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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

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:: Reverse Psychology ::

( Professor Gojo x fem!reader )

Rating::: Explicit sexual content

In which Professor Gojo pretends to be blind. Yes, he's a lying, manipulative asshole.

You're the newest pretty face in Professor Gojo’s psych class, and you soon learn he’s far more trouble than any man's worth. He's a liar, a narcissist, toys with whomever he pleases - and you absolutely hate him for it.

Too bad for you, he likes a challenge.

Too bad for him, you’d sooner slap his stupid face off than allow him to seduce you.

Oh, and he thought this was going to be ~easy~

You fully intend on being Gojo Satoru’s worst nightmare.

All aboard - smutty, snarky shenanigans ahead!

Read here or on ao3

Chapter Directory: one • two • three • four • five • six • seven

° • . Chapter 1 . • °

It was a most cliché morning.

The sun was shining, blissful in its warmth. And the sky was as blue as a gemstone blanket pulled snug overhead, blue as a shiny baby dolphin’s smile, jumping right out of the golden waves of early morning. It was beautiful - really - I’m not being sarcastic. It was a beautiful day, in the most cliché of ways.

Maybe that should have been your first red flag that something about today was horribly off, but it wasn’t.

It might have even been a good day, too. Lovely weather, first day of college, a raring-to-go pep in your step. Fresh air and fresh dreams wafting through your presently ignorant head.

Dare I say… it was the perfect day?

No, we won’t go that far.

Especially not since anything ‘good’ about today was about to be royally fucked up by your new psych professor, one Professor Gojo (god, what a stupid name).

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

There’s a smile on your face as you saunter in from the dawn, down the University hallways and in through the door to your General Psychology class; the first class of the day (and it is a general psychology course, not anything specialized, so anyone teaching it can un-inflate their oversized egos already).

Seating is by choice, obviously, though you’re still not that used to the idea so soon after the stringency of high school. So you plop down wherever you like - right in the front row, because you’re ready and eager to learn! Like an elated little puppy dog, yip-yup-yapping at the meaty bone of knowledge.

It’s kinda cute. I mean, it’s your first day of college, after all - you’re bound to be a little excited. Your first day of officially living in your dorm, though you haven’t met all of your roommates yet. Your first college class, ever. Your first day of feeling like an actual, fully realized adult.

Your first day of being subjected to the preening horrors of him.

It’s probably not a good sign that the narration in your head keeps coming back to that snow-haired bastard. You know, the one who looks like how stubbing your toe feels. But let's implement a little of that aforementioned ‘general psychology’ and just not think about it for right now, shall we?

Other students start piling into the lecture hall (you were first to arrive - and hot damn are you impressed by yourself about it. You've always been a straight A student with perfect attendance, despite what your good looks might otherwise indicate, and that wasn't about to change now). You pull out your laptop, open a brand new word doc for all those notes you’re about to take…

Oh yeah, baby - you’re ready. All pistons are fired up and ready to fucking go! Perfect grade, here we come! You love psychology, too; so this particular class is a particular treat.

And then the metaphorical train of your hypothetical, academic success meets its untimely demise. And the crash and curl of its metal hinges being torn off the tracks and smashed into oblivion sounds oddly like a man’s melodious voice, smooth as satin, oozing in through the doorway - the last person to arrive to his own damn class, go figure.

“Good morning, everyone!”

How a man manages to make a simple greeting sound so smarmy, you’ll never know. Albeit, at the time, you and everyone else finds it oddly charming (yeesh, gross).

You’ll never truly know a lot about how that man operates. Sometimes you doubt he's even human. It’s like he willed himself into existence from some fire-and-brimstone version of a male model catalogue snatched up from the very clutches of hell.

Now, you might be wondering, “ Male model? Why a male model catalogue, and not a catalogue for - oh, I dunno - insufferable assholes? I thought you said this guy looks like how sticking red-hot coals up your rectum feels?’ Or stubbing your toe, or something like that-”

Weellllllll that was a lie, okay?! The guy’s hot as fuck. Like, really - he’s disgustingly attractive. He looks like angel-fucking-foodcake with washboard abs, and you want to throw up every time you look at him.

Anyway-

The cliché beauty of this morning was not the red flag it should have been.

The first red flag comes when you look up from your blank page of notes - you know, the eager one just begging to be filled with knowledge - and see that your newest professor is wearing sunglasses, rested smoothly upon the bridge of his arrow-straight nose. Expensive ones, by the look of it. Perfectly round, perfectly black (like his soul, probably). And even with them somewhat vieling his features, it’s still clear as day to you, and to everyone, that this man is far too handsome for his own good.

This is a red flag. The sunglasses, I mean. Because who the hell wears sunglasses inside.

I’ll tell you who. Blind people. And assholes. And here’s a little hint - Professor Gojo is not blind. Lord, he is very much not blind. In fact, he is well aware of every beautiful female in his classroom, of which there are many, yourself included.

You don’t know how un-blind he is now, of course.

But you will.

Eventually.

No, like many of the other students in the class - particularly the cute female ones with oversized hearts - you come out of the gate thinking this motherfucker is actually blind. He's got the glasses, and he's got something like a cane held in his fist at one side. And you, like those other girls, have your squishy little heart torn open at the sight.

And I’ll give you a little hint into what most of them are thinking.

Oh, this poor, handsome man… he must have overcome so much hardship to become a professor, all while being blind! I can only imagine what it’s like… And on top of every struggle that comes tethered to such adversity, he doesn’t even know how disturbingly attractive he is?! That's just… a travesty! Truly, this world isn’t fair!

Don’t feel too bad for the bleeding hearts yet, though. Because we all know what many of them are also thinking. And if you don’t, well congratulations on not being an asshole - and, also, don’t worry; because I’ll tell you that, too.

If this motherfucker is single, I actually stand a chance in hooking up with him - I could literally show up to dates in sweatpants and he’d never know. And he’d probably love how understanding, how patient, I am with his disability - with his struggles, his adversities. He probably doesn’t have girls like me giving him the time of day, not with a handicap like that. Most girls just aren’t that compassionate. And he’d probably worship a girl who could make his life even a little bit easier. Who could read things aloud to him, or help him pick out the right color tie in the morning.

Oh, those sweet, sight-having saviors - how benevolent of them. Bless their cold, hungry hearts.

You aren’t one of the girls thinking this, if that makes you feel any better. You genuinely feel for the guy, despite not even knowing his name yet (if only that were still the state of things). The sufferings of others have always struck you. You’re not the type of person to look the other way from it, to say ‘oh, that sucks, anyway’ and turn heel on your happy-go-lucky way. No, truly, you feel for him. And you’re impressed as hell that your new professor seems to have accomplished so much in his life, despite this apparent hardship (or, really, lack thereof). He’s obviously a fantastic professor, as mentioned in the reviews you read posted online by former students (hah - you’re never trusting an online review again). And he obviously has money, if his chic clothes and glasses are anything to go by. He’s obviously well put together, debonair even, and you can already taste the charisma radiating off his handsome havin’ ass, not an ounce of self pity or negativity to him - despite it all, despite everything.

You’re impressed. The man is impressive.

Or, you thought he was.

(Spoiler alert - he’s not).

I might post the rest of the story on ao3 instead of tumblr, haven't decided, but just in case here's the link my pretties!

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ⓘ Tip You can skip part of the day by taking a nap.

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Having sex with Caleb

Warning: !Highly recommend listening with headphones! He’s a breathing mess

Soooo this was something. Listening to it again, it sounds choppy but eh. Inspired by @lalalotta and @qinche-cvmslvt and wanted to give it a try.

Any audio of Caleb is from the game.

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When he reappeared in your life, you had a hard time believing it. It had been too long, too many years had passed. You were no longer the same person. He was no longer the same man. Your interactions had lost their spontaneity. Your gazes had gained hesitation.

Yet, when the time for explanations came, sitting side by side, eyes fixed on the horizon, that hand reaching out to you, that finger brushing the palm of your hand, that slow and circular movement, that infinitely tender caress, said it all. Nothing had changed. His emotions had only matured. A story of timeless feelings, a connection that could not be lost.

- sasuke (nt) ; suna (hq) ; eren (aot) ; gojo (jjk) ; gintoki (gt)

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After a long hesitation, you admitted.

"I'd like to comfort you, but I don't know how..."

There was no hesitation on his part.

"Hug me. Hug me tightly. And don't let go."

- wiper (op) ; nanami (jjk) ; aki (csm) ; levi (aot) ; obito (nt) ; gintoki (gt)

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kiss it better

sakata gintoki x nurse!reader

a/n: this is my first fic ever! I hope you enjoy :)

word count: 1,141

c/w: none! just toothrotting fluff.

It was yet another excruciatingly hot day in the land of Edo, and Gintoki was not exactly having the time of his life. He lay on the couch, fully sprawled out and lazily fanned himself with that week's JUMP manga. He let out another guttural groan and threw a shoe at shinpachi, hitting him in the head.

'' Oi, be of use and go find us something to cool ourselves with."

Poor Shinpachi rubbed his head, scowling at him. "Broke as you are, you're the one with the funds here you know?"

Having given up on the possibility of negotiation, gintoki picked himself up and made his way to the door.

"Where are you headed?" kagura questioned.

"I'm getting us some ice lollies, it's all we can afford anyway."

And so, gintoki headed out on the street, dragging his feet in a lazy demeanor and looking for the ice lollipop vendor. After eventually finding him, he bought a few, popped one in his mouth and started making his way back home.

Something brought his journey back to a halt though, or rather, someone.

There you were, moving boxes in to the house across the street, with some help from the moving truck drivers. You were clad in your scrubs, indicating that you were either heading to, or coming from work. The beads of sweat on your forehead and slightly disheveled hair suggested the latter though.

You and the workers were wrapping things up as gintoki got closer to passing your residence. He noticed that you rushed into your house and came back out with a plate of what seemed to be....homemade strawberry shortcake.

You offered some to the workers and flashed them a bright smile. They eagerly accepted, got in their truck, and rode away.

You noticed a curious pair of eyes set on you, and turned to acknowledge them.

"Hey there, you live around here?" you asked, greeting him with a wave.

"Huh? oh yeah yeah, right around the block actually, I run the odd jobs place." He said, staring into the sky and scratching his head, trying to feign nonchalance.

"I've heard quite a few things about you guys." you announced

"Our reputation precedes us, that could be either a good or bad thing." Gintoki pondered.

"Good things." you continued, almost as if you could read his mind.

"Ha, I see, though I find that hard to believe..." His mind drifted to his less-than efficient partners and their lackluster resumé. "So you're a nurse, right?"

"What gave that away?" You joked "but yes, I am one, now if you excuse me, I have to get myself out of these scrubs. It was nice meeting you...?"

"Gintoki. Sakata Gintoki."

"Pleasure, I'm (name)"

Days passed by since gintoki's encounter with the new captivating neighbor. He often found himself thinking about you and the delicious treats you'd bake from time to time, they were so aromatic, he could smell them when he stepped outside. He also found himself thinking about the warm smile you'd flash people and wondered what it would feel like to be a cause for one.

Gintoki then thought of what he felt was the most brilliant idea he's had in a while. "KAGURA." he shouted.

"What?" Kagura entered the room with sleepy eyes.

"I need you to injure me."

"Is that because you want the nice lady down the block to treat you? She's way out of your league and wouldn't settle for you, you also carry with you the stench of poverty whereve-"

"Can you do it or no? Goddamn it." His patience was clearly running out.

"Fine..." Kagura then knocked gintoki out clean, with a quick hit to his left ankle. Even though he was in tooth-gritting pain, he was still a man on a mission, so he made his way out the house and towards the direction of your house.

"ARGHHHHH" He winced, holding his head up in pain and limping.

you were taking your bag out of your car, preparing to head inside when you heard someone shout in what seemed to be agonizing pain. It was your neighbor Gintoki, limping around with a swollen, almost futile ankle.

"Oh my god, Gintoki are you alright?" You hurried to him, holding him by his side and heading towards your house.

"Yeah it's no biggie, just a minor injury." He answered. You helped him into your house and slowly helped him descend into the couch.

"How'd this happen?" You questioned him with concern all over your face. "Just some rascal with his motorcycle." He made up a lie on the spot. "Hmm, that's odd...there are no skid marks on the ankle."

"Yeah...I guess it was a new motorcycle..." He looked around, trying to sell his lie.

You went to work straight away, helping treat and wrap up his ankle.

Afterwards, you served him a slice of pie you had made the night before, which he enthusiastically annihilated.

"Don't do anything to strain your ankle, and you should be fine soon!" You smiled at him, glad that he was now okay.

"Yes ma'am. Thanks again for the pie, do I owe you anything?" Not that he had any business asking, as he didn't have shit to his name.

"Nope! service on the house! take care now." You sent him off, not thinking much of what just happened.

Meanwhile, Gintoki marched home, feeling triumphant over this little encounter. He already had a few ideas of what was to come next.

Over the next few weeks, he'd fake several minor injuries just so he could see you, and get a little treat out of it. At first, you were unsuspecting of him, thinking he just had a streak of bad luck, but eventually started catching on to his tactics.

One day, he stumbled in your house holding his head and groaning.

"I have the meanest concussion right now..."

"Sit on the couch, I'll treat you in a minute."

Having figured out his cunning scheme, you were planning on confronting him, but not in a direct way. You took a cold compress and started making your way towards him.

"You know...for someone with a concussion, you seem to have found your way to the couch quite easily." You inched closer, still holding the compress to his head.

"Uh..uh yeah I suppose it's a mild one." he started to look around, avoiding eye contact.

You slowly put the compress down, still looking him dead in the eye and inching closer yet again. You then pressed a firm kiss to his head, right where you were holding the compress, and watched him turn into a blushing mess.

"This should help make you feel better for now, and the next time you wanna visit, know you don't have to be 'injured' "

Gintoki just sat there, for about five minutes. Dumbfounded, and not knowing how to respond.

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Naruto Characters As Your Boyfriend Headcanons

[ Itachi, Kakashi, Obito, Madara ]

Content: Fluff

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ITACHI UCHIHA

Loyal to a Fault

If Itachi loves you, he’s committed completely. His loyalty knows no bounds, and he will always prioritize your well-being.

Protective but Subtle

He won’t be overbearing, but you’ll notice how he always positions himself slightly in front of you in dangerous situations or keeps an eye on your surroundings.

Loves Quiet Moments

He cherishes peaceful moments together, like reading side by side, drinking tea, or just enjoying each other’s presence without the need for words.

Rare but Genuine Smiles

He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s small, soft, and reserved just for you. Those moments are precious.

Enjoys Stroking Your Hair

When he’s particularly tired or feeling affectionate, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair, finding comfort in the simple act.

Secretly Loves Physical Affection

He’s not overly expressive, but he enjoys small, intimate touches—a brush of fingers, a gentle squeeze of your hand, or resting his forehead against yours.

Softens Around You

While he maintains his stoic and composed demeanor around others, his voice becomes noticeably softer when he speaks to you.

Guilt Weighs on Him

There are nights when he can’t sleep, burdened by his past. If you reach for him, he’ll hold your hand tightly, as if grounding himself in the present.

Loves Watching You Sleep

Not in a creepy way—he just finds peace in seeing you safe and content, knowing that at least for now, everything is okay.

Will Die for You Without Hesitation

If there were ever a situation where you were in danger, Itachi wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to keep you safe.

Rare Jealousy, But It’s There

He’s confident and trusting, but if someone is blatantly flirting with you, he’ll give them a cold, unreadable look that sends chills down their spine.

Soft “I Love You’s”

He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, it’s in the quiet of the night, whispered so gently it feels like a sacred promise.

Loves When You Take Care of Him

He won’t ask for it, but if you tend to his wounds, remind him to rest, or make him tea, he deeply appreciates it—even if all he says is a quiet “thank you.”

Remembers Every Detail About You

Your favorite food, childhood stories, the way you like your tea—Itachi remembers it all, no matter how small.

Would Teach You Self-Defence

He’d feel better knowing you can protect yourself, so he patiently trains you, correcting your form with a gentle touch.

Doesn’t Like Seeing You Cry

If you’re upset, he won’t rush you to stop crying. Instead, he’ll hold you and let you feel your emotions fully, whispering reassurances.

Prefers Meaningful Gifts

If he gives you something, it’ll have deep significance, like a family heirloom, a book he cherishes, or a handwritten letter.

His Love is Eternal

Even if something were to separate you, Itachi’s love wouldn’t fade. He’d carry you in his heart always, no matter where fate takes him.

Knows When Something’s Wrong

You can’t hide your emotions from him. Even if you say you’re fine, he’ll gently press, “What’s really on your mind?”

If He Could, He’d Choose a Simple Life with You

Despite his burdens, his deepest wish is to live a quiet life with you, free from war and duty—just peace, love, and the simple joys of being together.

KAKASHI HATAKE

Mysteriously Affectionate

Kakashi isn’t overly expressive, but when he does show affection, it’s in small, meaningful ways—like resting his forehead against yours or lightly squeezing your hand.

Loves Teasing You

He has a dry sense of humor and will playfully mess with you, whether it’s poking fun at your habits or dramatically declaring his love in a monotone voice just to see you flustered.

Protective Without Being Controlling

He trusts you completely, but if he senses danger, he’s at your side in an instant, ready to eliminate any threat without hesitation.

Loves Watching You Sleep

Not in a creepy way—he just finds peace in watching your steady breathing, knowing you’re safe and sound beside him.

Takes Forever to Open Up

It’s hard for him to let people in, so when he finally shares his past and vulnerabilities with you, it means he truly trusts and loves you.

Will Sacrifice Anything for You

If you were ever in danger, he wouldn’t think twice about putting himself in harm’s way to protect you, no matter the cost.

Adores Physical Touch in Private

In public, he’s composed and distant, but behind closed doors, he melts at your touch, leaning into your warmth like he’s been starved of affection for years.

Finds Comfort in Your Presence

Just sitting together, reading or enjoying the quiet, brings him peace. You don’t need to talk—your presence alone is enough for him.

Gives the Softest Kisses

When Kakashi kisses you, it’s slow and lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of your lips in case he never gets to do it again.

Calls You Cute Nicknames in a Teasing Way

Expect names like “sweetheart,” “darling,” or even “my little weakness,” always said with that smirk hidden behind his mask.

Remembers Every Tiny Detail About You

Your favorite food, how you like your tea, even the way you furrow your brows when you’re focused—he notices everything.

Flustered When You Flirt Back

He loves teasing you, but if you catch him off guard with a bold compliment or a flirtatious remark, you might actually make the Copy Ninja blush.

Loves When You Run Your Fingers Through His Hair

He won’t ask for it, but if you absentmindedly play with his silver hair, he’ll close his eyes and relax completely under your touch.

Rare but Heartfelt “I Love You’s”

He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, it’s soft, sincere, and spoken like a promise he’ll keep forever.

Late-Night Talks Under the Stars

Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he’ll take you on a walk, holding your hand and talking about life, the future, and the things he wishes he could have.

Jealous but Subtle

He won’t make a scene, but if another guy flirts with you, Kakashi will casually wrap an arm around your waist, making it clear that you’re his.

Leaves You Cute Notes

If he’s away on a mission, he’ll leave behind little handwritten notes, each one filled with affectionate words or inside jokes just for you.

Always Makes Sure You Feel Safe

Whether it’s walking on the side of the road closer to traffic or holding you a little tighter at night, Kakashi is always looking out for you.

Kisses Your Forehead A Lot

It’s his favorite way to show affection—gentle, lingering kisses on your forehead, especially when he thinks you need reassurance.

His Love is Forever

Kakashi has lost too many people in his life, so when he loves, he loves deeply. If he’s yours, he’s yours for life.

OBITO UCHIHA

Hopelessly Devoted to You

If Obito loves you, he loves you with everything he has. His devotion is unwavering, and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you.

Possessive but Not Controlling

He’s not the type to dictate your actions, but he does get jealous easily. If someone gets too close, his Sharingan might activate out of pure instinct.

Overprotective to a Fault

Losing Rin broke him, so the thought of losing you terrifies him. He’ll shadow you even when you don’t realize it, always making sure you’re safe.

Loves to Tease You

He has a mischievous, almost childish side. Expect playful pokes, smug smirks, and sarcastic remarks just to see you flustered.

Masks His Feelings with Humour

He’s been through so much pain that he struggles to express deep emotions. Instead, he cracks jokes or brushes things off with a laugh to hide his vulnerability.

Soft for You and Only You

To the rest of the world, he might be ruthless and cold, but with you, he’s gentle—he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Cuddling is a Must

He’s touch-starved, and though he won’t outright admit it, he craves your warmth. He’ll cling to you like his life depends on it, especially on bad days.

Always Watching Over You

Even when he’s not physically there, he’s keeping an eye on you. Whether through Kamui or simple intuition, he always knows when you need him.

Late-Night Talks About the Past

When he finally opens up, it’s usually under the stars, his voice low and raw with emotion. He trusts you with the pain he’s never shared with anyone else.

Gets Easily Flustered by Your Affection

Compliment him unexpectedly, and you’ll catch him struggling to hide his blush. He’ll mumble something sarcastic, but inside, he’s melting.

Hates Seeing You Cry

If you ever break down, expect him to hold you close and whisper reassurances. He doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll never leave your side.

Rough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside

He might act indifferent or tough, but the moment you’re hurt, he turns into the most caring and protective person in the world.

Worships the Ground You Walk On

He genuinely believes you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He looks at you like you hung the moon.

Forehead Kisses Are His Weakness

He adores giving you soft forehead kisses, especially when he’s feeling sentimental. It’s his way of saying “I love you” without words.

Stubborn and Jealous

He’ll never admit he’s jealous, but his actions give him away—crossed arms, cold glares, and suddenly pulling you closer.

Wants You to Be Happy More Than Anything

Even if he’s consumed by darkness, your happiness is his one light. He’ll do anything to see you smile.

Acts Tough But Needs Reassurance

Deep down, he fears you’ll leave him. He won’t say it outright, but he needs you to remind him that you love him and that you’re not going anywhere.

Low-Key a Drama King

He’ll dramatically complain if you ignore him for too long or joke about how “heartbroken” he is if you tease him.

Falling Asleep in His Arms Feels Safe

He holds you tightly, as if making sure you’re still there. Sometimes, he whispers your name in his sleep.

His Love is Eternal

Once Obito loves you, it’s forever. Even in another life, another world, his heart will always belong to you.

MADARA UCHIHA

Absolute Possessiveness

Madara sees you as his and his alone. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else being too close to you and will make it clear that you belong to him.

Unwavering Loyalty

Once you have his heart, there’s no turning back. He would tear apart entire armies for you without hesitation.

Protective to the Extreme

He won’t just protect you; he’ll eliminate anything that even dares to be a threat. No one messes with what belongs to him.

Cold to Others, Warm to You

The world sees him as ruthless, but with you, there’s a softness he doesn’t show anyone else.

Intimidating but Affectionate

He might tower over you with his imposing presence, but when it’s just the two of you, his touches are surprisingly gentle.

Rare but Overwhelmingly Intense Affection

Madara isn’t one for public displays of affection, but when he does express love, it’s deep, passionate, and consuming.

Loves When You Challenge Him

He enjoys a partner with fire—someone who won’t back down easily. If you can argue with him and hold your ground, he’s even more intrigued.

He’s a Tease, but Only for You

He has a sharp wit and enjoys making sly remarks just to see your reaction. It’s rare, but when he does, it’s always amusing.

Forehead Touches Instead of Kisses

He’s not the most openly affectionate person, but resting his forehead against yours is his way of expressing deep emotion.

A Warrior’s Devotion

If he has to choose between you and war, he’ll hesitate—but ultimately, you are his greatest weakness.

Hates Seeing You in Pain

He doesn’t always know how to comfort you, but his protective nature intensifies whenever you’re upset.

Prefers Actions Over Words

Madara isn’t a man of sweet nothings. His love is shown through actions, whether that’s guarding you, bringing you something you need, or pulling you into his arms.

Expect to Be Called “Foolish” Often

It’s just his way of teasing you when you do something reckless or stubborn. He secretly finds it endearing.

Nighttime Talks About His Past

If you gain his trust, he might share fragments of his past, speaking in low, contemplative tones while holding you close.

A Terrifyingly Loyal Man

If you betray him, there’s no forgiveness. But if you stand by his side, he’ll fight the entire world for you.

Softest Spot for You and Only You

While he’s cold and calculating with others, you are the one person he lets his guard down around.

Hates Admitting His Feelings

He’ll grumble about it, but his actions betray how deeply he cares. If you call him out on it, he’ll roll his eyes and change the subject.

A Deep, Gravelly Voice Whispering in Your Ear

His voice alone can make your heart race, especially when he’s murmuring your name.

His Stare is Intense

Whether in battle or simply watching you across the room, his gaze is piercing and unreadable—but there’s a hidden tenderness in it when it’s just you.

Loving Madara is Like Loving a Storm

He is raw power, destruction, and ambition wrapped into one. But if you can handle the chaos, you’ll find that his love is just as fierce as his rage.

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💋 💋 💋

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Sasuke Uchiha post training❗️

🎧 🎵— love is embarrassing by Olivia Rodrigo💜

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PROMPT: When a parent’s hokage cosplay competition happened in the academy’s Family Day event, Hinata Hyuuga-Uzumaki went to Himawari’s school as her husband—the nation’s hero

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Hiii! This was me! Can i request Sasuke x fem Uchiha s/o arranged marriage pls? Also can you make it non massacred au! Thank you!

Blood Chains — Sasuke Uchiha

pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x fem uchiha reader!

word count: 4595 k ( I might have gone a bit overboard i really need to get a life)

summary: You are forced to marry in order to continue the pure bloodline.

warnings; none, arranged married (?

hope you like it!

The Uchiha Clan had always been one of the cornerstones of Konoha. With their strength, their honorable history, and, above all, the cherished power running through their veins, they had left an indelible mark on the village. However, not everything within the clan had always been harmonious. After years of internal and political strife, the Uchiha decided that the best way to maintain the lineage and the purity of the Sharingan was through an arranged marriage between two strong members of the same bloodline.

Y/n Uchiha, a beautiful young woman with a strong spirit and an indomitable character, had never imagined being part of a political marriage. She was born to be a warrior, to preserve the honor and memory of her clan. She had always believed that her life would not depend on a man. Yet, when the clan council announced her arranged marriage to Sasuke Uchiha, she couldn’t help but feel trapped. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she couldn’t deny her father’s wishes.

Sasuke, on the other hand, had long distanced himself from everything the clan represented. He loved his family but had witnessed too many horrors in his life—too many betrayals, too many broken promises. His brother’s death had scarred him deeply, and walking a solitary path, regardless of the cost, was his way of surviving. He didn’t care about the clan, arranged marriages, or bloodline purity. But destiny—or rather, duty—had caught up with him, and even though he resisted, he couldn’t refuse.

When you were informed that you would marry Sasuke, you weren’t surprised. But that didn’t mean you were happy about it. Y/n understood her duty and was willing to fulfill it, yet she didn’t expect Sasuke to be so… irritating.

The wedding day arrived. The air was heavy with unspoken expectations placed upon the shoulders of the two young ninjas. They exchanged glances at the altar—not the look of lovers, but of two individuals simply accepting what had been imposed on them. It was only a brief moment, and Sasuke, in his habitual silence, showed no emotion. Y/n, on the other hand, stood firm, her eyes reflecting a determination that Sasuke had known since they were children, but there was also a shadow of doubt. What kind of future awaited them together?

The atmosphere during the ceremony was filled with curious glances and expectations from all members of the clan, especially their parents, who viewed the marriage as a necessary step for the survival of the lineage. “The clan needs this union,” was all you repeated to yourself as you listened to the priest’s words. There was no turning back now. You were trapped with him for the rest of your life, fulfilling your duty.

The first few days after the wedding were a silent torment for both. Sasuke spent most of his time away on missions for the village, escaping from his new reality. You, on your part, tried to fulfill your role as a wife, but the household duties and the clan’s administrative responsibilities left you with no peace. The bond between the two was so distant it could be cut with a feather.

One evening, after a long day of training, Sasuke returned home, tired but unwilling to yield. You were preparing dinner—a small welcoming gesture you hoped he’d appreciate, though Sasuke didn’t even notice it. His indifference immediately annoyed you. You were trying, and he didn’t care. Why was he such an idiot?

“Do you have something to say?” your sharp voice broke the silence, almost challenging.

Sasuke didn’t respond immediately. He was too exhausted to argue, but at the same time, something inside him couldn’t ignore the spark of irritation that had been growing toward you during his days at home.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied indifferently, dropping his bag on the floor. He chose not to fight.

You didn’t look at him, but anger began bubbling inside you. How dare he be so distant? you thought. “Then… why don’t you speak, Sasuke? Why do you ignore everything here?”

“I already told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answered, now with a hint of irritation. There was something about his attitude that drove you mad. Crossing your arms, you stared at him with determination. This was the first conversation you’d had in days, and you weren’t going to back down so easily.

“I’m not here to play your games, Sasuke. This marriage—whether it’s just for the clan or not—forces us to live together. I’m not some decorative figure in this house you can simply ignore,” you said, unable to keep the anger from filling your voice. Sasuke observed you for a long moment, surprised by the strength of your words.

“And what do you expect from me? To call you ‘dear’ and live a happy life? This isn’t a fairy tale,” Sasuke said, his voice cold and distant as always.

And there it was again—that discomfort in the air, that insurmountable barrier between the two of you. You sighed, feeling your nerves start to snap. You couldn’t continue living like this, in constant friction. But he was right, so you locked yourself in your room with a loud slam of the door.

The next confrontation wasn’t long in coming. A week later, while Sasuke was away, you couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening between the two of you. You couldn’t deny that there was something about Sasuke that attracted you—a darkness that seemed to call to your own inner shadows. But there was also something about him that repulsed you: his indifference, his inability to connect. You were so alike, yet so different.

Since the wedding, your world had changed drastically, but that didn’t mean you would stay silent in the face of the contempt you felt from your husband.

Sasuke arrived home late, as always. You were waiting for him with a cup of tea in your hands, staring at the floor. Sasuke removed his sandals, paying little attention to your actions, and went straight to the window, seeking some calm after a long and exhausting day. The barrier between you remained firm.

You stood up, leaving the cup on the table, and slowly approached him. “Why are you here, Sasuke?” you asked, your voice firm but with a layer of vulnerability you couldn’t hide. “If you don’t want to be here, if you really don’t care to make an effort, just say so and leave.”

Sasuke turned to you, his dark eyes as empty as ever, but this time there was something different in his gaze—a spark of doubt, of guilt, as if your words were beginning to sink in. “I don’t understand you,” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “What do you want me to say, Y/n? That I don’t care about this?” His tone softened slightly, but his attitude remained cold, calculating.

“Then tell me,” you challenged, locking your eyes with his. “Because you haven’t said a single sincere word since we got married. I don’t know what you think, I don’t know what you feel. Is this really what you want, Sasuke? For us to live as strangers under the same roof?”

Sasuke stared at your face, noticing for the first time the intensity of your frustration, your pain. You were hurting, too. “Not everything can be solved with words,” he murmured, turning back to the window. “What I do, I do for the clan, for the future. If you have something to reproach me for, say it. I don’t have time for explanations.”

But in his eyes, you saw something else. An internal struggle, a battle he had never wanted to share. It couldn’t be that simple. Sasuke Uchiha—the man who had dedicated his life to revenge and solitude—was fighting against something he didn’t understand, something you couldn’t clearly see.

The tension in the room was palpable. You could feel the anger beginning to simmer in your chest, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of attraction toward him. His presence, his strength, the way he seemed so distant, so out of reach, stirred a mix of conflicting emotions within you. Once again, you let it pass, retreating to your room.

The next day, you decided to do something you hadn't done in a long time: step out of your comfort zone. For years, you had been part of the clan, always controlled, always aware of your responsibilities. But at that moment, you couldn’t keep ignoring what you felt. So, for once, you took a risk.

You walked toward the library of the Uchiha mansion, where Sasuke often spent long hours reading. The air was silent, the whisper of books sliding between shelves filling the space. He was there, standing in front of a bookshelf, his body hunched over the volumes.

“Can I talk to you?” you asked, the voice softer than usual, devoid of the anger that typically accompanied your words.

Sasuke glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes void of emotion. “About what?”

You stepped closer, with your heart pounding in your chest. “About us,” you replied, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. "I don’t want to live like this, Sasuke. I don’t want to be in a marriage where all we do is ignore each other, and when we don’t, we argue."

There was a pause. Sasuke said nothing, but his expression softened slightly. You didn’t know if that was a good sign or not.

"Maybe, just maybe, if we give ourselves a chance, we could understand each other. Maybe even become... friends."

Sasuke turned fully, his eyes fixed on her. “I don’t want to be trapped in a lie,” he said, his tone heavy, but the intensity in his gaze suggested those words were not only for you but for himself as well. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to act. I...”

But seeing how much he struggled to open up, you didn’t let him finish. You took another step closer and suddenly stopped him with a hand on his chest. Sasuke froze at your touch, staring into your eyes with surprise, and though his body remained tense, the energy in the air shifted, both of you felt it.

"I know," you whispered. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try. Because, Sasuke, if we don’t, this story will never have an ending.”

It was then that something shifted between them—a change so subtle no one else could have noticed. But in that instant, thanks to that small touch, you and Sasuke realized that the tension growing between you for so long was not just the result of the clan’s expectations or family responsibilities. There was something more, something that connected you, something neither of you could fully understand.

As days passed, the tension between Sasuke and T/n didn’t completely disappear, but something began to change in their strange dynamic. Both started interacting more subtly, less distantly. They no longer avoided glances or uncomfortable conversations. There was a fragile peace between them—one that seemed more like a temporary truce than a definitive solution.

One night, while dining in silence, Sasuke broke the stillness. “Y/n…” His voice sounded less harsh than usual. “Why do you always challenge me?”

You looked up, surprised by the question. Sasuke rarely spoke of emotions, let alone his thoughts. “Because I don’t think everything has to be so cold and calculated. The clan shouldn’t be the only thing that matters. Not when you’re so trapped in your own thoughts that you can’t even see what you have here.”

Sasuke stared at you, unsure if your words had any truth or if you were just searching for something more in him. But without a doubt, you had struck a nerve. He had always lived for his family, for the Uchiha clan, and had learned to disconnect from emotions. But with you, everything seemed different.

Silence fell between them again, but now it wasn’t as heavy. Though they didn’t speak, Sasuke began observing her more closely. There was something in her gaze—something defiant, something he had never noticed in any other woman of his clan. She wasn’t someone who would submit to the will of others, not even his. That intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.

A few days later, the Uchiha clan organized an important business meeting that you were both obligated to attend. During the meeting, Sasuke was absorbed in discussions with the leaders, while you watched with disdain the conversations about alliances and strategies. For some time now, you had been considering stepping back; you were tired of fighting. At that moment, a man from a rival clan began to make insinuations toward you, praising your skills and hinting at something more than mere admiration.

“You’re a very strong woman, Y/n,” the man said with a smile, stepping a little closer. “It’s an honor to meet such an… impressive Uchiha.”

You frowned, uncomfortable. However, the man’s words flattered your ego. “Thank you, Yamada,” you replied, stepping slightly away from the man’s hands, which had shamelessly landed on your waist. “But I’m not interested in your empty compliments.”

Sasuke watched everything from his position at the table, and although his face remained impassive, something inside him stirred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. But what right did he have to feel that way? After all, he himself had treated you coldly, and you two were only just beginning to coexist in peace.

But the way that man approached T/n awakened something in Sasuke. He couldn’t let another man be so close to you. Though he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, he knew he couldn’t allow things to get more complicated than they already were.

When the party ended, Sasuke walked toward you without saying a word, brushing past the man with a deliberate bump. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, recognizing the tension in his posture.

“Was that necessary?” you asked, crossing your arms. “It’s just a game for him, Sasuke.”

“I couldn’t care less about what he wants,” Sasuke replied in a low tone, almost murmuring. “I care about what you want.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and though you wanted to challenge him, a part of you felt touched by his words. Sasuke, in his own way, was telling you something without fully saying it. There was something more behind his distant and protective demeanor. Why did he feel that impulse to protect her now?

The previous night, something had changed in Sasuke. Although he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, seeing T/n distant from him—even smiling with another man—made him realize he wasn’t willing to let you go. Somehow, you were beginning to stir something inside him, something that had been dormant for years.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Although you still saw him as your husband by obligation, the tension between you had intensified in ways you couldn’t ignore. Was that what you wanted now? To have something more with Sasuke, even if he would never be the romantic man you had dreamed of?

One day, after a morning training session, Sasuke stopped in front of you while you practiced your ninjutsu techniques. It was clear that the way you both looked at each other had shifted, but neither dared to speak about what they truly felt. You were exhausted, your breath uneven, yet you stood tall and defiant as always. Sasuke, on the other hand, watched you with a mix of respect and... something else.

“What is it, Sasuke? Are you just going to stand there staring at me all day?” you said without stopping your training, a touch of sarcasm in your voice.

“I’m just wondering…” Sasuke began, his tone serious. “Why do you push yourself so hard, Y/N?” He had spent his whole life watching you push yourself to the edge, becoming formidable.

You stopped training and turned to him with a challenging look. “Because I need to be better. I can’t afford to fail. This is my life, Sasuke. The one I’ve built for myself. And you? Why do you do it? Is it just for the clan, or is there something more?”

Sasuke stared at her in silence, a mix of frustration and strange admiration bubbling within him. you are unstoppable.

“I do it for what I represent,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “For my clan. For Konoha.”

“Then keep pretending you’re not human,” you replied sharply. “Keep pretending you don’t care what you think or feel and stay out of it.”

Your response left Sasuke silent, but inwardly, he felt wounded. It was true. He had always kept his emotions under control, never letting anything distract him from his responsibilities. But you had seen beyond his facade, and that both irritated and intrigued him.

That same night, after dinner, they found themselves once again in the Uchiha mansion garden. The moonlight bathed the ground covered in fallen leaves, and the stillness of the place allowed them to remain silent without the pressure of prying eyes.

“Have you ever thought that we could be more than a political arrangement?” Sasuke broke the silence, his voice deep.

You looked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his words. “I don’t know,” you answered after a long moment. “I’ve never thought about what could be. I’ve only focused on what is.”

Sasuke stepped closer to you, cautiously, as though weighing every word. “And what is that, exactly? You and I living like this forever?”

Your gaze remained locked with his, a flash of emotion passing through your eyes. “I don’t want to be just another pawn on the chessboard, Sasuke. I don’t want to be your obligation.”

Sasuke studied you intently, feeling your words sink deeper than he expected. There was something in your gaze that was disarming him. Something that told him he could no longer ignore his own feelings, the ones he had kept locked away for so long.

“Then what do you want from me?” he asked in a low voice, a spark of desperation in his tone that felt foreign to him.

You took a step back, returning to the strong, defiant woman you had always been. “I want you to stop hiding behind your responsibilities and start being real with me, Sasuke. I can’t keep living in a world where everything is just another damn duty.”

The air between both of you grew heavier, but Sasuke didn’t back down. He couldn’t. Something in his chest was beating fiercely, and it wasn’t just for the clan, not just for Konoha. Something else was driving him to stand there, facing you, ready to confront his own demons.

For the first time in a long while, you were not just adversaries. Perhaps, just perhaps, you were beginning to understand each other.

Even though you and Sasuke shared the same home and, in theory, were fulfilling your duties as husband and wife within the clan, there was a palpable distance between you. However, something had shifted in your relationship: words were no longer necessary to acknowledge that your feelings were evolving.

A couple of months after the marriage, Sasuke was in his office reviewing documents when a shadow appeared at the door. It was you, with your usual defiant demeanor, but this time, there was something different in your gaze.

“What’s keeping you so busy, Sasuke?” you asked, your voice laced with curiosity. “You can’t spend the entire day buried in paperwork.”

Sasuke looked up, his expression as impassive as ever, but his eyes revealed a spark of interest. “Work, as always. Do you have something to say, Y/N?”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on his desk. “Do you really have to spend all day locked in here, doing things that have nothing to do with us?” Your words, though direct, carried a faint tone of reproach.

Sasuke watched you for a long moment, something he rarely did. For a second, everything about him seemed more vulnerable. His life, always so controlled and calculated, was beginning to crumble under the weight of his own heart. What did he truly want? He couldn’t keep living solely for the clan. You knew it, and he felt it too.

“What do you suggest, then?” he finally asked, his voice unusually gentle.

You smiled faintly, the spark of challenge in your eyes. “That we stop pretending we’re just tools of the clan, Sasuke. Maybe what we need is time... time for us.”

The change in Sasuke was subtle but unmistakable. There was something in your words that resonated within him, something he hadn’t considered before. What you needed wasn’t just to fulfill a duty. There was a need to be honest with each other, to finally be real.

That afternoon, Sasuke decided to break free from his daily routine, spurred by your words. He invited you to train outside the city, in a calm area far from the Uchiha mansion. You wanted to train together, simply to enjoy each other’s company without the expectations of the clan.

The sun was setting as you arrived at a clearing near the forest. You glanced at Sasuke as he began to stretch, preparing to start. His body, always so rigid, moved with an innate grace.

“How do you manage to stay so... cold?” you asked as you began your own warm-up.

Sasuke looked at you again, as if deciding whether to answer. “It’s not cold. Just... efficient.”

“Efficient,” you repeated mockingly. “I know you, Sasuke Uchiha. It’s a façade. And you know it.”

He said nothing, but inside, his thoughts were turbulent. Did you really see him that way? What you said had struck a nerve. He wasn’t just a “cold man” or a machine that only thought about the clan. There was more to him, and for the first time, he felt you were the only one who saw it.

When the two of you began training, the tension between you became palpable. Every movement, every technique, was a blend of challenge, rivalry, and something more... something that was slowly building. However, the most disconcerting thing was the electricity that seemed to flow—a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

Suddenly, as you sparred, Sasuke blocked one of your attacks, causing you to fall to the ground. The air grew heavier, as if everything between you had condensed into that single moment. Sasuke extended his hand to help you up, and as your eyes met, you found yourselves closer than ever before.

“You’ll have to do better if you want to beat me,” Sasuke said, trying to deflect the tension, though his voice was softer, tinged with something he couldn’t quite identify.

Instead of responding with words, you challenged him with a fierce red gaze—the unmistakable Sharingan you both shared. He smiled. Something was brewing between you, something even your egos couldn’t deny.

After an exhausting day of training, you shared a light meal at the mansion. Though both of you were reluctant to show emotions, the dynamic between you had changed. Sasuke couldn’t stop watching you, noticing how you ate, how you smiled, how every small gesture seemed more genuine than the empty moments of his past.

When you both finished, Sasuke stood and walked to the window, gazing at the horizon. The silence in the room was comfortable, something he rarely felt.

You watched him from where you sat, saying nothing for a few moments. Something in the air had shifted.

“You know,” you finally said, breaking the silence. “I... I don’t know if we’ll ever become what the clan expects of us. But maybe, we can try to be something else. Just us.”

Sasuke turned to you, his piercing eyes meeting yours. For a long second, he said nothing. Your heart pounded, feeling the weight of your words. Perhaps you’d ruined things, and he would withdraw again.

Then, suddenly, Sasuke stepped toward you, close enough that your breaths mingled. “Y/N...” he murmured, almost in a whisper.

The world seemed to stop, and you weren’t sure if it was the right moment to continue, to take the next step. But something in his eyes told you that, perhaps, the future wasn’t as uncertain as it once seemed.

Sasuke didn’t move for a long moment, his gaze locked on yours. The tension in the air was palpable, indescribable, something you both felt but neither wanted to admit. Your hearts seemed to beat in sync, and the silence between you turned into something almost sacred.

Taking a deep breath, your hands trembled slightly, though you tried to maintain composure. Should you take the first step? Something inside told you yes. You couldn’t keep ignoring what you felt—not when every fiber of your being yearned for him.

Finally, it was Sasuke who broke the silence, his voice low and husky. “Y/N...” he whispered your name again in a way he never had before. It was soft but carried an emotional weight you immediately recognized. In that moment, it was just the two of you.

Without further thought, Sasuke stepped even closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The distance between you closed, and as you looked up, your faces were so close that your breaths intertwined.

“What... what is happening between us?” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion.

Sasuke didn’t reply with words. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, and in an impulsive act, captured your lips with his.

The kiss was gentle at first, cautious, as if you both feared what would come next. But soon, the tension that had been building for weeks—that spark that had always been there but neither dared to acknowledge—exploded. Sasuke pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as you clung to his clothes, seeking more of the feeling only he could give you.

The kiss deepened with urgency, as if everything you hadn’t said before was being conveyed through that single moment. The world disappeared. The clan’s duties, the weight of expectations—all of it faded away. Only the two of you existed, discovering a new feeling, something you’d never experienced before.

When the kiss broke, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads touching, gazes locked. Your heart pounded wildly, as if it had finally found its rhythm.

“This...” Sasuke began, but his words trailed off, unable to find the right way to describe what had just happened.

With a shy but genuine smile, you whispered in reply, “This is just the beginning, Sasuke.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your words lingering in the air. But the certainty of what you had just shared, of what was growing between you, was clear. It no longer mattered what the clan thought or what the history of your families dictated. From that moment on, the rules had changed.

Now, the story was yours to write.

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Kakashi Hatake and the quiet ways he shows he cares

Kakashi Hatake, who pretends not to notice when you’re struggling with something, but subtly adjusts his schedule or actions to make things easier for you, as if by accident.

Kakashi Hatake, who somehow always knows when you’re about to trip or drop something, steadying you with a quick hand, muttering, “Careful now,” like it wasn’t instinctual.

Kakashi Hatake, who lends you one of his worn books, casually pointing out his favorite passages, even though it’s his way of letting you see a piece of himself.

Kakashi Hatake, who avoids openly affectionate gestures in public but stands just a little closer to you, his presence acting as a silent shield.

Kakashi Hatake, who fixes the little things without making a big deal out of it—tightening the strap on your bag or adjusting your umbrella on a rainy day—and then moves on as if nothing happened.

Kakashi Hatake, who notices your favorite flowers and occasionally surprises you with one, leaving it where he knows you’ll find it.

Kakashi Hatake who makes quiet mornings more peaceful, handing you a cup of perfectly brewed tea without saying a word, his presence grounding even in silence.

Kakashi Hatake, who listens intently when you talk, his gaze soft and unwavering, even when he pretends he’s only half-paying attention.

Kakashi Hatake, who insists on walking you almost anywhere, brushing it off with a simple, “It’s on my way,” even though it’s clearly not.

Kakashi Hatake, who sits with you under the stars after a long day, offering advice just if you need—just the quiet reassurance that he’s there, and he always will be.

another smau with kakashi

sasuke one

naruto one

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Me when I realize I'll never have a romance with my favorite character 😢

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I loathe the concept of the curse of hatred it’s so fucking stupid I genuinely forget everyone and their mother in canon thinks Uchiha powers come from hatred TGATS BULLSHIT!! It’s love!! Love!! The fundamental part of being human that shinobi are taught to remove themselves from and that Uchiha never can!! Sharingan at every point stems from them being human and loving and hurting and grieving!! It’s neither about hatred nor a curse in the first place. They’re GENETICALLY the LEAST suitable people to be shinobi in general because of their inherent emotionality. What the fuck are they doing here. And still they’re doing it better than everyone else. What legends

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people gloss over the fact that he's canonically one of the booktok girlies too much. the man reads smut in public spaces with a straighface y'all, c'mon.

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Being Dumb and 12-Years-Old with Team 7 Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Being 12, Mixed AU

𓆃 Genin are a different breed of insufferable. Because they do such heavy, "adult" work, the times genin get to be kids, they almost double down and have to get a certain amount of thoughtlessness out of their system.

Naruto

𓆃 Naruto is just spending money on useless things. He has no idea how to handle money at all and will pay for things in the lowest coin denomination possible.

𓆃 He's a sucker for "limited-time" snacks, no matter what the flavor, and he's paying for everything with the lowest denomination possible.

𓆃 So you're standing at the cash register with your two "spicy pickle and cream" flavored onigiri while the poor cashier has to count 200 1ryō coins.

𓆃 And even after all of that, Naruto will be short.

𓆃 Naruto will be too loud and laugh too much in public spaces. He can't keep his hands off anything and will get you kicked out of at least one (1) business every few weeks.

𓆃 Will go into a business without buying anything and just sit down and hang out. Has absolutely no social anxiety and will stay completely oblivious to the clear mounting frustration on the employee's face until he's asked to leave.

𓆃 Be prepared to apologize for him a million times or instead you can validate to him that he totally didn't do anything wrong— what was that guy's problem?

𓆃 Then you're going back to his apartment, trying to eat spicy noodles— that were actually far too spicy for either of you but neither of you are admitting that— and getting into scream debates over TV shows until the neighbors are banging on the wall because you're being too loud.

𓆃 He's also showing you the grossest things the internet has to offer and traumatizing you for life.

Sakura

𓆃 You and Sakura think you're such mature little adults, meanwhile, you're getting all anxious about the passive aggressive fights you're getting into with your peers.

𓆃 And in true 12-year-old fashion, no one is beefing with each other to their faces, but you sure as hell are sending each other to talk to other people and then report back to you.

𓆃 You once texted Ino's "ex-boyfriend" just asking, "Is this ___?” He threatened to call the authorities and Sakura and Ino had to calm you down for the rest of the night.

𓆃 You think you're being sneaky using the samples from the beauty store to put make up on, and looking back you're baffled you didn't get an infection.

𓆃 Any underwear outside of standard cotton panties is scandalous and terrifying, and there was definitely a time you all bought a lacy undergarment together and worried for a solid hour how to get them home without your parents knowing.

𓆃 You never wore them. Your parents never found out.

𓆃 Sakura and Ino gave you a make over during a sleepover once, even though their version of make up was just very caked on foundation and boxy eyebrows.

𓆃 Every so often, the three of you will pair off and have fights with each other. You and Sakura will have a fight that Ino "mediates." You'll "mediate" a fight between Sakura and Ino... and totally take sides. You'll tell Sakura that Ino's wrong, and Ino that Sakura is wrong.

𓆃 The fights don't last long and usually result in some tears shed and ice cream bought.

Sasuke

𓆃 Sasuke touts himself as a sort of wiz on the piano or perhaps on the guitar, when in reality, he just learned to play three songs really well.

𓆃 He won't outwardly flex, but you can tell he likes to be recognized for it. He'd whip the skill out on days he's feeling particularly down.

𓆃 He'll tell you that you're going to "start a band," but you "won't be like other music groups that just want to get famous". But in reality, when you go over to his place, you'll just end up eating junk food, playing games, and won't ever actually touch an instrument.

𓆃 The closest you'll get is karaoke, but if you ever mention it ever again Sasuke won't talk to you for a week.

𓆃 And he's not immune to sending someone back and forth with messages to you because he's not talking to you. But "not in the way girls do," whatever that means.

𓆃 He’ll also accidentally download something shady from a shady website one night after going down some obscure internet rabbit hole, and Sasuke will say he's not worried about it, but he'll call you when you get home hyperventilating about how worried he is about it.

𓆃 You'll try to learn how to ride the latest form of transportation on wheels together, but the moment Sasuke discovers he's not instantly good at it he'll get mad at you for being better than he is even though it's only been 10 minutes and are you really that better than he is?

𓆃 Only posing for pictures with a scowl and hands clasped in front of you. Bonus points if your head is tilted back. These are photos you and Sasuke hide when you're older.

𓆃 Coming up with nicknames for yourselves and subtly trying to encourage other people to start calling you those nicknames.

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Notes: No offense to any 12 year olds in the audience. Being your age is universally a cringe time it's okay it's a right of passage.