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COM: Gaara x Reader - Chat Rooms and Cookies [2/3]Chat Rooms and Cookies
I was surprised at the attention this received, being that it was a commission and not something from a series! Thanks for the pleasant surprise, guys! Glad you like it!
I’m kind of digging the modern thing with these characters. Gaara is a perfect fit for the punky goth recluse type, don’t you think? He’d be the secret nerd. Or just slightly better than a Shikamaru – he’s smart but instead of being lazy he just flat out refuses to do homework because it’s beneath him and infuriatingly easy. Like a mockery.
Mmmm…I think I feel some oneshots coming on.
“Could you get that, Gaara? I’m not decent.” Kankuro’s voice echoed from the shared shower.
Gaara rolled his eyes. Witchii’s idle, though. It won’t hurt.
Gaara x Reader - Perverted Moments: True Ending
Continued from part one:
“Pardon me, Jirobei-san, but Mr. and Mrs. Yuu request your presence.” Katsuro bowed to him. He gave you a soft smile. Jirobei sighed through his nose, setting down his chopsticks. It wasn’t the first time he’d been called away to confirm details of the wedding so you thought nothing of it.
“Mind if we sit down?” your disbelieving eyes landed on a familiar and painted face. A blonde giggled childishly beside him, clearly amused by your surprise.
“Temari! Kankuro!” you stood up, chopsticks clattering against the rim of your vegetable soup bowl as they spun slightly. “What are you doing here?!”
“Where’s the other one?” Jirobei asked. His aged eyes narrowed slightly. You brushed off the noticeable bristling and skepticism.
“Otherwise engaged.” replied Temari coolly, giving him a respectful nod. The c
Teasing [Sabaku no Gaara Drabble]
[Name] sighed as she reached up to wipe the sweat from her brow, glancing around her. Why was it always so hot here? She often found herself wishing that she lived in a desert that at least had cool nights. Even the nights here were humid and made her sweat.
“What are you doing?” came a voice from behind her, causing [Name] to turn around, smiling when she saw who addressed her.
“Gaara... I'm just moving these pots for my mom,” she stated, motioning towards the giant clay pots on the ground. Her mother liked to make and sell pottery, so [Name] helped her out when she didn't have anything else to do.
“Let me help,” Gaara stated, the sand below the pots beginning to move as he continued to stare at the [color] haired girl in front of him. He could tell that [Name] was feeling hot and he smiled at her, deciding to tease her. No doubt his village would go crazy if they found out their Kazekage was dating anybody.
While [Name] was distracted watching him
Thought You Should Know [Kakashi x Reader]“All right, that’s good! Good defense, keep it up!” You smiled approvingly to yourself as you watched your students spar. The cell you had been assigned this term wasn’t the strongest or the most talented, but they certainly had the most heart and gusto of any team you had instructed. The three boys interacted as a strong, cohesive unit while on a mission, like warriors while training, and like brothers while at rest. You couldn’t have been more proud of the group than you were at this moment.
Even after just having come back from their first B Rank mission—an escort and protect job for some rich merchant—the first thing they wanted to do was jump into training. Rather than being exhausted and ready for a break, they seemed even more pumped and wanted to surpass the other Rookies.
You leaned back against the cool bark of a tree, one leg balancing your weight with your arms crossed casually over your chest as you barked more orders at your belov
Obedient [Kiba Inuzuka Ficlet]
Kiba frowned as [Name] turned around and left, leaving him alone with the guys by himself. He wished she would have stayed; he loved his friends and all, but he loved her too and she kept their annoying comments at bay because, well, they were all afraid of her. Sighing, he leaned back against the wooden post he was sitting in front of, looking over at Naruto as the blonde walked towards him, a grin on his face.
“What is it?” he questioned, blinking curiously. Maybe he was a tab bit lost as to why his blond friend was smiling the way that he was. Was Naruto planning on starting some trouble already? Not even fifteen seconds after [Name] had left them all alone?
“Why don't you go after her Kiba?” Naruto asked, the grin still on his face as he leaned against another of the wooden poles.
“Huh? Why would I want to go after her if she wanted to leave? Obviously, she has other stuff to do,” he mumbled, not liking the idea of her being so busy he couldn't s
Fruity [Deidara Drabble]
“Hey Deidara! I have a question!” [Name] called, getting the blond bombers attention as he walked down the hallway of their current base. Sighing, Deidara turned to look over his shoulder at [Name] as she walked over to him, wondering what she could possibly want now. On his level of irritation, she was in third place, after Tobi and that stupid Uchiha.
“What do you want now, un?” he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest to let the small girl know how annoyed he was that she had dared stop him while he was, well, not busy but not wanting to talk to her either. That was kind of why he had kept walking in the first place, after all.
“How do you know that you're gay?” she questioned, a bright smile on her face. Deidara glared down at her; this dumb question again! Most of the time he just ignored her, but for some reason, he felt the need to indulge her today.
“How [Name]? What would you know about being gay anyways, hm?” he questione
Basket Weaving (Deidara x Reader)
Slight crack story! :iconheplz:
He bent down to examine the sculpture. “Hmmm...” After a moment of quiet observation, he pulled back and clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Nope. Un.”
You hung your head in exhaustion. “But I really tried this time...”
“Well,” he replied stolidly, “I don't see it.”
Your jaw tightened but you didn't respond. For two hours you had been stuck in a smelly, hot room with a pyromaniac who refused to let you leave until you made the “perfect” art. He had given you a leering grin when relating this news to you, and something inside your mind nagged that you were probably going to die. There was no way to please someone like him – an egotistical, self-centered and vain bastard who would gladly marry his artwork if it were possible. Basically, you were screwed.
You gripped the clay so tightly it oozed between your fingers. “
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