#chronically ill shikamaru

[edai-crplpnk]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I did it once so the first batch is here! But I can surely do five more.

1. Spit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38992998

A post-Chuunin Exam fic of the Sand Siblings trying to live together in a tad bit more harmony and less murder than before. Once again, I love fics that explore the dysfunctions in the Sand Siblings and how they can be genuinely bad to each other, especially early on, even when they are trying to be good. Also loved exploring how autistic Gaara would use his sand as a sensory tool/protection.

2. Anything Is Better: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39333273

My first (and for now only) Baki/Yuura fic. Also it's smut. Sad smut. I love them. Much closeted men, much internalised homophobia. I've been wanting to write a fic centred more around Baki and his relationship to queerness and all for a long long time and I haven't gotten to it yet. But it will happen! For the record, this belongs to my Worldbuilding canonverse (with all the KankuShino, and with Silhouettes!)

3. The Best Thing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44161606

Happier smut! This is my KankuOmoi fic in the KankuShika modern AU. It's a little spin-off of Kankurou's first time and coincidental discovery of his queerness. (Men are hot, who knew!) It's been very soft writing about young adults sharing this moment of tender awkwardness and I'm very happy with the result.

4. My Cigarette Burn my Finger 'Cause I Forgot I Lit It: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39983637/

This is from the same modern AU as The Best Thing and Before a Doll. KankuShika "meeting the parents" fic, except they're not dating yet. Mortifying position to be in, but very funny for us. This is also what triggered the current writing of Haemorrhage since it starts tackling Kankurou's history of addiction and the evolution of his relationship with his siblings.

5. From the Day I Decided to Carry You: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36113848

I will admit the porn-to-plot ratio of that one is a bit weird but it just- it happened like that haha. It's a KakaGai fic about Gai cutting and caring for Kakashi's hair. An exploration of vulnerability and self-care with some dysphoria sprinkled on top. It happens post-Land of Wave arc, and there is also a discussion of Kakashi's feelings regarding having his team, having killed Haku, etc... I found it frustrating that we've gotten so little of Kakashi's reaction to these events because I can't imagine how fucking traumatic and triggering Haku doing the exact thing Rin did must have been. (Not to mention, you know, the fact that he murdered a kid in front of kids?) So I wrote about it. But they also fuck in the middle. That's the fic.

[quiet-kunoichi]

[ @suck-my-tomato | Halloween Party Oneshot | verse; highschool ]

It was their senior year at last, and Kimiko was not about to let it go to waste. The rest of her high school years had been spent either too insecure to show a little skin, or not single enough to get away with it without some disapproving stares. The tail end of junior year, along with the summer that followed, was spent in a near-lifeless haze: she’d become well accustomed to depressive dissociation and avoidance to the point of self-destructive isolation. Meanwhile, Sasuke likely had the time of his life as a bachelor in the paradise of their recent split: that is, until his chronically-ill brother took a lethal turn for the worse.  Upon hearing about Itachi’s sudden death, Kimiko had lassoed herself back into Sasuke’s orbit  — Invited herself inside ( she never returned the key to his apartment ), ensured that he was taking care of himself in lieu of his recent loss. Additionally, it felt like a loss of her own, too. She’d known Itachi as long as she had known Sasuke, for obvious reasons. As odd as it sounded once her feelings became obviously romantic for the younger Uchiha, Itachi felt like.. a big brother in-law. After all, he bailed her out of her holding cell after she’d caught Sasuke cheating with that bimbo redhead from chemistry. It was a wonder why he kept the kind of company that he did; the run-ins she’d endured over the last few months since her split with Sasuke had soured her to the whole ‘Akatsuki’ gang. Just a bunch of sleazy womanizers.  It’d been quite a few months since that had occured, and Kimiko and Sasuke were growing steadily more attached to one another, once again. Not nearly close to the way they were, before the letters ( still unknown to Sasuke ) and his decision to plant the seed of everlasting insecurity within her by betraying her trust for the opportunity to mesh face with someone new. For a short while before Itachi’s death, Kimi had arrived to parties solely to keep the recently hotheaded Uchiha in line. She was his designated stormbreaker, and was expected to deliver him home safely each night that he took things a bit too far. Those incidents didn’t come without their rewards, such as the few instances in which he’d cling to her in his drunken and drug-addled stupor, apologize profusely and confess his everlasting love.. Just to slip away into sleep seconds afterwards.  Admittedly, Kimiko would entertain the heartache of such a prentendedly wholehearted and pure moment before ultimately lapsing to silent tears and peeling herself from his side to take her quiet leave from his shared home. More than a few times, Itachi and the Tamashi would share a quiet and lingering look across the front room. Now that he’s departed, Kimiko often wishes she would have sat next to him and allow herself a single shred of comfort from the situation she’d found herself in. His stare had always been a little somber: Like he knew all of the things that she was shoving beneath the surface. Was this going to be her lingering reality? Harboring this blood-stained secret, playing guardian angel to a haphazard boy whom broke her heart but didn’t manage to drown her love? Perhaps she should’ve asked the wise Uchiha Itachi, before it became too late. Even if she grew back what was left of her mauled heart to learn how to forgive him, Kimiko knew now that a life of romance and love was never going to be the same, for her. Not with old memories dredged back up and spot-lit like fresh wounds, vague yet promising threats from her imprisoned and somehow still imposing father appearing two more times since that first letter made it to her porch step. Sasuke had changed faces and become someone new overnight; he squandered all of his previous promises of her being his one and only  — and it elicited a violent response that her father had only just forewarned her of inheriting. Perhaps this was just her destiny, after all.  Tonight would be different, in a sense: Kimiko was attending this senior year halloween party solely for herself. She wasn’t trailing in on Sasuke’s colonged scent, nor was she couped up at home until the siren call came and beckoned her to act as ‘Sasuke Uchiha clean-up crew’. She was here to cook up some fun of her own, solely for herself.. Which is precisely what she had told herself at the last party she attended three weeks ago for ‘Homecoming.’ That night tumbled away into a mess of limbs beneath trashed bedsheets: Sasuke and Kimiko had once again found the most intimate form of comfort in one another’s arms, for the first time in.. 8 months. Tonight would be different. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Did she actually just put all of this effort into her costume for the hopes that it would catch his attention above any other girl there? Was she hoping for a similar end to this mixed-bag night as the last party lured them to?  Perhaps. It was mostly for herself, though. Yes, the tight black latex zippered corset, a pair of short spandex that clung to her hips and ass like it was life or death, the heeled boots that cut off just below her knee and the tights that squeezed her curved thighs just at their most voluptuous circumference.. The feathered black wings attached to her back and the headband horns adorning her crown .. All the way down to her perfected makeup, the dark tinge to her lips and the dash of gloss at the very center.. It was all for her. Not to grab the attention of anyone who bothered looking her way, and certainly not to make his jaw drop. Once again, her phone buzzes from its place stashed between her breasts. With a sigh that exhales the last puff of her menthol cigarette, ( thank you, Shikamaru ) Kimi plucks the it from her corset and unlocks the device. A strange twist of disappointment curls her stomach when the texts popping up were just from the girls. Perhaps it was a tad childish to wish upon a ball of gas in the sky that Sasuke would reach out to her: provide some sort of hint that he was interested in seeing her tonight — that he wasn’t already wrapped up in some other nameless skank.  Instead, it was just Ino and Sakura, buzzing at her ear like flies and wanting to know ‘ Where the hell ’ she was. They made plans to pick her up, but Kimi had different plans for herself. Already outside the party house, the fallen angel runs out the cherry of her pregame cigarette against the side of a white Prius. It belonged to one specific redhead from junior year chemistry class. If she knew what was good for her, that bitch would keep a healthy distance from the Uchiha, and a restraining-order distance from the Tamashi herself. The rest of her flask is guzzled with little more than a post-swallow wince: the fire of honey whiskey lit her back to life. She’d shared swigs with the passenger seat of Ms. White Prius — poor decision to leave the windows open a crack. Now that her confidence was rightly bolstered by liquid courage and her anxious insecurities settled with those two cigarettes, Kimiko pulls herself off the car. She throws a single backward kick of her heel and dents the door, donning a wicked smirk as she heads up the walkway and pushes inside. The damn wings of a fallen angel knock against the doorway — but they’ll provide a healthy bubble of distance from everyone else around her as the crowd parts around her. If she learned anything from the parties she’d attended in the last year — it was to make a b-line from the front ( or back ) door straight to the booze selection.

 Although she was already feeling that hot buzz of spirits in her blood, Kimiko needed to secure a drink to clutch for the rest of the night. Any time something stupid was said, any time something unforgivable was done, she would take a drink. And if Sasuke was seen with another girl, after what happened between them at the Homecoming party three weeks ago, and how often she’s been at his apartment and patiently helping him sort through his emotions, after everything that happened between them.. Well, she’d guzzle the whole cup and then someone else’s, too. Maybe crack a skull, pluck a tooth off of the floor for keepsake..  Ino and Sakura have flocked to her side, bubbling with astonished compliments as well as soured remarks on the Tamashi’s disappearance. The familiar crimson of slow boiling rage starts to fade away from the corners of her vision. She’s standing at the kitchen counter, red plastic cup empty and surveying the options. “ Holy wow, Kimi! You look gorgeous. ” Sakura, the little angel of their trio, chimes in at her left. On her right shoulder, Ino the devil shares her opinion. “ Gorgeous? Fuck that. Kimiko looks drop dead sexy. This is definitely an ex-revenge costume. ” Silent as ever ( at least, as she’d become over the last year ) the fallen angel reaches for the rum, rolling her thumb over the cap and flicking it across the marble counter.  It glugs liquid fire into her empty cup while Sakura wraps around her arm and tucks her head against Kimi’s shoulder ( a good sign that she was inebriated, herself ). “ Ex-revenge costume? How’s she supposed to get revenge from an outfit? ” The naive pinkette asks. Ino scoffs, “ Are you kidding me? Do you know how many guys have cracked their necks just to gawk at her? I counted six, just on her trip from the front door to the kitchen. ” Kimiko adds a splash of tequila into the mix, as well as the rest of someone’s open redbull can. Then comes the mixer: some sort of grapefruit soda, and a lime. Like, a whole half. She likes the bite.  “ And other guys looking at her is supposed to be.. revengeful? ” Sakura questions after slipping from Kimiko’s arm, their polar opposite wings knocking against one another in her clumsy step to shoot a questioning look to their blonde-haired and red-clad she-devil. A hand comes up to Ino’s forehead as she sighs. “ Oh my god, I knew you had too much of my Prosecco. ” Sakura makes to protest, and Kimiko ( who has yet to acknowledge them or make an expression of either distaste or amusement ) takes a tasting swig of her drink. It wasn’t bad, but maybe it needs more grapefruit soda. “ The more attention she gets from other guys, the more jealous Sasuke is gonna get. She gives him a taste of what he’s missing out on. ” Ino explains.  Sakura pretends to understand, but she’s never been the type for manipulative revenge schemes. Her payback is served with a crack of her knuckles. Meanwhile, Kimiko uses a healthy balance of the two methods of torture. Even still, as both girls bicker over whether it was a good idea to lure that side out of Sasuke ( especially in lieu of his recent loss ) or to move on like he didn’t exist, Kimiko scanned the crowd for his unforgettable features. They had no idea of what happened between the two at that last party; they didn’t know about his once thorny exterior quickly becoming dependent on her emotional support through this difficult time, nor how she honestly felt concerned and protective over him despite still trying to figure out how to forgive him ( or if she even had the kindness left in her to accomplish such a feat ). At last, they’d found each other through the writhing mass of bodies mingling, dancing, flirting, and drinking in a kaleidoscope of lights. Yellow high-beams meet swimming pools of obsidian over the rim of her cup. The whole world deafens and stills around them: despite the five yards of distance that separated the two, Kimiko swore she could hear his shaky exhale as he drinks in her visage — wonders briefly if he could somehow hear the tripping thrum of her heartbeat as her stare flickers over his own devilishly desirable costume. Pulling her lips from her drink, the fallen vixen swipes bubblegum tongue quickly over her lip and offers a little wink across the room ( unseen from her female counterparts ). Let’s hope this doesn’t backfire.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Thirty-One: Boiling Water ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Another day...another away basketball game. Which means a pretty empty classroom for the Home Ec group.

And Sasuke still has a lot on his mind regarding the class.

It’s true that he’s really enjoyed this semester. He had his doubts in the beginning. It has a bit of a reputation for being...well, girly. Of course, now he knows better. Sewing, cooking, cleaning...it’s not a girl thing, it’s a person thing.

While most of his classmates are underclassmen girls, they’ve subtly - in their own way - help impress just such a fact upon him. Doesn’t matter what you are. Got a hole in your shirt? You can fix it, just gotta know how. Need to make a dessert for a friend’s potluck? You can make one, just gotta know how! And literally everyone needs to know how to clean. Otherwise...you’re just gross.

In short, he went from one of those senior guys to a better equipped soon-to-be-adult. And also from someone rather intimidating in the class to the girls’ favorite person to fill in on gossip and ask opinions for. From scary upperclassman to adopted older brother of the class, really.

Well...for everyone except one person.

Hinata’s been...different. Mostly because she’s a senior, like he is. But also because she’s pretty much teacher number two. A copilot for the class, but especially for Sasuke. She helped him catch up in a variety of the class’s aspects, but especially cooking. Which his mother has been ecstatic about.

And over time, it’s become less about him learning from her, and more just...hanging out with her. They use free days to just...sit and cook things and talk. He hasn’t ever really had a friend like her before. Mostly he’s only ever just been commandeered into friendships like that with Naruto, or Shikamaru, or any of the other guys in their year. Any girls he’s met have generally been obnoxious and only wanted one thing from him.

...ironic then that the one he’s been able to tolerate and actually befriend...he’s been trying very hard not to feel more than that for.

He didn’t even mean for it to happen! It just...did! She’s so kind, and soft-spoken, and sweet...and she’s never treated him like the other girls have treated him. Like some kind of prey to be stalked and hunted down. It drives him up the wall...no, Hinata just treats him like anyone else. Like a friend.

And...and that’s what he wants.

...ugh.

It just so happens, too, that this entire conundrum is coming up as the semester is about to end. Technically Sasuke only needs one semester of this class to meet his requirements for graduation. And at the beginning of the year, he had assumed he’d be thankful once it was over. But now...he’s not so sure. And not just because of Hinata. He genuinely enjoys the class, and wants to stay.

There’s just one problem: his dad has been hounding him about taking as many “attractive” classes to colleges as he can. And needless to say that a Home Ec course doesn’t really do much for him in that regard.

Which leaves Sasuke in a bit of a bind. Does he ignore his father’s very obvious hinting and risk making him mad? Or does he abandon one of his favorite classes to please him (and whatever university ends up accepting him), making himself all the more miserable?

It’s been bugging him for a few weeks now...and he really isn’t sure what to do.

So...he decides to ask the one person he thinks he should.

“Another quiet day,” Hinata muses, letting her bag rest near the table she always sits at. “Well...want to cook something?”

Sasuke doesn’t reply at first, and her head tilts curiously.

“...Sasuke?”

“Could we maybe do something...else first?”

“Um...sure! What...what were you thinking?”

“I’d like some advice.”

Pale eyes blink in surprise. “...okay! Um...would you like some tea for while we...talk?”

“...yeah, that’d be nice.”

Nodding, Hinata fetches one of the Home Ec room’s kettles, filling it with water and letting it sit on the stovetop. “Is...everything okay?”

“Y’know how I mentioned changing classes the other day?”

“Oh...yeah. Still haven’t m-made a decision yet?”

His head shakes.

“Well, I...I don’t know if I’m really the person to ask, Sasuke.”

“I already asked my mom. She said I should stay.”

“...I take it you, um...you haven’t asked your dad?”

“No. I already know what he’d say. And...I didn’t want to risk bringing it up and having him make up my mind for me, y’know?”

“Yeah...I get that.” Going quiet for a moment, she seems to mull that over. “...what do you want to do?”

“...I want to stay.”

“...but?”

“But...I don’t want my dad to get angry. I don’t want to risk screwing up my college apps.”

“Will half a credit really make or break you…?”

“No. I don’t think so? I don’t know!”

Holding up a hand for a pause, Hinata lets the kettle build to a steady whistle before pouring two mugs of tea. “...here.”

“...thanks.”

“Let’s sit.”

Sasuke follows, holding his cup and not yet drinking. It’s almost more soothing just to hold it.

“...before, when we talked...you said you liked this class, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And that you...you already know your major, and...what kind of job you want?”

“I guess. It’s not really that I...want it? More just I guess it’s what I’ll do.”

Hinata’s eyes lower to the table, clearly thinking. “...do you...enjoy the things we do in class? Like...would you consider them hobbies, now?”

“...some of it? Cooking, yeah. I was kinda meh about it before, but...now I really like it. The rest is just useful.”

“...then I would stay, if I were you. Your dad can’t throw much of a fit about half a credit, right…?”

Sasuke sighs, a hand running back through his hair. “...I guess not. I just…” There’s a beat of hesitation. “...my dad’s pretty strict with my brother and I. Itachi’s already getting his undergrad in business this year, and he’s going on for a master’s. I don’t even think he wants to, he just feels like he has to because Dad pushed him into it. And then he started doing the same to me when Itachi started college.”

Hinata’s expression sobers. “...I know how that goes. My father and I, we...we had a big f-falling out when I was younger about what I wanted to do. When I told him I was going to take a year off...he told me he was cutting all support once I graduate.”

“What?!”

A nod. “He doesn’t think it’s proper. So I’ll be on my own. But I don’t have a plan...nothing’s ever felt that c-clear to me. I wanted the year to take and just...discover myself. See if...there was something I wanted to pursue.”

Sasuke’s brows furrow with a frown. “...I still say you do culinary stuff. You’re so good at it, Hinata! And you clearly enjoy it! Screw your dad and his snotty standards. Take a year, explore, and then go to culinary school. Look...I know there’s a pretty good program with the local community college. I bet you’d do great, and it wouldn’t be very expensive. Hell, I’d help you if I could.”

At that, her face slackens in surprise. “You...you really…?”

“You’re like...the nicest person I know. If your dad’s gonna treat you like that, it’s his loss, not yours. It’s your life, ‘nata. Do what you want with it.” Sasuke takes a gulp of tea in a spike of temper, feeling it burn down his throat. “...and if you open that baker you talked about? I’ll come work for you - do your books and stuff. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing otherwise. I’d do it.”

“But...w-why…?”

“Cuz you’re my friend. And I want to support you. Look...I know it’s only been a semester, but...you’re one of my best friends. Maybe even my best friend. So what kinda friend would I be back if I didn’t do that much, huh?”

To his own surprise, her jaw trembles, tears beading along her lids. “No one’s...n-no one’s ever...told me that before. Just...said I should do it.”

“Then you need to find better people to be around,” he mutters stubbornly.

“...thank you, Sasuke. Heh…” She dashes at her eyes with a sheepish smile. “...this was supposed to be advice for you...not me.”

“Hey, it’s a two-way street. I’ll stick to the class. That much we pretty much already knew anyway, right?”

“...right.”

Sasuke’s eyes flicker between her own, which stare a bit somberly at the table. “...it’ll be fine, Hinata. Besides, we’ve got a whole semester before we graduate. You can make some plans between now and then. Just...forget your dad and his attitude. It’s all gonna work out.”

“...I hope so.” Finally looking up, she gives him a rosy-cheeked smile. “...I’m glad you’re staying. It...it means a lot to me to have you to talk to, and just...y’know...hang out with. Is...is that lame?”

“...nah, it’s not lame at all.”

                                                           .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to days 98, 108, 139, 227, 284, and 301!)       Heyyy, guys - sorry for the unexpected two day break. But uh...I'll talk more about that below for anyone wondering. For now, about the drabble!      We're back in the Home Ec verse! I love this one, for a couple of reasons. Mostly cuz it's just so domestic and slice-of-lifey, y'know? It's relaxing, even when writing more stressful parts for them like this one. I dunno. It's just nice xD Not really a full 'story' per se since not much really...HAPPENS. But it's one of my favorite series.      Anyway, a lil behind-the-scenes for a second, which comes first with a little warning: the rest of the year is going to be VERY busy for me due to some irl changes happening this month. The next two weeks especially, but it'll probably drag on until at least the new year...I dunno. But in short, I've been missing so many days the last few weeks because life is REALLY stressful, and I've just been too tired. Add in that I have a chronic illness to deal with, and just...yeah. I get behind and have to take breaks.      And honestly I'm getting very burnt out by a whole year of writing an average of 1500 words A DAY. For reference's sake, this challenge JUST past 500,000 words. And I also did SHM, which was another 30,000, and ANOTHER ship month which was 75,000. That's over 600,000, and that's not counting other side projects I've done. So yes, I write other things too, but that makes this challenge all the more...well, challenging. For reference, today's prompt was for November 27. That's how far behind I've gotten. But there's just...really not much I can do about it, sadly. I don't have time to make them up, and likely will just have to drag the event out past December 31. Then on top of that there's organizing all the mini series for AO3, and just...yeah. I'm gonna need a LONG break once that's done before I even THINK of taking on all the projects I want to that will stem from this challenge.      SO, in short...just please be patient with me ;w; I'm doing my best, and in the end - as much as I love this - it IS just fanfiction. Real life has to come first. So I hope you'll bear with me for the last few weeks, and then the much-needed hiatus once it's over to recup before hopefully turn some of these into proper fics. We'll see how life goes.      But, that's enough rambling out of me! I just thought I'd elaborate a bit in case anyone was curious. I'm all right, just...very busy and stressed ^^; So I'll just have to take this challenge as I can. But thanks to everyone sticking with it. I appreciate it! On that note, though...I better go. Thanks for reading!

[quietlysatan]

Happy Holidays Volume 2. Chapter 6.

 Link: Here!! Rating: T Pairing(s): Namikaze Minato/Uzumaki Kushina, Implied Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru Warning(s): Forced nudity but not in a sexual way, the responsible party dies though so it’s fine. Rin’s sealing is what happens though. Obito’s time held captive by Madara. He mentions the fear and panic he felt to us the audience, throws up at least once, almost throws up more than that.

Make no mistake, what Obito did was terrible, but I will NEVER hold that against him, he was, essentially, forced into a cult, and had a tattoo on his heart. He didn’t Choose to do shit. He’s as much a victim as everyone else is.

Sasuke and Sakura are terrifying. This is not news.

Naruto couldn’t be terrifying on purpose if you paid him, on accident, however...

Nagato regains his stolen eyes. Yes, what you think happened happened. God that has to be fucking creepy. I mean he SAW them in. a. jar. 

Sasori dies, also, forgot to put this earlier but GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, like, I haven’t noticed any descriptions of intestines but, still, there’s a lot of blood and bone so-to-speak...

also this quote

Surprisingly enough, the members of what was once Team Seven (plus Shikamaru) were not, in fact, very comfortable with the idea of sacrificing a living person for the sake of reviving some dead dude for all of twenty-four hours.

Unsurprisingly, none of them had such qualms about having Naruto hunt down one of the scattered White Zetsu’s left and sacrificing one of them for it.

Mentions of Sasuke having a terminal? Chronic? Illness... Listen I don’t know medical terms and I’ve looked it up ten times, at this point, there’s no point because I won’t remember whatever definition it was that I read anyway.

There is major character death, it doesn’t feel very sad though, it’s kinda like watching your old cat that you’d had for 20 years be buried, yes you’ll miss them but, they can rest now, they’re not in pain anymore, they’re okay. Gif Aesthetic: Somehow...

(I wrote this before MCR got back together... Looks like my emo days are back at it again.)

[welplookslikethisblogisdeadtoo]

temari, hinata, lee and/or shikamaru!

Hinata:

sexual orientation headcanon - Pansexual

gender headcanon - Cis woman

mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon - Anxiety

3 random headcanons - Hinata likes being around water bc it calms her, she’ll generally train near a stream or something bc it makes her concentrate better. She’s pretty chubby but underneath that is hard muscle, the only ppl she can’t carry bridal style are Lee and Choji bc of their muscle mass weight. During and after the war she developed a LOT in her character and will not take ANYONE’S bullshit At All.

Lee: 

sexual orientation headcanon - Gay af (possibly bi w/ a strong preference for men?)

gender headcanon - Trans man 

mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon - Dyspraxia, Autism, OCD

3 random headcanons - No matter how late he gets to sleep his internal bodyclock will ALWAYS wake him up at 6AM on the dot. He is such a dog person but thinks that all animals are wonderful and precious and must be protected. His tolerance with hot + spicy food is out of this world holy shit.

Shikamaru: 

sexual orientation headcanon - Bisexual

gender headcanon - Cis man

mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon - Chronic Depression (genetic) and Anxiety

3 random headcanons - Shikamaru is a really good cook although he didn't get to do much of it when he was younger. He jumps at the chance of playing the ‘housewife’ once he and Temari have Shikadai. He takes medication for his depression and although it’s something he’s suffered with most of his life, he’s in a place where his medication is right for him and he’s mostly enjoying life.

[ao3feed-kakairu]

by The_one_with_no_name

When Uchiha Sasuke met a certain clown in the hospital; he didn't think it would lead to friendship, love, heartbreak and so much more.

Words: 5526, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto, Naruto (Anime) RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uzumaki Kurama, Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Nara Shikamaru, Sai, Hyuga Neji, Hinata, Yamanaka Ino, Jiraiya

Relationships: Sasu/Naru, naru/sasu - Relationship, SasukexNaruto, Kakashi/Iruka, kaka/Iru, Itachi/Kurama, Ita/Kyu, Anko/Mei

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Alternate Universe, Angst and Tragedy, Sad Ending, Sad and Sweet, Cancer, Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness

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New Fic! 🦌⏳

KankuShika

Mostly Plot with a little Porn, Hurt/Comfort

Discussion of First Times, Implied/Referenced Past Sexual Abuse

Chronically Ill Shikamaru Nara

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New chapter! 📩

Rating: M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: KankuShika, San Siblings

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Meeting the Family, Fat Kankurou, Chronically Ill Shikamaru

Fun fact: that fic is actually set on November 26 in world too!

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Hi, it’s me, the tagging menace. Please tell me more about this unnamed ShikaYoshi fic 👀

[link to the WIP game]

I wrote a chapter two years and a half ago and haven't touched it since then, but I fully intend on getting there eventually. I want to say it's my 2025 project but I already said that about the Shinki adoption fic lmao.

It's for my canon compliant/worldbuilding series. It's set during the year after the 3th War and follows Shikaku and Yoshino as they reunite, get together, and at least settle that they're going to have a child together. I'm not holly sure yet when it ends, if it's then or if maybe it continues until Shikamaru's birth? Unclear for now. But it's mostly a getting together fic.

Some facts:

ANBU Yoshino at the start

Chronically Ill Yoshino (hence why forecfully retired Yoshino for most of the fic, and she hates it thouroughly)

Yoshino having strong feelings about misogyny and ging to great length to substract herself from her abusice upbringing and the general expectation of society placed on her because she's a woman

Probably Shikaku shutting up so misogynistic jerk (his dad) too

Past Shikaku/Inoichi that Shikaku is majorly not over with while Inoichi is getting married to Ino's mother

Chouza being the unwilling witness and but friendly support of trainwreck Shikaku

Some clan politics

Ex-ANBU Shikaku

Yoshino bonding with Shikaku's lesbian aunt over shitty dads

Yoshino and Shikaku do beat each other up a little but it goes them some good

Yoshino keeps mocking him but alas he has a humiliation kink I fear

"I'll be honnest with you. I have to marry this year and get myself an heir. You can say no, but if you do, please say it now cause I'm gonna have to find someone else." "You don't sell it well." "Because I'm not trying to sell it. I respect you to much to lie to you. We both know this wouldn't be either of us' first choice, but this is what I have to offer, do you want it?"

It's angsty and badass and romantic and I will write it I promise.

As a bonus I offer ANBU Yoshino + tiny Kakashi snippet:

“The Fourth is calling for you.” Great. Precisely when she was starting to let herself anticipate the moment she would finally go back to the barracks and pass out for a while. “Why?” The man shrugs, evidently unbothered by the bite in her tone – rightfully so, it’s not really directed at him anyway. She can’t say she expected him to be either, it’s hard to find someone impressed by anything around here. Newbies at first, sure, but they all either grow a thicker skin quite quickly, or leave. (Or die.) As if on cue, the frail silhouette in the locker room on the other side of the corridor raises its porcelain mask towards them. It looks ridiculously oversized, even cut down to try and fit the tiny head behind it. Out of duty and in a building field with grown men chiselled for murder, he looks miserably young and small – which he is, more so even than when she joined the faction herself – yet he doesn’t look intimidated in the slightest, just curious sometimes, and, from what she’s heard, he’s been living up to his Cold-Blooded nickname for the few months he’s been here. He’ll go far. Or he’ll crash soon, she’s not certain yet. “Got a problem Fox?”

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New fic! 📬

Chapter 1 of 8

Rating: M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships : Kankurou/Shikamaru, Gaara & Kankurou & Temari

Fic Genre: Modern AU, Meeting the Family

Chapter Tags: Relationship Discussions, Chronically Ill Nara Shikamaru

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New Chapter!📩

Rating: M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: KankuShika, Sand Siblings

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Meeting the Family, Relationship Discussions, Chronically Ill Nara Shikamaru

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New chapter! 📩

Rating: M, No Warnings Apply

Relationships: KankuShika, Sand Siblings

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Meeting the Family, Relationship Discussions, Discussions of Coming Out and Staying in the Closet, Chronically Ill Nara Shikamaru

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New chapter! 📬

Rating: M, No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Kankurou/Shikamaru, Kankurou & Temari, minor Shikaku/Yoshino

Fic Tags: Modern AU, Meeting the Parents (except they’re not dating yet), Friends With Benefits

Chapter Tag: Addiction Discussions, Chronically Ill Shikamaru

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New Fic!

Title: Floor Number 2

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandom: Naruto

Relationship: Kankurou/Shikamaru

Fic genre: Modern AU, Smut

Other tags: Casual Sex, Safer Sex, Alcholo/Smoking, Chronically Ill Shikamaru

With an illustration by @deer-shadow, but it's nsfw so i won't post it here as well ~