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g8arakun · 2 years
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missing Gaara hours
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Skater boy in ur city !
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Babe
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g8arakun · 3 years
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I’m evaporating into thin air.
@/ 7rOrZr
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g8arakun · 3 years
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😍😩
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Junior High AU except some time has passed now Shinki’s in university 
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I’m crying this is so so cute
Hello. Can you do a scenario of Gaara and his SO making dinner together? I would love to read it.
[Gaara X Reader] Curry
Pairing: Gaara x gn!Reader
Note: Hello anon! Your request is absolutely adorable!!! This one is so so so cute. In short, it's Gaara and curry :DD I'm sorry for the lack of creativity in the title, I don't know how to name it :DD Without further ado, hope you'll enjoy this one!
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Gaara went home earlier than usual, stationing himself in the kitchen as he scanned over various recipes to make curry. He noticed you have been working restlessly recently since the seasonal temperature change got an expected wave of fever to the village. Just as he was thinking about your peaceful and joyous dinner together, the door to your shared place opened, and you strode in with exhaustion prevalent on your features.
“Welcome home, love,” you greeted, eyes fixated on the potatoes and carrots he had laid out in perfect rows on the kitchen counter.
You mused, making your way over to his standing figure and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling your head into his back as you inhaled his comfortable scent, “What are you making?”
“Curry rice,” he gladly answered, “I prepared a bath for you.”
You jumped slightly and pecked his cheek, playfully thanking him before taking your leave. While you were submerging your frazzled body in the warm water, you could not help but wonder how the red-haired was handling the situation in the kitchen. Gaara could cook, but only simple dishes that involved minimal technical skills. In fact, he usually prepared and washed the ingredients, then you would normally take the responsibility to cook them afterward. Gaara had no trouble seasoning the food, but you were weary but more curious as to how he was doing so far. To intrigued to wait any longer, you leaped out of the bathtub and threw on some comfy clothes, and went to Gaara, who was hunching over the counter, assumedly cutting something.
The red-haired successfully peeled the potatoes and he was cutting them into small cubes by the time you stood by his side, observing with uncertainty. He smiled blatantly, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out, you can go take a rest.”
“What have you done so far?”
“I’m boiling the water,” he recalled, “oh shoot!”
Gaara dropped the knife and rushed to the stove right on time to lower the heat, seconds away from a potential disaster caused by the boiling pot full of water.
“Let me help you,” you offered, “did you prepare the chicken yet, or beef?”
“Already,” he beamed, though sounding apologetic, “it’s in the fridge.”
You stepped back to stand next to him at the cutting board and both of you resumed cutting. You shared a comfortable silence with Gaara, the only audible sound being the chops when the blades of your knives hit the wooden board. Gaara nudged you by your shoulder, “You really don’t have to help me, Y/N. I know your day has been laborious.”
“I want to help,” you insisted, whimsically adding, “besides, I don’t know when dinner would be served if I don’t help Chef Gaara out. I care for my dear tummy, love.”
“I can cook myself,” he huffed, "I'll do just fine."
“You just put half a potato aside without cutting it into cubes, Gaara,” you reminded him, stifling a laugh as you did.
The red-haired was embarrassed as he retrieved the said object and chopped it with a mild grudge. You found him too adorable to resist the urge to tease him further, “I told you. If I weren’t here we would be having halves of potatoes lying on our plates already. You just invented a new way to make curry.”
Gaara could not hold his laugh either. He always found it at ease to spend his time with you. You brought a bundle of love and joy to his life—you were his serenity and home. He chuckled, “I’m so happy to have you as my taste tester. It’s my honor.”
You decided to return his verbal challenge with a physical one. But since your hands were busied, you smugly swayed your hips and pushed him out of stance. However, Gaara had splendid reflex—too keen for your liking—as he skillfully dodged your attack, making you lost your balance, and you tumbled on your legs. You braced yourself for a rough landing but Gaara luckily caught you in the air, his strong arm circling your waist as he bolstered your body with ease. You released a sigh of relief, calming your flustered heartbeat, “That was terrifying. Thanks for catching me, Chef.”
“No problem,” he whistled, “I like the nickname though, Sous Chef.”
The two of you finished making dinner with, fortunately, no other accidents. The food came out nice, partially due to your rumbling stomachs, but you could not deny the appetizing display that Gaara crafted, together with the piquant scent of curry. You sat at the table when the red-haired proudly served your plate, “Bet it’s amazing.”
You swallowed a spoonful and hummed at the aftertaste, “Delicious indeed.”
Gaara grinned at the accolade and settled down across the table. Halfway through your meal, you spotted something peculiar—it was a heart-shaped carrot cube. You glanced at him and he gave you a funny look, “What? Does it taste bad or something?”
Your eyes drifted back down to the orange object, coated with a thin layer of curry, and up at his once more. Your heart melted at the sight as Gaara smiled at you with tenderness laced in his gaze. He put down his utensils and propped both hands up under his chin, “There’s more.”
Your orbs sparkled and you immediately dug through your plate, trying to find what he implied. Then, you discovered another letter ‘I’ and a ‘U’. All the puzzle pieces seemed to have connected themselves together in your head. You playfully exclaimed, “You’re too cute.”
“Can you use something else but cute,” he muttered indifferently but had a hint of adoration for your comment.
“I love you,” you delighted, “thanks for everything, love.”
Gaara clearly could not endure any single second of extreme affection, he would explode if you continued to look at him so lovingly. Timidly, he stared down at his plate, “Let’s finish dinner and go to bed.”
You did not want to make it difficult for him, quietly getting back to your unfinished meal. But you found it impossible to eat the three little carrot cubes that he had given you as a surprise. So you sat still and bit your lips, contemplating what to do with them. Gaara noticed your static state and arched a brow, “Are you okay, Y/N?”
“I don’t want to eat them,” you grieved, pointing at the carrot cubes left on your plate.
The red-haired cackled, pinned one of them with his fork, and brought it up hovering at your mouth, “Don’t worry, I can make more if you please.”
“Promise?”
“Forever.”
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Taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @thenightfallingstar @iam-gaaras-loveintrest @animepickle7 @tirzamisu @rinnegankakashi
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g8arakun · 3 years
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[Junior High AU]
Yodo makes it a point to let the world know that Shinki does indeed have a social life outside of studying and school
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some dads and their sons
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"Do you know that you're so beautiful?" Fluff with Gaara. With the s/o saying it to him. Please. 🥺
[Gaara X Reader] Family
|200 Followers Event|
Prompt: 10 — "Do you know that you're so beautiful?"
Pairing: Gaara x gn!Reader
Note: Hello, thank you for requesting! This one is definitely a fluff, and I took it quite for honestly. Omf, about the content, I can't really say much because, oh well, it's basically Gaara p-------- :D (have fun guessing ><) So okay, please brace yourself (fasten your seatbelts for the Gaara roller coaster ride) and enjoy the show!
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The sun gradually settled behind the mountain ranges, painting a red canvas with dotting white spots of clouds. You stood and relished the sight before your eyes, marveling at the glimmering rays capitulating to their peaceful slumber. A wind blew past your shoulders, sending the dry air of desert across your skin, scraping it to the lightest degree that made you hummed absentmindedly.
“Y/N,” a voice behind your back whispered.
Gaara approached you with measured steps as though he feared you would disappear from his world. You spun around on your feet, blocking the still dwindling incandescence when you trudged to his side. The red-haired smiled at you—a delicate curve tugged at the corner of his lips made you experienced a sense of completeness, euphoria, and solidity. You took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, growing amused at the feeling of his digits wrapped around yours. Looking up to study his features, your face softened, “Do you know that you’re so beautiful, Gaara?”
Pink dusted his cheeks with the intensity being a tad bit lessened by the beaming sun. His crimson hair cascaded, curtained the side of his face. Gaara was ethereal with the dusking sun glimmering, casting a shadow over his ruffling red hair—which happened to carry the wash as the same one the sky used to paint itself with. He decided to stay silent for a moment, returning your compliment with his action instead.
Gaara took you in an embrace, enjoying the rare moment that he had with you, free from the bindings of work and responsibilities that laid themselves on his shoulders for so long. He missed it. He missed being able to hold you tight in his arms. He missed whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fiddled with his hands. He missed you accompanying his very existence. Gaara hated the idea of being dependent on something, or someone in his life. He was a strong Shinobi with minimal needs to rely upon an external factor—it was his veil for the loneliness hidden inside. But you were his savior. You pulled him out of the consuming darkness that was slowly seeping into his heart. You brought light to his life, sentience to his soul, and vitality to his eyes.
He often wondered your encounter years ago—when both of you were in the springtime of youth, unstrained and uncontaminated by the cruelty of the world. To the moments when you stood strong by his side, ready to give your life to protect the village—to protect the people that he loved and the land that he valued. And to the time when you finally confessed your feelings for each other, to your first time holding hands, to the first kiss that you shared. But the uncertainty that persisted forced him back to the moment you suffered from the wounds littered across your body, breath heaving as you clutched onto his arms—the moment you nearly lost your life and he nearly lost his light.
“Y/N,” he nudged his face into the crook of your neck.
You placed both hands on his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, tapping slightly to signal him to resume talking.
Gaara realized you were like a fragile snowflake in spring, beautiful but brittle. He never thought there would be something more precious than his people, his country, his nation. But then you came into his life and showed him everything that he did not know existed. The moment you almost left his world fighting for your village—his village, he was struck by a strong urge to protect you, to save you like you did for him years ago. It was the first time he experienced that kind of feeling—the need to protect someone other than his closest persons not because of formal ties, but out of pure love. And for that reason, he was sure you were forever to keep.
“I love you,” Gaara muttered, soothing the skin on the back of your hands with small circles, “I want to build a family. You and me, together.”
You were speechless, mouth hanging agape but no word rolled out to fill the complete silence. The sun was now fully hidden behind the mountain ranges, shedding itself into the final rest but the heat under your skin burnt rapidly. Your heart was beating thunder, thumping inside your ribs as you stood staring at the ground. Gaara patiently waited, slowly dragging a hand to his back pocket to pull out a tiny box. And the next moment you knew, he was already on his knees, holding out a ring as he asked for your hand. You were still in absolute shock, ogling at the red-haired and unable to move an inch. You found it impossible to draw out any reaction, even breathing was hard to manage.
Seeing your unstable state, the red-haired gently smiled to ease your perplexity, “I can’t see the rest of my life without you, Y/N. Will you marry me?”
You wanted to yell yes but the word could not get past your throat without turning into broken, choked sobs as your hands tremblingly reached out for his. You profusely nodded your head, tears streaming down your cheeks when he slid in the ring onto your finger and planted a kiss on your temple. Gaara wiped your tears away, mustering a grin to calm you down, but his eyes were welled with tears—you were finally his family, finally his.
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Taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @thenightfallingstar @iam-gaaras-loveintrest @animepickle7 @tirzamisu
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Imagine the headache they’d cause if they made a habit of this
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g8arakun · 3 years
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Gaara taking care of his S/O with period cramps
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- Genre: Fluffy Gaara Hours
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- Format: Bulleted headcanons
Hope you enjoy!
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g8arakun · 3 years
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Babiessss
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g8arakun · 3 years
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This is so cute omg
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I WILL HOLD YOU UNTIL THE MORNING COMES | Gaara x reader |
Description - Gaara wakes up scared in middle of the night and y/n 's there to comfort him.
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- STOP! - The voices inside his head keep screaming unbearably. It was so unbearable that it hurt, making him feel like how he felt, back in most cruel days of his past. He couldn't see much around him in that horrible dreams that was keeping him trapped in. All around was dark, only silhouette passing here and there, but he couldn't say to who or what those shadows belonged to. But what he could say was that - he was scared. So scared. Voices started their blood freezing ballad once again. But one thing was clearer now. All those voices - the could recognize all of them. All of those voices... We're voices of people precious to him. Of people he loved and people he cared about. His friends, his siblings. His people. All of them - crying in endless darkness, calling out for him.
- Gaara, help us! - - Do something! Gaara... Please. - - Somebody! Help! -
He felt like something was crushing him, feeling so miserable and weak. I can't help them, he tough, I can't help them. I'm so weak...
Another voice came, but he didn't hear that one before. That voice... It was your voice. You sounded so... So hurt. So... Frightened. So...
- S-stop... Stop this... Please! -, Gaara cried out, begging and screaming voiceless. - Stop! I don't want this... I don't wan-... I'm begging you! Stop...-
Than, he heard something. Somebody was calling his name, over and over. He tough - it's happening again. But the voice sounded more real that the others, like it wasn't from his dream. This voice was so soft. It's full of care and it sounded very worried. It wasn't like those blood freezing, ruthless screams of pain. - Gaara?- called the voice gently, warmer than before.
Gaara felt somebody's palm on side of his face, fingers brushing against his cheek softly. - Wake up, Gaara. It's alright. - whispered the voice again. He felt so peaceful in that moment, just by hearing those words. Still, he was too deep in his fear to open his eyes.
- Don't be afraid. I am here.- you said again softly, moving some hair that has playfully fall over his forehead. - It's alright. You can open your eyes.-
And he finally managed to open his eyes, with slightly from tears blinded view, to see you sitting on the edge of his side of bed, with a warm look in your eyes. You got up maybe a minute or two ago, with well-known feeling of panic in your ankles and coldness in your stomach. You were on your way to bathroom to wash your face and to try to relax a bit, but when you heard Gaara's sad and scared whimpers , there was no time for debuting your next move.
- Are you alright?- you asked, cuddling his cheek once again. - Y/n...-, he said breathing heavily, his eyes tearing up yet again. - It happened again...- - Hush, my love.- you layed closer to kiss his slightly clammy forehead. - It's fine now, it's over.-
Gaara jumped in sitting position, bringing you close to himself to burry his face in your shoulder, his breathing still fasted. Your hands found their way to his hair, you nuzzling your head against his. - Take your time, love. I'm here for you.- you said with shooting voice. He then pulled two of you down on matters, laying on his side.
Your head layed against his chest, listening to beats of his poor, frightened heart, your arms wrapping around him tightly. His shaky arms wrapped tighter around you as he pulled you closer to himself, letting out a deep breath when he finally relaxed in your hug.
Two of you layed there hugged, you remaining silent in his embrace while searching for right word, right move. But nothing was coming to your mind. - Gaara...- - They keep coming back...-, he whispered under his breath, fear could have been heard in his voice. - Nightmares, they... Even after all these years... I'm still afraid to sleep. Why... Why is this feeling constantly returning?- Question left his lips almost hopeless.
Your chest suddenly felt very heavy. It has almost been a year since Forth Shinobi war ended, and by daytime it seemed like things were finally going well and good, like everything was finally as it should be, but when night would fall and sleep time would come - same cold feeling was coming back. Your hands would sometimes be shaking mindlessly, your imagination calling back for all bad memories from war and before back, making many of your night almost completely sleepless.
And for Gaara? It seemed like he got it the worst. - I... - you started, feeling insecurity crawling up your spine. - I don't know, love...- - I'm frightening me very much. I'm not sure when or if will I get used to it. But...- - But?- you rised your head up a little, to look at his face now relaxed face with lifted eyebrow. - But, with you here now... I am not that scared to fall asleep again.-
You felt for heart racing, like it would jump out. For truth, Gaara wasn't that type who wouldn't say such a things, that's often how you two were falling asleep every night - with sweet words and tight hugs. But this time... This time it felt so much different. It made you feel... Well, it made your heart feel like it could fly. Just as you did. Your head returned to lay on his chest, as clingy hugged him, your right hand running through his hair once again. - Sleep now.- you whispered to him softly. - Y/n? I... - - Hush! - you whispered again, this time more quite, hugging him with all your love. - Don't be afraid. I'll hold you until the morning comes.-
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Here's my very ever first fanfiction.
And feeling is just WOW.
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g8arakun · 3 years
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Temari asking Kankuro and Gaara to walk her down the aisle?
this might not be what you have in mind, anon. nonetheless, i hope you like it 💚
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g8arakun · 3 years
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HELP HAHAHHAHAHAHA
Gaara : Kakashi I want you to play the role of my father
Kakashi : I don't want to be your father .
Gaara : Perfect. You already know your lines .
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g8arakun · 3 years
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2 besties !
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