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I love when Obito just
#I love his crazy smile so much 😇☺️#When he is bad but you still like him#He is so gorgeous 💜#Obito and his cute little smile#He is crazy and mentally sick and I love him for that#obito uchiha#obito#obito supremacy#obito simp#obito my beloved#You can't tell me he has not the most crazy and most creepy smile from all the uchiha#naruto shipuden
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𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦
[ 🌸 ] uchiha version
characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha
genre: fluff
warnings: none, fem!reader
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itachi uchiha
*cute boy *against all odds, his interest in you did not begin at the academy. *actually, you and him weren't even in the same class, lmao- it all started on a mission. *he didn't even turn to look at you when the hokage told him that you would be on his team lie, he did- he even turned to look at you twice
*things got a little crazy in the mission, and suddenly your team was surrounded by enemy ninjas. Quickly, four of your group members were injured, and itachi was starting to wear out. He had really forgotten about you
*and it is just at that moment that you manage to reach him after putting your injured companions in a safe place
*my boy let out the air that he had been holding after he realized that you were fine and that he was not alone in this, haha
*after the fight and reaching Konoha successfully, and after checking that the injured were okay and giving the report to the hokage he approached you
A quiet, yet soft voice spoke to you from behind you, "… I wanted to thank you for earlier"
*you smiled tenderly at his grateful words, assuring him that there was nothing to be thankful for
*obviously, you weren't aware of the little jump that Itachi's heart gave when he saw your pretty smile.
*the poor kid froze before mentally beating himself up to compose himself.
*just as you were leaving, he stopped you
“…would you like to go out some day?”
"huh?"
*although several months have passed, he will never admit his attraction to you, at least not for now.
*but you can rest easy… It won't take that long until Shisui or his mother encourage him to court you when they realize that he is feeling things for his pretty teammate.
"What's wrong? Is the whiz boy afraid of a pretty girl?" //proceeds to poke him in succession with his finger// “huh? huh? huh-?”
“Shisui… you have 5 seconds to run, and two have already passed”
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obito uchiha
*obito swore that he would not fall in love again after what happened with rin *but it happens that nothing goes as he wants *especially after you walked through that door of the akatsuki hideout with your stupid and pretty smile *he found himself looking for you after that meeting under the pretext that he didn't trust you for being the new girl lying boy, he just wanted to see your smile *on the other hand you were beginning to feel harassed by the awkward boy with the orange mask *your partner and his friend-rival realized that
"but senpaaaaaaaaai-"
"tobi stop pestering!"
"but tobi just want to see how the new girl is doing!"
"i swear to God and everything beautiful in this world-!"
"…can I turn him into a puppet?"
"guys…"
*they pretend that they are not interested if something happens to you, or that tobi does something to you they are a couple of liars
*but you can be sure of something- obito will never tell you who he is
*although if you want something with him, you will have to go for it, girl.
*he won't accept how he feels about you unless you make him see it, lmao
*although he will protect you feverishly even if both of you are not something
*imagine that you are on a mission with Tobi, and suddenly you come across something that could put you in danger
*oh yeah, just ignores tobi's mood swing and strange aura while he deals with the bad guys
*don't worry, he will be your shadow, although you will never know it.
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madara uchiha
*this intimidating man is a joke, pfff- don't look at me like that
*the man is a 10/10 when it comes to talking about politics
*but he's a 0/10 when it comes to confronting you, lmao
*you're not even from his clan to begin with, and his father only taught him to woo women from his clan, not outside women from the uchiha clan tend to expect certain behaviors when expecting to be courted
*anyway
*he started to fall in love when he saw your pretty eyes when you looked directly at him without any fear or shame
*he's not going to lie; it made him nervous
*because since his sharingan woke up, no woman dared to look him in the eye in the same way that you did, oh
*you make his stomach feel light and his mind spin
*and don't make me start with his face, which looks flushed and the fact that it feels very hot
*the man thinks you're some kind of magician or something, lmao
*because, my God, how is this event possible?
*The great madara uchiha in love? What a lie
*anyway
*do you have patience? good, you will need it to wait for the man to gain confidence
*because he may be confident and headstrong when it comes to the battlefield, but he's a cinnamon bun who doesn't know how to pose for the audience when it comes to the dreaded ✨romance✨
“come on, big brother… you can do it!”
"wait…- no izuna!"
"hey Y/N, my brother wants to ask you something!"
"izuna-!"
*God, please help him
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sasuke uchiha
*a disaster
*a complete disaster
*he can handle hate, you know?
*but he can't handle these beautiful emotions and sensations, oww
*make his stomach flutter and his legs shake unnaturally
*he's already a teenager, he thinks… he's too mature for this, he thinks!
*poor guy
*if he only knew
*anyway
*try to avoid you
*like, if you're on his "renamed team every chapter" he'll just ignore your existence
*He won't be rude, though!
*it will be more like a "good morning" in the morning and a "good night" at night, and that's it
*those will be your only interactions 💀
*ah, but don't let him see you in danger, he'll run to where you are without hesitation, pfff
*in the end, everything stops thanks to the intervention of Suigetsu and Jugo who couldn't stand the two of them
*somehow they manage to make sasuke bring up his feelings for you
*so they decide to help him at the end of the day with motivating words
"you just have to talk to her"
//jūgo nods//
"you shouldn't be afraid of her, she won't bite you"
//jūgo nods//
"don't tell me that the great sasuke uchiha is afraid of a girl-"
"…suigetsu shut up"
//jūgo nods again he can't decide who to support//
*in the end, he's just a soft guy who doesn't know what to do at the end of the day
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shisui uchiha
*you were his cousin's classmate, and somehow you managed to be friends with itachi
*and one day he finally met you
*shisui takes everything with humor, you know?
*he is a fun person who likes to enjoy little things
*like, he's the guy who's always in a good mood
*but when you're around him, his mind goes blank
*his funniest jokes suddenly forget, or he doesn't know how to explain them from one moment to another, and suddenly they are not funny anymore, they are embarrassing 💀 even itachi makes a subtle grimace on his stupid stoic face that he charges whenever he opens his mouth to deliver a “joke”
*he doesn't know what to do or how to react
*and for some reason, he stutters a lot when he tries to explain his joke again
*itachi is there luckily to comfort him at the end of the day, but: "no, itachi- don't give me love advice when you haven't even had a girlfriend!"
*somehow he will overcome this historic moment in his life and be able to woo you properly
*when? Uhh… someday, I don't know, I'm not psychic-
"You just have to talk to her-"
“You say that like it's easy, itachi!"
#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto scenarios#itachi x reader#shisui x reader#madara x reader#sasuke x reader#obito x reader#itachi uchiha#obito uchiha#sasuke uchiha#madara uchiha#itachi headcanons#obito headcanons
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Anbu Bimbo
18+ content, Minors do NOT interact
Pairing: Kakashi x Bimbo F!Reader
Summery: You always had a crush on Kakashi even back in your Academy days, however he never liked you. He doesn't tolerate idiots of which you happen to be. Even when you get promoted up to the Anbu the only use he can see for you is getting himself off.
Warnings: NSFW, Bullying, Oral sex, Unprotected penetration, slightly degrading, mild choking
Word Count: 4.2k
Anon Request
“Morning Kakashi!” You call as you wait outside the Academy for your crush to arrive
“Go away”
He doesn’t snap at you. He just makes the dry statement as he breezes past you. Obito, who is not late for once, looks over at Kakashi with concern.
“That was a little harsh don’t you think? She’s just being nice.”
“She does that every morning. I don’t have time for idiots like her.”
“Geez Kakashi, she’s not the smartest, sure, but she’s really nice. And she’s kinda cute too.”
“Who cares what she looks like? She doesn’t belong here. She’s the type to get her team killed with her stupidity. I don’t know why they let her in to begin with.”
“Well she’s already mastered jutsu from two different chakra natures…and she’s a decent fighter.”
“-who will wind up punching her own teammate if the enemy tells her to.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. You don’t like her. sheesh.”
It was always like that between you and Kakashi. Deep down he was a nice guy. Even if he didn’t see it yet. He just needed some time to soften up. You never took it to heart. Any of it. It never bothered you when he glared at you after asking a question. It never bothered you when he ignored your greetings. It never bothered you when you made him sweet treats and he gave them to Obito. It never bothered you when he rolled his eyes at your compliments and it never bothered you when he yelled at you. No, not even when he yelled at you. He probably was mad about something else and just needed to get his emotions off of his chest. It’s okay. You understand. He just needed some time to soften up and you can wait. You have plenty of friends to keep you company in the meantime.
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Life after the Academy was hard on Kakashi. First he lost his best friend. Then his other teammate. Then his sensei too. You would have to be extra patient. He needed it.
You would make sure he knew you were here for him when he was ready but that didn’t mean you waited all alone. No, you had plenty of men to keep you company. A sweet little thing like you, always had many kind companions waiting to take care of you.
The men of the village stumble over each other to fall at your feet. You had dates lined up for the next two months. They always seemed so concerned about whether you ate dinner or not. It was really kind of them. Some of them got you pretty flowers for your home. Some of them wanted to make sure you got home safely. And some of them wanted to help you change and tuck you into bed, making you feel good before kissing you and heading home. They really were all very kind.
They taught you all kinds of useful ways to be just as nice to them as they are to you. Having always been good at doing things, you caught on to their instructions quickly. Their happy reactions reassuring you that you did a good job. You might not be very bright but you love making others happy.
You never did end up spending time with Kakashi like you did with these other gentlemen, but that’s okay. You’re sure he’s very busy anyways. He’s so talented and already a captain of the Anbu. Little did he know, you just got promoted to the Anbu too! You couldn’t wait to see him in the locker room on Monday and catch up.
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“Hi Kakashi!”
Kakashi’s red and white mask clatters onto the floor. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you standing there in an Anbu uniform making a mockery of the elite squadron with your bright smile and your sing-song greeting.
“What are you doing here??”
“Lord Hiruzen assigned me! Isn’t that fun?! We work together now!”
“It most certainly isn’t fun. It’s a lethal tragedy.”
“Oh uh, well I wasn’t meaning we’re here for fun. We’re here for work.” you say with a smart nod.
Kakashi rolls his eyes at you before turning to Tenzo. “What is he thinking! She’s going to flirt the information out of the enemy?!”
Tenzo puts a reassuring hand on Kakashi’s shoulder. “Relax Captain, she’s not on our team.”
“Good cause if she was, I'd chidori her before our first mission.”
“Damn Captain!”
“She’s a liability and a danger to the entire team, she’d either get herself or the rest of us killed. If I took care of things beforehand, at least that’d guarantee the mission isn’t compromised.”
The venom with which he spat these words got to you. Finally he got to you. For the first time, he managed to hurt your feelings. You began to weep as you left the locker room, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.
You know you’re not smart, but you’re really strong and you’re really good at ninjutsu. You know a lot of them. Not like Kakashi did, but for someone without a sharingan, you were talented. Talented enough to have the same job as him.
You showed up late to your first team meeting with slightly puffy eyes. You apologized and pretended it was because you got lost but everyone already knew the truth. Kakashi had made a big scene in the Hokage’s office, dragging your captain into the conversation, trying to convince him to refuse to allow you on his team.
Fortunately the others didn’t feel the same as Kakashi did. Yeah you noticed how your new team was smiling at each other after you spoke sometimes but once you completed the first round of team drills together they quickly accepted you onto their squad.
You weren’t much for coming up with strategy but you could follow orders to the letter and you had an expanse of jutsu in your arsenal. By this time, you could command four out of the five chakra natures. All they had to do was tell you what they needed and you would be there with the right jutsu to help.
Coming back to the locker room with a smile on your face and two of your teammates patting you on the back, you felt triumphant. The way everyone was encouraging you and excited for you to be there was more than Kakashi could bear. Had everyone lost their damn minds?! You were useless. You didn’t belong here. Did they actually think of you as a peer?! That’s not it, maybe just a loved mascot. It had to be the latter. That’s the only thing that made sense.
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A week later you come back from your first mission a little sweaty and muddy. You head straight for the locker room looking to shower off before heading home. You ran into Kakashi who was busy scribbling something down on paper.
“Oh, hi Kakashi!” you say in a false chipper voice. You were still hurt from your first day on the job but that didn’t mean you were going to be rude.
“Pff, what’d you trip over your own feet?”
“Huh?” you notice him glare at your muddy clothes. “Oh, uh, it got a little messy while I was covering Yougi.”
He rolls his eyes and turns back to what he was doing. You slip out of your muddy uniform and wrap yourself in a towel heading over to the showers with your toiletry bag to take a much needed shower.
Kakashi raises a brow while he watches you walk away. Eyes following you curiously as the terry cloth barely stretches over your behind. He feels his cock twitch treacherously in his pants. You are a moron. It is a hideous trait in anyone, especially a girl. He could never get it up for a useless nitwit like you.
Sure you had a pretty face and shiny hair. Yeah you had a nice figure. Had he thought about pushing your thighs apart and wrapping them around his waist when he sees you walk by? Possibly. Had he noticed how your delicate fingers nimbly handled a kunai? Potentially. Was all of that objectively hot, especially when you looked up at him through your long lashes? Of course it was. But when you give him that vacant look, one devoid of understanding and comprehension, his blood would boil.
Kakashi slams down the tactical plan he was working on. Livid with himself for wanting you. He undresses and goes to the shower next to yours. The cherry blossom scent of your shampoo is intoxicating. He turns on the water in the stall, fucking his fist to the thought of your naked body waiting for him on the other side of the wall. Imagining how you taste and feel. Your plush thighs, your small hands, your glassy eyes. He imagined ravaging it all. You, the most useless member of the Anbu. A good-for-nothing pretty face who’s only real use would be for a hot pussy pounding…
The intrusive thought bloomed in Kakashi’s head.
It had been forever since he’d gotten laid. Plus you’d always been annoyingly enamored with him. Maybe it was time to make your dreams come true.
He was in a generous mood after all.
Your fingers are working through your scalp, massaging the shampoo into your roots, breaking up the sebum built up from the last couple days in the woods. Your eyes flutter closed as you savor the floral smell of your shampoo and enjoy the self indulgent massage. Suddenly you feel hands wrap around your waist, as a naked man’s body presses against your back.
“Oh, I’m sorry, this stall is taken.” you reply dumbly.
You felt the man’s face brush up against your ear. “Need any help?” he purred with a quick nibble to your cartilage.
“No thank you, I’m good!”
“Pff”
The disdain of the noise could only be one person, “Kakashi?”
He spins you around to face him, your soapy hair now under the spray. Suds slipping down your strands and back as your eyes blink nervously at the tall strong man leaning down to kiss your lips. Eyes fluttering closed once more, you taste a mix of minty orange as his lips press into yours. A little moan falls out of your mouth, right into his. Your mind was bewildered but you just remember all the nice things those other guys told you men liked and you start doing them for Kakashi.
As you kiss, Kakashi’s hands slide around your waist and up your back, possessively clutching you as he pulls your sudsy body into his. You in turn slide your hands up his chest, fingers digging into his muscle with one hand while the other glides up to his neck. You tug him down while you push your chest up against him.
“Captain, did you…need…something…from me?” you say between kisses and you paw at his wet and naked body. He loved how you called him by his title but he hated your stupid question. Clearly he was trying to fuck, why else would be invite himself into your shower stall?
“Yes, I need you to take care of me between missions. Okay, Bunny?”
“Am I Bunny?”
He lightly booped your nose as he whispers ‘yes’ in your ear with the most tantalizing voice you had ever heard. You pull back from him and look him in the eye through your lashes to nod in understanding. “Yes Captain, I can make you feel good between missions. I don’t mind.”
“Good, then you’ll finally be useful.”
His words hurt but you weren’t about to stop. You were good at doing things, especially when it came to pleasuring men. You knew you could be helpful with this task. Plus doing this task with Kakashi of all people will be the most you’ve ever enjoyed it too.
You slip your tongue into Kakashi’s mouth to lick the roof of it before nibbling on his upper lip while he sucks on your lower one. You sigh in contentment at the pleasurable feeling, tightening your grip around his neck. You push into him, pinning him against the wall. But only for a second cause he spins you around and pins you against it instead. A small gasp escapes you upon impact with the cool tile. You see a devilish grin spread across his cheeks. He had never smiled at you before. You felt the heat rise on your face as he did.
You slip one hand up to his wet silver hair while the other tauntingly trails down his abdomen. You look down at him, soaking in the view, periodically tilting up to kiss him as your hand winds its way towards his manhood, your fingers settling themselves around the thick base of his shaft.
You look up at him as you close your grip around his length, letting your doe eyes gaze up into his to gauge how tight to grip. He looks at your hand, then at you, breath shuddering as you stroke up and down. You let the fringes in his hair tighten forcing a groan out of him. How you knew exactly how to touch him was an unexpected surprise. He really did narrow in on your main talent.
You begin to grind on his thigh while you stroke him, fingers still taught in his hair, and small little whimpers close to his ear, a medley of sensation and sound overtook Kakashi.
“Fuck Bunny, keep doing that. Keep going.”
“Yes Daddy.”
Fuuuuuck
Kakashi reaches towards your tits, allowing them to fill his hands. They fit perfectly in his palms. He closes his grip, watching the fat protrude between his fingers, licking his lips at the sight. He almost can’t believe he didn’t take advantage of you sooner.
You continue to stroke all the way up to the tip, tugging on it slightly with a small twist on each pull. You noticed Kakashi’s thighs tighten and his toes curl. Those are good signs. He’s enjoying himself. You tilt your head up for a kiss and he closes his eyes, leaning in, complying to your silent request. He felt pulled in by your soft lips. Normally he’d detest showing such affection towards someone like you but your hand felt too good wrapped around him that he couldn’t help but drink you in. Sucking on your lips, nibbling your tongue. He toyed with your mouth, forecasting how much he wanted to play with your body.
When he released the kiss he placed his hand on top of your head and slowly pushed you down to your knees. You locked eyes with him as you sank down. Hand still stroking, you pucker your lips to give light feathery kisses to his tip on every side. Mmmm. You had always wondered how he would taste.
You center in front of him, eyes gazing up as you let his tip rest on your lower lip. His eyes lock onto yours, dawn into you with anticipation, anxiously awaiting your next move. You delicately stick out your tongue and slip it under the weight of his head as you widen your mouth to allow him to slide down your throat. The guttural groan that pours from Kakashi’s breath fills the room.
Just the visual alone was one out of a fantasy but the way you swallowed him expertly was above anything another woman had done. You were an idiot but you knew your way around dick. That was for sure.
Bobbing up and down along his length you hollow your cheeks, keeping the suction as your larynx restricts around his tip. Kakashi draws breath through his teeth.
“That’s a good girl. Good job Bunny. Take daddy’s dick in your mouth.”
You blink with your big innocent orbs and give a small ‘Mhm” as you continue to pleasure him. He shuddered at the vibrations hugging his tip when you made the sound and you loved how spellbound he was under your skills. You wanted to please him. It was the first time he had ever praised you.
“Lemme fuck your face.”
Mouth full of cock, you nod and release the suction. Dropping your jaw open a little wider and relaxing your throat, you prepare for him to begin ramming himself violently down your hatch ready to rip your vocal chords apart. You don’t dare try to close your lips around him and risk grazing him with your teeth. No, you are a good obedient girl who keeps her mouth open to please her daddy.
A sickening grin spans his face. He shifts both hands to run through your wet hair and grip your scalp before holding you down on him, squishing your nose flat into his stomach. You held your breath, happy that you had excellent lung capacity from your time as a ninja. When he felt you begin to gag and constrict around him he let you go, allowing you to rock back on your heels as a string of spit connected his tip to your open and panting lips.
Reaching down he smeared the spit all over your face.
“Filthy, filthy Bunny. You like sucking dick don’t you?”
You silently nod your head yes.
“Of course you do.” he says with a sneer.
Kakashi grabs you by your bicep and brings you to standing pushing you against the wall of the shower stall in a feverish make out session. No one had ever sucked dick like you before. He was ravenous for your mouth. That talented beautiful mouth. That skilled tongue. Those cute little noises. He couldn’t get enough.
With quick reflexes he lifted one of your legs, threading his arm under your knee before lifting your second leg in the same manner. Your entire body weight was supported by your legs over his arms while his chest and mouth pushed you against the slick wet tile. He moved with dexterity. Never parting from your lips as he manipulated you into an open position that allowed his cockhead to easily sink between your folds.
As he pushes his mushroom tip past your lips you sing out a breathy moan. He was inside of you. Pushing past your tight walls that closed around him, welcoming him to a home that had been waiting for years to greet him inside.
“Oh fuck Bun, I fit inside you so good. S’like you were made for taking this dick.”
The praise rings through your head causing you to tighten around him earning you extra affection as he continues to devour your lips while initiating a slow pace in your wet cunt.
The way he’s kissing you is messing with your emotions. It feels like he is falling in love with you. Men have always been so nice and kind. Always complimenting you and making sure you feel extra good. Saying how lucky they are to be with you. But how they kiss you does not match the way Kakashi is being with you. They never had this much passion or this much need. You feel his want for you in your chest and you can’t help but moan into his mouth under the sensation.
Your arms around his neck tighten as you feel yourself slip down the wall, settling even deeper on his manhood. Kakashi plants his feet ready to drive his hips up into you with all the pent up frustration he had felt towards you over the years. Your stupid questions. Your dumb faces. Your idiotic comments. Your blank stares when he yelled at you. Your constant smiles aimed at him for no good reason. He loathed you and now he was fucking that loathing right our of his body. Your little pussy deserved this pounding. It was payback for the years of annoyance. Ever since the Academy. You were a good-for-nothing little slut and now he was using you like one.
Your tight walls clenching around him as you cry out in pleasure. Your flexibility acting as your strongest ally in the compromising position.
“Kashi, need…more.”
He lets out a malicious chuckle before letting your legs down. He pins you against the wall with one hand on your throat.
“You need more, huh?”
You gaze up at him with pleading eyes.
“You don’t wanna seem ungrateful now, do you Bun?
You silently shake your head ‘no’
With his free hand Kakashi turns off the shower and pushes against your shivering wet body, kissing you as he runs his hands all over every inch of skin. His hands run along the goosebumps erupting from the cool air seeping past the shower curtain. The same air causing your nipples to stiffen against his chest.
Kakashi runs his hands down your back and sinks them into your plush behind, kneading the muscle between his long fingers. You whimper into his mouth as one of your hands feels down his back while the other runs through his hair.
He slides his hands down to the backs of your thighs, bending his knees slightly as he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his torso. He carries you to the main part of the locker room to lay you down on the bench.
Setting you down, he lines himself back up to slip into your velvet walls once more. He begins thrusting at a gallop allowing his balls to loudly slap against your wet cheeks as he pounds into you.
“Oh fuck Kakashi! It feels so good!”
“That’s it Bun, take every inch.”
You arch your back off the bench pushing your chest into him, veins coursing with ecstasy. Your fingers dig into his skin leaving behind little crescent marks from your nails. Your knees begin to fall open while your ankles hook around his back.
He set off at an unrelenting pace, ignited by your squirming beneath him. One hand lay firmly on your neck, the other winding under your back and gripping you at the waist, he wanted to make sure you had nowhere to run. He slams his hips against yours viciously and all you do is melt and mewl in his arms.
“Thank you Daddy, thank you!”
“Shit. Fuck. Shit.”
He looks down at where your bodies connect, enthralled with how good you grip him between your folds. It more than made up for your lack of brainwaves. He needed to claim you for himself. He didn’t want you stretched out by any other man. You were going to be his personal fleshlight.
“This fuckin tight pussy’s mine now. K, Bun?”
Your head nods as your entire body is shoved up and down by the intensity of his strokes. If he was gonna use you like this, who needed those other men? They were nice but this was heaven.
You continue to bounce off of his thighs as he snaps his hips up into you. He lifts your legs into a press with one hand, while maintaining the pressure on your neck with the other. The rough nature of his frenzied battle with your sex has you close to tipping over the edge. You feel the build in your lower stomach. Your body is becoming sensitive to any small change. If he altered the speed of his pace, even a little, it’d be enough to make you snap.
Instead you feel the pressure of the weight around your neck increase and the feeling goes straight between your legs. The blood reroutes from your face and instead rushes to your clit. Suddenly your legs are twitching and trapped, sandwiched between his chest and your own.
The corners of his mouth tug up from seeing how he commanded over your body and could abuse you for his own pleasure. More selfishly than ever, he began chasing his own orgasm. Your hands fly up from his neck to your face, as you claw at your forehead and scalp trying to cope with the tingling sensation all over your body. You can’t grab onto him cause he’s moving too violently.
“Gonna fill you up good. M’kay?”
“Gaaah! Yes, Daddy!”
He wraps his palms under the tops of your shoulder blades and curls his fingers up over your shoulders. Holding you steady as he pumps his sticky ropes into your precious slit, painting the interior white. You can feel him twitch inside of you as he allows himself to go soft.
Resting his head against your forehead. He pants as he admits,
“Fuck Bunny. I don’t think I’m gonna get enough of this.”
Lowering his mouth, he continues to kiss you like a starved man, acting as if he hadn’t just spent the past thirty minutes sucking your face. When he finally releases your lips he whispers low,
“You’re coming to my place. I’m not done with you yet. That’s an order.”
He stands up to his full height, quickly wiping off his dick before changing into his clothes. You hastily brush your hair before changing into clothes of your own, ready to follow him as you rush over to his house. You may be stupid but you were always good at doing things and tonight you were doing him…on repeat.
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Chapter 2 - Meet Cute
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Obito Uchiha x f!reader
Modern AU, obi still has scars, he (29) is a doctor and reader (25) is a vet nurse, pining, he is a simp, obito isn't nice to himself :(
Word count - 1887
Beta baddie - @dabilove27 love you <33
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It's you. His pretty new neighbour. Standing at his door in a skimpy yellow sundress that leaves little to the imagination–not that his imagination isn't in overdrive right now at the sight of you. It's part of (the main) reason why he hasn't popped over to introduce himself. Pretty girls have always made Obito nervous. And for good reason, the prettiest ones are often the cruellest.
And it's as your face breaks into a friendly smile and you trill at him, “Hi, neighbour!” that he hopes that rule doesn't apply to you.
"Hi…" He manages to croak out a greeting in response, his scarred hand clenching the open door he leans against for support. He really wishes you hadn't caught him in his lounge wear and before he had a chance to shower.
"For you." You don't give him any time to breathe as you hold out a bottle of red towards him confidently.
"What's this?" He asks dumbly, frowning at the neck of the bottle gripped between your fingers. Your nails are short, the polish on them chipped, each finger painted a different shade of pastel–mirroring the remnant colours of summer as the season begins to turn.
"Um, it's wine. Ever heard of it?" You're teasing him, smile turned a little more wicked, but not malicious. It surprises Obito, you're bold.
Your demeanour is playful, just friendly banter…between strangers. It makes him fidgety, he isn't the best at social interactions, let alone with someone as friendly and familiar as you. It makes him instinctively pull into his protective shell–the one he uses to keep others at an acceptable and safe distance.
You huff a small laugh at his reaction and he wonders what his face looks like caught in the crosshair of your dazzling smile and shining eyes.
"Yeah, I've...I meant, what's it for?" He stumbles over his question, mentally cursing himself for not being more cool and assertive. Deep down (or maybe not that deep) he's still the gawky teenage boy that doesn't know how to talk to girls.
"It's a housewarming gift!" You announce proudly, hand still hovering in mid-air, caught in the purgatory of his front porch–neither on your side nor his.
"I think I'm the one who's supposed to do that," he nods at your offering, "yaknow, since…you're the one who moved in." He finishes lamely, what little confidence he had waning under your glittery-eyed gaze, mirth dancing deep within. It makes him feel bad, like a shitty neighbour, but in all honesty, he was too chicken to knock on your door.
You're so beautiful and warm, always smiling and waving at him like you're old friends. Obito knows he'd fuck up any welcome wagon he tried to roll out in your honour, so he just...didn't bother–figuring you'd probably just settle in and he'd never actually have to speak to you. He feels pretty stupid now with you at his door in a cute little sundress, hair playing about your face in the gentle breeze, and holding out a bottle of merlot (his favourite, how did you guess?) with a mischievous smile playing about your lips.
You surprise him once more when you lean towards him, just a fraction, as if you're sharing a secret only meant for the two of you. "Well, maybe I got tired of waiting." Your voice is low, so familiar, and he can see you quietly relish in how it makes him react.
He feels the heat rise to his cheeks unwarranted, mouth hanging slightly open as he flounders for any sort of response. Your words weren't even innately suggestive, you didn't say anything scandalous, but Obito's thoughts race at their hidden meaning anyway. Could you be...flirting with him? He isn't practiced in the art, but he's almost certain that's what's happening here. Either that or some serious wishful thinking on his part.
You shift in place while you wait for his response, putting your weight on your opposite hip, almost as if you're tired of standing out on his doorstep. He has a fleeting thought to ask you in but bats it away when he realises the absurdity of it-it would definitely seem weird coming from a near total stranger.
"Um, yeah...I-I'm sorry about that," Obito isn't quite sure what to say, or what to do with his arms. He realises they are limp at his sides and decides to cross them over his chest instead, grounding himself with the embrace and hopefully making him appear more confident (or something). He forces his gaze to meet yours, fighting the urge to flit them away.
"Don't be silly," you chastise him, but coming from your lips, it sounds gentle-reassuring, "It's no problem, really." You shake the bottle in your grip, all but pushing it into his chest, as you finally give him your name. It's just as pretty as the rest of you.
He quickly unfolds an arm to catch the bottle in his hand, his rough and scarred fingers grazing over your soft ones in the process. He didn't even think, just used his naturally dominant arm to reach for the object, forgetting his carefully trained practice of using the left since the accident.
The touch sends a jolt of something into his navel, and he has to suppress the urge to show his obvious reaction to your nearness. You have no such reservations, hitching in a breath as your eyes zero in on the place where your skin just barely meets his, your hand frozen in place around the bottle–delicate fingers overlapped with his larger ones. And he swears your pupils dilate–becoming large and round like a feline tracking its prey. Are you even aware of your reaction or is this all part of the game?
Obito jerks his hand away from yours, narrowly missing the door with his elbow, and barely manages to hold on to the gift you brought him. God, he must look and sound like a total idiot.
Your eyes dart back to his face, your features twisting into a slight frown as you slowly lower your hand back to your side, fiddling with the yellow tie that dangles from your waist.
"Sorry," you apologise, as if you did something wrong. You look so sad. Of course you think that, *he* made you feel that way…it's just been so long since anyone has touched him skin to skin, not even a handshake, especially a beautiful woman. He's always so careful, so aware of keeping only his left side angled towards someone, only ever using his left hand in front of others. Your little surprise visit made him sloppy, he forgot himself. And now you think it's your fault.
"No, please!" The words jump from his throat and Obito winces at the desperate tone in his voice. He gathers his courage with a deep inhale and then lets out the anxiety gnawing at his gut with a breath-get it together, man.
"This was really nice of you," he looks at the bottle, turning it until he can read the label, "it's one of my favourites."
He offers you a rare smile (one he doesn't afford many), it probably looks awkward and disingenuous on him but it seems to clear the brewing storm clouds from your expression, a sunny smile lighting up your face. Any reservations you may have had about the moment that just passed between you disappears and you are back to the friendly neighbour routine.
"Really?" You seem excited that you so accurately pegged something about him. He's not sure whether he's impressed by your insight or irritated that he can be so easily read. You remind him of someone else in that regard…
"You just look like a red wine kinda guy, I'm glad I picked the right one." And you do look glad, you look proud of yourself and something else…something soft and oh so dangerous when you look at him.
Obito swallows instinctually, trying his best not to read into any of your actions or glances. He really is pathetic, you're just being neighbourly, a decent person and he has to ruin it by thinking with his dick. He's always been easily led by a pretty face with an even prettier smile. Usually women only use him to get what they want, knowing it will work every time, the desperately overlooked disfigured guy with no self esteem.
But you seem different, he doesn't get the impression that you have malicious intent, you don't even seem to be phased by his scars. Most women grimace when they see him, whisper to their friends, no doubt about what horrible thing could have left him so permanently twisted. No, you can't be…romantically interested in someone like him. You're just nice, maybe you even want to be friends, or something. It's refreshing and terrifying all at once.
You study his face, perhaps slightly amused, as if you can see the battle going on inside his brain. He thinks you might also feel a little awkward since neither of you has spoken in a while. He can tell because you're twisting your fingers together–a nervous habit, perhaps? It looks uncomfortable, but you don't seem to notice.
"Well, I better be going…" you float the statement out into the sea of stillness between you, breaking the tension-filled silence. "I just wanted to give that to you before I forgot or chickened out."
He can't believe you could possibly chicken out…that's his job. But it feels oddly reassuring knowing that a stranger feels the same anxieties as he does. Guess he's not the only one who struggles with people. And maybe, just maybe, that means you aren't quite as confident as you appear. Maybe you are being genuine and are just looking for friends, no one has come to help you with your belongings or visited you since you moved in. Maybe you're as lonely as he is.
"Oh yeah, of course. Well, thank you, really." He tries to put as much sincerity into his response as possible but the words sound stiff to his own ears.
"Any time, neighbour." You smile a wicked little grin, unfazed by his awkwardness, back to your mischievous tone as you descend his front steps slowly.
And it's only in that moment that he realises he never gave you his name in return. What a fucking moron.
"Obito!” He blurts out as an afterthought. You look confused and slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst. He takes a breath and tries a small smile, “Name's Obito.”
“Obito,” you repeat, sounding the name out on your tongue. It makes his heart thump harder in his chest.
"Well, seeya, Obito!” You call out, throwing up a hand in goodbye as you walk to your door.
He returns the gesture, nodding his head and jerking his hand up clumsily when you turn around to smile at him one last time–key in the lock as you hesitate for a second. And then you're inside and his door is shut and he's leaning against it heavily–breath leaving his body in an audible whoosh. He rests his head against the door with a thunk, eyes screwed shut.
But it's no use, he can still see your kind eyes and pretty smile in the darkness.
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im not sure if im ok cause im a bit shy to ask but... tbh I like to imagine silly pictures such as where at first little kid kakashi is frowning and hisses at little obito during the day but in the next picture he accidentally falls asleep on his shoulder like a kitty after a while and obito just smiles...
yeah i can be kinda cringe sorry *dies*
btw your artstyle is so soft its really cute...
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i approve the idea which means its canon (← delulu)
and tyy <3!!
#embrace the cringe!!!! we love cute and goofy ideas here hell yeah !!!#i kinda messed up obito bc i was drawing from memory and ive never drawn him as a kid before skskxbskxbs#kakashi is soooo cuddly kitty cat coded it makes me sick /pos#hes so ^-^#my art#obito#obito fanart#obito uchiha#kakashi#kakashi fanart#kakashi hatake#naruto shippuuden#naruto#naruto fanart#obkk#obikaka#obito x kakashi#kakashi x obito
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Tobidei week day 1: fanboy
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I feel bad i don’t have anything to post so here’s a draft of a fanfic i wrote when i was 15-16. I still think it’s kinda cute lol and i think younger me was pretty funny for coming up with this.
Content warning: not established tobidei…yet. Other ships mentioned, cliffhanger
Obito glanced to the digital clock on his desk. Six minutes to the show, and here he was stuck in his office. He nearly begged his boss, Madara to let him go early but Madara deemed watching a livestream of your favorite boyband wasn’t a good enough reason to leave work early. In fact he called him pathetic. Obito inwardly sighed as he typed away on his computer. His eyes drooped. What a miserable job. Typing away for eight hours. He glanced at his clock again. Two more minutes. He glanced around his office. He then peeked over his cubicle. Everyone was hunched over their desktops. The pile of paperwork stood menacingly in the corner of his eye. Of course he ignored it.
He’d do it…later. He pulled out his phone, typing in the exact url to the website where their dedicated fans uploaded photos, videos, and even live-streamed for the ones who couldn’t make it to the actual concert. Obito had made a vow to himself that one day before he died, he’d go and actually see them perform, too bad his job was the only barrier keeping him from achieving that dream. There were already four hundred viewers when he clicked on the icon. Obito’s heart jumped seeing the members on the stage. He ignored Sasuke, Sai, and Hidan and only focused on his bias, Deidara.
He cringed as the man started screaming Deidara’s name when the pop star blew a kiss to the crowd. Obito had to turn down his volume as the man behind the camera wouldn’t stop screaming. The guy was totally incompetent. The man was too busy jumping up and down and waving his light stick that Obito couldn’t even see the stage for more than half of the time. At one point the guy even dropped his camera. When he picked up the camera Obito nearly jumped in fear seeing the man’s face. He was one of the top contributors to the website. Calling himself Randamuna kashu’s biggest fan.
Though Obito had seen his face several times he could still never get used to it. It made Obito feel a little better about himself. The guy clearly didn’t take care of himself, with the greasy skin and pimples. Obito couldn’t imagine the smell of the guy. This guy was a different level of degenerate. He was in his late thirties and had an odd obsession with band members, even making pillows of them. He had posted a picture to one of the forums of his bedroom where it was just filled with 4star’s merch and their pictures plastered on his walls. Obito liked the band too but he wasn’t that crazy over them. He shut off the stream.
‘How useless’. He thought. He couldn’t see the band members or hear them from the guys' loud antics. Hopefully in a few hours more videos will be uploaded plus it was time for him to checkout. He grabbed his briefcase, stuffing in the work that he didn’t do. He stepped out his cuticle happy to finally go home and be able to watch the reruns of the show. If he hurried he might be able to watch the last few minutes.
“Obito!” He turned to see Konan waving at him.
“Ah, Konan,” he greeted. She fixed her purse on her shoulder.
“Hey. Me and a few coworkers were going to go for a drink. Want to come?” Obito couldn’t stand his colleagues nor did he want to spend his evening drinking with them when he could be watching 4star’s show. But he also didn’t want his colleagues to think he was a hikikomori. He couldn’t ignore their invitations for much longer. One hour then he’ll head home. He forced a smile.
“Sure.”
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The table was raucous. The mix of alcohol the cheerfulness of it being Friday made the unusual stoic group buzz with excitement. Konan’s blouse was unbuckled and her usual crisp bun had fallen apart. Kisame and Obito had their ties either heads. The only one who remained put together was Sasori and Itachi who stayed quiet sipping their drink. From what he observed, Itachi and sasori could handle their alcohol while Konan and Kisame couldn’t. Konan draped her around Obito’s shoulders pulling him closer.
“Say, you’re not as bad as I thought,” she slurred. She poked his chest. “I thought you were some weird degenerate like Kabuto.” Obito’s face flushed redder than it already was from the several shots of sake he took before as her breasts pressed into his arm.
“Why would you think that?” Kisame barked out a laugh. He pointed at Obito with his cup. It sloshed around dangerously as he moved recklessly. Sasori eyed the larger man warily, even scooting a bit to the wall.
“Don’t take this personal, but you like the type of guy who watches perverted shit and has a collection of anime figurines.” Obito frowned. It sounded more like the guy with 4star obsession. He respected Deidara enough to not beat off- what the hell was he thinking?
“I’m not perverted and I’m not one of those otaku’s,” he protested. Konan giggled.
“Oh come on, you can admit it. We don’t judge. Sasori collects anime figures too.” Sasori set down his drink.
“It’s not anime, they’re Rushton dolls. Antique,” he said matter of factly. Konan scratched her ear.
“Still weird. Aren’t you like almost thirty?” Sasori sucked his teeth.
“Says the one who’s almost thirty and still unmarried.” Konan turned bright red.
“That’s so impolite! Don’t you know you should never talk to a woman like that?” Obito nervously laughed as Konan and Sasori continued to bicker. Obito looked over to Itachi who was nibbling at a chicken skewer seemingly to be unbothered by the entire ordeal.
“Gah! Whatever.” Konan turned to Obito again. “Obito, are you married?”
“Ah, no.”
“How about talking to someone,” Kisame wiggled his eyebrows. Obito took another sip of his drink. He only left his house to work and the only people he talked to were the people on the 4star’s forum. He didn’t put himself out there nor did he make the effort to talk to others. The last time he tried to put himself out there he was rejected. He’d rather be alone anyways. Alone in his sad apartment watching reruns of his favorite concerts.
“No,” he eventually said. Konan nudged him.
“Aww why not? You’re handsome enough.”
“Probably because he’s too busy watching hentai,” Kisame snorted.
“I’m not a pervert!” His slurred words made his voice sound even more pathetic. Kisame howled with laughter slamming his cup onto the table. Konan glared at the broad man.
“Kisame stop. We just got him out of the office. You’re going to scare him away,” she frowned.
“Looks like we’re all in the same boat,” Sasori muttered.
“Single and overworked,” Konan hiccuped. “Gah! Madara has us working twenty four seven. I have zero time to even go on some blind dates. Goddammit! I should be married by now!” she shouted.
Obito took another swig. It seemed his colleagues were going through the same problems as him. All being in their mid and late twenties spending most of their time in work with little time for relationships. Konan nudged him.
“Hey, maybe we should hookup?” Obito choked on his sake. A woman suggesting such things to him was the first. Konan giggled.
“Awwww! He’s shy!” Sasori picked up a chicken skewer.
“Konan, do you have to flirt with every man you see?” Konan pulled Obito into a tighter hug.
“We’re just joking. Aren’t we Obi?” Obito flushed at the nickname.
“Yeah, just jokes,” he coughed. Konan smiled with a flirty tint.
“Good, now hand me your phone.” Without much thought, he gave her his phone. The moment it landed in her manicured hand he froze. Life seemed to go in slow motion as his phone turned on revealing his 4star wallpaper. He shut his eyes. No way this was happening. Konan stared at the phone for a second before she burst into laughter. She turned the phone to the rest of the table.
“Obito likes boy bands!” Obito covered his face as his coworkers heckled at him.
“I knew he was one of those otaku’s!” Kisame banged his fist against the table. Obito peeked through his hands. Even Itachi was smiling. Itachi, of all people, was laughing at him. In fact the entire izakaya seemed to be laughing at the humiliating situation.
“My cousin did that!” He tried to argue.
“Oh please. Let’s not blame it on your innocent cousins,” Sasori snorted. Konan typed away at his phone.
“Ah hah! I got it!” Obito’s eyes widened seeing that Konan had successfully gotten into his phone.
“Hand it back!” He tried to reach over her but his coordination was off from the past drinks, instead knocking over the pitcher of beer onto his lap.
“Shit!” He desperately tried to wipe the stain off his crotch. Sasori rested his face in his hands.
“So which member are you in love with?” Obito opened his mouth but closed it.
“It’s obviously this blond,” Konan spoke up. Konan scrolled through his phone then showed it to the others. Kisame awed.
“Oh, so you like blonds?” Obito nearly died. He quickly grabbed his phone from Konan.
“I like brunettes,” he mumbled. He didn’t really have a specific preference but it made sense to say at the moment. Konan giggled.
“It’s okay. I agree he’s a cutie.” Kisame leaned back in his chair.
“Yeah, I mean I like chicks but he’s definitely attractive. It’s no wonder they’re so popular.” Sasori nodded his head. Obito couldn’t believe what he was thinking. Did they think he liked men? He shook his head.
“That’s not! I just like their music.” Konan took a deep drink.
“You know what the issue is? Everyone is obsessed with pop stars while us normal people rot! I mean what’s the point of obsessing over someone you’ll never be with when you can be a real woman!” She looked over to Obito. “Or man.” Obito put his face into his hands. This was humiliating. He should’ve stayed home and watched the reruns of the concert. Itachi sighed but remained silent as Konan drunkenly ranted about her failing love life.
“Like am I not beautiful enough?” She pushed her boobs up with her hands. Kisame’s eyes bugged out his head while Sasori looked embarrassed. Of course Itachi seemed indifferent as he poured himself another drink.
“Hey guys!” Rin stood in front of their table still dressed in her work attire. Obito’s mouth went dry. He cut a glance to himself. His crotch was wet. His face was flushed and in general looked like a mess. Rin made eye contact with him. They both looked away at the same time. Obito mentally prayed that she didn’t notice the spot on his pants.
Konan picked up a half full cup.
“Hey! Come sit with us!” Rin glanced at Obito who still had his eyes glued on his lap then back at the rest of the drunken crew.
“Um, I don’t know.” Her eyes kept glancing at Obito. Konan reached across the table and pulled Rin in to sit beside Itachi, directly across from Obito.
“Oh come on! Let’s celebrate! Join the single club! konan slurred while pushing a cup of beer towards Rin. Rin nervously laugh but took the cup.
“Well, I guess I can stay for a bit. My friends will here in a bit though.” Obito gripped his knees under the booth. Rin was staying and he still hadn’t found a good excuse to get himself out of this awkward situation. The beer soaked pants didn’t help either. At least the topic of his weird hobby of liking boy bands. Still, he felt stuck. If he got up now, she would most definitely see the stain. The table went into their conversations while Rin and Obito sat quiet with them occasionally distracting themselves with their drinks. Obito had gotten over the rejection from a few weeks ago but seeing her in front of him was anything then pleasant.
“Hey, I hope things aren’t awkward between us,” Rin started. Obito rubbed the back of his head.
“It’s not. No worries.”
“Oh good.” They both looked away clearly lying to one another. Rin opened her mouth to say something else but Obito felt his phone buzz against his thigh. A notification of the forum caught his attention. A fan meet up. He opened the notification to see a girl posed in front of a stage with the members in the background. Obito narrowed his eyes. One of the buildings looked familiar. He paused. They were his city.
Obito abruptly stood up, completely forgetting about the wet spot on his pants. The rest of the table looked up in shock.
“I have to go.” Konan stood up also.
“Wait! Give me your number before you go!” Sasori pulled her back into the seat. Rin watched as Obito rushed out the bar, her eyebrows furrowed.
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Rereading this. I can’t help but laugh. Obito/ Tobi is such a degenerate! I will come back and post the second chapter where he finally gets to meet his idol 👀🤭🩷 anyways happy tobidei week! Hope everyone has fun! :p
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The Big Bad Wolf
Part VII
Word Count: 1,759
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Roaring thunder woke Obito in the late afternoon. Hard rain pattered against the window, falling in torrents down the pane. Groggily, he sat up. He let his eyes adjust to the dark room and silently stretched his arms over his head.
He scrubbed a hand over the scarred side of his face. The memory of your gentle hand against his hit him like a bag of bricks, and it electrified his skin like you were touching him right in that moment. He shook his head at himself and attempted to tamp down the sensation by shaking out his hand.
Feeling rather ridiculous at his own action, he sighed, got up and padded over to the door. It was hard to hear anything over the pounding rain, and it was dark enough that he didn’t know what time it was. He hoped you were still there.
Upon opening his door, a waft of something sweet and cinnamon-y washed over him. His stomach grumbled angrily in response to the delicious smell.
He took long strides down the hall, where he also noticed by the warm light that you had set up one of the new lamps. When in full view, he could appreciate how much the lighting changed the atmosphere of the room. Along with the rain, it was quite cozy.
Speaking of cozy, Obito could see that you had made yourself comfortable on his couch, wrapped in the new green comforter. You had your mug in your hands and your eyes closed as you tucked yourself further into the corner of the couch.
Obito’s brain couldn’t think of anything other than: cute, cute, cute for a whole thirty seconds. During which, your eyes fluttered open and you noticed him standing halfway between the entrance of the hallway and the couch. Your eyes widened like you had been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I was only taking a short break, I promise! I just wanted to listen to the rain.” You hurriedly started removing yourself from your little couch cocoon.
Startled by your response, and also feeling guilty that he interrupted you, he stated, “Sit,”
It came out as a command, and he winced at the sound of it. You slowly lowered yourself back into your position, wide eyes watching his every move.
“I didn’t- didn’t mean to sound like that. I’m sorry. I mean that I don’t care if you take a break.” He rubbed the back of his neck, an embarrassed flush starting to make an appearance.
You nodded once, eyes never leaving him. He watched as you took a deep breath and blinked a couple times before you gave him a small smile. You pointed at the cushion across from you.
He went around the side of the couch and hesitated. He questioned you with his eyes and you nodded almost imperceptibly. He down sat stiffly, acutely aware that the only separation between the two of you came from the blanket wrapped around you that was touching his thigh.
Neither of you said anything for a while. The only sound was the rain as it pounded the roof relentlessly. Obito spent some time thinking about how odd this was. How unused to casual company he was.
Eventually, you broke the silence.
"I love the rain," You sighed.
Obito glanced at you. "Why's that?"
His fingers twitched against his thighs. You wore a small smile. "I like the pitter patter against things, the way it smells, and it makes me want to curl up and just.. exist for a little while,"
"That's why you're in the blanket, drinking.. tea? Coffee?"
"Hot chocolate," You smiled.
He looked at you fully then. "Since when is there hot chocolate here?"
"Since I made it. Here, have some," You held your mug out for him to take.
"Oh, I wasn't trying to make you share, it's okay," he held a hand up but looked intently at the drink.
You rolled your eyes with a smile. "I want to. It's good stuff, not to toot my own horn or anything,"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive,"
Gingerly, Obito took the warm mug from your hand. He brought it to his lips and sipped. It was warm and velvety, rich in flavor and creamy in texture. His eyes involuntarily fluttered closed as he savored the flavor.
When he pulled the mug away, he caught you smiling proudly. "Good, right?"
"Delicious. I don't think any hot chocolate could ever top this," he replied in all seriousness.
You reached out and he passed it back to you, the tips of your fingers brushing his own. He felt a spark at the contact, like the first strike against a matchbox.
He sucked in a breath and balled his hand into a fist at his side, hidden from your view. You either didn't hear or didn't care to comment on the action, and he was grateful for it.
You leaned the side of your head against the back of the couch. "Did you hear any of what I said before your nap?"
"When you were washing dishes?"
"Yeah,"
"I didn't. I'm sorry,"
You hummed and tapped your finger on the side of your mug. "I was trying to tell you that we're going to figure out something for you to do,"
"Something for me to do?" His lip tugged downward on his scarred side.
"Yeah, I've been thinking, and I think you should try to spend some time creating,"
Bewildered, he asked, "Where did you come up with that?"
You huffed through your nose and gave him a half smile. "You want the long or the short version?"
He turned, angling his body to face you. "The long one, if you want,"
You sighed, "Well, I know that you're majorly depressed, so I thought back to when I was depressed and lost my sense of identity,"
Obito was interested in the story behind that, but you moved on before he could ask any questions. "It took a lot to get me out of that place, but I think there were a couple key things that helped me,"
"One: I surrounded myself with people who truly loved and supported me, and stopped wasting time on bullshit relationships. Two: I set small goals for myself, so that I could have some sense of achievement so I could work towards bigger and better things. Three: When I had support and started setting goals, naturally the next step was creating - at least for me. And four: Almost every day I take the time to say a few things I'm grateful for out loud."
He scratched the back of his head. "I don't think I get the last one,"
You took a second to hand him your mug while you mulled over your next words.
"Happiness is something that is created only from within. To actively spend time reminding yourself of the good in your life is really beneficial to your overall mindset,"
Silently, Obito considered your words. He was leaning towards feeling like it was a bullshit method, and he was wondering why you even bothered to think this up for him. Your eyes held true conviction, though, and you seemed to want him to agree.
"I think I have an issue with number one. I don't really have anyone, and it's not like I can just go find people to love and support me," his tone took on a bitterness toward the end of his sentence.
"You have Kakashi,"
"That's only one person, and it's not like he's ever around,"
"Well, I'm here,"
He snorted derisively. "You're paid to be here,"
You took on an attitude at his tone. "I'll have you know I've taken a liking to you, so don't get all haughty with me,"
He could have laughed at your scolding, but he subconsciously wanted to see if you meant it. He wanted to believe you, you had been nice and even went out of your way to get him some new things, but he was a skeptical man from all those years dealing with more than unsavory characters. "You don't even know me,"
"And? We have plenty of time to get to know each other,"
"How do you think that's going to work out, loving and supporting a stranger?" The word love felt uncomfortable as it rolled off his tongue.
"For the love of - Obito, how do you think relationships work? You literally make friends by mutually supporting one another,"
You sat up on your knees and pointed a finger at him. "I think you're being testy for fun,"
Obito was wholly entertained by your little attitude. He believed you just a little bit more with your outburst. He kept a straight face, even though his lips wanted to curl up into a grin. He couldn't help but feel a long lost sense of enjoyment from egging you on.
The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other person to say something. Your face scrunched in irritation at his near blank expression.
You huffed. "I'm going to accept your challenge,"
He raised a brow and crossed his arms. "Oh? I didn't know I was challenging you,"
You rolled your eyes. "You don't think I can step up to the plate. By this time next year, you’re going to be enjoying your life: money back guarantee,"
A little flash of surprise crossed his face, before he schooled his features once more. "Doubtful,"
"You're bullheaded, you know that?" You stated incredulously.
The grin he was holding back broke free. "How are you supposed to support me when you're insulting me?"
"I'm only trying to help you cultivate a better understanding of yourself," you replied snootily, crossing your arms and poorly trying to hold back a grin.
Obito burst into laughter despite himself. While he still didn’t fully believe you, he found himself hoping he could. It felt like the first full laugh he had had in a while, it was loud and rich, and filled the room with warmth.
He turned his attention back to you when he finished laughing, still grinning widely. The second they met, he found himself entranced by your eyes. They were awed, and shined as brightly as a warm summer sun, and it stole the breath right out of his lungs. No one had ever looked at him quite like that, he was sure of it.
“What?”
“You should do that more often,”
“What, laugh?” He asked quietly, completely lost in your gaze.
“Light up the room,”
Part VIII
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Is it ok if I rq enemies to lovers with Kakashi? Maybe they didn't get along because Kakashi was a jerk in his younger days, and in his anbu years he was worse so him and y/n really hated each other but when they got older they were forced to do missions together by the hokage and they fell in love naturally? I could imagine after spending months together they fell in love lol
Kakashi X Reader | When He Was Jerk To You
Kakashi has been your mortal enemy since the very beginning. Your ninja way was that everyone in the team comes first, and then the mission. Which, as we all know, was opposite to his ninja way.
So you both always used to quarrel since the very beginning about this. And as you heard about what happened to Obito, you sympathized with him. But as soon as he got into anbu after that, he was even more rude and avoidant to you. So you decided it was best not to show him any sympathy since he didn't deserve it.
Little did you know what he was going through you can't help it. He was hiding it all way too well.
But this one time, you both got a mission together as you two became adults. You were agonized to have been assigned a mission with him, but you had to do it anyway since Tsunade, who was more or less your mentor asked you to.
So you agreed. The mission was very quiet. You two set the ground rules and shared very few words. It was all going smoothly until you both came across a random outcast and you were in danger.
As you lay there on the ground, you saw him running away. But through blurry eyes you could see some figure running towards you, you flinched but you recognized his chakra and felt safe and confused at the same time. Was this the truth or the lack of blood has made you hallucinate?
It was confirmed, once you woke up in the hospital bed and not in some cave. Kakashi saved you.
"But why?" you asked yourself. "Talking to yourself? Hmm, maybe you need more rest I'll come back later." you saw the gray-haired guy standing at the end of your room.
He was about to exit through the door when you said, "Why did you save me?". He turned around, gave his famous one-eyed smile, and said, "Why wouldn't I? We're on the same team, right?"
You were in shock but kept quiet and watched him walk away. That's when you were startled again by a voice in the background," He's changed y'know." Your mentor was there for you even in illness.
"What do you mean?" you asked, confused. "He..." she sighed heavily, "...has been through a lot. Something you and I cannot dare to imagine. As much of a slob as Jaraiya is, he told me all about it with every detail."
You didn't question more. You know you cannot get anything out of it since it is not her place to tell you, so you ended the conversation with a hmm.
Later you decided to talk to him about what happened on the mission. You were a little hesitant that he might make you look small again like he used to do back in his teenage years. But your mentor's words stuck with you. He told you all about it and even complimented you here and there.
That is when you started to open up a bit to him and started talking to him more often. You didn't realize when this rivalry turned into friendship which led to something even more.
Until one day, you found yourself giggling like crazy as you are making dinner at his house and he is ranting about how tough it is to sign all those paperwork as Hokage. Giving you occasional kisses on the neck and hugs from behind whenever he finds your giggle cute.
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more caution to the wind epilogue. click the tag if u want to find the previous bit
She wakes when the guard changes at dawn, and her waking in turn wakes Minato. This is one problem with dating another ninja– they’re all paranoid, light sleepers.
Karin can’t tell if Minato knows exactly why she’s suddenly awake and tense, but he shifts and blinks and must (correctly) decide there’s no real threat present, because he rolls over lazily. Karin lets herself relax too as he wraps an arm around her and presses his face into her hair.
“Good morning,” he mumbles.
A few minutes later, he gets out of bed. Karin follows.
The rest of the morning features a lot of awkward fumbling. Karin had felt so in tune with him when they were traveling, not having to do much verbal communication at all toward the end to split up tasks. But they’d been camping for most of it, and the quarry house hadn’t had running water, and coordinating using the bathroom ends up… weird.
In Oto when Karin had had to share a sink with other residents, years and years ago, she’d just shoved other people out of the way. She obviously doesn’t want to do that with Minato, even if he takes too long to wash his face.
Minato clearly has his own routine he likes to go through, in the comfort of his own house, and he too seems confused about how Karin should fit into it. Luckily, he’s a much better communicator than Karin, and he keeps flashing her sheepish, cute little smiles and asking for her input on what she wants.
They try for a shared shower, and he tries to initiate sex again.
“Don’t you get tired?” Karin wonders, because she’s definitely still both mentally and physically drained from yesterday.
“Not for you,” Minato answers earnestly, water spilling over his hair and then over his shoulders and chest, and ugh. Unfair tactics, really.
“It’s not fair,” Karin tells him afterwards of him being unreasonably attractive, searching his cabinets for a blowdryer he promises he owns. “I have to do more work and use more energy than you to get ready, you know.”
“I can control myself, next time,” Minato says, towel-drying his own hair. He winks. “If you want me too, that is.”
Karin isn’t sure she will. Eventually they’ll both have to back off of constantly putting their hands on each other, but she wants to roll herself in the exciting energy of this honeymoon period for as long as it lasts. Minato must understand this about her, because his little smile broadens into an outright smirk as Karin’s face flushes with brand new ideas about future morning routines.
She eventually finds the blowdryer in the guest bathroom, and Minato makes an underwhelming breakfast of toast and a single sliced apple while she dries her hair. Apparently someone just brings him breakfast in his office most mornings, and he doesn’t have a lot of food in the house.
“I can go shopping,” Karin volunteers. “Unless you need me around…?”
Minato leans back in his chair, gaze moving thoughtfully up towards the ceiling.
“I…” he starts, then frowns slightly. “You know what, it’s been so long that I don’t remember what else I had going on this week.”
Time travel is… weird.
Karin lets him teleport her into his office with her. They arrive earlier than most of the usual day staff, because Karin woke them both up early. She then watches as Minato shuffles through all sorts of papers on his desk and then Obito’s to figure out what he was up to pre-time travel. In the other timeline, Karin would have automatically jumped in to help with this task, and she would have been good at it. But here she might run into something she isn’t to see, and she’d promised Minato she wouldn’t be digging up Konoha secrets he didn’t let her at himself.
She sits awkwardly and watches him, noting that his guard rushes over from his house at top speed. Hokage tower has its own ANBU sitting around, and they peel back and go off somewhere else when the guard shows up. Karin wonders if this pattern was already in place when Minato became Hokage, or if ANBU had to adjust its protocols to Minato’s refusal to just walk places like a normal person.
She wants to ask him, but she’ll have to wait until later. Ninja usually get all upset when they realize they can’t hide from Karin, and she’s supposed to play nice with Konoha-nin.
Eventually, Obito walks in to find his Hokage has rearranged his desk, and he shoots Minato a deeply disparaging look.
“I had a system,” Obito insists, even though his desk looks no messier than it did before.
Karin eventually gets released. She doesn’t have to go through any sort of crazy screening process as a perk of dating the Hokage, and most tasks related to integrating her into Konoha are being handled by other people. Even setting up an appointment for an ID photo is being taken care of by someone else.
Karin walks out of Hokage tower feeling extremely weird. She’s used to being the only one organizing her life, and she almost feels like her autonomy is being ripped away from her again, except it… isn’t? Her life is going exactly the way she wants it to, by largely her own design. It’s just that now she has an actual village where people aren’t actively trying to fuck her over, and so she can theoretically rely on other people whose job it is to accomplish frivolous tasks for her.
Very weird. She can’t help but feel a vague sense of suspicion about it. Surely something will go wrong if she lets someone else do it.
She debates going back to Minato’s house– their house, now, she supposes– and getting a few extra hours of sleep. But she’s filled with a quiet, nervous energy that she can’t explain, and she wants to expend it immediately. She ends up wandering Konoha.
She paces the streets like she would any foreign city– methodically noting where useful things are and doing her best to look like she knows exactly where she’s going and blend in. It is really different from the village she’d seen before in her timeline, with more unpaved roads and older buildings. This Konoha has a quaint, more lived-in feeling to it, although it's no less busy with civilians and ninja alike rushing around. She thinks she likes this version better.
Her brain is automatically sorting ninja: Threat, threat, threat, her subconscious tells her of every ninja with more chakra than a genin. Except they’re not. She knows they’re not, even if she doesn’t know who they are. She can’t go forward living in Konoha and treating every unknown person as a possible enemy.
She calms herself by picking out familiar chakra signatures while she walks. Sasuke is here, his chakra tiny and untrained, and she finds little Sakura next. Would it be weird to go visit one of them? Probably. They’re only four years old.
She keeps scanning the village as she browses a street of little pop-up stores selling mostly jewelry, and picks out Kakashi and then Rin and then–
Karin stops walking entirely when she realizes Uzumaki Kasumi is in the village. A man stumbles into her.
“Oi,” the man says, stepping around her, and usually Karin would yell at him to watch his step, but. But.
She steps out of the stream of people in the street and onto the doorstep of a closed shop. She focuses on keeping her breath even. She’d known her mother would be here.
Does she want to go see her? No, she shouldn’t. She should wait for Minato to introduce her.
She’s not even sure she wants to. How could she possibly behave normally, when the last time she saw her mother, she’d been slowly murdered by their own village? How could she look her in the eyes and not have a crying break down, right there and then? The thought terrifies Karin.
Calm down, she commands herself. You’ll cross that bridge when you get to it.
She focuses on Minato’s chakra, big and familiar and in its constant, swirling motion. He moves to a building adjacent to the tower, and his little guard movies with him, like extra, invisible appendages. She breathes. She steps back into the street and continues browsing.
Karin finds herself in a corner store, considering scented soaps. Scented soaps and lotions and shampoos are discouraged for missions, but if she’s just hanging out in Konoha… why not treat herself? She’s sure Minato would like it just as much as she would if she smelled all pretty and nice.
She gets a body wash that’s lotus flower scented. Something nice and light, in case she finds out she actually hates being able to smell herself.
While she’s waiting in line to pay, she notes a ninja appearing on the roof of the shop, and one on the roof of the restaurant opposite them. She doesn’t think much of it, because in a ninja village, ninja are everywhere, until she wanders out of the shop and both the chakra signatures follow her. They follow her while she lazily browses two different clothing stores. They follow her when she buys a can of juice and drinks it while she wanders a park at random.
Konoha is very pretty, she’ll admit. She was working on a vitamin D deficiency in Oto, with the lack of windows. If only she weren’t being followed.
Her first instinct is to go yell at Minato for siccing a tail on her. But he’d promised he wouldn’t without warning her first, and Minato has only ever kept promises to her. Besides, he’s not stupid enough to think she wouldn’t notice and be mad at him, and both signatures feel like… well, she’d need a visual to confirm, but they feel like children.
They feel like children, but they’re expertly hidden like no genin could, their emotions under such tight control Karin can’t even guess at if they’re nervous or upset with her or what. Their patterns and hiding are indicative of ANBU. She knows kids can end up in high-ranking positions. But two of them, trailing her secretly and unseen and feeling exactly like Danzo’s assistant?
Are you fucking kidding me? She thinks.
She’s tempted to go up to Hokage tower anyway, to run Danzo’s secret kiddy ANBU into Minato’s own guard and see what happens. The idea is entertaining, but she doesn’t want to be pulling shit like that on Minato without talking to him first.
Instead she enjoys the rest of her day like normal. She spends a lot of time flipping through books at a used book store. She reads the first two chapters of one of her purchases at a tea house Minato recommended. Then she grabs some vegetables for dinner and heads home.
The kiddy ANBU vanish the second she steps foot into Minato’s house. Interesting.
She didn’t have a real plan with the vegetables she bought, but she does wash and chop them by the time Minato gets home.
“Welcome home,” she tells him, and the words feel bizarre on her lips. Home? What? She gestures at the pile of vegetation on her cutting board. “I have made an attempt to be domestic.”
Minato kisses her, more eagerly than really necessary. He rushes at her with the earnesty of a teenager going for his first kiss and nearly topples over in his haste to remove his sandals.
“This is what couples do, right?” he says when he pulls away, grinning at her. His smile chases away all the nagging, uncomfortable feelings of the day.
Minato takes over the cooking, switching out his cloak for an apron. The apron is pink. Karin watches him, bemused, for way longer than she meant to before telling him about her day.
“How secure is this place, anyway?” she asks, taking the cutting board and knife to wash in the sink once all the vegetables are in a pot. “Like, when you said ‘private,’ how private did you mean?”
Minato pauses in the middle of searching his cabinet for stock for soup.
“In what capacity?” he asks.
“Hmm,” Karin leans a hip against the sink counter. “What if I wanted to tell you an… interesting story?”
She raises her eyebrows at him. Minato suddenly looks exhausted.
“Absolute privacy, as long as you stay away from open windows. Not even ANBU can eavesdrop,” he says. “Please tell me your interesting story is just one of your redacted teenaged crimes.”
“Sorry,” she says, turning to rinse off the cutting board. She tells him about being stalked by creepy children.
Minato frowns as she speaks, staring down into his vegetables sizzling in the bottom of the pot.
“Well,” he says when she’s finished. “I certainly didn’t send anyone after you.” He tilts his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I can practically hear Danzo telling me he was just correcting an oversight.”
“This is why Kiri just killed all their elders,” Karin says sagely. Minato snorts.
“Yeah, because that worked out well for them,” he mutters. He sighs. “Still, this is a bad look for me, isn’t it?”
Well, yes. A Kage was supposed to be an absolute authority in a village. If the Hokage said Karin was to be treated a certain way, then you did it. You didn’t send semi-secret child soldiers to spy on her.
“Do you think he knows I’d notice?” Karin wonders.
The corners of Minato’s mouth quirk upwards.
“I didn’t have enough time to sufficiently brag,” he says.
“You didn’t have time,” Karin repeats, putting a hand on a hip, “or you wanted to have an ace up your sleeve?”
“Maybe I think it’s really sexy,” Minato replies, “and I wanted to keep you all to myself?”
“Ooh, good answer,” Karin says. The smell of cooking onions is starting to fill the room, and it makes her stomach growl. No, she won’t attempt a spontaneous make-out session right this second.
“Usually people think hiding their chakra signatures will hide them from sensors like me,” Karin muses. “And I’m pretty sure I didn’t have any noticeable tells. So unless you said something, I’d assume your friend Danzo thinks I didn’t notice.”
“Hmm.” Minato stirs the vegetables with a spatula. “I’d like to keep it that way, for now.”
Karin doesn’t like being followed. She doesn’t like people in her business unless she’s very specifically invited them in. But she does like waltzing around and actively deceiving people and pretending she is just some harmless woman, nothing to see here–
Day two in Konoha continues this, with Karin exploring and carefully monitoring the two ROOT agents tailing her. The two today are different, and she finds it frustrating she can’t get a good read on their emotions. Even the adult ANBU agents, who go through their own strict training, are not so disciplined to not occasionally let their chakra flicker or wane with stress or boredom or interest if Karin’s paying close enough attention. ROOT must involve some intense training to hide these reactions from Karin.
She eats lunch with Minato in his office, with Obito eyeing them suspiciously from his own desk. Minato walks her down to an office on one of the lower floors to set her up with a desk worker in charge of building her official Konoha identity.
She takes Minato’s hand and does her best to tap code into his palm the location where her tail is lingering half a kilometer away. Minato leans his head backwards, and she can feel his chakra tighten in concentration. Karin doesn’t know any official Konoha codes, but both Orochimaru and Sasuke were trained in Konoha. The ones they used in Oto were supposed to be similar.
She gets a flicker of recognition in Minato’s chakra at the same time he opens the door to the Shinobi Affairs office. He catches her eye and grins.
The Shinobi Affairs employee Karin is assigned to aims almost all her questions at Karin herself, but her eyes keep flickering nervously over to Minato. Minato looks as calm and friendly as ever, but Karin is certain that without him there, she wouldn’t solicit all the promises to rush certain documentation through.
Karin gets an ID number right there and then, which she needs for things like her own bank account and subsidized health care.
The one question that gets specifically aimed at MInato is: “Am I requesting any security clearances?”
Minato tilts his head thoughtfully. “Leave it blank,” he says. “I’ll fill it out when I process it.”
Wow, Karin thinks. That could imply… so many different things.
He leaves them when the employee leads her off to a little side room for an ID photo. His little ANBU cloud go with him, although Hokage tower definitely has its own mix of ANBU just randomly scattered around.
Karin’s own tail doesn’t reappear the second she steps out of Hokage tower. She has to get a bit away from the tower before they start moving again, and she wonders if it’s the tower they're avoiding, Minato, or ANBU proper.
She spends her afternoon window shopping again, but this time she twice purposefully passes by active ANBU agents doing whatever the fuck they do. Both times her tail peels back, avoiding them.
When she finally calls it a day, she swings by a butcher to buy something to compliment the rest of her vegetables. Karin is used to shopping for herself, obviously, and she’s usd to being the one organizing supplies in official, job-related capacities. But this time she’s buying stuff for her boyfriend to cook for her, because they live together and get to spend the most boring and unexciting and domestic parts of their lives together, and something about that difference makes her feel giddy.
When she gets home, she closes the front door behind her and leans against it, feeling weirdly happy and warm. She concentrates as her tail pauses a little bit down the block, dithering for longer than the two yesterday did. Maybe because she’s home earlier, they think she might come back out?
She puts the meat in the fridge. The two ROOT agents move away, and Karin sits at the kitchen table and concentrates on where they go.
Minato has a little office set up in a back room, which he claims he uses more for personal projects than official Konoha business. Karin doesn’t feel at all guilty poking around in it for pen and paper. She sketches a vague map of Konoha.
Minato comes home late, teleporting directly into the living room and flopping down on the couch. Karin sticks her head out of the office and eyes him. Minato looked exhausted, and he only perks up a little bit at her appearance.
“...do you want me to make dinner?” she offers.
Minato blinks at her.
“Yes?” he says slowly. Then he immediately looks apologetic. “But if you don’t want to–”
Karin rolls her eyes. “I’m volunteering, Minato.”
She makes cooing, flirty commentary about getting to take care of him while she digs things out of the fridge, and Minato calms down. He disappears into the bedroom for a bit, and then comes back down in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. He sits at the kitchen table and watches her.
Karin did really like the fantasy of him in his pink apron, cooking for her. But this is also good, she thinks.
“I did some snooping,” Karin says, pointing at the map she’s left on the table while she watches her curry simmer. Minato pulls the paper towards himself, a tiny bemused smile on his face.
His chakra flickers a few times with interest as his eyes skim the paper, his brain processing what he’s seeing. Then his chakra suddenly spikes with alarm.
“What?” Karin asks, face whipping around.
Minato blinks at her, an unreadable look of surprise on his face.
“Nothing,” Minato replies, his expression mellowing into something more like affection. His chakra calms just as quickly. “It’s just…” He points at a spot on the page. “This ANBU cache is, um… super classified?”
Karin eyes at him. He’s not mad or upset. He’s more… resigned, maybe, but it’s colored with a sense of amusement that makes the feeling more positive.
“I knew you could do this,” Minato clarifies, pulling the paper back towards himself. “I just, uh…”
“Didn’t know-know,” Karin finishes for him, moving to grab plates. She remembers having several similar moments herself. “I understand.”
Karin isn’t a great chef, but it’s hard to screw up curry too much, and Minato eats heartily. He gets up to make them tea when they’re done, and then he asks Karin follow-up questions about her map of where her tail went and how they interacted with other on-duty ANBU around the village.
“You just casually mapped my whole ANBU from my own home, huh?” Minato says, eyeing her up and down with an expression that’s a little bit heated in a sexy way. Karin turns her face to hide her blush.
“I don’t know what you expected,” she mutters back.
Minato already knows where ROOT’s headquarters are, of course. It’s a little underground facility just outside of the village proper, in one of the forested areas still within the village walls, and the place Karin’s tail retreated back to when they were done with her. The facility was originally dug out as a shelter, which Minato has the original blueprints for, and then expanded during the Second War. Any blueprints or records of the expansion have gone mysteriously missing. Minato has had difficulty getting any further information on the place, or sneaking any of his own operatives in.
Minato has only been seriously picking at this problem for a few months, and he hasn’t tried grilling any ROOT operatives just yet. He’s had casual conversations, but they all have crazy experimental seals on their tongues on top of intense psychological conditioning, and even Minato is pre-emptively exhausted by the idea of trying to untangle one without harming the poor bastard it’s tattooed onto.
“I thought about letting Danzo have Kakashi to use him as a mole, but…” Minato wrinkles his nose at the idea. “Well, I only let Kakashi join my ANBU to keep other people from digging their claws into him.”
“Hiruzen left you a real mess, huh?” Karin observes, and Minato buries his face in his hands.
“It’s my fault,” Minato replies, his voice muffled by his hands. He sounds deeply, truly exhausted. “I prioritized international politics and let it get completely out of my control.”
Karin reaches across the table and pets his arm. She is not naturally good at comfort, but she could carefully pet a pretty man all day.
“Do you know what’s going on inside of ROOT?” Minato asks after a while.
This time it’s Karin’s turn to pull a face.
“It’s really heavily warded,” she says slowly. “I can tell there are people in there, but I can’t tell individual chakra signatures.” She runs her tongue over her teeth. “Well, no– it’s like I can almost feel them, like when you can’t quite remember the word you want. I might be able to get more with meditation, or if we figured out an excuse to go for a picnic right on top of them.”
Minato stares at her like she’s a fucking witch. Apparently “there’s chakra in there” is more than literally anyone else has been able to tell him.
#fic: caution to the wind#me: i'm not going to write a real sequel#me: (writes like i'm making a real sequel)
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So This is Love (ItaSaku):
“He can’t protect you in this state,” he pointed out and despite the weight in her chest screaming she needed to have more faith in Itachi than that, Sakura shook her head wearily, agreeing with him. “He can’t protect himself.”
It wasn’t like he could take a leave of absence either. Not solely down to Danzo’s firm grip of him, but because of Itachi’s inability to step away from Hidan. Taking him down was personal to him.
“Are you in any pain?” She shook her head again since it really wasn’t all that bad when everything else was piling on top of her, prompting him to hum thoughtfully. “You have a high pain tolerance, then.”
“I guess?” Sakura mumbled and like the acknowledgement was a door opening, she took a couple of moments to recall the injuries she’d sustained in her life. Even the attack on the flower store hadn’t kept her down for long and in weeks, even after being stabbed, she was training with Gai and Lee. "I’ve never really given it much thought.”
He merely nodded and assessed her stance once more, taking particular interest in her feet and legs until Sakura realised it was the ease in her movements that captured his attention. “Once you are fully recovered, we will begin training.”
The way the words were spoken sounded more like Gaara was sentencing her – that sense of sickening foreboding only increased when he placed his porcelain mask back on. It stared at her eerily, the dried splatters of blood that stained its snarling racoon-like features evoking a shudder.
“Thank you,” she replied earnestly. “I really appreciate it.”
But Gaara’s reply was quiet and weary, knocking that daunting aura up a notch. “You shouldn’t.”
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Addicted to You (GaaSaku & ItaSaku):
“Maybe next time, love,” she chuckled and pressed a hand to his chest. He was gentle while grasping it to aid Sakura in sitting upright. “I’m afraid this really is just a business trip.”
There was no mistaking the hope that was rekindling in Itachi’s brightening body language, but she felt no urgency to squash it anytime soon. Partly due to it opening him up to further manipulation and her agenda, but also… It oddly filled her with relief to have that horrid image of his exhausted, pained features gradually overwritten by the expression he now sported.
It must have been visible on her features, for Itachi offered a small smile and leaned closer to kiss her forehead sweetly, gently telling her, “We are not unsalvageable or beyond hope.”
“Itachi…”
He was well and truly back on his game. Proved as much by cutting her off with a simple, confident, “I will assist you in rescuing Obito.”
Green eyes narrowed. “The price?”
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Ghost Inside My Chest (ItaSaku):
“What’s this?” came Shisui’s infuriating teasing voice. “Are you crushing on Itachi, Sakura?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
“You’re blushing.”
It was an impulsive reaction to swing for him but as she should have expected, Shisui was effortless in dodging. He chuckled cheerfully while hip tossing her to the ground, coming to stand over her with that same amused expression. All she could do was glare up at him, the raging of her cheeks now reaching all the way down to her chest.
“Little Sakura-chan has a crush on Itachi,” he continued to tease mercilessly, crouching before her with his elbows coming to rest on his knees. “How cute.”
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Come Undone (ItaSaku & minor KakaSaku)
“We’re not kids anymore,” was all Kakashi offered, shrugging.
There was that look again, Sakura realised with a pang that shot through her stomach rather than her heart. It provoked those dreaded butterflies into fluttering away once more, stirring up feelings that she truly didn’t want to face anytime soon.
“My question still stands,” she pointed out, quieter than before. “What’s the big deal?”
Sakura knew the lowered tone affected him from the way Kakashi cleared his throat and ducked his head, and part of her felt excited by the response. A type of excitement she had never experienced before, one that filled her with warmth, not all that dissimilar to–
The blush from catching Shizune and Genma in the act had nothing on her new one.
Viewing Kakashi in such a light wasn’t exactly a novelty experience. She knew she was attracted to him on some level. On several occasions, she experienced those damned butterflies that had her growing uncharacteristically nervous around him; the catching of their gazes when they thought the other wasn’t looking causing her heart to palpitate and cheeks to heat up.
But…
“I’ve seen how badly love can screw a person up,” Sakura repeated the words that circulated her mind whenever she admitted to said attraction. “I don’t want to be hurt like that.”
“You think I do?” questioned Kakashi, snorting. “Obito’s been obsessed with Rin for most of his life and look where it’s got him – worst part of it all is that she doesn’t even love him back.”
Not that Rin was required to fall in love with Obito simply because he saved her life or showered her in acts of kindness or friendship. Sakura also knew that Obito believed that too, hence why he never really pushed his feelings onto her and chose to suffer in silence with his unrequited love.
“…That doesn’t mean we can’t explore those types of relationships, though.”
Breathing had never been such a difficult task, and Sakura’s stomach twisted – but in a good way. A weirdly pleasurable way that had her shifting and fidgeting. He wasn’t unaffected either, the tips of his ears and exposed cheek that poked out from beneath his mask all stained pink.
“It doesn’t,” she allowed.
Taking that as a sign of encouragement, he stepped closer. “Am I right in assuming we both trust one another more than anyone else?”
Without a doubt. “You know we do.”
“We could see what the big deal is together,” Kakashi suggested and Sakura damned her stupid hormones for reacting to the lowered tone of his voice.
“Right now?”
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Red String of Fate (ItaSaku & SasuSaku):
“E-Everyone–”
“Scattered,” he admitted, sighing. “The police are on their way.”
That did absolute wonders for her anxiety and Sakura lunged forward only to be gently pressed back against the wall again, her yell of Naruto’s name pitiful and full of concern.
“He’s fine,” Itachi assured her. “Deidara-san and Sasori-san got both Naruto-kun and Sasuke out of there.”
Sasuke.
“…I promised Sasuke that I would find you. It was the only way to get him out of there before he really lost himself.”
Holy shit. How badly had the brawl triggered her boyfriend’s rage? How badly had she triggered him by completely disregarding how he was feeling and charging in after Naruto?
“Sasuke wanted to be the one to get you out,” Itachi added softly, reassuringly. “However, Naruto-kun had other plans–”
No.
“–and the two ended up fighting.”
No.
Did he know the truth about...?
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Dying Embers (ShiSaku, ItaSaku & SasuSaku):
Much to the amusement of others but to the annoyance of himself (leading Shisui to believe with a bout of horror that he was becoming as cynical as the elders of his clan, who’d always found a fault or something to complain about in everything that crossed their paths), the two siblings continued to bicker for several long minutes – much too long for his liking. It held them up in their departure, which was chosen at a specific time to prevent the risk of being seen or having their presence in Suna getting back to Danzo. They couldn’t screw around, but they were.
A gentle hand brushing against his was shockingly enough for Shisui’s attention to be diverted as it zeroed in on Sakura’s patient features. She wasn’t even looking at him rather keeping her gaze forward, but the minute tremble of those fingers told him that she was feeling anxious too. That warm hand reminded him of the woman who’d comforted him many times while acting as his caregiver and friend.
Rolling his shoulders back and grinning, Naruto declared, “So, Gaara! When do you think we should have our rematch–”
A resigned sigh wasn’t what interrupted the blond with a pout – it was the back of Itachi’s knuckles coming down on his head with a firm warning of shut up already.
Shisui smirked.
“We went over formations for the travel, correct?” the Uchiha heir questioned blandly.
“Y-Yeah, I guess–”
“So get into position already.”
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Chapter 5 - Confidence Building
Series masterlist
Obito Uchiha x f!reader
Modern AU, obi still has scars, so much flirting and simping that it's actually gross, first date in sight? 👀
Word count - 1247
Beta baddie - @dabilove27 ty for being the reason I continue <33
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It has been two days since Obito caught you hanging out of your upstairs window with a choked little scream. You had looked so cute in a strappy little tank top with a bandana wrapped around your head to keep your hair out of your face (after ascertaining that you were okay and not actually in danger, he only had a mild amount of shame admitting to himself that you looked good).
You said you had been cleaning the windows and his mind can't help but wonder if you'd been cleaning the rest of the house as well. Unbidden thoughts of you pairing that tank top with tiny little booty shorts that barely covered your ass, leaning on tiptoes to dust the top of the cupboards, flooded his mind. Your shirt riding up just enough to reveal your soft stomach…
Obito has gone insane, his poor addled brain cannot stop thinking about you. He's never felt an attraction quite this powerful before, never really noticed someone and all the little things about them so thoroughly. Obito usually keeps to himself and only speaks to others when it's required, like at work, and he's been fine with that arrangement so far.
But you make him lose all sense and reason and he barely even knows you. Maybe it is because you speak to him like he is a human being worthy of respect, look at him when you talk to him and not just his scars, people never behave that way when they first meet him. But you did. It's nice. More than nice.
And so Obito doesn't even think twice when he sees you wander out onto the driveway to put out your recycling from his kitchen window. He rushes to open his door, hair still damp from the shower, and calmly walks (or tries to) to his mailbox under the guise of checking it-even though he already did this morning.
You turn at his approach, catching his eye, and that brilliant smile (the one that keeps him up at night) stretches across your cheeks. And in this moment, Obito desperately wishes that you would only smile like that for him.
You close the distance between you both, wandering over with a bashful look about your face, a look he's never seen on you before. You're wearing a stripy, blue tie-front top with denim shorts- the perfect picture of summer in the golden light of the setting sun.
"Hey, neighbour," you greet him, hands dangling at your front, those nervous fingers twisting together again.
"Hey." Obito feels like he should have something better to respond to you with, but his blood is rushing too loudly in his ears for him to focus.
"Sorry about yesterday, I wasn't spying on you or anything, just couldn't get the damn window open.” You chuckle to yourself, a slight grimace to your mouth as you remember the moment.
"Yeah, I could see that. You made quite the scene." Obito can't keep the amusement out of his tone or the smile off his lips at the memory.
You look at him with wide eyes, your amiable smile dropping as your lips part in apparent surprise, gently scrutinising his expression. He should feel self conscious with how intently you're staring at him, but everything within him is too busy fighting not to stare at your full mouth and the way your lips look all shiny with gloss. Obito wants to ask you what has you so focused on him, but he doesn't seem able to form the words.
All he manages is a rough clearing of his throat and a hard swallow. But it's enough to snap you back to the present.
You laugh then, a beautiful sound, “What can I say? I'm clumsy. And that window wasn't playing fair!” The little pout you give following that statement almost has his heart seizing in his chest.
“But enough about me embarrassing myself, please. I saw you working on your garden, it's really beautiful! I wish I had a green thumb so I could sort out the mess in my backyard.”
And without even meaning to, he's taken a step closer to you, as if he can't help but be drawn to you like a moth to a flame. A false sense of bravado courses through him at the way you look up at him through your lashes in surprise, the picture of innocence, if it isn't for the way your thighs clamp together instinctually. Your own body betrays your desire.
"Thought you weren't spying?" Obito teases, crossing his arms over his chest, and staring you down as if daring you to deny it.
It's your turn to stutter over your words, eyes wide, and mouth opening and closing several times as you try to process his proximity and how to respond. He can practically see the little cogs turning in your brain, you're so cute.
Maybe Obito can get used to being a little braver if it means this is his reward.
You laugh, voice barely an octave higher than usual, but your pretty face is composed once again-body language no longer timid.
“Okay, big boy, you got me there.” You mirror his own action and take the last step towards him, practically toe to toe, playing a game of chicken that you know you'll win. And he knows it too. Did you just call him…big boy? Obito isn't conceited in any sense of the word, but he knows he's large, he's worked hard to stay healthy and strong (especially after the accident). But even so, hearing it come from you? It's almost too much for him to handle.
“But I just couldn't help admiring the view.” You utter it so casually, a small and easy smile on your face. But he watches you look him up and down, eyes roving over his hips where his sweats hang low on his frame and lingering on his chest, his crossed arms doing little to hide his muscular physique.
And that's all it takes for him to lose all composure, that fragile confidence, any and all thoughts in his brain. If it had ever been in question that you had been flirting with him, that uncertainty dissipates with your sweet words and hungry eyes. Obito doesn't know what comes over him but in the next second he's speaking.
"Yousaidyouwantedtogarden. Learn, I mean. I-I can teach you, you should come over sometime.” The words pour from Obito's lips like an unstoppable tide, jumping forth from his hazy mind without his permission, and he curses himself for being so weak and smitten. What does he do if you say no? Melt into the core of the earth, probably.
But before he can retract his offer and apologise for being so forward, for assuming that you would ever want to spend time with him outside of pleasant niceties, you accept-with a quick "Yes! I mean, I'd love to.” That coy look creeping back into your expression.
Your eagerness is honestly adorable (you look as if you like the idea more than Obito himself), especially hidden behind a sheepish smile, looking up at him through dark lashes. It's the first time he's ever seen you look so unsure of yourself. Embarrassed or surprised (and most recently flustered), sure, but not this self-doubt. Like he might suddenly change his mind and reject you, decide he isn't mildly obsessed with you. As if he ever could.
He knows then and there he's done for.
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@tentaiiled continued from this adorable rely;;
She gave Obito a big smile and a giggle, at the nickname he'd given her. She loved it very much. Thought it sounded extremely adorable! Mirai bounced a few times on her heels as she waited for Obito to return with some candy. She had no expected so much, and it probably showed very well in her expression. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew in amazement.
"Really?! All that, just for me? Thank you!" she said, her red eyes still full of surprise. Then she smiled again and bounced on her feet a few times again before throwing her arms around his neck in a hug.
"I promise." The sad truth was that most her friends didn't actually dare to go... and it made her feel bad, very upset and like she wanted to change their mind. Though, she also didn't want Obito to know they were afraid, because it might make him feel sad, too. There was nothing to be scared of! But if Obito didn't want more trick or treat'ers, anyway, then she'd stay quiet. Keep it her own little secret. More lollipops for her.
"That's cute!" She said, gesturing to his onesie with another giggle. "It looks very comfy and warm. Are you having a, uhhhm..." she thought for a moment, then remembered Shikamaru's name for it. " 'Chill day' ?"
#tentaiiled#// !!;; nOOKi ♥️ ;;Q;;#ohh Obito has my heart in the tightest grip istg he's so sweet...;; ♥️
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"Happy birthday to the best little student of Konoha!" Obito sing-songs with a silly voice, handing Sarada a little box with a red bow on top. Inside the box is a keychain shaped like a cat, except it's not just a keychain. If she clicks on the cat's nose, a blade shoots out of it's head; it's a pocket knife!
"I hope you like my little gift, it's not as big as last year's giant shuriken but it's just as nice."
Just like every year, Obito never failed to remember her birthday and it always made her really happy. It wasn't something he had to do, but he did anyway. (Sakura wouldn't let him forget Sarada's birthday though.) "You know you don't have to get me anything, Uncle Obito! I'm just happy you remember my birthday!" She smiled brightly, taking the box from his hands.
Upon opening it, she let out a little, excited gasp, "It's so cute! It looks just like Mochi... Well, not as round as him but still!" Sarada picked up the key chain, and pressed it's nose, noticing it was a button, she almost jumped when a knife shot out. Her eyes again sparkled with excitement, "It's cute AND a knife! I love it! I have to put it on my keys! Can you hold the box a moment?" After pushing the knife back in, she reached into her pocket to pull out her keys. Just the house key, and keys to her grandparent's house, and storage area. There was already a key chain on it, an old looking UFO one that glowed in the dark. Eagerly, she pulled on the cat key chain with it and grinned,
"I'm going to jab Boruto in the side with it when he makes me mad.~" Oh, there was the Sakura in her,
"I think it's great, Uncle Obito! I love all your gifts! I don't think I would have room for more giant weapons if you got me more of those." She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him in a big bear hug. Not too tight. She had her mother's strength and could easily, accidentally hurt someone,
"Thank you so much, Uncle Obito! I'm going to carry it with me everywhere!" She looked up at him still grinning.
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Request for writing obidei meeting baby sarada for first time...as they first grandchild and first uchiha
Obito smiled softly, watching Sakura hold her daughter in her arms. She was tense, nervous and scared all at once, and he knew very well why. He rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.
"You're doing great, Sakura."
Sakura didn't believe it, he could see it on her face. It'd take time to adjust to having a kid after her past.
Deidara ran into the room, Sasuke tailing behind. Shouting about how cute the nursery was, his baby fever hitting hard.
Obito chuckled lightly, shaking his head. Sakura moved the infant into his arms and stood back, overwhelmed with her emotions. Obito bounced the little girl lightly, wiping a bubble of spit from her mouth with her jumpsuit. Deidara sat by his side in awe.
"She's so cuuute!"
"She is. We might have to take her home with us."
Sasuke glared, throwing a soft toy at Obito, to which he caught without issue.
"Alright, we won't take her... we'll just have to visit twice as much."
Sasuke sighed, but agreed. Taking his daughter from Obito, needing assistance to hold her comfortably and safely.
Deidara waved goodbye to the baby as she was whisked away for a contact nap. Earning a laugh from her.
Sakura looked to Obito for his thoughts.
"She's very lucky to have you as a parent, Sakura. She'll love you. I promise."
"... thanks dad... her name's Sarada."
Obito smiled.
"Uchiha Sarada. Beautiful."
/ The end
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FMK Orochimaru, Kakashi, Obito
"... anon, you... how did you...?"
Fuck, he likes all of them! And for the anon to put him in the spot like this...
With much reluctance and knowing the judging looks he will get, he seems to lower his head as his confident demeanor disappears and he's now looking quite guilty. But he is sweating profusely now.
"... I'll marry Kakashi. He seems to be the most emotionally... "stable" out of the two and one who I can see myself having the perfect married normal life with him and we both have so much in common with each other despite our loyalties to our villages and our vast different moral codes. I also have a bit of a crush on them and I hope that they... like me back. Not to mention how fucking hot they are and their cute little fangs and smile they have.
"..." He stares at the two other options with a frown.
"I'll fuck Orochimaru, because while we have worked together. There are moments of sexual tension between us and we should see where it goes from here since our personalities are quite different. I also trust that he wouldn't force anything onto me."
"Guess this means that I'll have to kill Obito, I mean, they keep rejecting me too many times and they are quite hostile towards me all of the time. Too bad really, but then again. I didn't form an alliance with them just to sleep with them to begin with. All I wanted to do is mess with them till our agreement comes to an end."
#anonymous#damn it#this was so hard to answer!#should I tag this?#I should#XD#kakakabu#orokabu#obikabu#lmao!
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what is the funniest part of your god of storms au and whats the angstiest? i love knowing your favorites of things!
Ohhh that might be tough to answer.
Funniest part of God of Storms Au
I think the funniest award would have to go to the absolute ridiculous bond between Kakashi and Yamato, largely because it depends on each version of Yamato
Kakashi and Kinoe? Feral. These two will fight and bite and it can get very messey and 9/10 times it’s because Kakashi brought rain down in the firest while a kid was lost so not Kinoe has to help a kid find their way home while trying to keep them dry and it’s RUDE (and he knows Kakashi does it to mess with him which is even ruder)
Kakashi and Tenzo. Respectful. Kind. They get along and Tenzo is the only god who can give Kakashi a single look and get what he wants out of him. Bo words needed, Kakashi knows what’s expected of him
Yamato and Kakashi. Full circle back to rude but in such a diffrent and confussing way. Kakashi doesn’t just bring rain when it’s most annoying, he makes sure to visit at the WORST moments. This man has interupted Yamato and Bee having some alone time and then dared to look shocked when Yamato got upset with him. He once walked in while Yamato and Iruka were doing it and just… plopped down beside them and started to talk to Yamato like he wasn’t railing the cute god of knowledge.
No one understands them
How are they friends?
How has Yamato not been the one to try and kill Kakashi yet?
Why is Kakashi like this ONLY with Yamato!?!?!?
Angstiest Part of God of Storms au
So this i would say is between the death if Sakumo’s lover/birth of his son’s
And the death of two gods (Kakashi and Kakuzu)
Now the death of two gods is very emotional and upsetting but everyone knows they’ll come back at some point, they just don’t know how long it’ll take.
But Kakashi laying in Ibiki’s arms as he vanishes, with Nakano trying desperately to convince him that everything will be alright is just… it hurts
But also Sakumo finally getting the love of his life back and dreaming about all the things they’ll do together only to see Orichimaru’s swird being run through her (and even piercing him a little) is gut wrenching. Toss in the fact that his tears bring Kakashi to life and his first thought isn’t ‘i have something of her at least’ but ‘i have to make someone for him so he doesn’t have to he lonely’ and thus swallowing his own feelings to create Obito
Kakashi and Obito are gods created from sadbess and heartbreak and everyone knows it
Kakashi is the definition of those emotions, struggling to smile or really enjoy himself. On the other side, Obito tries so hard to be sunshine and energy but five minutes with him and anyone can see that he is a very broken god who’s trying so hard to ignore the pain that was embedded in him from his creation
Madara sometimes call’s Sakumo the god of cruelty for having the audacity to bring two gods into the world who are so very broken
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