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more bestie Sasuke and Hinata(aka Naruto fanclub)
hinata exited:he did the thing! Sasuke also exited: he did? hinata: yeah! Sakura: what’s the thing? Sasuke: …. Hinata blushes and runs away:
Sasuke: … Sakura: … Sasuke: you saw nothing
Sakura: ??????
Todo el esfuerzo es inútil, si no crees en tí mismo. ✨️
Might Guy (Gai sensei) ✨️
No dejes que nada te desvie del camino que te has fijado y mantenlo hasta el final. Se fiel a el y enorgulleceme. Se todo lo que quieras ser. ✨️
Might Guy (Gai sensei)✨️
Algunas veces debes salir herido para saber, caer para crecer, perder para luego ganar. Porque las lecciones más grandes de la vida se aprenden a través del dolor. ✨️
Pain ✨️
Incluso el más fuerte de los oponentes siempre tiene una debilidad. ✨️
Itachi Uchiha ✨️
Es necesario tener paciencia si quieres lograr tus objetivos. ✨️
Obito Uchiha ✨️
En el mundo ninja, aquellos que rompen las reglas son escoria, pero aquellos que abandonan a sus amigos, son peor que escoria. ✨️
Obito Uchiha ✨️
Waking Him Up to Tell Him You Love Him (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Libero and Wing Spiker Version) Part 2
A/N: part 2 with Konoha even tho I don’t know his character👀 the pictures just don’t freaking fitttt
Nishinoya, Tanaka, Goshiki, and Kyoutani
Sorry for always camping on your requests 🙈🙈 but uhh dhhshd can i request a kuroo x reader (or if u do konoha pls do konoha) angst au with the song i cant make you love me by bon iver?
One-Sided Future (Konoha x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: It’s hard to see a person fall in love with another who never intends on sharing a future with that person. It’s even harder when that person is you. (Based on “I Can’t Make You Love Me” by Bon Iver)
A/N: I’m really sorry this is so late, but I sincerely hope you like it. It might not be what you were expecting, but I saw a comment on the video of the song that just inspired me and also broke my heart, so I just hope you feel the same with this angsty fic. Again, I really hope you like it!
Word count: 900
He was warm.
The bed shook as he slipped under the covers, arms wrapping around you while you feigned sleep.
Why did it hurt so much?
His grip on you never tightened. It was as simple as that.
His chest was hot near your back. You couldn’t feel it’s solidity anymore though.
There was a wall between you and Konoha now. Every inch of space between you two created a wall. You didn’t like it.
You couldn't stop it.
Sitting in silence, you waited until his breathing slowed. Then you shifted in his grip, moving closer to feel him while also turning to face him. This was the closest you had gotten in weeks.
He was so peaceful in his sleep, dirty blond hair splayed against his pillow. You couldn’t see his dark eyes behind his closed lids, and for that you were thankful.
In moments like these, you could pretend they still held love. You could pretend they would still squint in delight at the sight of you. You could pretend their pupils would still widen when you embraced him in a hug.
But the fact was that they didn’t. Your hopes, your requited love, your shared future, it was all just a dream. A fruitless dream.
In your own eyes, Konoha was the one. One day, you wished you two would get married and spend the rest of your lives together. You wanted to walk down the aisle under his adoring gaze. You wanted to dip your toes in the hot sand of a gorgeous beach beside his grinning form. You wanted to watch him spill a single tear at the sight of a newborn in his arms.
A whole future was visible before your eyes. Every detail was beautiful. Not perfect, but beautiful.
Konoha couldn’t see it. He didn’t want to see it. God, how you wanted him to see it, wanted him to want it. But he didn’t.
Nothing was more hopeless than that wish. The idea of being together forever, loving each other for the rest of your lives was nothing but a pipe dream. Not even a pipe dream. It was just a damn dream. One you needed to let go.
Tonight would be your last night in his arms. You should have ended it before he joined you in the bed, but you just wanted to feel him one last time. It was a lapse in judgement, but a final farewell all the same.
Tomorrow you will move on. Tomorrow you’ll let him go and carry on with your life. You’ll let him find someone else, someone who wanted the same things he wanted.
And maybe one day you could find someone for yourself.
Still, it hurt to think that there was nothing you could do. There was nothing left to salvage in your relationship.
How…
How can someone possibly describe the pain?
It wasn’t physical, but it was damn near close. Your heart was… aching, yearning for reciprocity.
Konoha wanted a girlfriend. He wanted movie dates and posters at volleyball games. Study nights and silly little pranks. Posts and pictures online of the two of you everywhere and anywhere.
You wanted the love of your life. A man to marry and have children with. Someone to hug in joy as you watched first steps, listened to first words. Someone to go to for comfort when work was stressful or when college days began.
Konoha wanted good times.
You wanted commitment. But you couldn’t force that on him. So yes, tonight was the last night with him.
So you wiped away your tears and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close, intertwining your legs with his.
He was warm. He always was.
Then you closed your damp eyes and laid your head against his chest, letting out a broken sob when his hands squeezed just a bit tighter.
You promised yourself this was it. This was the last night you would be in his arms. Then you would let him go. You promised.
Then you fell asleep.
***
Within the span of a month, Konoha’s arm had already fallen over another girl’s shoulder.
Within the span of a month, you still felt just as much love for him as you did when you let him go. But the truth was clear before your eyes.
You couldn’t force him to be with you for your own dreams.
You couldn’t force him to love you.
Zeus in Konoha at night!
This is probably one of my best digital drawings including a background where I didn’t need a reference for the pose so I’m very proud of it :)))
Also I know the lunar is weird and the hand is weird don’t judge I didn’t realize till I was done with it ;-;
I created my own stamp for my acc so hopefully it looks cool?
My Naruto OC!
He’s the protagonist of a fanfic in writing on Wattpad called The Demon Prince :)
Summary if you are interested in the fanfic :) :
When a fanboy of Naruto is suddenly sucked into the world, what can he exactly do except save everyone?
Oh and did I mention that he is a Demon Prince?
It’s an OC x Various work lol
• inspired by magazines, posters of various bands •
hi! could i request a managerial duties fic with the fukurodani team?
Hello :D You can!
I wrote this in a silly goofy mood, if you can't tell lolol
Enjoy <33
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Managerial Duties: Fukurodani
Being a manager for Fukurodani Academy’s boys’ volleyball team was a bit like being the conductor of an orchestra that had no intention of following the sheet music. Between Bokuto’s mood swings, Konoha’s snark, and the constant low hum of chaos that seemed to follow Komi like a shadow, your days were never dull.
But somehow, it worked.
Maybe it was Akaashi’s unshakeable calm, or Washio’s quiet reliability. Maybe it was the way Sarukui knew when to reel Bokuto back with just a look, or how the other two managers—Yukie and Kaori—had learned to tag-team any brewing disaster before it hit critical mass. The team was loud, ridiculous, occasionally impossible, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
You’d been with them long enough now that their habits were second nature. You knew who needed water before they asked, who always forgot their kneepads, who preferred warm-ups in silence and who needed to scream themselves into the zone. You’d taped ankles, refereed arguments, restocked first-aid kits, and once used a mop handle to redirect a rogue serve mid-flight.
So naturally, the one time you stepped out of the gym to speak with a teacher, chaos found its way in without you.
The package arrived during warmups. A small cardboard box, scuffed at the corners, with your name written neatly on the top in permanent marker. No return address. No label.
Kaori found it by the entrance and placed it on the bench, assuming you’d handle it when you got back.
But Bokuto saw it.
He was mid-warmup, mid-laugh even, when something square and cardboard caught his eye from across the gym. Like a hawk sighting prey, his eyes zeroed in and he made a beeline for the bench.
Before anyone could react, he was already crouching in front of the package, fingers hovering over the taped seam.
“Bokuto-san, don’t—”
Smack.
Kaori’s hand came down on his faster than lightning, swatting his fingers away just before he could peel back the flap.
Bokuto yelped, more offended at being stopped than anything else, still pointing dramatically at the box like it had personally challenged him to a duel. He cradled his hand with exaggerated care, rubbing it as if he'd just been grievously injured. "Oww, what was that for?" he whined, lower lip jutting out.
“It’s not yours,” Yukie said immediately, sliding in front of it like a bodyguard.
“Aw c'mon!” Bokuto cried, jogging over. “What if it’s important?! Or fragile?! Or snack-related?! I mean—it was sent to a manager, so it’s stuff for us, right?!”
“Then she’ll open it when she gets back,” Konoha muttered, clearly unimpressed.
“But what if she wants us to open it for her?”
“She doesn’t,” Kaori said flatly.
“You don’t know that!”
“You don’t know that she does,” Akaashi chimed in, walking past with a towel draped over his shoulders. “And opening someone else’s package is literally a crime.”
Bokuto paused, scandalized. “Wait. Really?”
“Federal offense,” Akaashi confirmed, not even stopping.
“Yeah, that’s like... a serious thing,” Sarukui added.
Komi nodded enthusiastically. “You could totally get arrested.”
“Or banned from deliveries for life,” Konoha threw in with a shrug.
“I think that’s made up,” Washio said, but no one contradicted him.
Bokuto groaned. “This system is broken.”
“I bet it’s mysterious,” Komi offered, grinning. “Like something cursed. Or magical. Or both.”
“It’s probably just more athletic tape,” Sarukui said.
“No, no, no,” Bokuto shook his head. “It could be owls.”
“Why would someone send owls to the school gym?” Washio asked.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Bokuto countered.
The entire team was crowded around the bench now, forming a semicircle of ridiculous anticipation. The box sat there, untouched, radiating unearned power.
Kaori had her arms crossed. “No one’s opening it.”
Yukie nodded. “Not unless you want to explain to Coach why you’re committing petty theft.”
“And a federal offense,” Akaashi added as he passed.
Yukie groaned. “Right. And a federal offense.”
Just then, the gym doors opened.
You stepped in, unaware of the tension until twelve pairs of eyes swiveled to you at once.
“What did I miss?” you asked slowly, eyebrows raised.
Everyone pointed.
“Box,” Bokuto said gravely.
“Highly suspicious,” Komi added.
Akaashi sighed. “Please tell them it’s not cursed.”
You blinked at the package. “Oh. That’s just the kneepads my uncle donated.”
Silence.
Bokuto looked devastated. “It’s what?”
“Kneepads.” You opened the box casually, pulling out a neat stack of new gear. “He runs a sports supply store. Said he had extras.”
“You’re telling me,” Bokuto said slowly, “I waited fifteen minutes to NOT see a magical owl?”
“Yes?” you replied, mildly confused.
“…I mean, that’s cool too, I guess,” he muttered, thinking about it for a second. Then, as if deciding he could live with the outcome, he gave a small nod, still pouting a little. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay with this.”
Washio nodded. “I like kneepads.”
You grinned. “Good. Because there’s enough for all of you.”
One by one, you handed the kneepads out, and the team eagerly grabbed their pairs, excitedly comparing colors and sizes before jogging off to try them on over their uniforms. Bokuto was already halfway across the gym, yelling something about testing them with a jump serve.
You turned to find Yukie and Kaori standing off to the side, arms crossed.
“So,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “they were debating what was in the box, and the majority vote was a magical owl?”
Kaori rubbed her face with both hands. “Don’t even ask.”
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Bitches be like: I will probably post more here but don't
That's me I'm bitches
(Top pic is from 8/15 this year and the other is from last year's 8/15.)
Mekakushi Dan embarrassing
and another one