D-dream? Dream About You? I Suppose I- Eheh- Never Mind >>

D-dream? Dream about you? I suppose I-… Eheh- Never mind >>

Types of Sasori smiles. 😊💭 Headcanons below 👇

Confident- Most likely to show up. If it’s a battle he believes he can win, this smug smile comes out. Or if he's talking down to others. Can potentially be very aggravating for people on the other end of it.

Unhinged- Uncommon, but when he does display this grin it's for the briefest of moments or when he goes all out. Sometimes if he's been pissed off enough (or having too much fun) then he might get here.

Gentle- Once every millennium. So rare. Especially as a puppet, it comes along as like a little twitch. Might occur when he's amused. Or when someone isn't looking directly at him. If someone does get a good look at it, beware, he will deny it.

All of these vary in occurrence when he's human of course. (More thoughts on that one day.) 🙃

Mod // Shisui Uchiha-

Don’t tempt me with a good time😩

<morning stretches>

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

…

No, because when someone asks me, "what would a relationship with Itachi canon be like, you know, the rogue ninja who killed everyone to stop a civil war and abandoned his brother for his own good?", I imagine a relationship similar to that of Greg and Rose Quartz.

Imagine being a civilian who enjoys playing the guitar, and one day, singing in the forest, you encounter this mysterious man.

He congratulates you, arguing that he was drawn to you by your melodious voice and the gentle sound of the guitar.

He tells you his name after you tell him yours, although you vaguely asks why he didn't tell you his last name. But, Itachi is a nice name even if there's no suffix to pair it with.

The most random and imaginative topics arise in each encounter you both have. You two always meet in the same place, always at the same time. It quickly becomes a routine for you.

Without signs indicating that Itachi comes from any village or indicating that he is a ninja, you are left wondering where this sweet man could have come from. (although maybe if you looked behind the tree that is two meters away from you, you would see the articles he used daily)

Maybe he's the son of a vendor passing through your town, or maybe he's a tourist who likes to visit towns that aren't visible at first glance on the map.

Whatever he may be, it doesn't matter, not as long as your heart beats strongly when his hand brushes yours or when his fingers gently touch your cheek as he tries to tuck your wild locks behind your ear.

Itachi knows it's wrong. He knows these encounters are wrong. But he can't help but want to be by your side, listening to you ramble about random and simple yet fascinating things that as a ninja he never would have thought or imagined.

You make him feel like someone normal, like an ordinary man. You make him feel alive, something he hadn't felt since the massacre, perhaps even long before joining the Anbu.

It's as if he doesn't have blood covering his hands. As if he doesn't bear all the hatred of the world on his tired shoulders, preventing him from breathing.

All his problems disappear from his mind when you allow him to rest his head to take a nap, while you arguing that his dark circles look too big. Nightmares and insomnia leave him when you run your delicate hands, with no calluses in sight, through his hair. The protest dies on the tip of his tongue when you scratch that specific part that quickly turns him into putty in your hands.

One morning, Itachi Uchiha vaguely realizes that the dark circles and stress marks have become smaller and blames you for the gentle fluttering his heart does at the thought of you taking care of him. Kisame looks at him puzzled when he comes out of the bathroom. At first glance, he had a neutral face, but his eyes told a different story; they looked more alive.

Kisame wondered what or who made him that way. Itachi simply ignores him as usual, trying to keep the corners of his lips from rising because his happiness hasn't waned yet and he doesn't want Kisame to see him like that.

It's a night when Itachi finally realizes that he has fallen deeply in love with you. His heart stops for a moment when he realizes that it hurts to think about leaving you when he dies at the hands of his brother.

And he simply doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to leave your side. He's being selfish, he knows it well, but for once he wants to be. He himself destroyed all his dreams and hopes, all for Konoha and his younger brother.

By sacrificing his world, he can never become Hokage or live in Konoha again.

Maybe if he cut his hair and ran away with you to live in another secluded place away from the ninja world—

He stopped.

What was he thinking? He was dangerous. Everything about him was dangerous.

He had hurt so many people, had ended the lives of so many. You deserved someone better, someone who didn't have hands stained with blood or a destroyed man.

And he simply decides to push you away.

He told himself that this would be the last time. He didn't hesitate when he told you that he didn't want to see you again and that you should stay away from him.

Maybe if he were strong enough and you didn't have him in the palm of your hand, he would have been stronger, and he would have left without explanations.

But that wasn't the case.

"Itachi, you have to tell me what's going on."

Itachi sighed, almost as if trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say. "I— you have dreams, I don't want you to sacrifice everything for me," he told you the truth, unable to hide it under a lie.

"It's a pity."

"Uh?"

"You are all I want."

“So…”

“Hmm?”

“What was the answer?”

“… Love”

“Woahhh-! I know it!”

“So do i”

…

*the end*

love like you starts playing in the background

Also— maybe I’m gonna write a series of this now that i have ao3 🤭

@vulpisnocturna ,, @andohmyloveiliedtoyou ,, @moumouton4 ,, @izumi-uchiha-anon ,, :> hehe

*she giggles and shakes her head*

No, silly~! I’ve developed a rough sketch for a puppet that you could use. D-don’t feel obligated to use it, though! It’s just an idea, after all.

*slips a piece of paper out of her ninja tool pouch and unfolds it, revealing a sketch of her late Father.*

Hey, Sasori. Here… I… Made you a little gift. *holds out a purple box with both hands and grins up at him* I found this old wooden box hidden inside my bedroom, so I sanded it back, painted it purple and added some adorable paintings on there~ I thought it would be the perfect size for your smaller parts that go rolling off of your desk. I hope you like it~

*visibly suprised*

You...made something..for me?

*takes it and has a curious look at it. Her elegant drawings are all over the box. She filled each shape perfectly and each of them is something special*

That...thank you.

*can't help it the corners of his mouth are tipping up*

*how incredibly thoughtful of her. She really noticed that he was struggling with this*

The smaller pieces do roll off all the time...

Another day, another mission~

Being a Jounin sure is exhausting, but I’m refreshed and raring to go. Look out, everyone!💜

I can assure you BOTH that Sasori is NOT, in fact, small.

Sori, it’s okay! Come down here, handsome~

Why are you so small, Sasori san?

I'm not small💢

Also, I tranformed when I was 15 and have obviously stopped growing since.