and I, at the door between worlds.

“a non writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” — franz kafka, from a letter to max brod

[eiloveir]

smoke signals, phoebe brigers // naruto shippuden

[eiloveir]

“and then, that’s it.”

pairing. — uchiha sasuke x reeader

warnings. — features occasional profanity, a tense argument, and relationship issues.

author’s note. — the storyline draws inspiration from Justin Bieber’s “flatline.”

The air in the room was thick with an uncomfortable stillness, as though the weight of everything left unsaid pressed down on your chest. It wasn’t just the silence, but the kind that left you gasping for air, desperate for something that would break the void between you and Sasuke. Five years. You had spent five long years by his side, and yet, standing here now, you’d never felt so completely alone. The man who once held you so close now felt miles away, even when he was standing right in front of you.

You watched him as he removed his tie, every movement precise, but empty. There was no tenderness, no acknowledgment of you in the way he moved—just cold, mechanical motions. It hit you then: the man who once held you, who used to pull you in without hesitation, now felt like a stranger. Something had broken between you, and the silence that hung in the air seemed to say more than either of you could.

Neither of you knew how to fix it—or even if it could be fixed.

He didn’t smile at you anymore—not like he used to. He didn’t share those rare laughs over silly things or press gentle kisses to your forehead when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Now, Sasuke had buried himself in work, using it as a fortress to shut you out. He left before the sun rose, never bothering to meet your gaze, and came home long after it had set. When he did come home, he just went through his routine, making you feel as though you weren’t even there for him to notice at all.

Tonight, though, you had dared to hope—just a small hope. You had made his favorite dishes, slaving away in the kitchen for hours, preparing each dishes, and clinging to the ridiculous belief that maybe this time, he would notice. That maybe this time, he would see you again.

You stood in the kitchen, feeling raw, exposed, a vulnerability you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in months churning at your insides. You were desperate—for him, for something to pull him back, to salvage whatever was left.

“I made dinner,” you said, and you know how much emotion was contained in those two little words.

You gestured to the table, where the food sat untouched, waiting for him like you always had, like you always did.

Sasuke gave it a cursory glance. His palm rubbed the bridge of his nose, a motion you would eventually grow to detest as his gaze dropped down to the ground. It was his cue to cut you out of the conversation before it even started.

“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, as though his mind was already somewhere far from you.

Your chest clenched cruelly, but you bit back the flood of hurt that threatened to surge. “But I made it for you,” you murmured more softly this time.

“I’ve got work to do,” he replied sharply, cutting you off before you could even begin to argue.

Always work. The thought echoed in your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time he had chosen to be present with you. You tried to understand how important his work was, but to the point that he didn’t even bother to talk to you anymore? It stung more than you cared to admit—it feels as if he had forgotten how to make room for you in his life.

He turned away, moving toward his desk with that same cold efficiency, as if your attempt was merely an inconvenience he couldn’t be bothered with. Frustration boiled over within you, spilling past your defenses before you could rein it in. “It’s always work with you, isn’t it?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, the sharpness of your voice surprising even yourself. The silence that followed felt heavy, and you braced yourself for his reaction.

Sasuke’s body froze in its tracks as he was about to take a step, his muscles tensing as if he was prepared to take on it. He pivoted around to face you, his facial expression unchanging and his eyes darkened with impatience.

“What exactly are you insinuating with that statement?” He stood there, appearing edgy and on edge, waiting for your response.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hurt and rage swirling inside you. “It means you’re never here, Sasuke,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of emotions you’d kept bottled up for so long. “You’re always somewhere else—always busy, always too tired. Do you even care anymore?”

His jaw tightened, the tension in his form evident as he cut in with a warning. “Don’t even start this again,” he said firmly, tone dripping with edges. “I’ve explained to you before, my work—”

“I’m sick of hearing about your work!” you snapped, your own frustration now bubbling over. “You hide behind it, Sasuke. It’s your excuse for everything. You’re shutting me out.”

“I’m not shutting you out. You’re the one who’s making this into something it’s not.”

“Something it’s not?” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, but you fought them back. You refused to let him see how much he was hurting you, how much this was tearing you apart. “We’re barely even together anymore! You come home late, you don’t talk to me, and when you do, it’s like I don’t even exist! How is that not shutting me out?”

“You think I don’t have enough on my plate?” he said quietly, his voice barely containing the anger simmering beneath the surface. “Do you even understand the kind of pressure I’m under?”

“And what about me?” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “What about the pressure I’m under? To keep pretending that everything’s fine? To keep waiting for you to care?”

“You really don’t grasp the situation, do you? I simply don’t have the time to waste on this. Every second counts for me right now, and your petty complaints are the last thing I need on my plate. Can’t you see that?” He gave you an earnest gaze, his eyes narrowing as the tension between you grew. His patience was slipping, and with every seconds, his frustration grew.

“Petty?” The word struck you like a sharp slap. In an instant, the tears you had desperately tried to hold back cascaded down your cheeks. “This isn’t just something trivial, Sasuke! This is about our relationship! And yet, you’re treating it as if it holds no significance at all.” Your voice trembled with emotion, and hurt flooding your words as you confronted him.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated, as though you were just another problem he had to deal with. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not like I’m gone forever. I come home, don’t I?”

“Physically, maybe. But emotionally? You’re never here. It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.”

“This is exactly why I can’t deal with this right now. You blow everything out of proportion, and then you expect me to drop everything to coddle you.”

“I’m not asking you to coddle me,” you whispered, his apathy crushed you, and you felt your breath seize and your chest constrict. “I’m asking you to care.”

There was an intolerable void between you, and his silence was deafening. When he finally did say anything, his voice lacked the familiar warmth and his words were chilly. “You can’t even understand me.”

“Do you really think I don’t understand you?” The question escaped your lips. “I’ve been trying to reach you this whole time!” Like a tumbling river, your words flowed forth, a cry to close the distance that seemed to grow between you.

With your heart racing, you moved closer to look for any indication of comprehension in his countenance. “I see your damn struggles, the tired you are, but it feels like you’re shutting me out completely. How can I understand what you’re going through if you refuse to let me in?”

He did not respond. He merely stood there, silently saying louder than he could have with his expression. And you were broken by that quiet. You understood, for the first time in years, that Sasuke was not going to stand up for you and that he would not even apologize for the suffering he had caused by hurting you in the manner that he had.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.” he eventually spoke, and in that instant, everything around you seemed to stop. It felt like the air was stolen from your lungs, and your heart splintered into a thousand fragments.

Again, he stood there, silently watching as your heart shattered, doing nothing to stop it. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, and you made no attempt to wipe them away. “So, this is how it ends?”

He said nothing.

In that moment, you realized it was over.

You realized you had lost him long before tonight.

[ishcore]

i hope someone stalks my blog i put a lot of effort into it

[eiloveir]

is it casual now?

✰ pairing. — uchiha obito x f!reader

✰ genre. — romance, angst

✰ warnings. — alcohol consumption, emotional detachment, toxic relationship dynamics, sexual content

✰ author’s note: please be advised that this piece includes explicit content and themes that may not be suitable for all readers. if you’re uncomfy with or sensitive to such material, or if you believe it might trigger negative reactions, it’s best to skip this reading.

you walked back and forth in your apartment, your footsteps creating a steady pattern that barely disturbed the heavy silent around you. the walls, decorated with paintings and photographs, seemed to close in on you as the minutes passed slowly. each tick of the wall clock felt like a reminder of how time was slipping away—time you were spending waiting for a message that never came. the clock’s face was lit up by the faint glow of the lamp on the side table, that moved on the walls, reflecting the unrest inside you. beneath the surface, your frustration was growing, and you tried to ignore the ache in your chest, which kept you stuck in this endless waiting.

it was almost eleven in the evening and you had been waiting since you woke up. the irony was not lost on you. the more you tried to ignore his presence, the more you found yourself drawn back into his charm and the complications it brought. you were trapped in confusion, and fully aware that your feelings were tangled in a mess of “no strings attached” arrangements. the thought that you were just a temporary distraction for him, while you faced the risk of falling deeper into his yearning, made you feel like the dumbest person to ever exist.

but you like it — you liked the way he made you feel; his touch and the moments of sweetness were addictive. those moments, though temporary and insubstantial, were what you craved, despite knowing they were just pleasures to him. you had been trying to distance yourself from this truth, but it kept sneaking back into your thoughts, like an unwanted guest you couldn’t quite get rid of. his voice, the way he made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t before—these were the things that kept you connected to him, even when you knew the relationship was complicated.

you were about to give up on hoping to hear from him when your phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the heavy silence of your apartment. you jumped at the sound, your heart racing as you fumbled to grab the phone. the name on the screen—uchiha obito—made your heart skip a beat. his voice came through, heavy with the slur of alcohol. “love,” he said slowly. the term of endearment, spoken with the deliberate pace of someone who’s drunk. was it a sincere slip of the tongue or just a side effect of his drunkenness? the question echoed in your mind as you tried to steady yourself and keep your voice calm.

“where are you? you sound... drunk.” the words came out slowly. you strained to catch any hint of his location through the slurred speech and tone, and your mind racing with the thought of his state.

you were all too familiar with the pattern—his calls always came when he was in need, reaching out to you for temporary distraction. it was a routine you knew well, one that consistently left you yearning for something more while only receiving the empty gestures of his attention. every time he called, you held on to the hope of something deeper, but each time, that hope was met with the same cycle of attachment.

he chuckled softly on the other end, his laughter carrying the wobble of alcohol. “i’m not drunk,” he insisted, though his voice betrayed his condition. “just a little tipsy.” the term tipsy felt like an understatement, given the clear evidence of his intoxication in the way he spoke.

“whatever you say.”

his laugh echoed once more, carrying an amused tone that seemed to drift through the phone line. “come on,” he said, his voice now languid and relaxed. “i just wanted to hear your voice.”

you let the sound linger in the quiet of your apartment before responding. “of course you do, you only ever call when you’re drunk or bored.” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“don’t be like that,” obito’s voice came through, the shift in his tone was noticable, as if he was trying to soften the impact of his previous behavior with affection. and there was a pause — the only sound was the soft hum of the phone line connecting you the both of you. then, his laughter returned. you could almost picture the smirk on his face, the one that accompanied his playful, if not somewhat insincere, gestures. “can’t a guy just want to talk to his favorite girl?” he asked, words framed by almost pleading tone.

you were momentarily caught off guard by the endearment and the softness in his voice. the term “favorite girl” stirred something — it felt oddly intimate, you took a deep breath, striving to keep your tone detached and composed. “favorite girl, huh?” you said, the words coming out with an edge of irony. “i’m the only girl you talk to when you’re like this.”

“you know it,” obito said, his words slurred with smugness. there was a clear arrogance in his voice, as if he was sure you’d always be around no matter how messy things got between you two. “nobody else quite compares.”

“you only say that because i’m easy and always available when you need a distraction.”

“oh, don’t sell yourself short,” his laughter rang through the phone, light and teasing. “you’re way more than just a distraction, love.” even in that state, there was a boldness in his tone that revealed his awareness of the power he held over you.

“and yet, that’s all I am to you when morning comes,” as the words left your lips, realization washed over you. well, it was a truth you had come to accept, but the bitter taste of reality still stung. “just a plaything you discard until you’re bored or lonely again.”

he was quiet for a moment, his silence was filled with self-interest. after a while, he let out a deep sigh, and his voice sounded heavy. “you know the rules,” he said, as though his words were meant to be a complete explanation. “it’s just fun. no strings attached.”

it was the same tired excuse. his explanation felt as empty as it was repetitive — the pattern you were always caught in. you pressed your back against the wall, its coolness giving you a momentary break from what he said.

“of course, i know the rules. no strings attached, just fun.” the phrase hung in the air, resonating with your own disillusionment. each word seemed to emphasize the nature of your arrangement and the emotional longing you felt. the familiar repetition of his excuse and how trapped you were in a cycle that left you feeling more alone yet you found it very addictive.

his slurred voice carried satisfaction. “that’s right,” he said, taking a pause before adding with another smugness, “and you always play along so nicely.”

frustration and excitement tangled within you as you resigned yourself to the familiar pattern. “yeah, i always play along, what do you want this time?”

his response came with of course, his usual charm. “oh, not much, just a bit of company. you know i always appreciate your... company.” the way he spoke had a suggestive undertone, making it clear that he was hinting at more than just a friendly conversation.

“company, huh?” you replied, letting out a sigh. “and what kind of company are you looking for?” you knew exactly what he meant, but you still wanted him to be explicit about it. the question was more about making him articulate his intentions directly, even though you were already well aware of the implication.

“you know what kind of company i need,” he said, letting his tone drop to a low, suggestive murmur. “the kind that only you can provide.” the way he spoke was almost deliberate, drawing out each word with a languid, almost seductive quality — at least, for you.

“the same kind of company as always,” you said, working to keep your voice steady and composed.

you could almost feel the tension on the other end of the line as silence stretched between you. in that moment, you wondered if he was hesitating, perhaps reconsidering the terms he had laid out so many times before. but then, his playfulness returned and his voice is laced with a very mischievous tone. “that’s right, love. just casual fun.” his stance hadn’t changed. the words were coated with the same indifference he always used.

you fought against the wave of disappointment, pushing it aside as you resigned yourself to the agreement you were about to uphold. “of course, just casual, just the way we like it.” the words came out almost automatically, reflecting the weariness of accepting the same cycle once more.

“so,” his voice came through, “you coming or not?”

you hesitated, caught between the logical part of your mind that recognized this as a bad idea and the powerful surge of desire and excitement that swept through you. despite the nagging voice of reason warning you of the potential for more hurt, the pull of his presence was too strong to ignore.

“yeah,” you said, striving to keep your tone natural despite the fluttering sensation in your chest. “i’ll be there soon.”

a few minutes later, you were driving through the city streets, the night lights blurring past in a swirl of colors. every block you passed seemed to heighten your anticipation. finally, you spotted his car parked in a dimly lit back alley, its dark silhouette standing out against the shadows. the street was unusually quiet, broken only by the distant hum of traffic, making the stillness amplify your nervous excitement.

as you neared, obito stepped out of his car, leaning against the hood with a knowing smile that seemed to shine in the moonlight. you got out of your car, feeling the cool night air brush against your skin. the moonlight bathed him in a soft, silvery glow, making his presence even more striking. for a fleeting moment, the space between you seemed to shrink.

his intense gaze seemed to pierce right through you, making you feel like prey under his watchful eye. your heartbeat quickened, responding to the way he deliberately closed the distance between you. as you backed up against the cold surface of his car, his calculated steps brought him closer, intensifying the tension in the air.

the atmosphere was thick with his presence, his alcohol-tinged scent wrapping around you like a heavy cloak. the heat and desire he radiated made the night air feel unnaturally warm, almost oppressive. you could hear his breath, each exhale a searing whisper against your skin that sent a shiver down your spine. the excitement of what was about to unfold stretched out endlessly, making the moment unbearable.

obito’s hand moved to your face with gentleness that was disarming. the warmth of his touch, familiar and electrifying. his thumb traced softly along your cheek, while his eyes remained locked onto yours with an intensity. “you look good,” he murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that wrapped around you like a warm embrace and flushed heat across your cheeks.

you fought to maintain your composure, though a tremor in your voice betrayed the effect he had on you. “you’re just drunk,” you managed to say, trying to keep your tone detached.

his chuckle was a low sound that resonated with amusement, “not really,” he conceded, the word stretching out as he drew nearer. “i’m not drunk enough to tell lies.” his lips brushed lightly against your ear, sending a tingles down your neck.

the air between you crackled with intoxication. moonlight cast shifting shadows that seemed to dance around you, turning the narrow alley into a place of intimacy where only the two of you existed. the car behind you creaked slightly, its cold metal pressing against your back. his hands were warm and firm as they cupped your face, his fingers moved with care, tracing down your jawline and eliciting a series of shivers that radiated through you.

“i’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, his voice gravelly. “and now that you’re here,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper, “i can’t think about anything else.”

the contrast between the car and the warmth of his touch created a sensation. with a swift motion, he unlocked the rear door of his car and gestured for you to step inside. the interior of the it was dimly lit, with only the occasional street lamp casting beams of light through the windows. you climbed inside, the tight confines offering little room to move. he followed, shutting the door behind him with a firm click that echoed in the confined space. the small, cramped seat made every movement feel amplified, and as he settled in beside you, his body pressed against yours.

obito’s hands moved with practiced ease, cupping your face and tilting it upward with a tender touch. “i’ve missed this,” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. “missed you.”

the softness in his voice took you by surprise, momentarily disorienting you. “we’ve done this just three days ago,” you replied, trying to keep your composure despite the quickening beat of your heart.

even in the dim light, his smirk was unmistakable. “and i’ve been thinking about you every minute since then,” he said, his lips brushing against your neck with warm, lingering kisses. “thinking about how good you feel, how you taste, and all the things i’ve been wanting to do to you since we last saw each other.”

his hands roamed over your body with a purposeful intensity, the touch of his fingers igniting a desire within you. his grip tightened around your hips, pulling you closer with urgency. “you drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough and charged with emotion. his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath the fabric, pleasure washed over you. the sensation of his touch against your bare skin made you shiver with excitement. “obito,” you whispered, your voice trembling as anticipation built.

“hmmm?” he murmured, his lips still brushing against your neck, sending tingles through your body. “what is it?” he asked, his hands continuing their exploration with enticing touch. “tell me what you want.”

you hesitated for a moment, caught in the tug-of-war between your desire and the fear of exposing your vulnerability. “i want you,” you whispered, your voice soft yet resolute. “i want you... like this.”

his grin widened, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk against your skin. “that’s all i needed to hear,” he said, his hands swiftly moving to the buttons of your shirt and unfastened them with a hurried touch, his impatience evident in every quick, decisive movement.

“damn, you always look so good,” obito muttered, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin with an appreciative hunger. his hands glided to your back, deftly unclasping your bra with skillful fingers. he paused for a moment to relish the sight before him, his gaze lingering on every inch of your body with admiration.

obito’s touch was unrelenting desire. the tight confines of the car, only dimly lit by the sporadic flicker of street lamps outside, intensified every sensation, turning each caress and kiss into an intoxicating experience that felt almost surreal. his breath, warm and uneven, brushed against your inner thighs.

his lips traced paths along your most sensitive areas, his tongue darting out with teasing, purposeful movements. “you’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through his chest. “every inch of you reacts to me in the most perfect way.”

you gasped, your body instinctively arching toward him as his tongue traced a path of heated pleasure. the blend of his warmth and the cool leather of the seat heightened your sensation — it makes your skin feel extraordinarily sensitive. “obito,” you breathed, your voice quivering with a mix of need and frustration. “please…”

his response was a deep, throaty chuckle that reverberated through his chest as he pressed closer. “i love hearing you beg,” he said, his tone laced with dark amusement and a possessive affection.

the urgency in your voice was clear as you fought to keep your composure. “i want you inside me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i need you… now.”

his eyes darkened with desire, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “you always know how to get me going,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “and you know i’m more than ready to deliver.”

his tongue continued its teasing, moving over your most sensitive areas with skill. every flick and swirl sent waves of pleasure through your body, causing your breath to come in shallow, desperate gasps. “tell me how good it feels,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a deep, seductive rumble that made your heart race. “i want to hear it.”

the sensation of his tongue working its magic was overwhelming, a hot, wet bliss that left you breathless and moaning. “it feels incredible,” you moaned, your voice a blend of urgency and ecstasy. “please don’t stop.”

his hands traveled up to your chest, his touch is full of eagerness. he cupped your breasts gently, his thumbs grazing your hardened nipples with a feather-light touch that made you shiver uncontrollably. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a blend of admiration and unrestrained desire. “every inch of you drives me wild.”

he pulled you closer, positioning himself with the need that matched the growing heat between you — and he slowly entered you, the car seemed to amplify every movement, making each thrust more intense and intimate.

obito’s rhythm was steady, his body pressing against yours, almost desperate. every movement was deep and controlled, it heightens the pleasure for both of you.

“damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice full of lust and amazement.

the pleasure was building rapidly, every movement pushing you closer to the brink. everything felt more intense, more immediate, as if the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of you in this moment. “you drive me wild,” he murmured, his voice husky with need and satisfaction. “every single inch of you...”

you couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure coursing through you, but amidst the physical sensation, your mind began to wander. as he moved against you, the intensity of his presence made you overthink the nature of your relationship. the way he touched you, the passion in his actions—it felt like more than just a casual encounter. but you reminded yourself that this was all it was supposed to be: no strings, no expectations, just physical connection.

the way his hands gripped your hips, his voice rough with need, and the way he looked at you with those dark, intense eyes—each detail made you question if there could be more between you. yet, you knew you couldn’t allow yourself to hope for something deeper. the reality of your arrangement was clear, even if, in moments like these, it felt like something more. the intensity of the moment, the closeness of your bodies, and the rhythm of his movements—all of it was almost overwhelming, making it hard to keep your emotions in check.

you focused on the sensations, the way his skin felt against yours, the heat of his breath on your neck, the pleasure building inside you. it was a way to ground yourself, to stay present in the moment, and not let your mind wander to what-ifs and possibilities that weren’t there. as much as you wanted to believe there was something more, you knew you had to protect your heart, to remind yourself of the boundaries you’d set. but right now, in this moment, it was hard to care about any of that. all that mattered was the way he made you feel, and you surrendered to it, even as a small voice in the back of your mind warned you not to get too attached.

as his movements grew more urgent, you could see the intensity in his eyes. every thrust became more desirable, hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with a firm yet tender touch, as if anchoring himself in the moment. “god, you feel amazing,” he muttered, his voice rough and breathless. you could feel the tension building within him, his muscles tensing with every movement. the friction between your bodies, the confined space, and the overwhelming heat all combined to amplify the sensation, making every touch feel electric. you could sense his restraint slipping, his control unraveling as he neared his peak.

with a low, guttural groan, obito thrust deeply one final time. “i’m coming,” he growled, his voice filled pleasure and relief. the words were almost a declaration, a culmination of the buildup that had led to this moment. you could feel the power of his climax, his body trembling with the force of it. “fuck,” he gasped, his grip tightening, trying to hold onto the last vestiges of control.

the sensation of his release sent ripples of pleasure through you, the heat of his breath against your neck, the feel of his skin against yours, and the deep, primal sound of his groan all merging into a sensory overload that pushed you to the edge. “obito,” you breathed, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.

a breathless moan escaped your lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, each pulse of pleasure more powerful than the last. your body arched into his, seeking more of the connection that had brought you to this peak. “oh god, obito,” you gasped, the words a mix of desperation and relief.

as the peak of pleasure passed, a quiet stillness settled over the car’s interior. the air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat and desire, the pheromones creating a cocoon around you. the heat of the moment slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of satisfaction. the physical connection had been undeniable, but as reality began to seep back in, the emotional distance became painfully clear.

obito shifted slightly, his breathing still heavy. “that was... intense,” he said, his voice low and rough. he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

you nodded, but the weight of reality pressed down, cooling the lingering warmth of the encounter. “yeah,” you replied, your voice soft. “just... catching my breath.”

his hands, which had held you so intimately moments before, gradually released their grip, the warmth of his touch fading away. he withdrew slowly, his gaze softening as he shifted to a more detached posture.

“we should get dressed,” he said, a note of practicality as it broke the silence that had enveloped the car. the change in his demeanor was subtle but noticeable, like a curtain falling over the emotional intensity you had just shared.

you nodded quietly, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for your discarded clothes. each piece you put on felt like a shield, a way to cover up the rawness of the moment and regain a sense of normalcy. the act of dressing was both a physical and emotional shield, helping you to wrap yourself in a layer of composure.

as you finished buttoning up your shirt, you stole a glance at him. his expression had returned to its familiar, easygoing demeanor, though there was a softness in his eyes that suggested he wasn’t entirely unaffected by what had transpired. he was already adjusting his clothes with a ease, but there was apologetic quality in his movements.

“we should go,” he said, his voice now stripped of the earlier passion. the intensity that had defined the moments before seemed to have dissipated, leaving behind a more subdued tone.

before he could retreat to his car, you turned to him, your gaze steady only at him. the warmth that had enveloped you both moments ago was now replaced by uncertainty. “we should... clear some things up.”

obito looked back at you, his expression’s unreadable. his gaze was steady, lacking the intensity of the moments just passed. “go on,” he said, his voice measured, neither warm nor cold, but carrying an undercurrent of curiosity.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on you. “what are we doing?” you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety that bubbled beneath the surface. the question hung in the air, heavy with the need for clarity and understanding.

“we’re having fun, right? that’s all it ever was, wasn’t it?” his face remained impassive, offering no insight into the emotions that might be hidden behind his composed facade.

the coldness in his tone hit you like a sudden chill, slicing through the fragile bubble of intimacy you’d shared moments before. you felt a sting, an emotional jab that made it hard to swallow as you fought to keep your composure.

“was everything just casual?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to remain calm.

“that’s what we agreed upon,” he replied, his words were straightforward, a reminder of the boundaries you’d both set, and his detached demeanor only underscored the his answer.

you forced a sarcastic smile, though it felt like a hollow gesture, and looked at him with disbelief, “nice, i guess?” you said quietly, though your tone was laced with bitter irony. “we just pretend like nothing happened, like none of it meant anything.”

the pain in your chest was sharp, almost as if a part of you was being torn away. you held his gaze, your eyes silently pleading for some sign of warmth, for something that could break through his demeanor. but his expression remained unchanged.

“don’t you ever feel something?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, quivering with barely-contained emotion.

for a brief moment, obito’s eyes flickered with something—regret, perhaps, or vulnerability—before quickly hardening again. the emotion fades away, leaving behind only the impassive expression he wore so well.

“we knew what this was from the start,” he said firmly, his voice taking on a resolute edge, as if trying to anchor himself as much as convince you. “we agreed on keeping it simple. no attachments.”

yoou wanted to argue, to tell him that feelings are not so easily controlled, that the emotional boundaries were not as clear-cut as he seemed to believe. but you understood that such arguments would be futile. his stance was solid, and the rules of your arrangement were clear to him, with no room for the messy, unpredictable nature of true feelings.

“right,” you said, your voice flat and hollow. “no attachment.”

[eiloveir]

urgh — i’ll post this on ao3

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto imagines !

naruto men and their jealous streaks

genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff—very romantic

characters: uzumaki naruto, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, gaara

warnings: none, aside from the potential cringe and the relationship dynamics

author’s note: this idea sprang from a post i saw on pins (again)

uzumaki naruto

“is everything alright? you seem a bit off,” you asked him, concern evident in your voice. he had been his usual cheerful self, but when you both said your goodbyes to the people of sunagakure, his behavior had shifted dramatically. he hadn’t uttered a single word since then, and his silence was starting to worry you. You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to cause this sudden change in him. but he didn’t answer right away. instead, he folded his arms across his chest and slouched slightly, his shoulders sagging. he turned to look at you, his eyes holding is something else you couldn’t quite place. his mouth was set in a pout, lips pursed tightly, making it clear that he was upset about something. his expression was a far cry from his usual upbeat and energetic self.

“you don’t do that with me...” he mumbled under his breath, but his voice was just loud enough for you to hear. “the... what?” you asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. you could sense the tension emanating from him as he shifted uncomfortably beside you. his eyes flitted towards you, searching for some sign that you were pretending not to understand. when he realized that your confusion was genuine, he let out a sigh and averted his gaze. “why do you talk with him that way?” you blinked in surprise, taken aback by his sudden question. his behavior was so unlike his usual self, and you struggled to understand the root of his discomfort. “what do you mean?” you asked, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words. his sulky demeanor was puzzling, leaving you to wonder why he was so unsettled over what seemed like a minor issue. naruto fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with having to vocalize his romantic feelings. he toyed with the hem of his jacket, his gaze fixed on the ground. “when you talk to him,” he began hesitantly, “it’s different. you’re... softer, kinder, almost like you’re more patient with him. it feels like... like you don’t talk to me that way.” as his words sank in, you began to understand what made him act like that. seeing him like this, open and hurt, tugged at your heart. you reached out, gently placing a reassuring hand on his arm, “naruto,” you said softly, “you mean a lot to me. i had no idea i was speaking differently to him. maybe it’s just because i’m trying to be respectful. but that doesn’t mean you’re any less important to me. you have a special place in my heart, always." he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes reflecting a roller coaster of emotions—relief, doubt, and hope. a small, hesitant smile began to form on his lips, and he leaned in slightly, seeking the comfort and reassurance of your presence. “really?” “really,” you confirmed, giving his arm a squeeze. “you’re special to me in ways you can’t even imagine.” his expression softened further, and he let out a deep breath, as if releasing the jealousy he had been carrying. his earlier sulkiness melted away, replaced by a shy, contented smile that made your heart flutter. he leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he sought solace in your closeness.

uchiha sasuke

“i’m not upset,” he said, though his tone betrayed him completely. the words were delivered within a composed manner, but beneath the surface, there was an edge—a trace of irritation that he was trying, and failing, to mask with an air of indifference.

you watched him closely, your own expression of skepticism. raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms over your chest in a gesture that was both defensive and doubtful. his posture was a clear signal that you weren’t buying into his attempt at denial. “sure,” you replied, your voice thick with irony and disbelief. “you’re not upset.”

he exhaled a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh, slowly turning his head away from your gaze. “i’m fine,” he insisted again, though his voice lacked the strength and certainty it usually carried, betraying his true state. the rigid tension in his shoulders and the way his stance became unnaturally tense suggested he was preparing for a confrontation he was clearly not eager to face. an air of unease enveloped him, and it was impossible for you not to be drawn to the sight of this usually composed uchiha, now so visibly disturbed. the very essence of his discomfort piqued your curiosity, making you wonder what could have unsettled him.

you tilted your head, examining him with a more scrutinizing gaze. although his expression remained a carefully maintained mask of neutrality, his eyes—dark and turbulent—spilled secrets of struggle he could scarcely conceal. despite his repeated claims of being fine, it was evident that something was troubling him. with a decision to probe a bit more, you leaned in slightly, a mischief dancing at the corners of your mouth. “you know, for someone who insists they’re not upset, you’re coming across as unusually grumpy right now.”

sasuke’s response was immediate. his eyes momentarily flashed with irritation, and he shot you a look — powerful enough to make most people instinctively retreat. “i’m not grumpy," he snapped back, but the low, grumbling quality of his voice did little to support his assertion. the sharpness and defensiveness in his tone only served the truth of what you had already surmised—something had clearly gotten under his skin, and he was making a strenuous effort to conceal his discomfort.

you let out a soft chuckle, feeling a strange sort of affection for his defensiveness. it wasn’t every day that sasuke allowed himself to lower his guard enough to show his true feelings, and it was even rarer for him to be visibly unsettled by something that seemed so minor. this glimpse into a side of him that was usually hidden from view brought a sense of pleasure to the moment. “it’s actually kind of charming,” you teased, your eyes dancing with amusement as you took in his uncharacteristic display of emotion.

sasuke’s glare grew more intense, yet you couldn’t miss the subtle blush that began to rise on his cheeks in response to your words. he swiftly turned his head, clearly attempting to conceal his embarrassment. “shut up,” he muttered, though his voice was softer than usual, lacking its typical edge. the vulnerability in his tone tugged at your heart, even as you maintained your playful teasing.

you couldn’t help but grin, feeling an irresistible urge to push his buttons a bit more. there was something endearing about seeing sasuke, who usually projected an air of composed detachment and aloofness, becoming flustered over something so seemingly insignificant. it was clear to you now that his irritation wasn’t just a reaction to your teasing but stemmed from a more personal place. perhaps he was feeling a a pang of jealousy—an emotion he rarely displayed openly. seeing him struggle to maintain his usual facade while clearly bothered by the situation made the moment all the more entertaining. “aw, come on, sasuke. don’t be like that,” you said, your tone light and playful. “it’s okay to admit that you’re jealous, you know.”

at the mention of jealousy, sasuke’s head jerked back towards you, his eyes widening in surprise and a blush crept across his cheeks. “jealous?” he said, clearly flustered by embarrassment. “what do i have to be jealous about?”

you shrugged casually, maintaining your smile as you observed him with a keen eye. “you tell me,” you replied in a calm and tone, “it seems like there’s something bothering you, or should i say, someone bothering you?” you added with a teasing edge, your gaze fixed on him, searching for any subtle hints that might reveal the true cause of his agitation.

sasuke’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and he tried to mask his embarrassment with a scowl. “i’m not jealous,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest in a defiant gesture. yet, his reluctance to meet your gaze betrayed him, making him appear almost like a child caught in a lie, desperately clinging to his facade. you couldn’t help but smirk, clearly seeing through his tough exterior. “really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful glint in your eye. “then why do you get all grumpy whenever i talk to someone else?” you took a step closer, closing the gap between you. the warm, charged atmosphere between you made his struggle to maintain composure all the more evident. sasuke’s glare deepened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something that resembled uncertainty. “i don’t get grumpy,” he growled, his voice a low, petulant rumble. yet, as he spoke, you noticed the way his jaw tightened and the slight tremor in his hands as he clenched them into fists. you snickered, thoroughly entertained by his defensiveness. “oh, you do, actually,” you countered, taking another step closer. the warmth radiating from him and the thick tension in the air made the moment feel charged. “you get all moody and irritable when i talk to other people. it’s kind of adorable.” sasuke’s eyes widened at your comment, and for a brief moment, he seemed lost for words. “what do you mean ‘adorable’?” he snapped, his voice rising slightly in pitch. you moved even closer, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. “well, it’s cute seeing you all pouty and jealous,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him in an exaggerated manner. the playful teasing seemed to throw sasuke off balance, and he took a small step back. sasuke’s face flushed even more as you continued to tease him. he opened his mouth to retort, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. “i’m not pouting,” he protested weakly, though the pout in his voice was undeniable. the vulnerability in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. you chuckled, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. “oh, you definitely are,” you said, closing the final distance between you until you were standing right in front of him. reaching out, you gently tapped his nose with your finger, a gesture that made him flinch slightly. for a moment, sasuke looked like he was about to argue further, but then he seemed to deflate, his shoulders slumping in defeat. his cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, but he finally relented. “fine,” he muttered, looking down at the ground to avoid your gaze. “i am jealous. okay?” he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. when he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost hesitant. “it’s just... whenever you talk to someone else, i can’t help but feel annoyed. like they’re taking your attention away from me.” his admission was quiet and vulnerable, making your heart ache with a mixture of sympathy and affection. sasuke’s gaze finally lifted to meet yours, and you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “i don’t want to feel like this,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i can’t help it. it’s like... i want you all to myself.”

nara shikamaru

shikamaru’s gaze was sharp, a steely glint in his dark eyes that pierced through the quiet hum of the room. his brow furrowed, deepening the lines on his forehead, and his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. the weight of his scrutiny was noticable, and it felt as though the very air between you crackled with an unspoken accusation. he stood with an air of nonchalance that belied the tension simmering beneath his calm exterior, his arms crossed firmly over his chest in a stance that spoke of both confrontation and a subtle, guarded defensiveness. his fingers tapped impatiently against his biceps, a gesture that conveyed his agitation despite his otherwise relaxed posture. “the hell was that?” he demanded, the question hung in the air. the way he pronounced the words made it clear he was not merely curious but genuinely perturbed. it was as if he had caught you in the middle of deception and now sought an explanation that you were not entirely prepared to offer. his tone had a biting edge to it, the kind that suggested he was not in the mood for excuses or evasions. you stood there, attempting to maintain a façade of innocence, though you could feel the telltale signs of discomfort creeping into your demeanor. the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly, a smirk that you struggled to suppress. you knew exactly what he was referring to, the stunt you had pulled earlier—a move so calculated and audacious that it was almost as if you had choreographed it with the intention of provoking a reaction. the very thought of his jealousy bubbling beneath the surface was almost amusing, though you maintained your composure with practiced ease. “what?” you replied, feigning ignorance with a slowness, the memory of the earlier incident was so distant that you needed to retrieve it from the recesses of your mind. the subtle arch of your eyebrows and the slight widening of your eyes were all part of the act, a display of confusion that was more theatrical than genuine. his eyes narrowed further, and his expression hardened as he stared you down. the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his struggle to contain his irritation, and the silence that followed was thick with the tension of unspoken words. he seemed to be grappling with his emotions—jealousy and frustration—as he waited for your response. “the thing you did earlier,” his gaze remained fixed on you, a demand for an explanation that would either placate his concerns or further ignite his displeasure. the accusation was implicit, wrapped in the layers of his carefully controlled demeanor, and it was clear that he was waiting for you to explain mystery behind your earlier actions.

his words caught you off guard, making your heart skip a beat as if it had been yanked into a sudden stop. the intensity in his gaze revealed that he was acutely aware of the event that had taken place earlier. you knew, with a feeling, that he was referring to the kiss you had planted on choji’s cheek—a mischievous act that you and the others had planned with the intention of testing his reaction. it was a prank meant to stir up some emotions and see if shikamaru could be nudged out of his usually imperturbable demeanor. your own curiosity had driven you to participate, intrigued by the prospect of seeing the usually unflappable strategist display a hint of jealousy. tilting your head slightly to one side, you allowed a coy smile to surface, a playful glint in your eyes that you hoped would mask your true understanding of the situation. “what stunt? i just gave choji a friendly kiss on the cheek,” you said, the words slipping out with feigned innocence. even as you spoke, you could feel the tightrope of deception you were walking on, knowing full well the motive behind your action.

“yeah, sure,” he said, the sarcasm in his tone sharp and unmistakable. “because kissing someone on the cheek is a completely normal way to be friendly.” His voice dripped with disdain, the sarcasm was heavy, the sort that carried an implicit critique of your attempt to trivialize the situation. his eyes narrowed, a storm of emotions flickering within his gaze.

you could not help but chuckle, a sound that was part amusement, part nervousness. the realization that shikamaru was not fooled by your act was relief and further tension. his reaction was as potent as you had hoped, the jealousy you had intended to provoke now clearly visible in his demeanor. “okay, okay, you caught me,” you admitted with a playful sigh, raising your hands in a gesture of mock surrender. the smirk on your face widened as you leaned slightly forward, your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. “it was just a prank.”

his expression softened just slightly as he rolled his eyes with exasperation. his arms, still crossed tightly over his chest, seemed to loosen a bit, though the trace of annoyance remained etched on his face. “a prank, huh?” “yeah, a harmless one,” you replied with a playful smile dancing on your lips, trying to diffuse the tension. “sakura, ino, and i thought it’d be funny to see if we could make you jealous.”

a small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth—his gaze, however, remained locked onto you with a level of intensity that suggested he was not entirely dismissing the matter. “and was it funny?” he questioned, it was pointed, as though he was challenging you to justify the prank, to explain whether it had indeed succeeded in its aim of provoking a reaction. you couldn’t help but tease, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “well, it’s a bit entertaining seeing you get all worked up,” you admitted with a grin, “but i didn’t mean to make you feel anything other than jealousy, and i wouldn’t do anything to hurt you intentionally.” the reassurance came with a warm tone, you wanted to ensure that despite the prank’s impact, your intentions had never been to cause genuine harm or distress. “not like it meant anything?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly, “you’re my girlfriend. i don’t appreciate other guys getting close to you like that, even if they’re just friends.” the words came out more forcefully than he probably intended. you raised an eyebrow at his overt display of jealousy, a small, secretive thrill running through you. the fact that your plan had worked was evident in his reaction, and you couldn’t help but take a bit of pleasure in seeing him so visibly affected. “is someone getting a little possessive?” you teased, stepping closer to him with a confident stride. you traced a finger along the collar of his shirt.

his eyes narrowed further at your touch, though a subtle hint of a blush began to creep up his cheeks. he seemed to be fighting a smile, the struggle apparent in the tight line of his lips and the faint flush of color on his face. “i’m just saying, you don’t see me going off and kissing any girls on the cheek, do you?” he retorted, his voice lowering slightly as if he were trying to keep his irritation in check. you laughed, thoroughly enjoying the playful exchange. “well, maybe you should. it’s not like i would get jealous or anything,”

he rolled his eyes, clearly not buying into your facade. “oh, please. you’d be mad as hell if i went around kissing other girls.”

gaara

gaara had always considered himself immune to jealousy or the idea of love itself, believing that such emotions were beyond his reach. that was, until you entered his life, almost as if scripted by fate. your presence stirred feelings within him that he had long thought inaccessible. now, he found himself grappling with an unsettling jealousy when he witnessed you and his brother, kankuro, engaging in playful banter right before him. he made a conscious effort to disregard the lively interactions between you and kankuro, attempting to ignore the way you both teased each other so effortlessly. yet, despite his best efforts, he could not suppress the rising tide of jealousy and possessiveness coursing through him. the sight of you laughing and enjoying yourself in kankuro’s company felt like a painful irritant, no matter how hard he tried to remain indifferent. his fists tightened into clenched knots as he observed you from the periphery of his vision. as kankuro’s teasing continued, gaara's frustration only intensified. he attempted to dismiss his growing irritation, but the heat in his cheeks and the tension in his jaw betrayed his internal struggle. eventually, gaara could no longer tolerate the scene unfolding beside him. the casual, affectionate banter between you and kankuro became unbearable, prompting him to rise from his seat, unable to mask his growing annoyance any longer.

“kankuro, knock it off,” he snapped, his voice taut with irritation. the lively, carefree banter between you and kankuro came to an abrupt halt, and the room fell into a heavy silence. the air was thick with the sudden tension that gaara’s commanding tone had injected. kankuro’s smirk faltered for a split second as he turned his attention to his brother, his expression shifting to one of feigned innocence. “oh, come on, bro. we’re just having a little fun,” kankuro said, his voice oozing with casual nonchalance. you looked up at gaara, your heart thudding in your chest. his reaction was intense, a side of him you hadn’t seen before. his irritation was noticable, and it was evident that he was struggling to mask the emotions simmering beneath the surface. gaara’s jaw tightened, his features hardening as he fixed a steely gaze on kankuro. “cut it out, kankuro. you’re being annoying,” he said, voice devoid of warmth and edged with frustration. the sharpness in his tone cut through the room, making it clear that he was no longer in the mood for light-hearted banter. kankuro raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face as he leaned back in his seat with exaggerated nonchalance. “oh, am i annoying you, lil bro? it seems like someone’s feeling a bit jealous…” gaara’s irritation flared, his fists clenching into tight, white-knuckled balls. he turned to face kankuro fully, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. “i’m not jealous,” he asserted, though the strained quality of his voice betrayed the falsehood in his declaration. kankuro’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on his brother. “oh really? then why are you so worked up? you’re practically vibrating with anger.” his face flushed with ffrustration and embarrassment. he knew kankuro’s words were striking close to the truth, but admitting it felt like a defeat he wasn’t willing to accept. “that’s beside the point!” he snapped, his voice rising in volume. “just stop being such an idiot and leave us alone.” kankuro leaned back even further, crossing his arms and adopting an exaggeratedly thoughtful pose. “‘us? so it’s ‘us’ now?” he noticed the shift in your expression, the slight frown on your lips, and his grin grew wider, clearly reveling in the situation. sensing that the situation was escalating further, kankuro decided to heed gaara’s command. “alright, alright, i get it,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “my bro’s here is getting a bit too worked up for my taste. i know when i’m not wanted.” with a cheeky grin and a playful wink aimed directly at you, he made his exit, the door closing behind him with a soft click that seemed to echo in the now quiet room. with kankuro gone, the atmosphere in the room felt almost eerily still. the laughter and playful energy that had filled the space were replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable silence. gaara’s gaze remained fixed on the empty space where kankuro had been, his jaw still clenched tightly. after a tense moment of silence, gaara finally turned to face you. “sorry about that,” he muttered, his voice softer than before. he seemed unsure of how to handle the sudden shift in the dynamic between you two. you took a step closer, your eyes filled with concern. you reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm, your touch tender and soothing. “it’s okay, gaara,” you said softly, your voice carrying a warmth meant to reassure him. “i didn’t realize it would bother you so much.” gaara shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his eyes darting back to you. “i didn’t mean to overreact,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a quieter, more vulnerable tone. “it’s just… i don’t like seeing you so close to someone else. it makes me feel… unsettled.” a small, understanding smile touched your lips as you moved even closer, your hand gently cupping his cheek. “gaara, you don’t have to be jealous. you know i care about you deeply,”

his eyes softened at your reassurance, the tension in his posture easing slightly. “i know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “it’s just hard for me sometimes. i haven’t felt like this before, and it’s… new.” you nodded, the vulnerability in his confession resonating deeply with you. “it’s new for me too,” you admitted, your thumb gently brushing against his cheek. “but i want you to know that you’re the one i choose. you’re important to me, and that won’t change.”

[eiloveir]

is it casual now?

✰ pairing. — uchiha obito x f!reader

✰ genre. — romance, angst

✰ warnings. — alcohol consumption, emotional detachment, toxic relationship dynamics, sexual content

✰ author’s note: please be advised that this piece includes explicit content and themes that may not be suitable for all readers. if you’re uncomfy with or sensitive to such material, or if you believe it might trigger negative reactions, it’s best to skip this reading.

you walked back and forth in your apartment, your footsteps creating a steady pattern that barely disturbed the heavy silent around you. the walls, decorated with paintings and photographs, seemed to close in on you as the minutes passed slowly. each tick of the wall clock felt like a reminder of how time was slipping away—time you were spending waiting for a message that never came. the clock’s face was lit up by the faint glow of the lamp on the side table, that moved on the walls, reflecting the unrest inside you. beneath the surface, your frustration was growing, and you tried to ignore the ache in your chest, which kept you stuck in this endless waiting.

it was almost eleven in the evening and you had been waiting since you woke up. the irony was not lost on you. the more you tried to ignore his presence, the more you found yourself drawn back into his charm and the complications it brought. you were trapped in confusion, and fully aware that your feelings were tangled in a mess of “no strings attached” arrangements. the thought that you were just a temporary distraction for him, while you faced the risk of falling deeper into his yearning, made you feel like the dumbest person to ever exist.

but you like it — you liked the way he made you feel; his touch and the moments of sweetness were addictive. those moments, though temporary and insubstantial, were what you craved, despite knowing they were just pleasures to him. you had been trying to distance yourself from this truth, but it kept sneaking back into your thoughts, like an unwanted guest you couldn’t quite get rid of. his voice, the way he made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t before—these were the things that kept you connected to him, even when you knew the relationship was complicated.

you were about to give up on hoping to hear from him when your phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the heavy silence of your apartment. you jumped at the sound, your heart racing as you fumbled to grab the phone. the name on the screen—uchiha obito—made your heart skip a beat. his voice came through, heavy with the slur of alcohol. “love,” he said slowly. the term of endearment, spoken with the deliberate pace of someone who’s drunk. was it a sincere slip of the tongue or just a side effect of his drunkenness? the question echoed in your mind as you tried to steady yourself and keep your voice calm.

“where are you? you sound... drunk.” the words came out slowly. you strained to catch any hint of his location through the slurred speech and tone, and your mind racing with the thought of his state.

you were all too familiar with the pattern—his calls always came when he was in need, reaching out to you for temporary distraction. it was a routine you knew well, one that consistently left you yearning for something more while only receiving the empty gestures of his attention. every time he called, you held on to the hope of something deeper, but each time, that hope was met with the same cycle of attachment.

he chuckled softly on the other end, his laughter carrying the wobble of alcohol. “i’m not drunk,” he insisted, though his voice betrayed his condition. “just a little tipsy.” the term tipsy felt like an understatement, given the clear evidence of his intoxication in the way he spoke.

“whatever you say.”

his laugh echoed once more, carrying an amused tone that seemed to drift through the phone line. “come on,” he said, his voice now languid and relaxed. “i just wanted to hear your voice.”

you let the sound linger in the quiet of your apartment before responding. “of course you do, you only ever call when you’re drunk or bored.” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“don’t be like that,” obito’s voice came through, the shift in his tone was noticable, as if he was trying to soften the impact of his previous behavior with affection. and there was a pause — the only sound was the soft hum of the phone line connecting you the both of you. then, his laughter returned. you could almost picture the smirk on his face, the one that accompanied his playful, if not somewhat insincere, gestures. “can’t a guy just want to talk to his favorite girl?” he asked, words framed by almost pleading tone.

you were momentarily caught off guard by the endearment and the softness in his voice. the term “favorite girl” stirred something — it felt oddly intimate, you took a deep breath, striving to keep your tone detached and composed. “favorite girl, huh?” you said, the words coming out with an edge of irony. “i’m the only girl you talk to when you’re like this.”

“you know it,” obito said, his words slurred with smugness. there was a clear arrogance in his voice, as if he was sure you’d always be around no matter how messy things got between you two. “nobody else quite compares.”

“you only say that because i’m easy and always available when you need a distraction.”

“oh, don’t sell yourself short,” his laughter rang through the phone, light and teasing. “you’re way more than just a distraction, love.” even in that state, there was a boldness in his tone that revealed his awareness of the power he held over you.

“and yet, that’s all I am to you when morning comes,” as the words left your lips, realization washed over you. well, it was a truth you had come to accept, but the bitter taste of reality still stung. “just a plaything you discard until you’re bored or lonely again.”

he was quiet for a moment, his silence was filled with self-interest. after a while, he let out a deep sigh, and his voice sounded heavy. “you know the rules,” he said, as though his words were meant to be a complete explanation. “it’s just fun. no strings attached.”

it was the same tired excuse. his explanation felt as empty as it was repetitive — the pattern you were always caught in. you pressed your back against the wall, its coolness giving you a momentary break from what he said.

“of course, i know the rules. no strings attached, just fun.” the phrase hung in the air, resonating with your own disillusionment. each word seemed to emphasize the nature of your arrangement and the emotional longing you felt. the familiar repetition of his excuse and how trapped you were in a cycle that left you feeling more alone yet you found it very addictive.

his slurred voice carried satisfaction. “that’s right,” he said, taking a pause before adding with another smugness, “and you always play along so nicely.”

frustration and excitement tangled within you as you resigned yourself to the familiar pattern. “yeah, i always play along, what do you want this time?”

his response came with of course, his usual charm. “oh, not much, just a bit of company. you know i always appreciate your... company.” the way he spoke had a suggestive undertone, making it clear that he was hinting at more than just a friendly conversation.

“company, huh?” you replied, letting out a sigh. “and what kind of company are you looking for?” you knew exactly what he meant, but you still wanted him to be explicit about it. the question was more about making him articulate his intentions directly, even though you were already well aware of the implication.

“you know what kind of company i need,” he said, letting his tone drop to a low, suggestive murmur. “the kind that only you can provide.” the way he spoke was almost deliberate, drawing out each word with a languid, almost seductive quality — at least, for you.

“the same kind of company as always,” you said, working to keep your voice steady and composed.

you could almost feel the tension on the other end of the line as silence stretched between you. in that moment, you wondered if he was hesitating, perhaps reconsidering the terms he had laid out so many times before. but then, his playfulness returned and his voice is laced with a very mischievous tone. “that’s right, love. just casual fun.” his stance hadn’t changed. the words were coated with the same indifference he always used.

you fought against the wave of disappointment, pushing it aside as you resigned yourself to the agreement you were about to uphold. “of course, just casual, just the way we like it.” the words came out almost automatically, reflecting the weariness of accepting the same cycle once more.

“so,” his voice came through, “you coming or not?”

you hesitated, caught between the logical part of your mind that recognized this as a bad idea and the powerful surge of desire and excitement that swept through you. despite the nagging voice of reason warning you of the potential for more hurt, the pull of his presence was too strong to ignore.

“yeah,” you said, striving to keep your tone natural despite the fluttering sensation in your chest. “i’ll be there soon.”

a few minutes later, you were driving through the city streets, the night lights blurring past in a swirl of colors. every block you passed seemed to heighten your anticipation. finally, you spotted his car parked in a dimly lit back alley, its dark silhouette standing out against the shadows. the street was unusually quiet, broken only by the distant hum of traffic, making the stillness amplify your nervous excitement.

as you neared, obito stepped out of his car, leaning against the hood with a knowing smile that seemed to shine in the moonlight. you got out of your car, feeling the cool night air brush against your skin. the moonlight bathed him in a soft, silvery glow, making his presence even more striking. for a fleeting moment, the space between you seemed to shrink.

his intense gaze seemed to pierce right through you, making you feel like prey under his watchful eye. your heartbeat quickened, responding to the way he deliberately closed the distance between you. as you backed up against the cold surface of his car, his calculated steps brought him closer, intensifying the tension in the air.

the atmosphere was thick with his presence, his alcohol-tinged scent wrapping around you like a heavy cloak. the heat and desire he radiated made the night air feel unnaturally warm, almost oppressive. you could hear his breath, each exhale a searing whisper against your skin that sent a shiver down your spine. the excitement of what was about to unfold stretched out endlessly, making the moment unbearable.

obito’s hand moved to your face with gentleness that was disarming. the warmth of his touch, familiar and electrifying. his thumb traced softly along your cheek, while his eyes remained locked onto yours with an intensity. “you look good,” he murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that wrapped around you like a warm embrace and flushed heat across your cheeks.

you fought to maintain your composure, though a tremor in your voice betrayed the effect he had on you. “you’re just drunk,” you managed to say, trying to keep your tone detached.

his chuckle was a low sound that resonated with amusement, “not really,” he conceded, the word stretching out as he drew nearer. “i’m not drunk enough to tell lies.” his lips brushed lightly against your ear, sending a tingles down your neck.

the air between you crackled with intoxication. moonlight cast shifting shadows that seemed to dance around you, turning the narrow alley into a place of intimacy where only the two of you existed. the car behind you creaked slightly, its cold metal pressing against your back. his hands were warm and firm as they cupped your face, his fingers moved with care, tracing down your jawline and eliciting a series of shivers that radiated through you.

“i’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, his voice gravelly. “and now that you’re here,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper, “i can’t think about anything else.”

the contrast between the car and the warmth of his touch created a sensation. with a swift motion, he unlocked the rear door of his car and gestured for you to step inside. the interior of the it was dimly lit, with only the occasional street lamp casting beams of light through the windows. you climbed inside, the tight confines offering little room to move. he followed, shutting the door behind him with a firm click that echoed in the confined space. the small, cramped seat made every movement feel amplified, and as he settled in beside you, his body pressed against yours.

obito’s hands moved with practiced ease, cupping your face and tilting it upward with a tender touch. “i’ve missed this,” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. “missed you.”

the softness in his voice took you by surprise, momentarily disorienting you. “we’ve done this just three days ago,” you replied, trying to keep your composure despite the quickening beat of your heart.

even in the dim light, his smirk was unmistakable. “and i’ve been thinking about you every minute since then,” he said, his lips brushing against your neck with warm, lingering kisses. “thinking about how good you feel, how you taste, and all the things i’ve been wanting to do to you since we last saw each other.”

his hands roamed over your body with a purposeful intensity, the touch of his fingers igniting a desire within you. his grip tightened around your hips, pulling you closer with urgency. “you drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough and charged with emotion. his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath the fabric, pleasure washed over you. the sensation of his touch against your bare skin made you shiver with excitement. “obito,” you whispered, your voice trembling as anticipation built.

“hmmm?” he murmured, his lips still brushing against your neck, sending tingles through your body. “what is it?” he asked, his hands continuing their exploration with enticing touch. “tell me what you want.”

you hesitated for a moment, caught in the tug-of-war between your desire and the fear of exposing your vulnerability. “i want you,” you whispered, your voice soft yet resolute. “i want you... like this.”

his grin widened, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk against your skin. “that’s all i needed to hear,” he said, his hands swiftly moving to the buttons of your shirt and unfastened them with a hurried touch, his impatience evident in every quick, decisive movement.

“damn, you always look so good,” obito muttered, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin with an appreciative hunger. his hands glided to your back, deftly unclasping your bra with skillful fingers. he paused for a moment to relish the sight before him, his gaze lingering on every inch of your body with admiration.

obito’s touch was unrelenting desire. the tight confines of the car, only dimly lit by the sporadic flicker of street lamps outside, intensified every sensation, turning each caress and kiss into an intoxicating experience that felt almost surreal. his breath, warm and uneven, brushed against your inner thighs.

his lips traced paths along your most sensitive areas, his tongue darting out with teasing, purposeful movements. “you’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through his chest. “every inch of you reacts to me in the most perfect way.”

you gasped, your body instinctively arching toward him as his tongue traced a path of heated pleasure. the blend of his warmth and the cool leather of the seat heightened your sensation — it makes your skin feel extraordinarily sensitive. “obito,” you breathed, your voice quivering with a mix of need and frustration. “please…”

his response was a deep, throaty chuckle that reverberated through his chest as he pressed closer. “i love hearing you beg,” he said, his tone laced with dark amusement and a possessive affection.

the urgency in your voice was clear as you fought to keep your composure. “i want you inside me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i need you… now.”

his eyes darkened with desire, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “you always know how to get me going,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “and you know i’m more than ready to deliver.”

his tongue continued its teasing, moving over your most sensitive areas with skill. every flick and swirl sent waves of pleasure through your body, causing your breath to come in shallow, desperate gasps. “tell me how good it feels,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a deep, seductive rumble that made your heart race. “i want to hear it.”

the sensation of his tongue working its magic was overwhelming, a hot, wet bliss that left you breathless and moaning. “it feels incredible,” you moaned, your voice a blend of urgency and ecstasy. “please don’t stop.”

his hands traveled up to your chest, his touch is full of eagerness. he cupped your breasts gently, his thumbs grazing your hardened nipples with a feather-light touch that made you shiver uncontrollably. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a blend of admiration and unrestrained desire. “every inch of you drives me wild.”

he pulled you closer, positioning himself with the need that matched the growing heat between you — and he slowly entered you, the car seemed to amplify every movement, making each thrust more intense and intimate.

obito’s rhythm was steady, his body pressing against yours, almost desperate. every movement was deep and controlled, it heightens the pleasure for both of you.

“damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice full of lust and amazement.

the pleasure was building rapidly, every movement pushing you closer to the brink. everything felt more intense, more immediate, as if the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of you in this moment. “you drive me wild,” he murmured, his voice husky with need and satisfaction. “every single inch of you...”

you couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure coursing through you, but amidst the physical sensation, your mind began to wander. as he moved against you, the intensity of his presence made you overthink the nature of your relationship. the way he touched you, the passion in his actions—it felt like more than just a casual encounter. but you reminded yourself that this was all it was supposed to be: no strings, no expectations, just physical connection.

the way his hands gripped your hips, his voice rough with need, and the way he looked at you with those dark, intense eyes—each detail made you question if there could be more between you. yet, you knew you couldn’t allow yourself to hope for something deeper. the reality of your arrangement was clear, even if, in moments like these, it felt like something more. the intensity of the moment, the closeness of your bodies, and the rhythm of his movements—all of it was almost overwhelming, making it hard to keep your emotions in check.

you focused on the sensations, the way his skin felt against yours, the heat of his breath on your neck, the pleasure building inside you. it was a way to ground yourself, to stay present in the moment, and not let your mind wander to what-ifs and possibilities that weren’t there. as much as you wanted to believe there was something more, you knew you had to protect your heart, to remind yourself of the boundaries you’d set. but right now, in this moment, it was hard to care about any of that. all that mattered was the way he made you feel, and you surrendered to it, even as a small voice in the back of your mind warned you not to get too attached.

as his movements grew more urgent, you could see the intensity in his eyes. every thrust became more desirable, hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with a firm yet tender touch, as if anchoring himself in the moment. “god, you feel amazing,” he muttered, his voice rough and breathless. you could feel the tension building within him, his muscles tensing with every movement. the friction between your bodies, the confined space, and the overwhelming heat all combined to amplify the sensation, making every touch feel electric. you could sense his restraint slipping, his control unraveling as he neared his peak.

with a low, guttural groan, obito thrust deeply one final time. “i’m coming,” he growled, his voice filled pleasure and relief. the words were almost a declaration, a culmination of the buildup that had led to this moment. you could feel the power of his climax, his body trembling with the force of it. “fuck,” he gasped, his grip tightening, trying to hold onto the last vestiges of control.

the sensation of his release sent ripples of pleasure through you, the heat of his breath against your neck, the feel of his skin against yours, and the deep, primal sound of his groan all merging into a sensory overload that pushed you to the edge. “obito,” you breathed, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.

a breathless moan escaped your lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, each pulse of pleasure more powerful than the last. your body arched into his, seeking more of the connection that had brought you to this peak. “oh god, obito,” you gasped, the words a mix of desperation and relief.

as the peak of pleasure passed, a quiet stillness settled over the car’s interior. the air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat and desire, the pheromones creating a cocoon around you. the heat of the moment slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of satisfaction. the physical connection had been undeniable, but as reality began to seep back in, the emotional distance became painfully clear.

obito shifted slightly, his breathing still heavy. “that was... intense,” he said, his voice low and rough. he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

you nodded, but the weight of reality pressed down, cooling the lingering warmth of the encounter. “yeah,” you replied, your voice soft. “just... catching my breath.”

his hands, which had held you so intimately moments before, gradually released their grip, the warmth of his touch fading away. he withdrew slowly, his gaze softening as he shifted to a more detached posture.

“we should get dressed,” he said, a note of practicality as it broke the silence that had enveloped the car. the change in his demeanor was subtle but noticeable, like a curtain falling over the emotional intensity you had just shared.

you nodded quietly, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for your discarded clothes. each piece you put on felt like a shield, a way to cover up the rawness of the moment and regain a sense of normalcy. the act of dressing was both a physical and emotional shield, helping you to wrap yourself in a layer of composure.

as you finished buttoning up your shirt, you stole a glance at him. his expression had returned to its familiar, easygoing demeanor, though there was a softness in his eyes that suggested he wasn’t entirely unaffected by what had transpired. he was already adjusting his clothes with a ease, but there was apologetic quality in his movements.

“we should go,” he said, his voice now stripped of the earlier passion. the intensity that had defined the moments before seemed to have dissipated, leaving behind a more subdued tone.

before he could retreat to his car, you turned to him, your gaze steady only at him. the warmth that had enveloped you both moments ago was now replaced by uncertainty. “we should... clear some things up.”

obito looked back at you, his expression’s unreadable. his gaze was steady, lacking the intensity of the moments just passed. “go on,” he said, his voice measured, neither warm nor cold, but carrying an undercurrent of curiosity.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on you. “what are we doing?” you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety that bubbled beneath the surface. the question hung in the air, heavy with the need for clarity and understanding.

“we’re having fun, right? that’s all it ever was, wasn’t it?” his face remained impassive, offering no insight into the emotions that might be hidden behind his composed facade.

the coldness in his tone hit you like a sudden chill, slicing through the fragile bubble of intimacy you’d shared moments before. you felt a sting, an emotional jab that made it hard to swallow as you fought to keep your composure.

“was everything just casual?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to remain calm.

“that’s what we agreed upon,” he replied, his words were straightforward, a reminder of the boundaries you’d both set, and his detached demeanor only underscored the his answer.

you forced a sarcastic smile, though it felt like a hollow gesture, and looked at him with disbelief, “nice, i guess?” you said quietly, though your tone was laced with bitter irony. “we just pretend like nothing happened, like none of it meant anything.”

the pain in your chest was sharp, almost as if a part of you was being torn away. you held his gaze, your eyes silently pleading for some sign of warmth, for something that could break through his demeanor. but his expression remained unchanged.

“don’t you ever feel something?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, quivering with barely-contained emotion.

for a brief moment, obito’s eyes flickered with something—regret, perhaps, or vulnerability—before quickly hardening again. the emotion fades away, leaving behind only the impassive expression he wore so well.

“we knew what this was from the start,” he said firmly, his voice taking on a resolute edge, as if trying to anchor himself as much as convince you. “we agreed on keeping it simple. no attachments.”

yoou wanted to argue, to tell him that feelings are not so easily controlled, that the emotional boundaries were not as clear-cut as he seemed to believe. but you understood that such arguments would be futile. his stance was solid, and the rules of your arrangement were clear to him, with no room for the messy, unpredictable nature of true feelings.

“right,” you said, your voice flat and hollow. “no attachment.”

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto imagines !

naruto men’s responses to “what are we?” ── 𝑖.

genre: fluff, angst, romance

characters: hatake kakashi, uchiha obito, uchiha itachi

warnings: relationship dynamics, angst, toxicity, emotional neglect

author’s note: inspired by a pinterest post i came across.

hatake kakashi

you guys were friends, but he treated you so much more special than the others. his gestures and attention made you feel something, and you loved imagining what it could mean. that’s why you found the courage to ask.

“what are we?” you locked eyes with him, gathering every last bit of courage you could find within yourself. there were so many reasons you’d held back, paralyzed by fear — fear of the unknown, fear of what might go wrong, and perhaps most significantly, fear of rejection. yet every gesture he made, every word he said, seemed to carry a message meant solely for you. each action he took filled you with hope, as if he was yearning for you to ask the question you’d been waiting to ask for so long.

as courage welled up within you, you knew that this was your moment — now or never. now, with your courage gathered and your heart thrumming in your chest, you could feel the weight of years of unspoken words pressing down on you. this was it — the moment you’d been waiting for, the opportunity to finally voice the question you’d kept within.

kakashi’s gaze fixed on you, with an expression that betrayed no emotion. his eyes held no sign of what lay behind them, making your heart thrum with anticipation. you were unable to predict his response, or even what answer you longed to hear. moments of silence passed, stretching into what seemed like an eternity. finally, his eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his voice a soft whisper as he asked, “are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

he moved closer, closing the distance between you completely until he stood directly in front of you. leaning in even closer, his face now just inches from yours, he gently met your eyes, his gaze searching deeply as if trying to read your very soul. with a smile on his lips, he repeated, “you’re asking me, what are we?”

his hand moved gently, tenderly brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face. his touch lingered on your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin before he withdrew his hand. in a whisper even softer than before, he questioned, “you really don’t know?” he took another step closer, closing the gap between you until you could feel the heat of his body and the intoxicating scent that surrounded him. his touch was tender once again as he tucked the same strand of hair behind your ear, “after all this time?”

a shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you looked away, feeling a rush of emotion. “i…” you began, but the words caught in your throat, your heart pounding with a excitement and anxiety.

he moved even closer, closing the last bit of distance between you, and gently pressed his body against yours. his breath caressed your skin as he leaned in, lifting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. his voice was low and intimate as he repeated his question once again, “you want to know what we are?” he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before continuing, “we’re more than just friends — much more. deep down, you know it, don’t you? what’s happening between us goes far beyond mere friendship.”

uchiha obito

you two were just a “one call away” from each other, reaching out only when the heat of the moment struck. you weren’t friends, nor were you lovers, so what exactly did you have?

you were quiet, lost in your thoughts, as you watched obito light a cigarette immediately after your intense moment. he inhaled deeply, the cigarette’s tip glowing softly in the dim light, and then exhaled, sending a plume of smoke into the air. your eyes wandered over his naked body, partially covered by a blanket, and your mind swirled with questions. why did the two of you always end up in situations like this? for the past year, you had been indulging in these intimate pleasure, calling each other whenever the need arose, seeking peace in each other’s touch. yet, despite the time and intimacy shared, you were still uncertain about the nature of your relationship.

obito leaned back against the headboard, taking a long drag on his cigarette. his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheet beside him. he glanced at you, his eyes taking in the details of your exposed skin in the silence that enveloped the room. the only sounds were the faint rustling of the sheets and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

he exhaled another cloud of smoke, breaking the silence that enveloped the room. his gaze shifted to you, studying your pensive expression with curiosity. he, then, took another slow drag on his cigarette before speaking again, his voice a low rumble in the still air. “you’ve been unusually quiet since we... well, you know.” he paused, watching as your thoughts continued to unravel in your head, and then continued, “care to share what’s going through that mind of yours?”

without warning, he shifted on the bed, leaning closer to you. his eyes locked onto yours, it was filled with curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. the silence between you stretched on, punctuated only by the rise and fall of his chest.

obito took another pull from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly as he did so. his fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket, tracing feather-light patterns over your bare skin. he exhaled a long stream of smoke before speaking, a frustration creeping into his tone, but his voice still maintaining his calm. “c’mon, say something, did i do something wrong?” he muttered, and there was an unexpected vulnerability in his voice. his eyes never once leaving your face as he waited patiently for your response.

his touch continued to rove sensually over your body, evoking feelings of desire. you inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words to express yourself. in that moment of hesitation, pleasure threatened to sweep you away, but the need to respond to him overpowered all else.

as the torrent of words tumbled out of your mouth, spilled forth unfiltered and raw. you stumbled over your thoughts, struggling to articulate what you really wanted to say. “you—what do you think—like—what are we?” you managed to sputter, the words escaping your lips before you could properly collect your thoughts. the question hung in the air, fragile and uncertain, as you anxiously awaited his response, unsure of what he would say next.

the question lingered in the air like a ghostly presence, its silent echo filling the room with anticipation. you watched intently as his expression morphed from a blank slate to one of calculation, his eyes narrowing as he carefully considered his response. time seemed to slow as he methodically weighed his words, casting furtive glances back and forth between your gaze. just when it seemed like seconds had passed, he broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness with precision. “you tell me, what do you think we are?”

he moved closer, body pressing intimately against yours, the heat and hardness of his muscles against your soft curves. his warm breath caressed your skin, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers of desire coursing through your body. “describe us, to me. tell me what you think we are.”

uchiha itachi

you felt something real—something was definitely there between you two... at least, that’s what you had expected.

“you’re back...” you managed to say through your trembling voice after several moments of silence. each word came out hoarse and heavy — it struggles to escape the tightness of your throat. your heart ached at the sight of him, and a bitter lump formed in your throat. his face remained emotionless as he took a step forward, his eyes scanning over you for any sign of change. “why did you come back?” you asked, your hands clenching tighter into fists as you fought back the tears threatening to spill.

his response was silence, a deafening quiet that filled the air between you.

as the silence between you extended, the pain in your heart tightened like an iron vice, clawing at your soul like a ravenous beast. no matter how hard you tried, the words caught in your throat, refusing to surface. He stood there stone-still, his face an emotionless mask, and in that moment, he could have been carved from granite for all you knew. and you cannot stay still and the dam broke, as the words you were trying to hold back spilled out in a whisper. “you never stay,” you managed to force out.

“say something. don’t just sit there and stare at me.” your voice quivered, the desperation bleeding through as you longed for a response. though you couldn’t tell what you wanted more: an answer or for him to remain as stoic as he was so you could hate him forever.

his icy eyes bore into yours, his gaze as intense and unyielding as winter’s relentless chill. with a casual detachment that belied his demeanor, the stillness that surrounded you both intensified the silence, broken only by his almost emotionless question. “what is it you expect me to say?”

you felt a shiver crawl down your spine at the sound of his voice, its chill as deep and impenetrable as the arctic. even after all these years, his detached tone hadn’t thawed even a fraction, remaining as frost-bitten as ever. he never let his guard down, never allowed even a glimpse beneath the stony facade. this coldness of him was what hurt the most—the knowledge that you couldn’t breach it, couldn’t reach the vulnerable part of him hidden behind the barrier.

your eyes, tear-filled and weary, met his gaze, the pain in your heart growing with every moment as you struggled to understand his actions. “itachi,” you said, your voice trembling, the weight of your emotions like a physical presence, “you appear out of nowhere, spend nights beside me, only to vanish before i wake up. you sit there for hours, watching me in silence, never revealing your thoughts or feelings. now tell me, what the hell are we?”

“i don’t think we are anything,” itachi’s words echoed cruelly in the otherwise silent room, the weight of his response hanging heavily between the both of you. the chill tone in his voice was enough to freeze any warmth in your heart. you could hardly believe what you were hearing, yet there was no mistaking the cold truth of them. you stood there, feeling as if he had just stabbed you in the chest with a dagger of ice. “we’re not together, we’re not a couple. we don’t have anything. you know that.”

your voice quivered with pain as you confronted him, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “why do you keep doing this to me?” you choked, voice breaking from the outburst. “why do you keep coming back if all you’re going to do is remind me time and again that we're nothing?” you couldn’t understand his behavior, why he would come back to you only to keep insisting that there was nothing between you. it was like a game, a cycle of disappointment that left your heart battered and bruised.

itachi’s gaze remained steady, his expression still unreadable. he paused for a moment as his words hung in the air — and you saw an expression of him, far from the usual demeanor he has — hesitation, and it was enough to give you a glimpse of something more beneath the surface. it was as if for a moment, the mask he always wore had slipped, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by the chilly indifference. “i don't know why I keep coming back here,” he admitted, his gaze still fixed on you. “i just—”

“you just?” you waited anxiously for his response, hoping he would say something in regards to this matter — that he would give you some understanding of what was going on in his mind.

itachi remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, his voice retaining its emotionless tone. “i just can’t seem to stay away.”

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto hc! <3

‹𝟹 :: ⭑⭒  🗨 !!  naruto characters and their social media habits

warnings: rushed and out-of-character

note: this is just something I decided to create on a whim, though I was inspired by a post on a clock app. i imagined how these characters might use social media, so here it is.

characters: konoha 12

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uzumaki naruto

this guy’s the reigning king of shitposting. he’s got a knack for calling out anything he deems “overrated,” and he doesn’t hold back. his feed is a never-ending stream of complaints about everything from minor inconveniences to full-blown disasters. you might see posts about how his ramen was too hot or things like pineapple on pizza. he’s the kind of troll who wouldn’t hesitate to pick a fight with kids on roblox, turning every argument into a battle that leaves them in tears and scrambling to save face (konohamaru). he would also be the type to start internet beefs over the most mundane things. if you’re ever scrolling through your feed and see a heated argument about why a certain trend is lame, chances are he is behind it.

haruno sakura

the feminist and activist extraordinaire! she’s the type of woman who not only supports human rights in every way possible but also cheers on the LGBTQ+ community with gusto—because, spoiler alert, she’s part of it. she’s someone who’s fully aware of the impact social media can have and is determined to use it to amplify her voice and make a real difference. i also think she has multiple social media accounts like a pro—there’s her private twitter account where she rants about how messed up the government is, her ao3 account where she writes fan fiction with a side of social commentary, and of course, her tumblr where she’s a curator of memes, political discourse, and everything in between. (me)

uchiha sasuke

god, bruh. this dude is basically a social media ghost—he hardly ever posts anything, but when he does, it’s like the internet has just won the lottery. he’s that guy who seems to do absolutely nothing yet somehow manages to grab everyone’s attention. he’s not really into posting on social media, but when he does, it’s always so aesthetically pleasing that you’d think he has a personal stylist and a professional photographer on speed dial. he doesn’t even try to make his posts look good; he just rolls out of bed and somehow manages to be effortlessly cool. man could post a picture of his breakfast and it would still get more likes than your entire feed.

nara shikamaru

this lazy ass (me) would probably end up being a streamer, posting about his win streaks and achievements in every game he plays. despite barely lifting a finger to do anything else, he’d be all over social media, bragging about every victory and high score. he’s the kind of guy who’d stream his gaming marathons from the comfort of his bed, racking up followers while casually lounging around in sweatpants. If there’s a leaderboard, you can bet he’s at the top, and he’s not shy about letting everyone know it.

yamanaka ino

girlie is the famous influencer! she’s always buzzing with posts about the latest fashion trends, beauty tips, and social events. like, you know, the kind of Instagram girlie who’s always flaunting her ootd and setting style standards. she’s practically a fashion icon with every outfit she wears. she’s also the type to post inspirational messages like “wear whatever makes you feel good” or “your body, your choice.” she’s incredibly popular across all her social media platforms and has a tiktok account—she’s all about those thirst traps and dance covers.

akimichi choji

my boi would definitely be the type to either watch mukbangs obsessively or become a mukbanger himself. he’d spend hours trying to replicate recipes he’s seen online, turning his kitchen into a culinary experiment zone. and you can bet he’d be posting all about it—sharing his attempts, successes, and occasional fails. his feed would be full of mouthwatering food shots and videos of him devouring his creations, proving that he’s just as passionate about cooking and eating as he is about sharing it with the world.

tenten

she’d regularly post about her daily life, giving followers an inside look at her studies or work. her feed would be filled with a lot of photos showcasing her favorite books, snapshots of her workout routines, and candid moments with her for lifers. she’s all about fitness, making her social media a hub for health tips and personal growth. you’d see her posting everything from meal prep ideas to gym selfies. she’d be the type to inspire others with her discipline and positivity.

rock lee

lee would be the type to flood his feed with gym and fitness content, sharing everything from his daily workout routines to personal fitness goals. his posts would be packed with enthusiasm and motivational messages, like “don’t judge a person because of their appearance” and other self-improvement quotes. despite his positive energy, not everyone’s a fan—especially naruto and kiba, who might be more inclined to roll their eyes and make a shitty rant about his optimism.

hyuga neji

this dude, much like sasuke, is totally indifferent to social media. he doesn’t bother with frequent posts but when he does, they’re thoughtful and deliberate. you might see him sharing reflections on life, articles he’s stumbled upon, or insightful news about everyday occurrences. he avoids jumping into pointless online drama or trends, yet somehow, he’s always clued in. that’s thanks to lee and tenten, who can’t stop talking about the latest gossip and social media happenings. despite his apparent disinterest, he picks up on all the chatter and remains surprisingly well-informed about the buzz. so, even though he’s a low-key user, he’s never completely out of the loop.

inuzuka kiba

his socials would be about random rants and memes. he’d post exaggerated complaints about the most trivial matters. his feed would be a fucking mess of humorous and offbeat content—think sarcastic comments, goofy polls, and plenty of memes featuring akamaru. he’d frequently stir up controversies, posting impulsively and diving headfirst into debates. his online presence would be a whirlwind of arguments, especially with naruto, where they often argue over who’s the dumbest between them.

hyuga hinata

she’s the type to be a crocheter, the kind you see on tiktok with an account just for her yarn creations. her feed would be packed with posts showcasing her latest crocheting projects—everything from cozy blankets and stylish scarves to adorable amigurumi (crocheted plush toys). she’d share detailed photos and videos of her work. her account would also feature tutorials and tips for fellow crocheters, helping them improve their skills. she might post about her extensive yarn collection, offer free patterns, and give followers a peek into her crafting process. whether she’s showing off her latest masterpiece or sharing a behind-the-scenes look at her studio, her feed would be a inspiring hub for all things crochet.

aburame shino

the random entomologist on your feed. he would be all about his shit for insects and the natural world. his posts would feature photos of various bugs, often accompanied by educational captions about their behavior, ecology, and characteristics. his feed would include updates from his fieldwork, observations on insect behavior, and informative posts about conservation efforts. while he might occasionally share glimpses of his other interests or hobbies, the focus would remain firmly on nature and entomology. whether he’s showcasing a rare beetle he’s spotted or sharing insights on preserving insect habitats, his content would be a treasure trove of knowledge for fellow nature enthusiasts.

[eiloveir]

i’ve gotten bored and tried to match ethel cain’s lyrics with these characters (and messed up)

this family tree (intro) is so kakashi-coded, bro. the moment rin died in his hands and he couldn’t do anything but be traumatized — he tried to wash the blood from his hands, but no water could rinse away the emotional pain. like, one of his friends, whom he couldn’t protect, died in his arms, and he also failed to keep the promise he made to obito, another friend whom he thought died long ago.

do I even need to explain this? sasuke is just a misunderstood character, and I don’t get why some of you mischaracterize him so much

obito repeatedly emphasized how rin was his whole world and how her death was an injustice she didn’t deserve. he saw her as someone precious whose life was unfairly cut short.

they didn’t end up the way he wanted, but if it’s meant to be, then it will be 💔

[eiloveir]

y’all, i’m lowkey obsessed with the idea of a naruto fic inspired by harry potter’s marauders. imagine kakashi and obito as one of the marauders (with gai, genma, and others) tagging along. like, for real, as a fan of both, this would be chef’s kiss. just think about it—the legendary friendship and mischief of them (as i mentioned, the marauders of konoha) being passed down to the 12 genins. it’s so clear in my head, i’m practically fucking seeing it in hd. kakashi and remus lupin share so many fucking similarities—or am i the only one who sees that? (fucking hell, yeah) both are the chill guys who somehow manage to keep their more hyperactive friends from fucking destroying everything in sight. they’re the kind of characters who, despite their exteriors, are secretly the glue holding their squads together.

now, about damn time to consider the great sirius black. he, for me, somehow mirrors both kakashi’s and obito’s traits in different ways. kakashi, with his demeanor and character depth, is the sirius who’s always ready with a dry comeback or an eye-roll that says, “seriously?” on the other hand, obito, with his dramatic ass, embodies the untamed essence of sirius. if i were to create an au, obito could absolutely be sirius—i love to fucking think about it. imagine him trying to drag kakashi into some shitty scheme, only for kakashi to sigh and follow along, muttering, “this is going to end badly.”

let’s also talk about my glorious king itachi and his parallels to fucking regulus—i love both of them so much; y’all would never understand. like, the uchiha prodigy, in the world of ninja shit, has the same cool detachment that regulus showed while dealing with his family’s pureblood drama. so, he’d be regulus black (well, my preference if i were to do an au, like what i’m saying, if i were)—noble, tragic, and with a fanbase ready to build them a shrine and bow at their feet. like, they’re always the angsty character in every fanfic—portrayed as the most painfully beautiful and tortured soul, yet somehow, they’re everyone’s go-to comfort character. how fucking wild is it that they’ve never experienced a moment of real comfort in their lives, but we’re all out here writing the most soothing and emotional fanfiction about them (so fucking me)

then there’s the whole slytherin coding of the uchihas. uchihas are totally slytherin-esque with their ambition, cunning, and secrecy. they’re that elite noble family of the ninja world. now, picture obito in this setup. he’s from a family that’s basically a slytherin convention—loyal, ambitious, and ruthless to the core. but obito is a total shit—if naruto had hogwarts-style sorting, he’d be the gryffindor in a sea of slytherins. (and it would be so fucking funny to picture, like how i imagine the black family reacting to sirius being the only gryffindor).

[eiloveir]

[eiloveir]

mad (for nothing)

✰ pairing: hatake kakashi x f!reader

✰ genre: light angst, romance

✰ warnings: argument, brief mention of strong language

author’s note: i started writing this while listening to ne-yo’s “mad” and kakashi’s face suddenly popped out and it seemed to fit him perfectly. i tend to write quickly and this piece is no different, so i hope you can bear with any rough edges.

the silence in the apartment you shared with kakashi was almost unbearable, a suffocating presence that hung heavily in the air. it was as if the very atmosphere had thickened, becoming a physical barrier that pressed down on you both with relentless force. the room, usually lively with the hum of daily life, now felt unnaturally still. the silence was so strong that even the faintest rustle of fabric or creak of the floorboards seemed amplified, each sound echoing with an exaggerated intensity that only deepened the discomfort

you wanted to say something—anything, but the words felt lodged in your throat, trapped by the tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. every time you glanced in his direction, the memories of what you had seen surged back. the vivid recollections of those moments were like a tide, crashing against the walls you had built around your heart.

"fuck you, kakashi!" you suddenly screamed, your voice erupting with a intensity that shattered the silence. in a burst of pent-up rage, you leaped up from the sofa, your movements fueled by an anger so fierce that it seemed to burn away any semblance of restraint. you flung the door open with a violent force, the sharp sound of the door slamming against the wall punctuating the outburst. your hands trembled uncontrollably, the tremors a sign to the depth of your anger, and you didn’t care in the slightest if anyone heard. the boundary of your patience had been crossed, and in that moment, you were beyond caring about the consequences of your eruption.

as you stood at the door, you attempted to slam it shut, your frustration fueling the effort. but before you could complete the action, kakashi moved swiftly to block you, his presence almost perceptible as he forcefully pushed his way inside. his voice, though frantic, carried an unnerving calmness as he tried to soothe you. “stop,” he urged, “let’s talk this through. please, just listen.” despite his attempt to placate the situation, the urgency in his eyes betrayed his struggle to manage the tension.

“how dare you try to calm me? motherfucker!” you exclaimed, your voice rising with each syllable, each word dripping with anger. you could see a flicker of irritation and hurt in his eyes, a clear sign that his patience was wearing thin. the calm facade he tried to maintain cracked, revealing the strain and frustration beneath.

looking around, you noticed your neighbors peering out from behind their doors, their curious eyes taking in the unfolding spectacle. the embarrassment stung, but not that deep as the kakashi had inflicted. as you locked eyes with him, his gaze conveyed a plea, an unspoken request: “let’s talk about this inside.” his expression, though strained, held a semblance of hope that reason and resolution might still be possible within the confines of your shared space.

“god, what did you just do?!” he exclaimed, voice full of anger that took you by surprise. “now all the neighbors, everyone in konoha, knows what’s going on.” his outburst was jarring; he rarely raised his voice, and seeing him lose control like this was unsettling. his usual calm and composed self seemed to shatter, revealing his frustration and the impact of the public spectacle you had inadvertently created.

with a sigh, you stepped aside, allowing him to close the door behind you. the soft click of the latch echoed in the apartment, accentuating the weight of the moment. you stood facing each other in the cramped space, the familiar surroundings now feeling stifling and charged with tension. kakashi's usually composed demeanor began to fracture, his calm exterior giving way to a growing frustration. as the silence stretched, his control finally snapped, and he erupted with the intensity of his suppressed emotions.

as you stood there, your emotions still taut and unsettled, the room seemed to constrict around you, its walls closing in with an oppressive weight. the thumping of your heart felt almost audible in the stifling silence that enveloped you both. in the midst of the atmosphere, his eyes narrowed, his gaze steely. his voice, though firm, carried a note of disbelief that underscored the gravity of the situation.

“you think i cheated on you?” he asked, hurt evident in his voice.

“i... i just saw you... with that girl. it looked like... like you were flirting with her.”

your voice quivered slightly as you spoke, the words emerging with a hesitant, yet accusatory edge. you avoided his gaze, unable to meet the hurt reflected in his eyes. instead, you focused intently on the floor, its familiar surface offering the emotion swirling within you. you took deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself amidst the mounting tide of emotions that threatened to crash over you. the silence in the room seemed to grow more oppressive.

“flirting? what are you talking about? i was just talking. there's nothing more to it.”

his tone grew sharper, cutting through the tense air. his jaw tightened, a sign of the effort it took for him to reaffirm his innocence. despite his best efforts to maintain his usual composure, the strain was evident as the tension in the room thickened with every second. you could almost feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, the gravity of his protestations mingling with your own swirling emotions.

“i saw you with that girl. it was more than just talking.” you insisted, fighting back disbelief.

“for the hundredth time, i was just talking. can you give me a moment to explain instead of jumping to conclusions every damn time?”

he pleaded for understanding, he was exhausted from constantly having to justify himself. and the words itself carry the burden of his frustration, the weariness of having to defend his actions repeatedly. his request for patience heightened the strain that had taken hold of your relationship, a reflection of the growing rift between you both.

“i can’t just ignore what i saw! it looked suspicious,” you retorted, “and besides, you’ve been distant lately. you’re never home.” you clung desperately to your perception of the truth, unable to shake off the doubts that clouded your mind. every observation, feeling of neglect seemed to reinforce your fears, and it creates a barrier between you and the reassurances he offered.

“i’ve been working a lot, but that doesn’t mean i’ve been avoiding you. i’m just exhausted, both mentally and physically."

“and what about that girl? huh, why were you so close to her? why were you leaning towards her?”

“i was just trying to hear her better in the noisy environment we were in. you’re making this into something it’s not.”

“how can i trust you now?” you muttered, the distrust in your voice unmistakable. “how am i supposed to believe anything you say when you’ve been acting so distant?” the words were heavy, your tone conveyed uncertainty that had taken root.

“enough, i can’t take this anymore!” he erupted, his voice cracking under the pressure of the misunderstanding and accusations that had pushed him to his breaking point. “i need to rest, okay? give me a break.” his plea for a reprieve was both a surrender and a desperate cry for respite from the relentless emotional stressed that had consumed both of you.

it’s been about an hour since the argument, and the tension in the air has only intensified, rendering the distance between you and kakashi seemingly unbridgeable. the room, once filled with the sounds of argument and emotion, now lay in a suffocating silence, punctuated only by the steady, rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. each tick seemed to emphasize the growing chasm between you, marking the passage of time in a space that felt increasingly charged with mounting frustration.

his tiredness and aggravation were noticable, evident in the way he slumped slightly and the frustration that marred his features. his inability to articulate what you had witnessed earlier only added to the strain. the urge for clarity and understanding weighed heavily on you, but his persistent silence seemed to deepen the stress, the moment of quiet stretching the tension further. the unresolved questions hung in the air like a dense fog, intensifying the emotional distress as you grappled with the need for answers that remained stubbornly out of reach.

you blinked back tears, making a deliberate effort to move slightly away in an attempt to conceal your weakness. despite your efforts, the sound of your stifled weeping seemed almost deafening in the silence. every suppressed sob felt magnified, piercing through the quiet and betraying your emotional struggle.

then, very slowly, kakashi approached. his steps were cautious, his movement deliberate as he broke out the silence that had settled between you. he reached out with a tentative hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your hair as he gently moved it away from your face. the touch was soft and careful, almost tender, conveying an unspoken apology. it was a subtle gesture, with remorse and a desire to bridge the emotional gap between you.

kakashi’s features softened, the hard lines of his face giving way to an expression of regret. he approached you slowly. his voice, laden with remorse, broke the heavy silence as he spoke, “baby, please, i’m sorry.”

you turned away, unable to meet his gaze, the pain still fresh and raw in your heart. each attempt to face him only deepened the ache, making it harder to bridge the chasm of hurt and mistrust that had formed between you. the emotional weight of the moment was too great, leaving you feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed.

“i’m so sorry, baby. it was a misunderstanding. she was our client, and it was an important mission—i promise. you can slap me or do whatever you want. i won’t talk that way again.” his statements were a plea for understanding, his eyes—usually so piercing and intent—now softened with vulnerability. he waited for your response, the weight of his remorse evident in his expression, as he sought a way to make amends and mend the rift between you.

“are you sure? i’ll ask sakura if that’s true,” your voice quivered, betraying the need for reassurance. your eyes locked onto his, you sought the truth in his gaze, your heart torn between the desperate desire to believe him and the lingering fear of being deceived. the internal conflict played out across your face, reflecting the struggle between trust and skepticism as you awaited his response.

“you can ask anyone,” kakashi assured you, his voice steady but soft as he gently tilted your head to meet his gaze. he reached out, his fingers tenderly brushing away the tears from your cheeks.

“i swear, kakashi, if you’re lying…” you began, your voice trembling with apprehension. but before you could finish, he cut you off with a gentle chuckle, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere. his soft laughter was an effort to ease the tension, providing a brief moment of levity amidst the emotional storm.

“baby, i’m not…” he murmured, his voice low and tender. he guided you back to the sofa, his movements gentle and reassuring as he pulled you into his arms. the warmth of his embrace began to dissolve the tension between you, offering a fragile yet comforting sense of relief as the emotional storm slowly started to subside.

a heavy, almost intoxicating weight enveloped you as you melted further into his arms, his body radiating warmth that seemed to seep into your very core. the air grew thick with a charged, tension, your muscles instinctively tightening as you felt the moment. kakashi’s hands, gentle yet insistent, brushed teasingly at the fabric of your shirt, his touch lingering in a way that sent shivers across your skin. he leaned in closer, his breath a warm, tantalizing whisper against your ear as he murmured, “baby, i know i screwed up.”

you could feel his hands on your stomach, the soft whisper of his breath on your chest, and your body grew more tense as tensions with what your boyfriend came up. “i’ll make it up to you.”

[eiloveir]

can someone create an edit of itachi or another poor soul in naruto who’s endured so much suffering that even in death, they can’t escape the world’s cruelty, using the audio, “forever young, i want to live forever young. do you really want to live forever?” i’ve seen a ton of edits with that song, and they make me want to vomit—in a painfully intense way because it hit me so hard emotionally. fuc# hell, the gut-wrenching feeling i get is like a punch on my whole being. (i was watching that neil perry edit on tiktok, and it had me laughing at how dramatic my reaction was)

[eiloveir]

hi, pleasantries! i’ve come here to recommend a naruto/gaara fic on ao3. i hardly see this ship getting the love it deserves. like, man, their chemistry is just so good. so, if you’re even a little bit curious (and you should be)—go check it out! hope y’all love this shit 🤓 cupid de locke

[eiloveir]

i have this thought: if we were all living in the naruto series and saw the akatsuki in real life, it would be so terrifying—they’re actually really scary, and you can’t tell me otherwise. all of them are incredibly strong, and none of us would stand a chance (meh)—but if i had to pick one who would really scare the crap out of me, it would be sasori. like, any member’s jutsu is terrifying, and i’d be horrified to face any of them, but no one’s psychopathic tendencies match sasori’s (well, hidan is also a psychopathic bastard, and deidara is too addicted to his so-called art).

but imagine if sasori got you. this guy wouldn’t just kill you outright; no, he’d turn you into one of his grotesque human puppets—he would dismantle you, piece by piece. he’d strip away your flesh and blood and would definitely replace your organs with some mechanical shits. urgh, the pain would be unimaginable—the torment would fucking stretch on until nothing was left but an empty, hollow shell.

[emotionallydenseartist]

//This. Mfs (Mostly Sasori, Hidan and if angry, Kakuzu and Kisame) will skin you alive just for crossing their paths, and like ei said, if they take interest (god forbid), they'll dismantle your body or perform an unholy exorcism on your body for no apparent reason.

Even though Akatsuki was founded with thoughts of good intentions, the reality is much brutal. If we lived in Narutoverse, most of us would just be bypassing civilians and Akatsuki are, basically made from a bunch of vigilantes and criminals and fucked up people (in mind) of all kinds.

The worst thing is that they enjoy it (Hidan, Deidara, Sasori, and imagine that, Kisame in his bloodlust state.) and others just disregard the lives of others as a necessary sacrifice. (Pein, Konan, Obito/Tobi/Madara, Kakuzu).

If they do make a movie about their lives/series, they would most likely will be forced to add viewer discretion from how brutal some of the Akatsuki moments would be. Also, how they managed to roam about before the Akatsuki without getting caught, because let's face it, stronger characters (Minus Nagato and Konan, BCS they're too op and Hidden Rain military, even though brutal, sucked bcs of their lack of proper defense and formations) exist in Narutoverse and how did Konoha not have come across any of them before, especially Hidan: Bro is a homicidal maniac and a mass murderer.

Idk

There are too many plot holes and too many lost talents.

[eiloveir]

i could go on about this forever. after all the buildup about the new akatsuki being these incredibly powerful villains—yet, despite all the hype, they end up getting picked off one by one. at least they didn’t completely tarnish their reputation as bad guys, since they still managed to put up a good fight. but honestly, i half-expected at least one of them to stick around and join obito in the war arc

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto hc! <3

‹𝟹 :: ⭑⭒  🗨 !!   𓏲  what naruto men would be like as boyfriends!

✰ pairing: them x f!reader

✰ warnings: none, except maybe being a bit cringy? it’s rushed too, there might be errors since i didn’t proofread.

i was bored and had nothing to write, so i came up with this idea to occupy someone’s delusional thoughts — though the characters might seem out of their usual paced.

the sunshine boyfriend

uzumaki naruto, rock lee, inuzuka kiba, akimichi choji

a surge of energy that is consistently buoyant in your life. they make you laugh with their jokes and antics, and their contagious laughter and lively humor makes your day. they are the gregarious person that infuses the group with spontaneity and a sense of joy during social events. they may be that social, but beneath that there’s a side that comes out in the way they treat you. they always make sure you feel supported and loved—paying close attention to your happiness and well-being. they are there for you with effort and loyalty, whether it’s celebrating your victories or providing you with comfort during your most vulnerable times and they constantly bring warmth and positivity into your being—in your life, like a ray of sunshine.

the reserved and protective boyfriend

uchiha itachi, hyuga neji, gaara, aburame shino

prioritizes your happiness above all else, their actions speaking volumes about their commitment to your well-being. they don’t rely on words to show their affection; instead, they express their love through thoughtful gestures that make your heart flutter. their confidence in your bond is reassuring—as they know your heart belongs to them alone. they’re attuned to your every need and desire—noticing the smallest details that make you feel truly understood and loved. your relationship with them resembles as each other’s safety nets—like the archers, both are holding onto one another.

the ideal boyfriend

uchiha obito, hatake kakashi, nara shikamaru

they radiate a sophisticated poise and a playful charisma. they always know how to make you laugh and feel at ease while adeptly balancing a relaxed style with courteous care. their dependability make you feel consistently loved—their protectiveness guarantee that you feel safe and treasured. they are the kind that are good at flirting—the tease one and those who can be called a “playboy”—but they are extremely loyal. they are often perceived as having many women in their lives, but in reality, that is just their aura; they only have one person in mind, and that someone is you. they are the combination of carefree and playful, which makes them an ideal partner in every way.

the black cat boyfriend

uchiha sasuke

someone who, like a feline, keeps a cold exterior, appearing remote and aloof. despite his outward demeanor, his heart races in your presence, and he blushes when he sees you. he may reject inquiries about his thoughts with a flippant “it’s nothing,” but his actions scream louder than words, much like a black cat’s intriguing charm. although expressing feelings vocally is difficult for him, he expresses caring through actions and intimate moments shared only with you (just like with the second one)

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something