It Started With a KissIt started with a kiss.It Started With a Kiss4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To be more accurate, it had started several hours earlier with an invitation for a drink that he so desperately needed after being impaled by three errant kunai in the last fifteen minutes of class and had continued with the seemingly innocuous suggestion that someone should come up with a plan to surprise the infamously unflappable Hatake Kakashi.
Had his brain not been marinating in nine and a half shots of hard alcohol, his plan probably would have been a great deal more cunning. Even though knocking on Kakashi's door and planting a sound kiss on his lips had a charming simplicity to it, a sober mind would have realized that it was less likely to surprise him and much more likely to make him the object of ridicule and harassment.
It had started with a kiss and had ended
Iruka raised his head, only to drop it back down when his head protested the movement vehemently.
How had it ended? Something about the situation nagged at the back of his pounding skull
Thought that CountsWritten for Kakashi's BirthdayThought that Counts3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: When most of your life is spent away from your home, celebrating birthdays is anything but simple.
Outrage burned hot and fast through his mind the minute he noticed. Someone had been in his weapons' pouch.
Someone had been in his weapons' pouch.
Someone had been in his weapons' pouch!
Reiterating it didn't help. Changing the emphasis didn't either. He yanked the pouch open with both hands and glared into the depths. The bottom was clearly visible, albeit several inches above where he expected it to be.
Now that he thought back on it, something had seemed strange about the bag when he'd grabbed it two days ago, but he chalked it up to the fact that this one was his back-up his primary one having inexplicably disintegrated during the night and he hadn't used it in years.
But he felt the chakra now, had felt it when he'd shoved his hand in to retrieve Icha Icha and block out a par
The Other SideThe Other Side3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Summary: A nice relaxing evening in the onsen is anything but when the girls pool is immediately adjacent to the boys.
Pairings: NaruSaku, KibaHina implied Nejiten
For the Hot Spring Challenge held by Sorceress2000 (see Author's Note)
Tranquility. Even with her head hung backwards over the lip of the pool, the sweeping lines of kanji burned into the wood sign that dominated most of the eastern wall were easily legible. Still, she squinted her eyes and glared darkly at them as if they'd done something unspeakably heinous.
"Um, it's not the sign's fault, Sakura-chan." As if to punctuate Hinata's hesitant protest, the wall behind the sign trembled violently, the bottom of the wood kicking out almost a full foot before crashing back against the wall.
She yanked her head upwards. "I know that."
"Move over!" Kiba's voice echoed over the partition between the men's and women's baths and made all of them jump.
"Whaddya want me to do? Sit on Akamaru?" Naruto holle
Pink Lace and Plenty of FrillsSummary: In which Kakashi wears a pink dress, Iruka is confused and we all learn the valuable lesson to be careful what you ask for.Pink Lace and Plenty of Frills3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: This is ridiculousness brought on by Sejitsu. That's right, this is all her fault. I take no responsibility.
Shinobi have a tendency to arrive in the most unexpected manner possible. Being one and having worked around them all my life, I'd internalized that axiom long ago. I thought that nothing could surprise me.
I was wrong.
"You're in a dress. A," I cast around for a minute, searching for a suitable descriptor that would sum up the obscenity in front of me and failed. "A pink dress."
The man in front of me simply smiled his enigmatic smile.
I waited, but I'm not known for my patience around willful idiocy. "Why are you in a dress?"
"You told me to be."
Not the answer I was expecting. "I what?"
His gloved fingers made half quotation marks in the air. "I will go out with you, Kakashi-sensei, if
What a Silly ThingSummary: After an excruciatingly long week, John returns home to find Sherlock going through his clothes. There is simply no way for this to end well.What a Silly Thing3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Dedicated to Lenap who drew the absolutely wonderful picture that inspired this (see description)
A chill wind rattled the windows of 221B Baker Street. Coming off of a case with Sherlock which was exhausting as always and a double shift at the clinic one doctor out with the flu and the other with a broken leg from falling down his stairs had left the clinic severely understaffed John could barely find the energy to put one foot in front of the other. The stairs to the second story seemed particularly long that day, and John trudged upstairs, scuffing his feet on the well-worn runner that was gradually slinking farther and farther down towards the lower landing.
The possibility of terrible programming on the tele was awfully temping, but he still hadn't gotten around to f
Falling in loveIruka never knew which gender he felt attracted to until a fateful day in May. He had turned 23 years old only days before, but despite the canon experience men his age used to have; Iruka had not been interested in relationships with anyone whatsoever.Falling in love3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was only past noon when the brunette made his way from the academy back home, a large stack of students' essays protruding from the bag he was carrying, and sent his thoughts travelling to further plans for the day. He knew he would have to mark the papers he had collected this morning, and then make sure he got some decent food into his already protesting stomach. Today's breakfast had taken place far too early in the morning and he really needed something more to keep him functioning all day long.
Absentmindedly, he walked past market stalls and yelling civilians as he tried to wrap his mind around what he would use this evening for. He only realized where he had been going when his foot caught on a casually outstretched leg and wa
12th Day of ChristmasTheme: Working Over the Holiday12th Day of Christmas4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Far up in the mountains in the country of flame
Nestles a small, shinobi village on a tree-covered plain
Between the bright colored houses all covered with snow
On a narrow drifted sidewalk 'neath streetlights aglow
A pony-tailed man hefted his bag full books
As his face set in a deeply resigned look
Others gather with friends around a brightly lit tree
And sing carols in drunk voices brimming with glee
Drink eggnog, trade presents, and offer well wishes
And sometimes, if lucky, give mistletoe kisses
And curl before the fire in their lover's embrace
But not the pony-tailed man with the scar on his face
For too many years, he spent Christmas alone
A fact that unfortunately was all too well known
His boss always took advantage of the whole situation
And suggested that he choose to postpone his vacation
To spend Christmas Eve at the desk in the Hokage tower
For any shinobi who returned home at the eleventh hour
"Bah humbug," He muttered as he collaps