening for Shisui I can see being something like watching you prepare dinner. Watching the repetative motions of chopping and mixing just really helps him relax and unwind. But he can't watch for long he has to join in and help.

Not just help out but make it fun too and be an absolute nusance in the process. Flicking the bits of cooked rice that stick to his hands at you when he is put in charge of moulding the rice balls. Attempts to smear the rice vinegar goo on your cheek but you flinch in time with a gasp just as the tip hits your skin.

'Oh this is war!' You declare and he's gone, running around the kitchen in a circle giggling like a child as you chase him with the mayo based sauce. He relents of course and grabs you by the waist. It stops you but not enough as you smear a good goop over his face.

Instead of wiping it off he just smooshes his face against yours and shakes his head gently. The two of you scrunch your noses and laugh. It's a mess but it's fun. And you can taste the sauce on his lips when he kiss you. It's good.

Dinner is almost forgotten as the two of you kiss and kiss. Making out on the kitchen floor. You push him back onto the conveniently placed rug a few feet away and latch yourself onto his neck. He moans, hands coming to pull your waist down against him. Onto him. Mmm this is good.

He laps the remainder of the sauce from your face, his hands exploring up your shirt, fingers splayed over the skin of your back. You push his own shirt up. Kissing down his chest. Down, down further until mm and there's a delicious moan pulled from him as his hands find your hair.

That's when the pot boils over and your remember dinner. Shit. Gotta get up and turn the stove off before you finish.

Neji Hyuga

Mans has spent his whole life chasing that zen but there's always something in the way. There's always something giving him the BIG STRESS lmao. He needs to unwind and you really gotta be the one to help him out before he snaps.

Big on the tea and definitely has his own routine of coming home and drinking a cup just to detox the day. Likes to just have a bit of quiet at first. Has gotten into the habit of making one for you if you're home too, a sweet invitation for you to join him in his bubble. He wants you in his world.

After that he doesn't mind talking. Wants to know about your day, doesn't mind sharing his. Little bits of small talk that lead to the deep intimate talk. Just existing together in a way he never thought he would with another person is intimate for him and it makes him feel so sappy.

Kind of leads him to the physical side of things. Wants the touches and the cuddles. Kind of just falls against you in his PleaseHoldMeSoIKnowThisIsReal Neji way. And you do. It's cuddle time. Sometimes that's all it is. Just cuddles and gentle affirmations.

Other times it's a little more. It leads to kissing. Soft at first. Just gentle reminders that the two of you love each other and aren't going anywhere. But when they deepen. There's a fierceness in them a spark ignites and suddenly he's back against the couch and you're on top of him.

It's almost like your down right ready to devour him. You're kissing his jaw, his neck and he is moaning your name. His hands are in your hair. You both want more. Need more. Crave more.

It leads to more sometimes. Other times it's just a quick burst of passion and nothing more.

Afterwards the two of you continue the night together. A little closer than before. Cooking dinner with extra touches than necessary. Stealing extra kisses between prep steps. Grazing touches as you pass the utensils at the table.

There's no way you can shower alone after that. Everything in an evening like this remains close and together. Right up until the moment the two of you fall asleep in bed, limbs wrapped around each other. Completely content and taken by each others presence.

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forthereaderinserts · 1 year

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y/n: i am absolutely going to destroy this ice cream. sakura: aren't you lactose intolerant? y/n, already shoveling it into their mouth: when has that ever stopped me

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milessluvr · 11 months

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pt 2 on the childhood lovers headcannons

-Teenager sakura haruno.

ever since sasuke left she have been clinging on too you, she was scared of losing you like she did sasuke she wants to protect you,love you, be with you forever. You’ll do that.. right?

you both got on the same team she convinced her sensei to change teams to get closer too you

please even kakashi started shipping you too that’s how you know your made for each other

you two love birds adore each other so much it made Naruto jealous man😭.

you both make each other’s bento sakura puts little hearts in it you put blossoms shaped in hers

pool party yes it’s summer people enjoy

matching bathing suits yes, (it’s her favorite also btw)

she’ll take you to random dates once she took you to a sky diving date it was amazing omg

please if anyone takes bad about you she’s knocking them out

she dreams about marrying you having kids with a small/big house of your choice with a animal (cat or dog or whatever)

omg she’s easy to shop with also she’s mostly stuck in the clothes section 😭.

she plans to marry you one day hopefully.

I made this while watching Kubz scouts bro😞

#sakura haruno x reader #sakura x reader #hinnaax #naruto headcanons #naruto oneshots #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto shippuden x reader #sakura haruno #sasusaku

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mistirimoose · 1 year

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✧༺❀Sakura Haruno HCS❀ ༻∞

(being her crush)

❀ (Genin Sakura) Makes lunchboxes for team 7 and tries to make yours extra delicious and pretty.

❀ (Genin Sakura) Whenever she accomplishes something new like healing a fish, she would come to you and tell you all about it excitingly.

❀ Whenever she has to, she would try her hardest to protect you no matter how hurt she'll get.

❀ Would use you as an inspiration to get stronger.

❀ Whenever it's your birthday, she would give you small but meaningful gifts.

❀ Would blush and get flustered whenever you compliment her. She can't help but smile whenever you do, its always a motivation for her.

❀ Whenever you get sick for too long she would visit you to make sure your okay and when you recover she'd get really happy to see you healthy again.

❀ Whatever favors you ask, she does.

❀ Would get really concerned whenever you end up in the hospital after getting badly injured from a mission, especially if you just got back from a long mission. She'd ask about you, where you are, and after hearing the news she'd immediately check up on you there.

❀ Would be so happy whenever you two have some alone time together or missions together.

❀ Would never judge you no matter what you do.

❀ She would get a little shy whenever she asks to hang out with you, but she still initiates them a lot. She'd get so happy whenever you agree and makes sure it goes well all the time.

❀ She's afraid of hurting you whenever you guys train or spar together so she always holds back. But when you genuinely encourage her and reassure her that it's okay, she'd stop holding back and go all out on you.

❀ If you point out a flaw of hers in a harsh way, she'd get sad and thinks about it from time to time but would still always try to fix it and become better.

(!sorry for any grammar/writing mistakes, English isn't my first language!)

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randoimago · 1 year

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Sakura, Hinata, Ino and Kurenai with an Aloof s/o who's unexpectedly affectionate and upfront and blunt with compliments. Like they'll just tell them how pretty their eyes are all while speaking in a monotone voice

Having an Aloof S/O

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Hinata Hyuga, Ino Yamanaka, Kurenai Yuhi, Sakura Haruno

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You got it

Hinata

Honestly prefers her S/O being aloof as she cannot handle 24/7 compliments. She can hardly handle you suddenly giving her a compliment and not being ashamed or apologetic about it.

Does wish you were a bit more open with her. Just more friendly instead of being so distant.

She’s used to a lot of her family being distant from her and would like someone she could talk to, but she supposes this is something she’s used to.

Ino

A bit pouty with how aloof you are. Sure she enjoyed it when it was Sasuke because it felt like something she could never have.

But you and her are already dating. Why are you still so distant and cold towards her??

Yeah you can make up for it with your comments and being serious with how much you love her. But she wishes you’d be a bit more nice to her.

Kurenai

Doesn’t mind you being aloof too much. It is how you should be as a ninja, don’t let your emotions show or an enemy would use it against you.

She appreciates when you tell her your feelings towards her. It’s nice that you aren’t bashful with telling her either.

She tries to be just as matter-of-fact with her own feelings towards you, but she can’t help but feel a bit flustered.

Sakura

Also a bit pouty because you are so closed off from her. She understands needing to keep your feelings in check when on the battlefield, but when it’s just the two of you, she wishes you were more clingy.

Depending on her mood, she might just roll her eyes if you compliment her like that. You could at least sound more enthusiastic instead of monotone. Even Sai does a better job and he’s lying most of the time.

But she knows that’s just a quirk of yours and so she does her best to be upfront about her own feelings towards you.

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deadghosy · 1 year

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MEETING SAKURA

AGE:8

Kushina!reader

[italics=thoughts]

You never understood "SASUKE" fans.....he wasn't even that good looking to you. Just emo-

You were sitting on the ground of the playground making a sand castle when pink hair came into your vision.

"Eh? The heck are you doing infront of me?"

"I saw you alone and I thought your [h/c] [h/l] is pretty cute."

As the pink haired girl said swaying back and forth with blush on her cheeks.

"Heheh now their bound to like me." Sakura thought while inner Sakura was cheering outer Sakura.

You blushed at the compliment and turn your face around, covering your flustered face. Sakura saw your flustered face and couldn't take it no more.

"KYAAAA YOU ARE SO ADORABLEEEE!!"

She exclaimed as she pounced on you and started rubbing her side of her cheek to yours while hearts were flying out of her head.

"HEY HEY, CALM DOWN BLOSSOM!-"

That made it even worse as Sakura blushes at the 'nickname' and calmed down. But she didn't get off of you.

You hated being small as Sakura was basically hugging you like a baby.

"Hey um....crazy chick, you're still kinda hurting me, ya know?"

"Huh......" Sakura then realized how actually close she was with you as your [e/c] was so charming to look into. She immediately got off of you and started blushing

'CHAAAAA I CANT BELIEVE I DID THAT. WHAT IF [Y/N]-KUN STARTS TO HATE ME CAUSE ME BEING CLINGY. OH GOD PLEASE NO. I REALLY WANT TO BE THEIR FRIEND-' Sakura thoughts were interrupted by you coughing into your hand.

"Hey...um blossom." You started as you turned your head away from her. "Huh, yes [Y/n]-kun?"

"Do you....do you want to be my-"

"YES I'LL BE YOUR WIFE-"

"EH NO I WAS GOING TO SAY FRIEND! IM TO YOUNG FOR LOVE YA KNOW?!"

"Oh...WELL THATS FINE. I CAN WAIT UNTIL WE CAN GET OLDER!" Sakura said while beaming happily.

"Man, you sure are crazy blossom." You said sweatdropping while scratching the back of your head. You had gotten up from the sand pit after Sakura got off of you.

Sakura hugged you and placed her head on your shoulder. "You're my first friend [Y/n]-kun....i'll always stay by your side." The last part inside of her head as you looked up at her.

Softly, smiling at her and patting her head. "Ay, I have to go home now blossom. I'll see ya Tomorrow, ya hear!"as you ran away waving bye to Sakura.

Sakura looks loving , gazing at your distance figure going away. "Heheh their so cute!" She said while walking away also from the playground 'BEAT THAT INO-PIG!' inner Sakura yelled while Sakura herself had hearts coming out of her head.

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wing-ed-thing · 8 months

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Girl's Night (Konoha 12 Girls x Reader x Shizune x Tsunade)

Synopsis: After a long week for everyone, Ino decides it's time for a girl's night.

Word Count: 3k

Tags/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Ino Blackmails Shikamaru, Dinner and Mocktails, Girls Supporting Gals, Men Being Invasive, Discussion of Nicotine Addiction

Notes: DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO TRACK DOWN ALL THESE SOLO PANELS???

Tsunade was still screaming by the time the door closed. Ino, still reeling from her latest interaction with the Fifth Hokage, was still frozen outside. You saw her on your way in, unaware of the horrible interaction she was still processing. And when she noted the rather pleasant look in your eye on your way to the office, she tried to warn you, but no warning could prepare you for the absolute hurricane on the other side of the office doors.

You slumped down next to her, your important documents plopping to the floor next to you. Ino still had hers in her lap, scrunched between her lap and chest as she seemed to curl in on herself. And as your head began to droop, Ino offered you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

“It’s not you if that makes you feel any better,” she said, “Lady Tsunade has been chewing out everyone who’s visited her today. The guy sulking before me just left when you came.”

The long groan you let out signaled that, no, it did not make you feel any better. You ran two hands over your hairline, pushing your hitai-ate back along with the sea of strands behind it. You took your loose forehead protector in your hands.

“I need a break,” you lamented, letting your head drop again, “I don’t know how much more I have in me. When the day’s over, I’m going straight home to sleep away the entire weekend…” You groaned into your knees, slowly curling into a tighter and tighter ball.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Ino scrambled from beside you to stand and take you by the hands. “You’re not leaving me.” She heaved you up with a tight grip on your wrists, putting her back into heaving up your dead weight. Ino was surprisingly strong, something you often forgot until you were manhandled by the scrawniest muscles you’ve ever seen. You stumbled to your feet, and before you could slump back down, Ino had picked up your work.

“But Ino—” She slapped the stack of paperwork against your chest despite disgruntled protest. “Ow…”

“No!” she huffed, tugging you down the hall and the stairwell of the Hokage building. Ino marched along as if she were on a warpath. A few Jōnin leaped out of your way. “It is a Friday night, and I’ve decided that we’re going to have fun!” Ino gripped the files in her hands as a burning fury blazed in her eye.

“We?”

Ino whipped you around when you finally reached the exit, already spewing about all the potential activities you could do for the night. She tucked the reports under her arm to take you excitedly by the hands.

“I’ll talk to Sakura at the hospital, and you find Hinata and Tenten. We’ll meet at my place at seven, no, six!” You flailed your hands for her to let go, which she did without a moment of hesitation in explaining her plan. “I expect everyone to be dressed to the nines, so don’t embarrass me! I have a whole plan!”

You retied your hitai-ate, feeling more secure in organizing your stray hairs.

And just like that, Ino was gone.

***

Hinata was easy to find, with Tenten being a little less so. However, Tenten hadn’t needed any convincing.

“A girl’s night?” she practically cried, just about tackling you to the ground in joy. “Yes, yes, of course, yes!” When you regained a moment to breathe, she glanced around at her two teammates, who had both stopped training when you arrived. “Please tell me it’s soon.”

“Ino’s place at six,” you relayed, “And she’s expecting everyone to be kinda dressed up.” Tenten squealed something about pants that was too high a decibel to hear. Lee raised his hand somewhere in the background.

“Can Neji and I come?” he asked, much to Neji’s complaint. You didn’t even have the opportunity to respond.

“It’s girl’s night, you idiot!”

Tenten threw something from her arsenal that had Lee diving to the ground.

You supposed she really needed a break from her team after all…

Hinata, on the other hand, required much more convincing.

“I, uh— I just don’t know. I wouldn’t know what to wear.” She played with the gravel under her boot. Hinata refused to look at you, clearly stressed about Ino’s orders for attire as you lounged on the Hyūga engawa, unbothered.

“If you’re worried, you could just wear what you usually wear,” you offered. While not what Ino intended, you assumed Hinata’s usual jacket would be better than her riling herself up and fainting over picking a new outfit.

“No!” she asserted, her sudden volume— well, volume for Hinata— surprising you enough to prop yourself up on your elbows. She cast her eyes back toward the ground. “I just, um— I don’t know…”

“I can help you pick out an outfit if you want.”

“Oh… I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

And so went the cycle until you finally strongarmed Hinata into finally letting you inside.

***

You arrived at Ino’s first. Inoichi appeared surprised, although not too shocked to see you on his doorstep. He greeted you warmly, stepping to the side to let you in.

“Another girl’s night?”

“Dad,” you heard Ino whine as you stepped into the entryway. She appeared down the hallway, hands in the middle of adjusting her hair as a bobby pin sat clenched between her teeth as she glared at him. “Go away!”

Inoichi laughed almost sheepishly, having been through all of this many times before. You took off your shoes.

“Girl’s night, I know, but at least let me make you some tea before you all head out.” You offered Inoichi a grateful smile as he retreated into the kitchen just as Ino made her way down the hall.

“Oh my god, is that new?” She gestured to your top. You were about to ask her the same thing. Her slim, violet blouse draped asymmetrically down one arm, and you could have sworn it would have been all she talked about if it were new. Ino walked a circle around you before pushing you fully into the apartment. “Please tell me you’ll let me borrow it next time?”

“Only if you tell me where you got yours from. Sheek seventies goddess!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, you’re too kind.”

You sat down across from her at a small table. You remembered when the Yamanaka’s switched it out for a larger one, but the small table had remained close to the entryway. Ino immediately settled her cheek in her hand, kicking her feet lightly as she sat.

“It was actually Tenten’s if you’d believe it! She said she didn’t like the color, and I was like are you crazy?” Ino narrated. “But then again, I know she’s more of a warm-color babe, but I’m still trying to get her to get personally color-tested.”

You heard Inoichi shuffle around one of the corners, and Ino sprung up to meet him, shooing him off again before returning with your tea. The amber liquid sat in handmade ceramic mugs painted with natural colors. A little sugar bowl sat on the side, a smiley face drawn in the grains with the teaspoon.

***

The rest of your friends arrived fairly punctually, with Tenten arriving fifteen minutes before your scheduled time. (You supposed she really, really needed a break from her team.) Sakura and Hinata didn’t come a second late. After a round of fawning over outfits and eyeliner, you were off into the night to follow Ino’s detailed itinerary.

“Alright, everyone, I want pictures!”

“Ino, where did you even get that?”

Ino set a tiny camera on a nearby planter, propping it up by the shrub that sat inside. She quickly backed up to the four of you, nearly toppling Sakura to the ground. She grabbed Hinata by the arm, ready to pose.

“It’s on a timer, you guys, quick!” Ino exclaimed through gritted teeth, and with only a few seconds to spare, you all posed together for your first documented girl’s night. She even got a few more in by the time you decided it was time to head into the lounge.

The Silver Shurriken was the new lounge that opened up in the village’s downtown, and ever since its opening, Ino hadn’t been able to stop talking about it. You’ve all likely heard the menu several times— they specialized in Mizu no Kuni-style tapas— in addition to the wide selection of specialty mocktails. And for someone who was adamant about saying there was never anything to do in Konoha, Ino was over the moon.

Ino just about ordered everything, and as half of the table stared over at her with wide eyes, she flashed a fat wad of cash from her wallet.

“Don’t worry about it, girlies; dinner’s on Shikamaru tonight,” she announced with a wink.

“What the fuck, Ino! Where’d you get all that?” Sakura nearly spat out her water, leaning over to thumb through the stack in her hand. Ino fanned her smug expression with the stack before tucking it back inside her purse.

“Shikamaru’s mom doesn’t know about his new smoking habit.”

Tenten couldn’t help the single, boisterous laugh that jumped from her throat. She slammed a hand on the table.

“So you’re blackmailing him?”

Ino ran her fingers through her bangs, casting her almost guilty gaze off somewhere toward the ceiling. But as your food came to the table, the group grew distracted. Each of you eyed the small plates— one of everything came— and thanked your server in a chorus. Ino trailed off, forgetting what she was saying.

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail so much as…”

“As what?” Tenten snarked with another laugh, reaching to pull a seasoned pepper from one of the plates.

Ino frowned, a pout anchoring her lips downward as she slapped Tenten’s hand away with attitude and a roll of her eyes.

“Oh, you’re really questioning my methods when dinner and drinks are being paid for?”

She had a point.

With a motion of your brow, you held up your fruity mixed drink, a cracker with cheese halfway up to your lips.

“To Shikamaru’s nicotine addiction!”

You exchanged pointed eye contact with the other girls at the table before you all took a collective shrug. The other girls raised their glasses.

“To Shikamaru’s nicotine addiction!”

***

You barely made a crack at a quarter of what you ordered before you were interrupted.

“Sakura? Sakura Haruno?” A group of shinobi who were walking by stopped at your high top as they passed through, one tapping Sakura on the shoulder and nearly causing her to jump. You almost slapped his hand off of her, but she grabbed your wrist underneath the table.

“Eh, yes?” she smiled. You exchanged a glance with Ino, who took a dip from her drink, eyes flickering up and back toward her glass. Sakura’s hand left yours to intercept the shinobi’s, redirecting him expertly.

“I thought I recognized you!” He nearly burst into tears. “This angel right here saved my life!” He turned to proclaim to the rest of his friends, who you guessed were just about as drunk as he was. Only when the shinobi began to remove his shirt did your mutual glances turn into gapes of horror. By this time, the man actually was crying. “Got stabbed through the chest! I didn’t think I’d see the light of day again!”

Sure enough, there was a scar about three inches in length on the right side of his chest.

“Oh, well, thank you,” Sakura laughed cordially, though wearily. “I’m glad it’s healed well. Have a good night, boys.” A vein twitched on her forehead, clearly unenthused at having her work brought into her time off. As vexed as she was, she wasn’t about to get all of you kicked out of the Silver Shurriken.

“Tenten! Hey! We didn’t know you’d be here!” A voice that was unmistakably Lee carried loudly from the front entrance. Tenten immediately tensed. Facing away from the door, her eyes darted to you and Hinata as if to silently ask if what she feared was truly behind her. “Tenten!”

You soon realized that Lee wasn’t alone.

“Oh, hey, guys!” Naruto chimed, hands clasped together behind his head. Still engaged with the band of shinobi she had apparently saved the lives of, Sakura did a double take. “Fancy seeing you all here!”

“Lee told us you all were doing a girl’s night, so we decided to do a guy’s night!” Kiba barked. “It was meant to be!” As the guys settled into the table next to yours, Hinata flagged down your waiter to discreetly ask for a to-go box and the check.

“Hinata? Hinata, is that you?” Neji pushed through the group of guys with a stern scowl. “What are you doing here? Is this why you skipped this evening’s training?"

You didn’t know how it happened, but your entire girl’s night had devolved into chaos. Between the guys constantly trying to engage you from the table over to the line of people asking Sakura for medical advice, Tenten ripping Lee to shreds, and the fact that Hinata had apparently snuck out, your night had gone awry. Ino smacked someone who tried to touch her hair.

“Hey,” Hinata whispered. It was a miracle that you heard her. You turned, and to your surprise, your food was already packaged in boxes in her hands. A few reusable bottles clinked in the tote she slung over her shoulder, having poured your drinks in them under the table. You could only wonder where she learned that one. “Let’s go.” She gestured with her head.

With a series of rapid taps on the leg and pointed eye contact, you collected the girls quickly, each of you rising from your table with bags and jackets already in hand. Ino paid the check in full with a generous tip, ignoring protests from Shikamaru in the background. You hardly said goodbye, each of you scurrying out of the lounge as quickly as possible, pissed.

You regrouped outside. Ino nearly kicked over a potted plant.

“Can we just take a second to talk about—”

“That was unbelievable!” Tenten, who was likely the most flustered, exclaimed. “Like, what the actual fuck?” She buried her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, guys. I should have known something like this was going to happen. It’s my fault.”

You were all on her in an instant.

“Hey! Stop that!”

“No, it wasn’t your fault; it was just an unlucky night.”

“You didn’t do anything, Tenten!”

Ino sighed, starting back down the road with a defeated gait.

“So… back to my place?” she sighed, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of you. You began to follow, but Sakura stayed, looking off toward the Hokage building. A single night continued to illuminate one of the upstairs offices.

“Is Lady Tsunade still working?” she mused with knitted brows. “That can’t be right.”

“She was when I dropped off my mission report before I went to Ino’s,” Hinata chimed, coming up next to Sakura with your packaged food still in hand. Sakura turned to the rest of you with a sympathetic expression. Ino puffed up immediately.

“Oh, no! No! I know what you’re about to say, and no!” She pointed a finger rudely, having her hands in the air as if to physically ward off Sakura’s unspoken idea. “Tsunade is the whole reason why we’re having a girl’s night out in the first place! To forget about work!”

“I know she’s been crabby as of late, but if she’s been staying late handling all the village paperwork, that’s probably why.” Sakura’s lip turned downward into a pout. “It would be a nice thing to do. We have plenty of food.”

“I think a night in would be a great idea. Things around here have been pretty hectic.” Hinata nodded, holding up the stack of boxes. “We certainly have enough.”

“Shizune is probably still in there,” you said, causing Tenten to noticeably wince.

“Yikes.”

Much to Ino’s deflation, it appeared a consensus was made.

***

Tsunade looked exhausted. A cup of coffee sat in front of her, and while she appeared awake enough to get her paperwork done, you could see the fatigue in her eyes. Shizune was just about dozing off at a table pushed to the side of the room. Tonton was asleep at her feet.

“Huh?” Tsunade sounded at the opening of her office doors. She stood alert, her reading glasses at the tip of her nose. “What happened? Why are you all here so late?” She came around her desk, studying you with intent concern.

“We saw you were still working,” Sakura started, gesturing to the leftovers you brought from the Silver Shurriken. “And we were doing a bit of a girl’s night.” You watched as Tsunade’s expression appeared to soften.

“And we brought food!” You smiled, ushering the rest of you farther into the office. Shizune sat up from her desk in acute surprise, delayed in registering everything. Tsunade’s neutral expression slowly morphed from acute concern to pleasantly surprised.

“It’s from the new lounge that opened up downtown,” Ino added.

“Oh,” she said, a spurring noise in the back of her throat as she fought for words to say, “Thank you. Here, let me put down a blanket. We can sit.” Tsunade scurried off to a corner of the office with a certain amount of giddiness.

You helped her set out the green blanket before you sat down together. Hinata opened all the containers as Shizune ransacked the cabinets for a few paper plates. You all ate together, your girl’s night not ruined after all.

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Notes (tw knife violence): the last time i went out with my friends, i almost got into a fight and stabbed someone... twice.

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*Clasps hands together aggressively* ALRIGHT, Y’ALL. Time to share one of my favorite (currently) 2-parter family fic EVER CREATED. It’s called Let the Roots Take Hold by buddhaghost, and y’all do NOT know how many times I’ve read both stories. It’s basically just Narufoster home AU, and it’s very Sai-centric, and I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. So, I decided to write fanfiction… for a fanfiction. Please read buddhaghost’s original, it’s SO GOOD.

Anyway’s summary time. Naruto has a nightmare, ruh-roh.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: Foster home AU, nightmares, implied child abuse/neglect, kind of Sai-centric, reader has self-doubts, reader can’t comfort anyone for shit, all platonic.

Iruka’s house was plagued with nightmares.

Before anyone gets it twisted, it’s not Iruka’s fault; the very thought was so ridiculous, it would cause you to burst out laughing (Iruka’s the last guy on earth to do anything nightmare-worthy). It’s just that… well… the 5 of you came from broken homes with varying types of scars and experiences. And while Iruka helped — and is still helping — with the fallout, those scars and experiences unfortunately linger around… pushed to the back of your minds until the darkest hours of night, when your conscious can’t filter out the bad thoughts from the good.

So, nightmares were common. Not necessarily nightly, but common enough where one of you five will wake up from one at least once a week. Iruka’s become acutely aware of this informal nightmare schedule… because of course he has a magical sixth sense like that, where he just so happens to check your rooms merely seconds after waking up in a cold sweat… and he’s made each of you promise to wake him should any of you have even the slightest of rough dreams.

But tonight, the informal nightmare schedule had Naruto down for a horrendous one, so his screams were enough to have everyone up.

It was admittedly kind of a blur to you; one moment, you’re being startled awake by the most shrillest cry, and then the next, you’ve somehow teleported to Naruto’s beside helping Sasuke calm him down. Sakura’s suddenly there, then Iruka, and the four of you manage to calm Naruto down from a full-blown panic attack. After his wild gasps for air turned into stable (though shaky) breaths, all of you quickly fell into your routines. Iruka gathered Naruto into a secure hug as the blonde began to sob. Sakura had one hand rubbing up and down Naruto’s shoulder soothingly while the other reached for his beloved stuffed toad Kichi. Sasuke took a seat near the foot of the bed as he gently patted Naruto’s knee.

And you…

You just stood there.

This was your role whenever Naruto had a nightmare; present, but not in the way. While you knew how to calm him down, it was Iruka, Sasuke, and Sakura who knew how to comfort him. So, you always let them do their thing as you stood dutifully at the bedside… your hands at your sides… fingers fiddling with the fabric of your nightwear… watching as Naruto’s sobs turned into quieter sniffles.

This was… a rough one. While it could’ve been worse — a lot worse — seeing one of your foster siblings in distress always put a stone in your chest. Not only because it was your family suffering, but because you know exactly what the post-nightmare panic feels like. And more often than not, all you can do is helplessly stare as Iruka provided the comfort to your siblings that you also so desperately wanted to provide for them. You wanted to be caring like Sakura, who has Kichi perfectly balanced in her lap and ready to hand off to Naruto when he felt better, or a protector like Sasuke, who can chase away nightmares with just one solid, grounding hand.

But… you weren’t like Sakura… and you weren’t like Sasuke. Their roles were carved from their own experiences… for better or for worse.

“… Iru…ka?”

Naruto’s muted voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was crackly and hoarse, which is pretty on par for a post-nightmare-panic-crying session (doesn’t mean it broke your heart any less to hear, however). Scanning over your pseudo brother’s condition, you took note of his shaky hands and wobbly bottom lip. His tears may have stopped, but the urge to cry was still prevalent in his glossy and red-rimmed eyes.

Iruka adjusted his hold on Naruto so that he had a clear view of the blonde’s face. “I’m here, Naruto,” your foster father whispered. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, dark eyes shimmering with nothing but kindness and encouragement. You could feel the tension leaving your own body from the sight of it (Iruka had the ability to give out secondhand comfort. Because of course he did).

“… here,” Naruto echoed, almost unsure of his own words. He slowly directed his gaze to Sakura, then at Sasuke. “You’re here…”

“We’re here, Naruto,” confirmed Sakura. You could tell she was trying her best to put on a brave expression, though the reassuring smile didn’t reach her worried eyes. Sasuke seemed to pick up on this, and diverted Naruto’s attention by asking, “how are you feeling?”

The blonde didn’t answer for a while. As a blanket of silence settled within the room, a coil of apprehension formed in your stomach. His eyes were void of any readable emotion, a thin line present on his lips. From your peripheral vision, you could see Sakura clutching Kichi close to her body, and Sasuke grimacing from his own question.

Then, Naruto answered. “I’m thirsty.”

… You were pretty sure you even saw Iruka give a sigh of relief at that.

He wanted water. You could do that. If Sakura gives him care, and Sasuke gives him protection, then you can give him water. With the scare of him possibly disassociating out of the way, you let out an unsure um to test your voice. “I’ll go get you some. What color cup do you want?”

“Uh… one of the green ones, please.” His voice still held a bit of an edge to it, but you could tell he was slowly relaxing. You offered him a small grin and a thumbs up. “Sure thing.” You started making your way towards the door, but before you crossed the threshold, you turned back towards the bed and said; “I’ll be right back.”

Naruto slowly nodded, a shaky breath leaving his lips. You saw his shoulders — which seemed to hitch upwards when you had your back towards him — drop into a more eased position. Despite already having a general idea, that was more than enough confirmation to tell you what his nightmare was about; solitude. He hadn’t struggled like this in a while... of course, it helped immensely that you all accommodated for his separation anxiety, but he was doing really well at night. Then again, you knew better than to assume that a disorder can just go away like that.

This is just Naruto’s road to healing, you reminded yourself, rounding the corner towards the kitchen. We’re all on it just like him.

Next thing you knew, you were face to face with a shadowy figure.

… And you admittedly felt your soul leave your body for a few seconds.

Before your fight or flight instincts could kick in, the kitchen lights flicked on, effectively blinding you for a solid 3 seconds. It took a lot of rapid blinking to regain vision, and when you finally did, you were face to face with…

“Sai,” you gasped out, one of your hands clutching your heart as you try not to buckle towards the tiled floor. “Geez, man… you almost gave me a heart attack…!” A small pause. While your tone wasn’t admonishing, you weren’t sure how he would translate it. So, you decided to tack on a very light-hearted, “hi, there,” just to see if it balanced out somehow.

“Hi,” the ravenette responded. He seemed just as surprised as you were, with his eyes slightly wider than usual, and his eyebrows raised a fraction of a inch higher. These were minor details that you would’ve missed out on months ago, but now you were starting to get the hang of the smallest twitches in his facial muscles, pinpointing them to some sort of emotion. Surprised Sai was uncommon, but you can recall a handful of times when he’s used this expression (you’re glad you got surprised Sai over startled Sai, because startled Sai is… well… that’s a story for another day).

There was a beat of silence between the two of you. Just as you were studying over him, he seemed to be studying over you, and it wasn’t until about 10 seconds passed before your rather eccentric brother spoke up. “Sorry for scaring you. I was getting Naruto some water.”

It was then that you noticed he was holding a green cup in his hand. Oh… so, Sai was awake. Since he wasn’t with you guys in Naruto’s room, you kind of subconsciously assumed he was somehow still asleep... then again, it was kind of foolish to think that a former child soldier would sleep through screaming. You wanted to say something more profound — maybe praise him for how thoughtful he was being — but you had to curiously ask; “you were listening?”

At your question, Sai’s head tilted downwards, his dark eyes suddenly finding interest in the kitchen floor. You saw him subtly catch the inside of his mouth in between his teeth while his brows knit together the slightest bit. “Yes,” he answered. His voice was level, as though nothing was amiss, but the hesitation was enough to tell you otherwise. “He… said he was thirsty. So I got him some water.”

Discomfort. Sai was feeling discomfort. You could tell from the way his shoulders were stiff and hitched up, and how he held the green cup closer to his body; you’ve seen him so that with his sketchbook in public many times, whenever someone wanted to look through it. While you weren’t sure what he was exactly discomforted from, you wanted to help walk him through it.

Before he gave you a chance, however, the corners of his mouths pulled upwards into that uncanny smile, as though hooks and wires were puppeteering his face. “Did he say what color cup he wanted? I assumed it was green, but I can’t be too sure. If not, I can get another cup.”

“… He…” your voice died off. Watching Sai return to that fake smile as a shield was already a blow to your heart, but him guessing what color cup Naruto wanted? You had to steadily inhale through your nose to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “He said he wanted green. How did you know?”

“Naruto always swaddles himself in the green blanket whenever he’s sick,” the fair-skinned boy explained, eyes drifted towards the cup in his hands. “So I guessed based on that.”

Right… because Sai is the most observant out of all of you. Possible even more observant than Iruka. If anyone in your house were to pick up on a detail such as Naruto gravitating towards green for comfort, of course it would be him. You couldn’t help that warm smile spreading across your face at the thought of Sai taking note of something like that. “That’s… wow. It’s amazing how you remember those small things. I don’t know what to say.”

Seemingly not registering your words of praise, he kept his eyes on the cup. “Is… uh… Naruto okay?”

Uh.

Sai never says uh.

Yeah. Something was DEFINITELY wrong.

“He’s doing much better,” you began. “Still a little disoriented, but I’m sure he’ll be the same ol’ Naruto by morning.” You paused for about 4 seconds. Trying to connect the dots was… well, it was difficult. Sai was hard to read, despite learning how to express himself more and more these past months, but one thing seemed to be clear; it had something to do with Naruto. “He’s probably already back to complaining, too… what’s taking (Y/N) so long, huh?! I’m dying of thirst!! Or something like that.”

It was meant to be a joke. Not a good one, but just something to get a small, polite chuckle out of Sai. But your words seemed to have the opposite effect. Instead, you watched in horror as his bottom eyelids crinkled upwards, a single tear cascading down his pale cheek. His eyes held no pain or sadness, but just seeing a tear was enough to trigger your sibling comfort mode.

“Sai—?? What’s—”

He interrupted you. “That’s good.” A small pause, another tear streaming down his face. “I’m glad he’s okay.”

Before you knew it, tears were slipping down his face faster than you could process it. He didn’t sob, hiccup, or wail, only occasionally sniffling as he stared off into space. This… was new. You’ve helped reassure Sai before, distract him from some of his less than ideal feelings, and even stayed up late at night to give him company (… not to mention, keep an eye on him when it was… going rough), but him crying? God, where’s Iruka? Where’s Sakura? Hell, even Naruto and Sasuke were more well-versed in this field… do you call Kakashi? Tsunade? How would Sai perceive you leaving to grab your phone? Should you… huh him? No, he doesn’t like physical contact. You know this. What a useless thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Then it suddenly dawned upon you how dumb you must’ve looked;

You were just standing there.

Your hands at your sides.

Fingers fiddling with your nightwear.

Watching Sai sniffle.

This isn’t helping him, you urgently thought to yourself. Now’s not the time to freeze up. I… have to do something…!

But what can you do? He probably wasn’t too keen on the idea of a comforting hug, or a caring caress on his shoulder, or a protective hand grounding him. He didn’t like physical contact, so what would help him?

You’re not comforting, caring, or protective…

… but you are logical, right?

“Sai,” you gently started, “what are you feeling?”

He didn’t give you a response for the longest time. The absence of an answer made you increasingly aware just how quiet the house can be at night, though you swore you could distantly hear laughter coming from Naruto’s room. Maybe it was a dumb thing to ask… maybe you should’ve gotten Iruka, or called Kakashi or Tsunade, because you obviously can’t handle comforting someone on your—

“… Bad.”

It was a feint response; you almost didn’t hear him. But your ears managed to pick up on it, and you realized that you had some steam to work with. “Bad?”

“Yes.” He sniffled. “It feels bad. Here.”

You watched his point finger tap at his sternum. Trying not to furrow your brows, you tilted your head to the side and said, “in your chest?”

A nod. “It feels… bad.”

That’s… not a lot to go off of, but at least it’s something. The fact that Sai managed to label what he was feeling with a word in general made your heart fill with pride (you thought about telling Iruka, but you weren’t sure if Sai would be okay with that). “It feels bad,” you repeated. “Did it start feeling like that when you heard Naruto scream?”

The dark-haired boy seemed to think about this for a moment, then shook his head. “No.”

“Okay. Then…” you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of a question. “When it start feeling bad?”

“At the doorway,” said Sai.

At the doorway? You were about to ask what he meant by that, but then it hit you; “The doorway to Naruto’s room?”

Another nod. “I heard him crying. It started feeling bad then.”

You weren’t exactly sure how to translate that. With a description as vague as “bad,” there were be many things Sai could be feeling. But you were right about it being connected to Naruto, so there was only way you could possible think to help him. “Would you… like to see Naruto?”

His red-rimmed eyes snapped up to yours (eye contact again. Another point for you, yay). From the way they widened by a fraction of an inch — the return of surprised Sai — you could tell that the very notion of seeing Naruto didn’t even cross his mind. He swiped at his face, drying it of any lingering tears, and returned to his neutral expression.

“… See him,” he echoed. It was like the words were foreign to his tongue, and something about that didn’t sit right with you. Did he think he wasn’t allowed to? Apprehension suddenly clogged your throat, your thoughts racing as you tried to recall anything you could’ve said or done to make him feel that way. Before you got too lost in your head, however, Sai brought you back to reality. “Can I see him?”

“You never needed anyone’s permission,” you were quick to assure him. “I think he would love to see you. It would make him feel better.” You started walking down the hall, still keeping your gaze on your foster brother. “Come on, let’s go give him his water. I bet he’s absolutely dying right now and cursing my name.”

This time, your joke seemed to land. Your last glimpse of Sai before you turned to face forward was of him softly smiling, and you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

The trip to Naruto’s room was silent, and while it wasn’t a comfortable silence, it wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable silence, either. You found yourselves in front of Naruto’s doorway rather quickly, but before you walked in, you noticed out of the corner of your eye how Sai hesitated in his steps. It was as though there was an invisible barrier keeping him from entering… something keeping him out.

You were about to turn around to reassure him, but Naruto’s voice rang out before you could. “(Y/N)! You’re back!!”

Everyone was looking at you now. They were still relatively in the same positions when you left, except Iruka had a chair pulled up to Naruto’s bedside. Kichi was secured tightly under the blonde’s left arm while his right one flailed in the air as a very energetic wave.

“We thought you got lost,” Sakura joked, her voice a bit strained as she talked mid-stretch.

You watched as corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched, something he did in an attempt to not smile. “Did you forget the water?”

“Actually, Sai got the water,” you retorted. Finally looking behind you at the shadow in the doorway, you motioned for Sai to come in, but all he did was stare dumbly at you in return. It might’ve been because you put him on the spot… you usually never did that, as you hated making him uncomfortable, but this time, it was a necessary sacrifice. A sacrifice made out of love, if you will. He can be passive aggressive about it later, you didn’t really care.

“Sai?” Iruka’s tone held a hint of surprise in it, but not enough to overpower the ever-present warmth he spoke with. When his eyes landed on the boy in question, a kind smile broke out on his features. “Ah, that was very thoughtful of you, Sai.”

“And he got me a green cup,” cheered Naruto.

The praise Sai was receiving seemed to fall on deaf ears. He took a few unsure steps into the room, hesitated, then only continued further when he saw your reassuring smile. He had to reach over Sakura to hand Naruto the cup, but Sai’s steady hands kept it from spilling a drop. You watched intently as the blonde graciously accepted Sai’s offer, half of the water guzzled down within a millisecond.

“Geez, Naruto, slow down,” Sakura chided. “And what do you say to Sai?”

After lowering the cup, a satisfied ahhh left Naruto’s lips. “Thanks, Sai! I was dying of dehydration over here!”

Called it, you mentally scoffed.

Sai’s blank expression didn’t falter. He stood at Naruto’s bedside with such an uncomfortable stiffness, you couldn’t help but grimace a bit out of sympathy. This was new territory for him. From the way his lips pressed into a thin line as his fingers thrummed against the side of his leg, you definitely knew he was nervous. After taking a little time to scan over Naruto’s face, the dark-haired boy finally spoke up. “Are you…”

He trailed off completely. The thrumming fingers suddenly turned into full-on fidgety hands as he tried to find his own voice. Now that everyone’s attention was on him, his gaze was trained on Naruto’s colorful bead sheets, and you realized that it would be 10 times harder for him to get his words out.

So, you had to step in.

“Sai wants to know if you’re okay, Naruto.” Your eyes darted towards Iruka, who gave you an encouraging nod. “He was… worried.”

“Worried,” repeated Sai. He said it with such softness — such fondness — as he brought a hand up to his sternum. “Yes… I…” there was that crinkle in his eyelids again, and you were afraid he was going to start crying again. But instead, he looked back at Naruto with glossy eyes. “I was worried about you. Are you okay?”

Naruto seemingly didn’t know what to say. Unlike Sai, it didn’t take much to recognize whatever emotion was displayed on the blonde’s face, and from the wide eyes to unhinged jaw, you knew that he was surpised. This expression was soon replaced by pure joy, however, as a giant grin broke out on his face. “Ahhh, I’m fine!! No biggie!” He paused for a moment. “But… thanks for worrying about me. It means a lot, ya know?”

There was a fond smile on Sai’s face; one that fully reached his eyes. You could see the tension in his shoulders drop as his hands stilled their movement. On the bed, Sakura hitched her legs up to her chest as she potted the now vacant spot in front of her. “Join us,” she practically commanded. “Sasuke was just telling us about the time he totally wiped out on his skateboard trying to impress a girl.”

“I was not trying to impress her,” Sasuke quickly snapped back. “And I didn’t totally wipe out.”

“Yes you did!! Yes you did!!” Naruto gleefully jabbed his finger at the Uchiha. “I saw you!!”

Sasuke huffed. “You were too busy trying to catch frogs. You didn’t see anything!”

“Was not!!”

“Was too..!”

As the two began to bicker back and forth (with Sakura acting as the rogue devil’s advocate and Iruka just giving out a drawn-out sigh), Sai finally decided to take Sakura’s offer, sitting down on the bed as delicately as possible. He only contemptly observed the chaos that was unfolding, his head pivoting towards whoever was making the current retort. You couldn’t help but fondly chortle at the sight. This was your family; Iruka being the peacekeeper, Sasuke being rambunctious, Sakura being rambunctious-er, Naruto being rambunctious-est, Sai being just happy to be here...

And you…

“(Y/N)!”

You looked up to see Sai patting an empty spot next to him, much like how Sakura did earlier. It wasn’t exactly the biggest space, with 4 other people already on the bed, but it was just the right size for you to possibly squeeze in. Your heart filled with warmth at how Sai’s eyes sparkled with encouragement, so of course you had no choice but to walk over and plop yourself next to him.

Seeing you join everyone on the bed, Naruto let out a triumphant laugh. “Alright!! Nothin’ like a good ol’ nightmare to bring the fam together!!”

He thrusted his hands into the air from joy.

… Except he still had the cup of water in his hand.

So, the next thing you know, Naruto’s room forecast looked to be a 100% chance of showers as he managed to get everyone on the bed varying degrees of wet. Sakura let out a surprised yelp while Sasuke hunched over like a wet cat, and Sai… well, he somehow predicted this outcome and jumped off of the bed before a single drop could reach him, so he was spared. You, however, were not, as you tugged are your now wet nightwear, trying to process what just happened. Iruka was doing a bad job at covering his amusement with his hands as Sakura and Sasuke shouted in unison, “NARUTO!!!”

So, yeah. This was your family; Iruka being the peacekeeper, Sasuke being rambunctious, Sakura being rambunctious-er, Naruto being rambunctious-est, Sai being just happy to be here…

And you…

You were also just happy to be here.

#Naruto x reader #Iruka Umino x reader #Naruto Uzumaki x reader #Sakura Haruno x reader #Sasuke Uchiha x reader #Sai (Naruto) x reader

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Uchiha’s Love #1

(Sakura Haruno)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to DoMyzu]

Requested by: Myself

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Word Count: 4,554

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Non-romantic one-shot; more friendly one-shot vibes

Heavily Itachi themed so my bad

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The knock at the door startles me awake, my adrenaline rushing as I shoot up in bed. On instinct, my hand reaches across the bed in hopes of coming in contact with Itachi. It doesn't, but that's not much of a surprise. He comes and goes as he pleases. Well, as the Akatsuki pleases; more specifically, Pain.

Another knock at the door sounds through the house, echoes of it raking through my body. I have decided I hate Itachi today. Most days I hate him, but despite the burning grudge laid deep, when he's around I can't help but feel like a love-struck schoolgirl.

Before everything, before the massacre, before all the death and destruction, before the hatred Sasuke and I had formed, I couldn't feel anything except love and pride for the Uchiha Chief's oldest son. Our lives - my life was so great before all of it.

Once the third knock comes I move out of my bed. My feet are silent but my thoughts aren't. About ten different trains of thought are running through my head, all ending at the same conclusion; Itachi pissed someone off again.

My eyes drop against the door frame, in search of my katana. It's propped up against the frame as I expect. It's a beautiful sword, but unlike the blade, it's double-sided. An unchanging apology from Itachi; one of many. 'Sorry, I almost got you killed. Here's a pretty sword for when it happens again.'

I let my finger ghost over the colorful laced handle of it as I creek the door open. "Hello," I whisper out, scanning the darkness for whatever threat awaits me.

"Hi," comes the small response. My head snaps down, following the voice. Standing on my doorstep is a... child. A short, twig-thin child.

I scan the outside again, making sure to take my time looking over the empty dirt road and the edge of the forest. After Itachi went rouge, he asked - demanded - me to move further out of the village.

After a couple of weeks filled with lectures about my safety, about him having easier access and a lot of negative side effects from the village, I finally caved. The final nail in the coffin was getting attacked by some of my fellow villagers for 'being an Uchiha sympathizer'.

"Can I help you?" I ask, tone cold as I turn back to the girl standing in front of me. Her hair is in an uneven bob, the bubble gum pink color making up for the rough cut of it.

The child's eyes are wide when she looks up at me, the green color of her irises pushed to the side from her wide pupils; a natural response from the cloudy sky hiding what little light the night gets. "You know... um..." She shifts, eyes scattering around as she thinks over her words.

My hand tightens around the handle of my sword, the crisscross pattern of the material digging into my skin. "I know who?" I ask, doing another environment check. I will say that using a child as a distraction is a new low, even for the enemies of my rouge ninja.

"You used to know Sasuke right?" The words hang in the air, sucking all the oxygen out of my lungs. That's new too. I've never been asked about Sasuke, and the times I've heard about him have been insults themed around him thrown into my face by the village. Well, besides Tachi's old anbu coworker. Occasionally Kakashi will give me updates on Sasuke, but he hasn't been around since before the Chunin exams.

"I suppose you could say that," I answer, turning my attention back to the girl standing in front of me. That's a bit of an understatement. I've been present in his life from the second he was born, which is one of the only good things my situation with Itachi has brought me.

Well, was present. The last thing the sole survivor of Itachi's mental break needs is a constant reminder of his brother. I'm sure he gets enough reminders from the image in the mirror.

Her eyes seem to be even wider as she looks up at me. "I know him too," she tells me, eyes blinking at me as she waits for an answer.

I don't know what answer she wants, let alone expects. "Congratulations." That's probably not the answer she wanted, or the tone she was expecting. Her face scrunches up before her head tilts down. My eyes catch on her headband, the deep imprint of the village stamped into it. "Child, it's late, I'm tired, and not in the mood. What do you want?"

Her eyes pick up for a second before falling back to the ground. "Kakashi-sensei talks a lot about you," she mumbles, her attention on her sandals as she messes with the top layer of dust that covers the ground.

Fucking Kakashi. Mr 'I want to fix it'. I am grateful that the shinobi treats me like an actual person instead of a broken, left-behind piece of the masochist. I'm also grateful that he keeps me in the loop about my lover's kid brother.

Not so grateful that he insists on sticking his nose in my business, or that he keeps pressuring me about everything. Move further into the village, reenlist as a shinobi, make a friend, and find a new boyfriend. I'm pretty sure the last part is more self-driven than it is the Sensei's guilt about Itachi eating at him.

"And?" I push, puzzle pieces sliding into place. This must be Kakashi's little kunoichi who has fallen head over heels for Sasuke. May the Gods either make Sasuke better than his brother or save this girl from the life of being a Uchiha's heart and soul.

It's not all bad. Itachi is very loving and kind to me. Aside from his brother, I'm his whole world. I know that, and he has ensured I never forget it. Despite that, every positive has its negative.

I have boxes filled with letters from him. I also have boxes filled with medical supplies for the next time he shows up half-dead on my doorstep. The same hands that have touched my skin in love have been coated in the blood of the innocent. He's constantly worried I'm too isolated but is jealous of any person I come in contact with. The same voice that lulls me to sleep has told me the crimes committed by his hand. Itachi's love is as strong as his possession. Obsession is not a strong enough word to describe his admiration for me.

Is that the kind of life this kunoichi is signing herself up for? Is she willing to place the golden chain of a Uchiha's love around her neck? A gold chain is still a chain nonetheless. Once you dip into the love of a sharingan user, there is no going back. You will be loved until you die, whether that be from nature, the hands of their enemies, or their hand if they can't take the grief of you leaving.

I am lucky enough to know Itachi would never put his hands on me. Does Sasuke share the same twisted morals as his brother? Anyone can die if it furthers their goal, but not even the gods will rest if my loved ones are hurt; is that another reminder that Sasuke and Itachi were cut from the same cloth?

"Well..." the starter shinobi starts, eyes still locked on the ground. "Sasuke has... he's left the village."

Panic creeps up my chest at her words. If he's left the village, what is his squad mate doing at my door? Has he gone rogue? Or is he taking some space? Is he finally processing the grief of everything that has happened? I wouldn't put it past the councils to label him rouge without him breaking any laws of the land.

"Why might he have done that?" I ask, doing a mental count of how long it's been since the last time I've seen Kakashi. Is that why he hasn't come around? It's been about two months; possibly three. Has Sasuke been gone that whole time? Does Itachi know? He has to know, he checks on his brother as much as he checks on me. Why wouldn't Itachi tell me Sasuke has abound the village?

"I don't know... something about power and revenge," the girl answers, lifting her head to look at me again. That doesn't help the tightening of my chest. Why must Sasuke follow his brother's path so closely? I swear one if not both of the Uchiha brothers are going to be my death.

"Well, that sucks kid," I answer, my tone a bit snippy.

My mind is preoccupied with worry. How mad would Pain be at me if I showed up unannounced? He doesn't seem to mind me coming around as long as I'm not much of a distraction for his 'top member'.

I've talked to the Akatsuki leader a lot; if anything he's the only person aside from Itachi I talk to constantly. I'm not sure if Pain's interest in me is personal like Kakashi's or more 'happy worker, good worker'. Either way, he has decided I'm off limits when it comes to his murder team members, which is a bit of an ego rub if I'm honest.

My mind is flipping back and forth between writing to Pain to request a visit or writing an angry letter to Itachi. As I'm closing the door I settle on writing Pain. This is a conversation that needs to happen face-to-face with Tachi.

"Wait!" The girl yells, her hands slamming on the door to stop me from closing it. That pulls me out of the gutter of my mind. I move the door back open, looking down at the child. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, face scrunched up again. "I just... I want to talk to you."

"Why would you want that?" I ask, letting my face soften a bit. The poor girl looks so distressed. What has Itachi's little brother done to her?

She stays silent, eyes jumping around again. Kakashi hasn't trained his genins on body language yet, which is very evident from the kunoichi constantly shifting her weight. The only way to make her nervousness more evident would be a red stamp mark on her forehead. "Sensei said you're the only person in the village who has dealt with someone like Sasuke."

"Someone like Sasuke?" I poke, trying to figure out what exactly Kakashi has told her about me; more specifically, about my entanglement with Itachi.

"Ya... um... you know, like a rouge ninja," she races out, hands flapping around like crazy. "Kakashi said a lot goes into loving a rouge ninja and a lot goes into loving a Uchiha. He keeps telling me a combination of them is the most stressful thing in the world and I should just give up on Sasuke and with him constantly talking about you I figured you could help me with my thoughts."

The ramble brings a small, sad smile to my face. "Do you want my honest opinions or did you come here to justify your love for Sasuke?" I ask, even though I know it's a little cruel.

"I don't know," she whispers back, eyes on the ground again.

I let out a long sigh, the promise of going back to sleep sliding out with the noise. "Come inside child," I say, opening the door wider so Kakashi's not-so-smart genin can escape the chilly night. Well, perhaps she's a chunin now. I'm not too sure since I haven't had the chance to ask Kakashi about the results of the exams.

The girl walks through the door, stopping in my entryway to take off her shoes. "Um... you can wear mine," I mumble sliding out of my house shoes. I don't get visitors - let alone invite them in, so there are only three pairs of house shoes in my home; Kakashi's, mine, and Itachi's. As the girl slides on my shoes, I slip into Itachi's slippers.

I walk away from the door, once I'm sure it's locked anyway. Someone can break through it but they can't exactly do that silently. A small warning is better than no warning. "So... you know Itachi," the girl mumbles, her head on a spiral as she looks around my home.

My home is quite decorated; pictures of the past, a few photos from recent years, and different artworks from all The Great Nations fill the wall space.

Itachi might be a bad person but he is a good provider. I can't remember the last time I wanted... well, anything. Everything I need or want is gifted to me by him or he provides the means for me to get it. The thought upsets me; another reminder of how chained to Itachi I am. Maybe I should consider reenlisting as a shinobi.

"So," I start, flopping down on the couch tucked against the wall. "What is it that you want to know, kid?"

"Sakura," the girl answers, her eyes wandering around the small living room. Even though the space is small, I have it packed quite full. Living alone leaves me a lot of free time, so the room has turned into a hobby dump center. Baskets of yarn, random piles of books, and art supplies are thrown all over the place.

"Well, Sakura, what is it that you want to know?"

I watch as she walks up to my easel. It's a half-done oil pastel piece of Itachi and Kakashi. I settled on Itachi's color scheme being red but I've been struggling with what color to do Kakashi.

"Is this Sensei?" The girl asks, unclipping my reference photo.

"Ya, it is," I answer, closing my eyes. I can imagine every detail of the picture without having to see it. It's an older photo, taken a couple of days before the massacre. Kakashi and Itachi are sparring, swords pressed together as they come to a standstill in their fake battle. The standstill only lasted a second or two, but there's no surprise there.

"I didn't know Kakashi-Sensei had a tattoo," the little one says, coming over to sit on the couch next to me.

"Ya, he does. So does Itachi and me."

"You have a tattoo too?" Sakura asks, eyes turning away from the photo to me. I nod my head, yes, turning my attention away from her. I'm starting to not like the fact that I invited her into my home.

"Can I see it?" She asks as she scoots closer to me. I let out a soft sigh before shifting around so my right shoulder is facing the girl. I tug my sleeve up, showing off the anbu spiral. "So, you guys all just decided to get matching tattoos or something?"

"Or something," I answer, standing up and making the short walk to the kitchen. Hopefully, a cup of coffee will help calm me. Or at the very least, help me wake up better.

"What does that mean?"

"Ask your Sensei," I murmur, keeping my hands busy with the preparation of my drink. "What exactly do you want me to talk to you about?"

Silence falls in between us, Sakura letting her eyes wander around my makeshift craft room again. "I don't know... just... what's it like?"

I let my attention fall to the dripping of the coffee being made. "What's what like?"

More silence fills the space but I don't mind. Situations like this are difficult to talk about, both for me and for her.

A little bit of warmth fills my chest when I glance at the girl sitting on my couch. She's about the age I was when Itachi... well, became a murder. It's weird to think about, me being in her shoes just five years ago. At least she'll have more of a support system, and someone to relate to. At least I can offer her the comfort of understanding I didn't have when Itachi went rogue.

"What were Itachi and you like before he... left," her words come out slow like she's worried I'll lose my composer from her questions. That's not surprising, rumors about me spread even now because of my anbu days, but mostly because of the Uchiha. I can only imagine the rumors circulating now that Sasuke has left the village.

I think about it for a moment, trying to replay the long-ago years. "Um... we were all always busy. Coming and going all the time from missions. Itachi was busier than everyone else so he was always so stressed out. He never had time for anyone, including himself. If the Hokage wasn't keeping him busy, his clan was. Most days were filled with apologies for not having time for me, but..." I tilt my head, shifting my focus back to the coffee maker.

"But?"

"But when things were good, they were so great. He's always been a romantic. Not like loud, elaborate romantic. More quite romantic," My heart swells with love for the dumb, murderous man I can't get over. My ring clinks against my coffee mug as I pull it out of the cabinet.

"What's the difference between a loud and quite romantic?" The girl asks, scooting off the couch and joining me in the kitchen.

I see her eye catch my ring as it continues to clink against different things I grab. It's Itachi's mother's wedding band. It was a gift he gave me; more like a sign of ownership. Tachi isn't too happy with Kakashi snuggling up to me.

"I don't know how to explain it. A loud romantic is like someone who always has to hang on you when you're out and about. Someone that makes their love take up as much room as possible, I guess."

The girl nods along as she listens to my words, eyes glossed over in confusion. Maybe I won't be able to show her as much comfort as I thought.

"Quiet romantic is... things like your partner making you breakfast even though they can't stay to eat with you. Someone who takes care of things for you without you having to ask and half the time not notice. I don't know, something like that."

The room is quiet again as I sip on my drink. I watch Sakura, her mind preoccupied. Perhaps she's rolling through memories of her Uchiha, trying to find the times of quiet love. I know it took me a while to figure it out; to put together Itachi's love for me wasn't any less because he chooses to show love in smaller, less noticeable ways.

Thoughts of the ring in my hand fill my head as I focus on it. Was it a proposal? Or just his jealousy getting the better of him? How would that even work? Us being married?

"How alike do you think Sasuke is to his brother?" My eyes jump up to meet the girl's green ones. The question hangs in the air for a while as I think it over.

"Well, I don't know Sasuke as well as I did when he was younger. I think he's more like his brother than he likes, but less like him than he notices." The answer isn't really an answer, but I still think it fits. Itachi is driven by his undying love for his brother and me. Sasuke is driven by his hatred. Love and hate aren't as different as people think.

"What's it like? Being in love with a Uchiha? Or, well, having a Uchiha love you back?" I notice the sadness trickle into her eyes but I leave it be. I know how hard it is to tell whether anyone - let alone a Uchiha - loves you back.

"Itachi is very busy with..." I stop myself, taking a second to glance around the room before setting back on Sakura. "Being rogue. No one... a ninja doesn't go rouge to do good things. I have to live with the fact that I know some of the things he's done, and the fact that he's done worse than he'll fess up too. It's scary but... it's also comforting."

"Comforting?" She asks, face scrunched up again. "How could it be comforting knowing you're with someone who has murdered people? A lot of people."

I let out another sigh, letting my eyes wonder again. "I spent a long time wondering why I couldn't get over him. Wondering why I liked a... murder more than any of the shibobis in the village. The answer I think I've settled on is when Itachi falls to his knees at my feet, when he holds my legs in desperation for my love, for any part of me I'm willing to give him, it causes... it makes me feel important, valued."

My eyes settle on Sakura again, her own eyes wide as she looks at me. "Uchiha's are very... ego-driven, but their love is so much stronger than their egos. When a Uchiha is willing to give you that love... it's almost set in stone that they would turn the world upside down for you."

I fall silent, giving her time to let my words sink in. "You don't think anyone else would do that for you?"

"No," I answer quickly, getting a bit frustrated that I can't word the feelings Itachi pours into me in a way that Sakura will understand. "A shinobi's purpose is to serve their village. A 'good' shinobi would sacrifice their partner for the village. Itachi would sacrifice everything in this world before he let anything happen to me."

My eyes study her face, trying to read her expressions. Her face is scrunched up for a while before it softens again; a light bulb turning on behind her eyes. Maybe this girl does understand what I'm saying, even just a little bit.

"Knowing someone would go to war if you're harmed is a better promise than knowing your partner will put their job above you. Don't get me wrong, I know how terrible of a person Itachi seems to be; how terrible he can be. People see him as a murderer, a selfish Uchiha, someone who excels at manipulation. But, I know where I lie on his priority list, I know anything I want will happen if I ask, I know at the end of the day his actions are to give me a better life, even if I don't understand."

Silence envelopes us again, me watching Sakura as she thinks over my words. "It doesn't seem as bad as Sensei made it sound," her voice is small as she continues to think.

"It probably is as bad as Kakashi made it seem. Nothing positive comes without a negative. I might be protected from everything in the world but it becomes isolating." I blink my eyes rapidly, pushing down my loneliness to stay matter-of-fact. "I don't know if it'll be the same with Sasuke, but carrying the weight of what Itachi could and would do if he sees someone as a threat, if he misreads a situation, or gets too jealous... it's scary knowing what he can do."

My hands are shaky as I lift my mug again. Thoughts swirl in my head as I sip on my drink. Am I putting Sakura in danger with this conversation? Will Itachi see her as a threat? Or will he leave it be? Does he know he's isolating me? Or is he doing it on accident?

"Uchiha-san?" Sakura calls, pulling me out of my thoughts as a weird feeling crawls up my stomach. I don't know if I like being called that.

"Yes, child?"

She stays quiet, staring at me for a while as she works out her next question. "Kakashi-Sensei said something like 'you're in an open cage with broken wings' or something. What does that mean?"

I smile softly at her, Kakashi's voice ringing in my head with the same quote he's said since the death of Sasuke's clan. "Your Sensei says that I 'live my life with the door of my cage open, but with the wound of clipped wings'."

"Yes! That's what he said!" The girl cheers a bit before the excitement is replaced with sadness again.

"It means I live in fake freedom. I'm free to do what I want when I want because of the safety net my Itachi offers me. However, I still live with the terrible things he's done. With the knowledge of the things he has and is willing to do."

Sakura's face sinks with my words. A bit of my grief rubbing off on her. "Is it worth it?" The question is soft and asked to her feet instead of me.

"I think it is. I... he's not around a lot. He's always busy but I know I'm always on my mind. I know that I'm loved." I stop again, resetting my head for a second before settling on my mini-me.

"Loving someone like Itachi - someone like Sasuke, means you give a lot. You give your time with them, your own time, always being on call because you don't know the next time you'll see them if there will be a next time. You give a lot of your emotions. Worrying about them and what they're doing, to who they're doing stuff to. Grievance to the people they hurt, to the life you used to have, to the person you used to love, the person you used to be."

I snap my eyes closed, tilting my head up at the bittersweet feeling forming with my next sentence. "You give love, so much love, unconditionally. You carry a million feelings wrapped up in that single feeling of love. Being that safe space for them, sharing their burdens, their mistakes."

I tilt my head back down, locking eyes with the younger girl again. "It's a lot of mental burden, and not everyone can carry that. If Sasuke loves you, he won't love you any else because you struggle with your feelings day to day. Some days I love Itachi more than life, some days I hate him, and some days I hate myself. No matter what I feel, Itachi still loves me, still knows it's his fault for my conflicting emotions, and he's patient with me."

Once again I watch, waiting for the girl's reaction. Her face is scrunched up again and I'm sure her mind is running a mile a minute. "Do you... do you think Sasuke will be like his brother?"

"I know Sasuke is not Itachi. I don't know what he'll be like, I don't know where you lay on his line of importance, I don't know anything about what he'll be like. What I do know is what might happen. What you might have to deal with. I can't predict the future but I can help you be prepared for it."

It takes a second but Sakura's face softens again, a sad smile on her lips as she looks at me. "Uchiha-San?" I hum a yes, preparing for whatever she's about to say. "I'm glad I have you to help me through this."

"I'm glad I can help you through this as well, child."

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#sakura haruno #sakura oneshot #sakura haruno oneshot #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #sakura x reader #sakura haruno x reader

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smh-yoon · 10 months

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i LOVED your sakura fic and i am kindly asking for more sakura content!! <3

a/n: ask and you shall receive ! i hope this is what you were looking for bc if not i will just have to write more gay content yk. a little bit long tbh and i got a headache writing but i didn't want to stop so

genre: romance, smut

pairings: sakura haruno x fem! reader

warnings: cunnilingus (receiving), dirty talk (praise), nicknames (sweet things like baby and love <3), fingering (giving), sweet sex, dom? reader

sakura haruno, your pretty friend since the academy, hopelessly in love with a brooding boy, the sole survivor of his clan.

sakura haruno, your even prettier friend as she begs sasuke to stay in konoha, who fights to bring him home.

sakura haruno, the most beautiful young woman you had ever seen, who had fought in the war to protect her home and the people she loved.

sakura haruno, your soon-to-be wife, surely the most lovely woman to ever exist, who loved you so dearly.

the rookie nine were present, excitedly awaiting the moment of your proposal in a small outdoor gathering, lit by small lanterns and accompanied by the sickly sweet smell of sake shared between friends.

sakura haruno, your pretty girl, laid out beneath you, grasping at your hips and waist, lips meeting yours in sloppy, desperate kisses.

who knew after-proposal sex would be so satisfying? the both of you were still clothed in your matching summer dresses, the light sage green hugging her breasts and waist, decorated with pink flowers matching her hair. pretty pink flowers that matched the cute lacy panties she wore as she let you settle between her legs above her.

you took a moment and pulled back from her lips, your hand pulling her right thigh to your hip and pushing back her dress to reveal her soft milky skin.

looking down at her expression, emerald eyes shining underneath you with adoration. the necklace you had gifted her was dainty on her neck, accompanied by her intoxicating cinnamon perfume. without realizing it, a smile had risen to your lips, your heart pounding in your chest.

"what? why are you looking at me like that?" sakura laughed airily, her hands raising to place themselves on your face, one on either side of your cheek.

you smiled and tugged her other leg around your waist, grabbing her left hand and lacing your fingers together as you pinned it gently above her head. the newly placed ring glittered under the low lights of your shared bedroom.

"i can't look at my gorgeous fiance?" she giggled as you leaned down and placed a slow kiss on her lips, using her free hand to pull you closer to her. she let out a quiet moan when you slipped your tongue into her mouth, using your hand to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

she tugged your intertwined hands apart, caressing her hands up your middle until she reached your breasts, cupping your tits and massaging them.

you were quick to pull away from her lips, trailing wet kisses down her pretty neck as she gasped for breath, placing a hand on the back of your head. "[y/n].."

humming, you continued kissing down her neck, tugging her dress down over her tits, revealing her pink nipples hardening under your touch. "what is it baby?'

she was cut short in her reply when you took a nipple into your mouth, letting out a moan. your fingers itched to pull aside her panties and play with her clit, but you let yourself take it slow. "use your words pretty girl."

"touch me please." she gasped out, hips grinding up against you. she was as desperate as you were. grinning, you leaned back on your knees and kneaded her tits in your hands one more time before pushing her dress up her body, revealing the pink panties covering her pussy.

she watched with anticipation as you trailed your fingers along her thighs, tracing up the skin of her inner thigh. you bit your lip when you ran your fingers over the front of her panties, feeling the wet spot from her dripping arousal. "you want me to touch you that bad?"

sakura rolled her eyes at your teasing, but gasped when you slipped your hand down the front of her panties.

taking a minute to adjust, you laid down beside her, keeping her legs open with your hand down her front. she let out a breath of relief when you started drawing circles in her clit, tilting her head to let you place open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

"like that?" she nodded, closing her eyes and scrunching her face in pleasure as you dipped into her wetness and went back to playing with her clit.

it would be too mean to tease her today, to strip her and make her watch as you played with her cunt, denying her orgasms as she shook from the pleasure you gave her. to hear her moan out for you as you made her cum over and over again on your tongue. the messy stuff would have to wait until the morning.

her moans were rising in pitch, her hips bucking as she clenched the bedsheets in her hand. "come on baby, you're doing so good for me." leaning down, you took a nipple into your mouth, speeding up your hand on her clit.

"you wanna cum for me?"

"yes!" sakura was moaning freely, eyes squeezed shut and jaw hanging open as you brought her closer to the edge. you slipped two fingers into her pussy, using her slick as lubricant to thrust your fingers in her, curling your fingers to reach her most sensitive spot as your palm met her clit with each movement.

she continued to buck into your hand, grabbing onto your arm as her back arched and she let out a series of high pitched moans, chanting your name as she squeezed around your fingers. "come on, cum for me. cum for me baby."

"[y/n], fuck!" her eyelids fluttered as she came down from her high, legs shivering as you pulled your hand out of her panties, grazing over her clit.

she was quick to sit up and pull you back into a kiss, tracing her tongue over your lips and nudging your thighs apart. your back met the plush bedding as she lowered you down, putting herself between your legs.

"want to taste you." her hands were tugging at your own dress, pulling them down over your chest and letting your breasts rest over the seams, pushing your knees up to allow her access to your pussy. without wasting a second, she pulled the white lace down your thighs, eagerly laying between your thighs.

she dipped her head down and licked a stripe from your wetness up to your clit, dragging zigzags over your cunt. she lapped at your wetness, closing her lips around your clit and sucking it into her mouth.

"such a good job love." you tried to keep your eyes open to watch her devour you, running your fingers through her hair as she continued to circle your clit. it was almost embarrassing how quickly she was pushing you to the edge.

"sakura.." she moaned into you, closing her eyes and moving her tongue faster against you. you were arching off the bed, nipples perked as your chest fell and rose with each breath, skin flushing from the heat tingling throughout your body as your orgasm tipped closer.

she took your clit in her lips again, pulling away for a moment and then lapping the underside of your clit quickly, making you moan aloud. you were pushed over the edge, crashing into your orgasm as she continued to eat you out through your high.

your hips were bucking against her face, her chin slick in your own wetness, hands tangled in her hair as you moaned out her name, praising her, telling her how good she was doing for you, to make you feel good.

when you came down, she pressed slow kisses against your skin, kissing up your body until she reached your lips, pressing them against you in a hot kiss. her hands grabbed at your chest, rolling your nipples in her fingers as she straddled your thigh.

"again?"

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