#kishimoto was writing

[sasukeless]

do you prefer manga or anime

depends depends… like w naruto i prefer the manga because anime ruined sm making 40% of it fillers its no wonder people leave w such bad opinions lol. but i have to give credit where its due and say the voice acting puts so much emotion in the dialogue its great. also the openings and endings are 🫶.

now in other shows besides naruto, i usually enjoy both so im not that picky

[madarathediva]

the similarities... !!

[cloudabserk]

it’s so crazy how, all the way from haku in the very first arc to minato after pain arc (i would argue haku and minato are considered to be some of the most sympathetic and good characters by the narrative) , the common consensus is THE NINJA WAY IS FUCKED UP. haku says that if he is forced to kill innocent children (naruto and sasuke) for his master’s employer’s profit he will finally have embraced the ninja way. minato’s ghost says that despite the many improvements over the warring clans period, the ninja way is extremely broken and perverted by both greed (wars are started purely for profit destroying entire villages caught in the crossfire) and grief (infinite cycle of revenge etc) and needs drastic change.

and naruto understood this from day one it’s his literal catchphrase. he is consistently told by adults how the world works but he refuses to budge. “that’s my ninja way!” <- he’s literally stating he has his own ninja way separate from society. obviously kishimoto (and therefore naruto) ‘s mindset is very uhhh. moralist. but even he seems to clearly get that the military state working on behalf of profit is yknow. bad and needs immediate change

and then boruto smash cuts 15 years into the future and everyone is heterosexually married to people they hate and the political status quo is completely unchanged lmao

[artstatues]

sweet boy. - a.w‎‎‎‎‎

wc : 339

pairings : aaron warner x fem!reader

synopsis : unfortunately, aaron's been extremely busy the past couple of days.

warnings : workaholic aaron, nothing much tho.

a/n : short drabble. writing mood today but had 0 ideas for the last hour or two, finally came up with this lmao

taglist : @never-enough-novels @reminiscentreader @kozumesphone @lxvebelle @shuhuaspookie

@off-to-the-r4ces @starrynightsxo @flowers-for-em

you sat on the office couch, eyes directed at your too focused boyfriend rather than the book in your hands. you loved aaron, you really did, but he’s been awfully busy for the last few days, too busy to give you any attention. only short good mornings, or good nights. he’d be gone when you woke up, and absent when you went to bed. you were sure he’s absolutely exhausted. the bags under his eyes becoming more prominent day by day. only did he look up from his laptop screen, or his papers say “oh, hello love,” or something like that.

you understood him. you knew he wanted to rave about how much he loved you, you knew how he wanted to lay in your lap and watched as you went on about your day. yet, he couldn’t. he has a full time job as the supreme commander. oh how you missed your aaron.

every time you’ve called him over to take a break, he’d simply say “5 more minutes love, i promise.” but did he fulfill those promises? no. just sweet nothings. 

“love?” he called.

“yes aaron?” you smiled down at him, staring at you from your lap.

“how was your day?” he inquired, causing you to put your book down.

“so-.....”

“aaron?” you tried, looking up from your book, some form of despair in your eyes, and your tone. “yes, love?” he looked up from his screen. you’re sure that was the first time he made full eye contact with you in the last 7 hours. you've been on this couch for 3. it’s 10.36 pm. “c’mere?” you patted your lap. his eyes looked dead, his eye bags only slightly covered by the frame of his working glasses. he unexpectedly got up and walked closer towards you. soon enough, he found peace on your lap, laying down sideways, staring at god knows what. you gently ran your hands into his hair, playing with a few strands. “oh my sweet boy.” you hummed.

how you’ve missed this…

[milkchocolate-e]

You know what? I want us to be in a flower field. I want us to dance underneath the moonlight. I want us to to kiss in the rain. I want us to hold eachother while watching the sunset.

[veri-xo]

i’ll be the love of your life - aaron warner x reader

wc: 311 (yes it’s criminally tiny but i wrote this in like 10 minutes bear with me)

summary: inside your head, after your break up, you still have dreams where you’re still together. little do you know, aaron does too.

pairings: aaron warner x reader

warnings: angst, post-break up depression (ish), pining, some swearing, light sexual content (innuendos and referenced wet dreams, nothing actually happens)

tag list: @mp-littlebit @his-littlefox @pockyyasii @kaffeeine @f4iry-bell

@jamcarven @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @123letsgobestie @tornqdowarnings (been a minute since I posted anything here, lmk if you don’t wanna be tagged anymore)

READER

You wake up panting.

Your dream had been rather interesting to say the least.

Ever since your break up with Aaron, every once in a while you would dream of him. It was stupid. You hadn’t seen him in months yet you still couldn’t get over him.

The dreams had a wide range. In some, it was the day of your break up. Others it was some of you favorite memories with him.

Others were more…scandalous.

Just like this last one. Cursing yourself, you get up to head to the bathroom for a very cold shower. This was your third one this week. It was Tuesday.

You didn’t know why you were having such frequent dreams of him. You shouldn’t even have been thinking of him! Yet here you were again, waking up hours before your alarm to take a cold fucking shower.

You wonder whether or not he still thinks of you…

AARON

Aaron did think of you. A lot. And not always innocently.

He woke up quite early. Earlier than usual, which meant early that could be considered late. His dream had been very…realistic. He could still feel your skin against his, hear your quiet moans, taste your—

No. He had to stop thinking of you. The two of you were finished. Done. End of story. He got up, sighing, and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower. God knows he needed it.

He looks in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. His phone was on the counter. He still had your number saved…

Before he could talk himself out of it, Aaron picked up his phone and went to your contact. His finger hovered over the call button, unsure whether or not he should proceed. It was an ungodly hour. You were most likely asleep…

Fuck it.

Aaron pressed call listening to the ringing. He had fully expected it to go to voicema—

“Aaron?”

“Hi, love.”

[wheresmymilliondollarman]

pls ANYTHING with Aaron Warner. I'm literally living for him and I love your writing.

never go out of style

aaron warner x fem! reader

after a bit of convincing, you decide to let aaron join you and juliette shopping. maybe you should've thought twice on that.

(no specific timeline, but kind of hinted towards after the series ends)

a/n: dw bff i understand ur obsession 🫶ik you guys are waiting for pt 2 of my other aaron work but i'm having some issues with it so i wanted to whip up a quick lil fic for you guys and it also helps with my writing blocks. also in this they all kinda of live together in a base like location still. shorter than my other stuff but hope you enjoy and tysm for supporting my work !!! again i envision hayden as aaron but fancast who u like !!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: clingy aaron, suggestive content, aaron and juliette banter, some grammar errors probably

the sun peaked from the window of your room, shining a light directly toward where you slept peacefully on the bed.

your peace was disrupted by a loud ringing sound coming from your clock on the night stand.

you groaned as you began regaining consciousness from your deep slumber. with your still bleary vision you glanced at the clock, 9 am. you rubbed your eyes and let out a yawn, knowing it was time to get up for the day.

you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, only to be brought back down by a strong arm next to you – face pulled forward into a broad bare chest. for a moment you’d forgotten about your sleeping boyfriend next to you.

“mm, no.” mumbles the man next to you. to make his point cleaer, he slid you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck and naked shoulder comfortably.

both you and aaron rarely ever slept with shirts on. it wasn’t always due to inherently sexual reasons, more-so it’s for aaron’s sake because he’d always make a huge fuss about the fabrics getting in the way of your skins touching directly. aaron is a huge fan of touch, well only your touch. anyone else’s he’d be disgusted by.

much to your bewilderment, he originally wanted to the both of you to slumber bare. much protest came from you for various reasons, including in the case of an emergency everyone needed to evacuate swiftly, the two of you could potentially land in a horribly embarrassing situation.

so, you both settled for a tops off only kind of deal. you were lucky he even let you sleep with your bra on. although, when he was needy or wanted to be a cheeky bastard, he’d take it off in your sleep.

“aaron…” you said in a knowing tone. he was like this almost every morning where you attempted to get out of bed with him. it was really cute, but also really annoying when you had to be somewhere, like right now.

“sorry can’t hear you, very tired. maybe try again in an hour or two.” aaron was very obviously not asleep; but he’s avoiding your pleas of freedom.

you rolled your eyes at his behavior. you couldn’t wait any longer or you’d be late to meet with juliette. so you begun to try and push a hand against aaron’s chest to free yourself of his cuddle prison.

aaron in reaction only squeezed you impossibly tighter. you weren’t weak in strength in any means, but if it’s a competition between you and him; he’ll win everytime.

“c’mon baby, i got places to go.” you tried to coo him into releasing you with a pet name. aaron absolutely loved when you used pet names for him.

“shhh… teddy bears don’t speak.” aaron responds, and puts a finger over your lips for emphasis. man, he was really stubborn this morning.

with the way you are being held hostage, you thought being called a teddy bear wasn’t far off.

that leaves you to your last resort — puppy dog eyes.

you look up at aaron and give him your best pleading eyes, “you know i’d love nothing more than to just stay in bed with you, but please aaron, i really do have to leave.” you plant a quick peck on his lips for extra effect.

aarons eyes soften, you could see he was almost cracking and close into relinquishing his hold on you. so close.

but then the tables turn, he gives you a sad look before saying, “you’re always gone these days doing something with juliette or kenji, is it so bad that i just wish to spend some time with you even if it’s just sleeping in our bed.”

crap, he did a reserve and now pulled puppy dog eyes on you. and worst part is it was working, especially with the sad little voice he was giving.

although, his statement wasn’t all that true, you spend more than enough time with aaron, and barely enough with your friends. but of course in his dramatic mind, any few hours that aren’t spent together felt like a week to him. but you doubt you could even properly compute this argument back to aaron, not while he was looking at you like an injured animal.

juliette was going to kill you for your next words, “how about you come along with me today then.”

aaron face changes tune immediately — a big grin makes it way onto his face. he pulls your face to his and plants various pecks all over your face, making you giggle at his excitement.

it was really hard for you to deny warner at times, he could be really convincing. or maybe you were just easily susceptible to his puppy dog antics.

“well, what are you waiting for, let’s get ready.”

aaron finally releases you and moves to get up from the bed. not even giving you a moment to stretch, he goes on to your side of the mattress and in one movement scoops you you in his arms and walks in the direction to the bathroom.

aaron made quick work of putting you on the counter and getting the water facet to the shower head turned on. he was obviously very eager to join you on whatever you and juliette were going to do.

the two of you showered together. aaron being the clingy man he is, loves when you bith shower together. he likes to wash and scrub your hair for you, lathering it in soap and shampoo. you admit that’s your favorite part because it tends to feel like a nice head massage.

however, showering together can be inconvenient at times because you are sometimes in a rush or just rather be alone. but then he gives you a sad face and you feel bad. even when you try to do it alone while he’s busy, he will manage to worm his way into your space.

aaron helped dry you both off and, ever the fashionista he is, even picked out an outfit for you to wear. he has a habit of doing that, and you can’t deny the pieces he chooses are fabulous.

if you both happen to subtly match, like right now, he’ll claim it was a coincidence — which you do not believe there is any coincidence with that man.

you left to meet up with juliette while aaron finished getting ready, so you could tell her the slight change in your plans for the day.

juliette was longing on her phone in the common place when you saw her. once she noticed you she git up and approached you.

“hey, you ready to go?” julietted asked you as she got her purse from the place she was sitting before.

you chuckled nervously, “uh, you see, about that-“

“so where are we headed off to?” a voice intercepted, wrapping an arm around your shoulder .

your boyfriend had perfect timing as usual.

juliette didn’t let the ‘we’ go unnoticed.

she furrowed her brows, “im, sorry did you just say we?” giving you a quick glance in confirmation.

“oh, y/n didnt tell you i was joining you ladies on whatever it is your doing?” aaron questioned with fame in innocence laced in his voice.

the smug jerk definitely knew you hadn’t got to that yet.

juliette turned her gaze toward you, making a discontented face, “no. it seems she hadn’t informed me of this.”

you winced and gave her a sheepish shrug, trying to say ‘sorry i’m taking my boyfriend along and im springing it up on you right now cus he didn’t even give me a chance to tell you.’

juliette rolled her eyes, "does he even know what we're doing?" she raised a brow in a questioning manner.

aaron once again decided to butt in, looking down in your direction, "yeah, i'd also like to know what it is the three of us are out to do today." putting extra emphasis on the three, likely to annoy juliette further.

oh god. it just dawned on you what juliette and yourself had planned to do today. you realized how much a catastrophe this was a bout to be.

you glanced at juliette, who you deemed also had come to this conclusion.

you turned to face aaron, "we're going shopping."

an hour later.

"nope. absolutely not, change."

you rolled your eyes, you were so close to strangling the beautiful man that was aaron warner. if he spewed out one more opinion on your fashion choices, you were gonna lose your mind.

just as you expected. disaster. you really should've known better than to bring bring along your very honest boyfriend who happens to be obsessed with fashion himself.

in theory, it sounded cute, trying on clothes and showing your best friend and boyfriend all the cute outfits. the avergae boyfriend would say you look great in anything, making you all giddy and happy.

but you didn't have the average boyfriend, you had aaron warner.

to his credit, he had behaved himself on the car ride over (only after stubbornly refusing to drive anything that wasn't his BMW.) he even kept his comments to himself when you entered the store.

the moment you picked up an item of clothing, it was as if the crack in the dam of his mind had finally broken. he started spewing every possible critique that he thought of.

"no, that color will wash you out."

"it's cute you think i'll let you go out like that."

"put that horrendous looking shirt down down and walk away."

"im saying this as a loving boyfriend, are you blind, or do you actually think that's wearable."

juliette was in no way spared from his fashion "advice."

"i'm shooting myself if you pick up another pair of denim blue-jeans."

"i hope your horrible sense of fashion isn't contagious."

both you and juliette ignored him to an extent, she occasionally snarkily replied and then picked something he would hate purposely. aaron eventually gave up on as he put "salvaging the one good percent of juliette's closet" and focused all his attention toward you, much to your misfortune.

you loved aaron's sense of fashion, you really did, but you didn't find it very enjoyable everytime you picked up an item you thought was cute, just for him to snatch it from your grasp

another thing, when it was time to try on your items - aaron refused to wait outside the dressing room, he was very persistent on getting in the dressing rooms with yo he even told the worked in charge of the fitting rooms 'it was nothing he hadn't seen before.'

you gave him smack on the arm for that suggestive remark.

so, now the two of you were cramped into a small dressing room, not that aaron minded - the closer the two of you were, the better.

you did enjoy how he doted on you - zipping up your dressing, helping you put on and remove clothes, planting a small kiss on the top of your shoulder whenever you were dressed.

he would sit down on the small chair in the dressing room and take in your attire, "now give me a little twirl." he teasingly commanded manner.

you shook your head with a grin, then spun around in the flowy fabric of the light pink sundress you were trying on, adorned with small flower embrodiery - it was an "aaron approved" dress on the rack of course.

when you met with his eyes again, he looked as if he were in a trance, hypnotized by your entire being. he was enticed by the clothing that draped you, examining it thoroughly. your face flamed up under his loving gaze.

"well, what do you think?" you asked a bit anxiously, since he hadn't uttered a word since the clothing was put on you.

it was ridiculous to be nervous about your boyfriend's approval, but alas, you couldn't help it when the boyfriend in question is aaron warner.

he was brought back by your soft voice and stared up to you, putting a hand on your hip - bringing you closer to him.

"i think..." he paused, standing up from the small cushion, and cupping your face with his hands, "we should buy it in every color they have."

aaron then started sloppily covering your face in kisses, each one after the next. you attempt to weakly push him away, not putting much force into it.

"aaron you're going to smudge my makeup!" you cooly scolded.

aaron looks down to you, leaning his face closer to yours, "my love, if i always cared about smudging your makeup, i'd never be able to kiss you." he replies smoothly.

little moments like this truly made all of the mayhem of the day worth it. mostly.

"now, love, hurry up and try the next one on. i chose that one myself."

"but juliette hasn't even seen this one yet." you brought up your best friend, who was trying on her on choices a few doors down.

"who cares what juliette's opinion is, her fashion taste is a worn out t-shirt and jeans." aaron sassily retorted.

"i heard that you asshole!" juliette bellowed over to aaron from the inside of her dressing room.

aaron remains unfazed by her disruption, "ignore her, put on the next one."

you give aaron a glare at his behavior to juliette, but comply go to the door in your room to get the piece he keeps referring to.

you gape at the fabric hung before you, doing a double-take to ensure you had seen it correctly. oh you're boyfriend was sly.

you hold the clothing in your hand and turn to face him, "aaron, this is lingerie."

he smirks, "i suppose it is."

heat was beginning to rise from your neck to your cheeks, you played it off with a scoff, "i'm not changing into this unless you turn around."

aaron gives you a disapproving look, as if to say 'seriously?' - "nothing i haven't seen before."

"just turn!" you scolded at him.

"alright love, no need to get so feisty." he teased then finally turn his back to you. you hated when he teased you terribly. you almost gave him a smack on his back for that, but decided against it.

you started removing the clothing on your body, reminding yourself to show juliette the dress later. you grabbed the lingerie aaron picked, it was green colored lace two piece set - the top had lace on the cups, a corset like style for the waist with 3 light green ribbons going down, and a mesh fabric with lace trimming the edges draped from the bottom of your rib area and covered your butt almost fully. the underwear was a simple lace thong the same color as the top.

it was beautiful, and you shouldn't have expected any less since your loving fashion expert boyfriend chose it.

once the lingerie was on, you looked at yourself in the long vertical mirror placed in the center of the room.

you admit you thought you look pretty good in the set. you had a few nightwear pieces, but those looked plain in comparison to the on you had on.

your noticed aaron's back in the mirror and suddenly remembered he was waiting for you to put on the lingerie.

your smooths down the top with your hands, then turned to aaron's direction, "ok, you can turn around now."

aaron mutter a small 'finally' before twisting to see you. the first thing he did was stare at you, his jaw slacking and eyes widening.

he was silent for so long, you started to get insecure if he thought it looked bad on you. you nervously laugh, "do you like it or-"

the question went unfinished because in an instant aaron took one large step towards you, pushed you against the mirror and passionately kissed you. you were thrown so off guard, you stumbled with your feet, stabilizing yourself by placing you hands on aaron's shoulders.

aaron's hands started wandering down your body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. aaron's lips were almost devouring yourself, kissing you with need and eagerness.

you were the first to pull away for air with a grin, aaron's lips followed yours, not ready to end the kiss. you had to gently put a hand on the side of his face to pull him back enough to let you breathe.

the haze that was clouding you for a moment cleared - reminding yourself you still were in the dressing room.

the first thing you did was laugh, then ask, "so i'm gonna assume you like it?"

aaron leans his face towards your, pressing your foreheads together and whispers, "love, if we don't pack up and go pay soon, i'm going to commit some horrible acts to you right here in this dressing room."

later

"well, i can say with full confidence this was the worst shopping trip, in the history of shopping trips to ever exist." juliette announced to the entire car as she drove back to the base.

"maybe next time you shouldn't come along then." aaron retorted from the backseat where the both of you were seated. (aaron was insistent on both of you in the back instead of one in the passenger seat and one in the back seat.)

"you're the one who wasn't even suppose to come! y/n only brought you along because you're a clingy boyfriend."

"i don't know what you mean by that, i'm not clingy." aaron defended, crossing his arms over his chest, like a stubborn child would.

you couldn't help, but let out a small laugh, you tried covering up with a cough. aaron snapped his head in your direction, furrowing his brow, "do you think i'm clingy?"

"no- well, maybe a little.. but it's not a bad thing." you tried to reassure him. your boyfriend's clinginess could be a little much, but honestly the feeling of being loved so much by someone was worth any small inconveniences.

aaron tugs you closer to his seat, wrapping an arm around you. "well, it's not my fault i love you so much" he tells you, giving a small peck on your lips, "if anything i'm reeling in at least half of my clinginess."

you raise a brow at this, not quite believing that, "i can't imagine how you could possibly top your regular behavior."

"oh, i can always be much worse, love" he cockily says leaning his head down closer to yours.

juliette interrupted your shared moment with a comment, reminding you both of her presence in the front seat, "i'm gonna throw up from all this sappiness."

aaron as always was quick to come up with a cynical reply,"not our fault you and kent have the emotional connection of a brick."

"hey!"

[masivechaos]

You fell in love, pretty boy?

── ☆ kenji kishimoto x fem! ferrars! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Kenji fell in love with you, but he doesn't dare tell you.

── ☆ Warning/content: nothing, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1k words- aaah first shatter me fic for my boy kenji i love him so much

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“She’s so pretty,” Kenji whispered in Juliette’s ear who playfully rolled her eyes. She was used to Kenji rambling about how much you were the woman of his dreams. She found it adorable, Kenji was her best friend and she couldn’t think of a better person for you, her sister, than him.

Juliette chuckled, “Yeah, it’s just the third time you said it today,” she said as she took a bite of her lunch. Kenji was already done with his food and was waiting for her for the training they had to do this afternoon.

Kenji may seem like a confident boy, he was actually terrified at the idea of confessing to you. But his love for you already slipped out of his mouth sometimes, it was like keeping sand between your two hands. There are always some grains that fall.

When you tried on new outfits Omega Point gave you, he couldn’t stop himself from telling you how beautiful you looked to him. When he realised what he just did, he turned the compliment into a flirty joke.

Kenji was a boy with a golden heart, full of love to give. He knew he had this power inside of him, he knew he could love the shit out of someone. And apparently, his heart decided that this someone would be you. 

You stayed on his mind for the rest of the day. The way your smile brightened when you were proud of Juliette. The spark in your eye when you were laughing at Kenji’s jokes. Your pouty lips when you’re not satisfied with your work. Everything about you.

“Kenji?” The man jumped from surprise, not expecting you in front of him. Your teleportation power always had the ability to scare him.

“God, don’t do that!” he was clutching his heart dramatically. You laughed loudly at his antics and Kenji’s heart melted at the sound.

“Sorry,” you chuckled.

“Is there a reason why you appeared in my room?”

Your lips extended into a grin “Nothing special. I just wanted to see you.” Kenji’s face and neck flushed and he let out an awkward ‘huh’. You shook your head with a laugh “No but for real? I wanted to give you this back.”

Kenji glanced down at your hands to see a book he stole from Castle that you borrowed a few days ago “You’re already done? I took so much time to read it,” he said with a defeated tone.

“Insomnia,” you answered, the smug smile on your lips changed into a kind one, you knew he didn’t like being a slow reader, it made him feel dumb actually.

“Did you like it?”

“No, you warned me but it didn't think it could that bad,” you chuckled

He laughed “Yeah, me neither. Not like I liked any book I’ve read.Well maybe just one, the book you recommended to me.” Silence settled between the two of you, waves of laughter dying in your throat as you looked at each other softly.

“I-” you said after a long minute of nothing, “I- I need to go,” you stuttered. You didn’t know you could feel flustered next to Kenji. Hot blood rushing to your cheek, you turned around, your back facing him and started to go before he grabbed your hand.

“Wait!” 

He had to be brave now. He had to be the man he always wanted to be. He had to give all the love he got. He let out a long sigh, intimidated by your gaze on him. Weirdly, seeing him like this made you feel bolder and you were able to look him in the eyes without flinching.

Your lips crooked into a smirk “What?” you said as you stepped closer to Kenji, your nose almost touching his. You watched as his mouth fell agape “You fell in love, pretty boy?”

His ears turned bright red and no word could get out of his mouth “I-I…”

Kenji froze in front of you. You didn’t expect this simple sentence to have such an effect on him. Almost instinctively, you got closer to him, and soon your nose ended up brushing his “You did fall in love, huh?” you smiled as you whispered softly.

“Uh… I-” Kenji stuttered. “Yeah,” he finally said, almost inaudibly. You let out a soft chuckle before leaning in and letting your mouth capture his in a kiss.

“Good thing I fell in love with you too, then.”

Kenji grinned at you, some would say ‘like an idiot’ but you would qualify him as ‘in love’. With the tip of his finger he traced the bone of your jaw, the curves of your lips. He leaned in, kissing you with as much love and softness he could have, making sure you understood the energy and feelings that were living inside of him. 

He felt like fireworks were bursting inside of him, because you were finally his and he could love you as much as he did, because he could finally show someone the true and pure nature of his heart. Because he was finally yours and he could be loved, because he finally found someone that understood the true and pure nature of his heart, someone that would reciprocate the almost overwhelming love he was feeling.

You kissed him back, just as lovingly, but slowly you deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. 

“Kenji you nee-” you heard Juliette’s voice and immediately pulled away from each other, breaking the passionate embrace that was uniting you both. Shock was written on her face before a smirk found her lips. “Oh… I see,” she smiled, giving you both a knowing look. “I wish I didn’t have to interrupt this passionate moment but Kenji I need you to come with me, Castle’s asking for a council.”

Kenji shared a look with you and, when you thought he was going to walk away, he pressed a gentle peck to your temple “See you later,” he whispered before leaving his room.

“Whenever I have time, we’re talking!” Juliette grinned before leaving too. As she walked away you heard her saying “We’re going to talk too!” to Kenji who’s cheeks were still flushed from the kiss.

⋆ ★ kenji kishimoto taglist: @meredarling @mellozhi

[fwoglett]

🌿 Peace at last 🌿

Yamato truly deserves a good, long, comfy nap. He's put up with so much hassle his entire life- he deserves some time to relax~

[tariah23]

Thinking about it now, (I forgot….) but were Sasuke and Naruto purposely placed on the same team for the sole purpose of using Sasuke as a tool to control the kyuubi right from the very beginning…? To further place surveillance over Naruto’s life so that they’d be able to keep him on a chain whenever he leaves the village for missions and so on. That’s so ugly…

[sasukesun]

fem!naruto struggling with misogyny because she doesn’t fit in the femininity standards and fem!sasuke struggling with misogyny because she is constantly objectified, especially for her looks, and people (mostly men) are creepy towards her

[sasukeless]

princess

[grandestheart]

BEDTIME - aaron warner x fem!reader

characters ~ aaron warner x fem!reader, warner daughter

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req? yes (anon)

synopsis ~ aaron and you just welcomed your first beautiful child into the world. While you are recovering from the birth, aaron is doing everything possible to help <3

a/n ~ this is a req from an anon so thank you so much! I’ve never written for aaron before so I hope you like it! p.s I’m a bit awkward writing x reader so please forgive me 😭

“Aaron.” you groaned, he looked up. “yes, love?” “why are you attempting to build a cot?” Aaron looked down at the hammer in his hands,“well-“ you raised an eyebrow at your husband. “I was trying to help but I can’t seem to work-“

“Aaron.” Aaron dropped the hammer with a sigh, he stepped towards you and dropped a kiss on your head, “we have people coming to make it in like 20 minutes, if you want to help can you go feed her?”

“anything for you love.”

-.-

30 minutes later you walked into yours and aarons living room, the man you hired to make your baby girls crib had just left after a cup of coffee. “Aaron?” Aaron was on your soft grey sofa with your daughter in his arms, gently cradling her while feeding her a bottle. “Is she ok?” You moved to sit next to him. “yes yes, she doing amazing, I think she’s fallen asleep though. I didn’t want to wake her.” Aaron ran a finger over her wisps of blonde hair, a smile working its way across his face. “Perfect! we can put her to sleep in her new cot, see how she likes it.” Aaron nodded in agreement, and gently handed you your daughter.

-.-

You and Aaron both stood over your daughters cot, her tiny face snuggled into pink blankets. “She’s so beautiful Aaron.” you turned to face your husband who was also staring into her cot, “just like her mama, huh?” Aaron smiled, his emerald eyes brighter than before. “Aaron!” you playfully smacked him, “what? I’m just being honest.” you pressed a kiss to your husband’s beautiful face.

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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Random Naruto Rant 1

Shino was a fashion icon far ahead of his time, all of his fits was hard as hell and he knew his fits was hard as hell 😭🔥

His Shippuden design was easily one of my favorites like the layering and the look of it all is just so sick

Kishimoto made up for his lack of screen time and development with his fits and I guess I can forgive him for that cz everything Shino puts on is a masterpiece (excluding his Boruto fit 😔)

[sanjiaftersex]

Kishimoto trying to write any interaction between sasuke and naruto

[sassykinzonline]

sometimes its actually alarming HOW uncritically the naruto fandom looks at the text like because something isnt "shown" in canon/on-screen (it usually is, but just implicitly) people think it means it couldnt have happened and therefore making sweeping statements about the character like "theyre just weak" or "they make no sense"

as usual im going to focus on naruto (😌) heres an example but it applies to many others (itachi, gaara, neji, hinata,...me)

here are some things we know about naruto:

he is inexplicably talented at taijutsu despite having no mentor

he created sexy jutsu for attention from older men (he craves a father figure)

he is rather repulsed by affection aside from certain people

he relies on shadow clones to outnumber his enemies and protect him from damage, as well as acting like diversions (he only later on seems to learn to use them practically as well, and he doesnt use them as an actual team iirc)

he represses his memories and life severely if they cause him distress or negative emotion, and when he doesnt do that it causes him to lose complete control of himself in anger

some of these things are basic signs of a child who has been abused in multiple ways (particularly verbally, physically, and sexually), but also just logically how is it possible that naruto became proficient at taijutsu when he didnt train with anyone and had no teacher to correct him? why would it be important to naruto to have, what are essentially, human shields? why does naruto freely tolerate physical abuse he receives while others openly complain about it? why would that lead to naruto eventually wanting to defend/protect everyone in tandom with ANOTHER orphan who feels the same? why would WE not be able to have a clear directly depicted answer to this as a reader?

idk to me personally there are a lot of things people say are "headcanons" are just things they logically put together based on subtext, and theres a reason why a vast majority of people who read the same text come to the same conclusion. it seems like this is a lot less common in manga form (i dont read manga so i wouldnt know, i understand different mediums have different communication norms but some things are just literary basics), so its the first time ive encountered this "why does everyone believe in [some idea not said in plain english]? it's never said anywhere!" logic...it doesnt need to be. there are certain clues and patterns youre supposed to be able to draw conclusions for based on common life experiences (archetypes/universal symbols).

if you can do these above steps and come to a conclusion, and a plurality of people come to the same conclusion, it was probably intentional on the author's part. if the author explicitly states its not intentional, then sure, but that doesnt take away from how/why the story is impactful because the author may not even realize theyre doing it. an easy example i can think of is tsunade's fear of blood, where its meant to symbolize death, but in her case also ends up symbolizing love wrt her relationships with naruto and jiraiya. and thanks to blood gaining this symbolism through tsunade, when you see uchiha tears of blood, you instantly make those same connections. then you think back to gaara screaming about having never seen his blood (coming from his forehead where that tattoo of his is......), then the eventual resolution of that being an inversion of the symbolism the manga establishes when he battles his father during the war.

more than anything though i find it kind of concerning that adults sit around laughing at obviously what is meant to be traumatic. as if there arent people in your life who sit around with these same experiences and signs, with something they havent told you about because theyre afraid youll laugh at them.