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How would the Uchiha men ( Indra, Madara, Obito, Itachi, Shisui and Sasuke ) react to receiving the silent treatment from their usually loving wife? Maybe they had promised to come home on time this time but failed to do so again. Now, she was disappointed and truly upset. She had always been super understanding, but this time, it felt like she was no longer a priority to them.

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Indra – The One Who Watches

Indra was not unfamiliar with silence. He wielded it as a weapon, as armor. But this silence—the absence of her warmth, her voice—was different. It was not a tool; it was a wall. And he despised it.

(Y/N) did not acknowledge him when he stepped into the room, his dark gaze assessing her as one might observe an unfamiliar storm on the horizon. He exhaled slowly.

-You are upset.- A statement, not a question.

(Y/N) did not reply.

Indra’s jaw clenched. He moved closer, fingers ghosting over her wrist, but she turned away. He could command armies, bend the wills of men, yet here—before her—he was reduced to something small. Mortal.

-Speak,- he murmured, low and deep. -I do not enjoy this game.-

Silence.

His Sharingan flared to life, frustration leaking through the cracks. He was not one to beg, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he murmured, -I will not ask for forgiveness, but I will make amends. Look at me, (Y/N).-

She wanted to. Gods, she wanted to. But he needed to learn.

For the first time in his life, Indra found himself standing before something he could not control.

Madara – The One Who Fights

Madara Uchiha did not apologize. He fought, he commanded, he conquered. But this silence…

(Y/N) passed by him without a glance. He stood there, watching her go, a scowl twisting his lips.

-You're still angry?- His voice carried the edge of a man who did not like being ignored.

Nothing.

Madara crossed the room in three long strides, placing himself directly in her path. Arms crossed, expression thunderous. -This is childish.-

(Y/N) met his gaze at last, eyes cold. Childish?

Her silence turned sharp, a blade pressing against his pride. She saw the moment frustration flickered into something else—concern.

-Fine,- he exhaled, voice rough. -Tell me what you want.-

(Y/N) shook her head and walked past him.

A growl, a flash of crimson eyes. Damn it.

The great Madara Uchiha… bested by silence.

Obito – The One Who Falters

Obito was all heart. Loud, expressive, relentless in his affection. So when (Y/N) did not greet him, did not look at him, did not smile at him, the world tilted on its axis.

He tried at first to brush it off, draping himself over the couch dramatically. -Alright, alright, I know I’m late, but I brought dango! I know you can’t stay mad at me when there’s dango.-

Silence.

The smile faltered.

Obito sat up, brows furrowing. -Hey… you’re really mad...?-

Still nothing.

The panic settled in. His fingers fidgeted, reaching for her, but hesitating. -(Y/N)…?-

When she turned away, something in him cracked. His voice softened, hesitant. -I didn’t mean to— I just— Can you please talk to me? I don’t like this. You— You talk, you always talk.-

The desperate edge to his voice almost made her cave.

Almost.

Shisui – The One Who Pleads

Shisui was playful, light-hearted. But right now, there was nothing light in the way he hovered around her, hands twitching at his sides, wanting—needing—to touch her.

-(Y/N)~,- he crooned, voice coaxing. -You wouldn't really ignore your husband, would you?-

Silence.

His smile wavered.

-Okay, wait, let’s talk about this—

Nothing.

Shisui let out a very dramatic sigh and literally dropped to his knees before her. -You’re killing me here.-

(Y/N) looked down at him, expression unreadable.

-Just say something,- he begged, reaching for her hands. -You can yell, hit me, anything—just don’t shut me out.-

When she still refused, he groaned, falling backward onto the floor. -Oh god, this is how I die.-

A tiny twitch at the corner of her lips. Almost imperceptible.

Shisui caught it. His eyes glinted.

-Ah...- He shot up, grinning. -There it is! I'm winning you back already.-

She sighed. This idiot.

Itachi – The One Who Endures

Itachi noticed the shift immediately. He was perceptive, too much so. The subtle stiffening of her posture, the way her gaze lingered just past him rather than meeting his eyes.

A lesser man might have let it fester, waiting for the storm to pass. But Itachi…

He did not speak at first. Instead, he moved through their shared space with careful deliberation, bringing her tea, leaving small gestures of warmth in his wake.

And still, (Y/N) gave him nothing.

Finally, he placed a teacup beside her and murmured, -I have hurt you.-

A pause.

Itachi exhaled through his nose -I cannot undo the past, but I will ensure it does not happen again.-

His voice was soft, edged with exhaustion. He would not beg. But he would wait.

And she knew, in the end, Itachi never broke a promise.

Sasuke – The One Who Burns

Sasuke was used to coldness. He had lived his whole life in the shadow of it. But from her?

No.

His steps were measured as he approached, expression carefully blank. -(Y/N).-

Nothing.

His teeth clenched. -You're overreacting.-

The silence sharpened.

Sasuke inhaled slowly, struggling to rein in his frustration. -I said I'd be home. I didn't say when.-

That was the wrong thing to say. He knew it the moment her shoulders tensed, fingers curling into fists.

Sasuke was many things, but a fool was not one of them. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to swallow his pride.

-(Y/N)... I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant.

A flicker of something in her eyes. Sasuke pressed on.

-I’ll be better.

A pause. And then—finally—her gaze lifted to meet his.

Silent, but no longer cold.

And that was enough.

[chidorinnegan]

Night’s rest with the Uchiha men. (x reader)

Characters: Itachi, Obito, Madara.

Tags: female reader, headcanons, humor, fluff, domestic, light-hearted, no use of (y/n), Madara comes with his own warnings*.

*I said “fluff and humor?” and Madara said “no, allude to smut and I want the reader naked.” Sorry everyone, this man dodges fluff like it’s an attempt on his life. Forced him to keep the humor though (success!). The other boys are tooth-rottingly sweet.

────» Itachi is a very light sleeper. Just about any noise or movement can stir him awake. You’re not even sure just how much sleep he can get when he’s so vigilant, always the last to close his eyes and the first to open them. He assures you that it’s okay for him, he got used to it way back in his Anbu days, and that instead of worrying about him, you should be resting yourself. To be honest, knowing how he is, you’re not entirely sold on that.

You might’ve tried some hands-on methods to ‘fix’ that already. The success was… well, ‘success’ is a strong word. Sleeping pills and ointments were refused on the spot. You’ve looked into it, and the only sleep jutsu are genjutsu, and, ahem, you were not about to try using genjutsu on the Itachi. Stuff like reading put you to sleep more than it did him. You felt like you tried it all to no avail. You were pouting about the failures, and you didn’t even notice how elated Itachi was to realize that you cared about him that much, how his dark eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection. He mustn’t let you know. He holds so many secrets, and one of them is that he doesn’t sleep much because he doesn’t ever want to let you out of his sight. It’s his responsibility to keep you protected, happy, and loved, and he would hate if you start to feel guilty about receiving what you deserve.

────» Despite everything, he stays with you throughout the night. Especially if you get yourself into a comfortable position and doze off, even if you’re making his arm go numb or oddly worm one of your legs between his (don’t ask how that made him feel, please), he stays put, ensuring that whatever happens, at least you get the best sleep possible. That’s the only thing that matters to him.

────» Even when the night air is crisp and goosebumps prickle his skin, or perhaps especially on those nights, the blankets, the pillows, the duvet and most of the sleeping space are yours. If you’re the type to selfishly hog all of the blankets, then you’ve found your perfect man. In fact, he is probably the one tucking you in, regardless of he fact that your sheets were stolen from him. If you’re not the type, he would be the one to offer that you take as many as you need to keep yourself warm and comfortable. And you’d never even have known that he was freezing if he didn’t subtly inch closer towards you to secure a little bit of the warmth.

────» He is a master of comfortable silence. He doesn’t speak much, but somehow, you never feel like he needs to say more than what he has. It’s almost like, whenever he does speak, his words are so carefully chosen, that they reassure you, confirm everything you need them to, and provide responses to questions you haven’t even asked, but are relieved to hear answered, anyway. It’s true. He is very particular in how he speaks to you, and perhaps that’s why, on your more restless nights, his simplest “I’ll be here, you’re safe” is enough to get you to sink back into his warm embrace.

────» He prefers complete darkness in the room. Even the moonlight can be a bit agitating, especially if the night sky reveals a cloudless full moon. When it comes to matters of the heart, he’s a bit contradictory. He wishes to bathe you in love and affection, but when it comes to himself… well, he feels unease at allowing himself to be known by another. He understands, of course, that a relationship is not a relationship if it only goes one way, yet he still seldom allows you a look into the deep well of emotions that he’s harboring within. Perhaps the times when he averts his gaze from yours, burrows his face into the pillow to hide the smile forming on his lips, lets his hair fall over his face to cover his reddening cheeks, are his first attempts at creating emotional distance between the two of you. Eventually, even his beloved will have to contend with the fact that he is a man living on borrowed time. But until then, he'll spoil you rotten.

────» Written with a post-war Obito lives AU in mind.

────» Before falling asleep, Obito likes to talk. Sometimes he talks about interesting things, sometimes he even shares things he shouldn’t and you’re not sure whether he’s lost himself in the moment or if he’s strategically trying to prolong your interest in him (as if that’s necessary, but he can never be too sure). But usually he just babbles. He could talk himself to sleep if you don’t stop him, sometimes the concept of shutting up eludes him entirely. He’s just so excited to have you, be around you, see you, touch you, feel you, hear you, and you’re always so good to him so how could he not want to spend as much time as possible in your embrace, and do you know, you let him live out his dream, he didn’t think it possible to achieve in reality, yet here you are, making it real, so real and true and he doesn’t even know, does a man like him deserve someone like you? You’re like a flicker of light, no no, you’re the entire sun, you’ve lit up the entire world in eternal daylight and he’s so happy and warm and fulfilled when he’s around you, blahblahblah love you love you love you love you Hey, does anyone else hear Only You by The Platters?

At some point you just can’t help but start giggling. You rarely ever stop the outpour of his affectionate words. He can be so lovable when he reverts back to his dorky personality. He’s never this open with others, or perhaps only in their memories from when he was a kid. You take that it means there’s a special tier of trust that he has reserved only for you, and when he’s tired, half-lulled to sleep by your comforting presence, he can’t help himself but tell you just how much you mean to him.

────» Now that he’s allowed himself to love again, it feels like all of his feelings, that he’d tried so hard to dissociate from for so many years, are spilling out at once. Eventually, he makes himself a promise. To not scare you away. Everyone has their limit, and he can’t just use you to emotionally regulate himself. He dreads being perceived as a burden by you. He’s very mindful, and I mean very mindful, to not totally overwhelm you with his neediness. And he’s good at it, he’s an excellent actor… when he’s awake. But when sleep forces his inhibitions to slip, he can’t help but reveal to you the touch-starved, desperate and clingy side of himself.

────» It doesn’t matter how much space there is on the bedding. He is exactly where you are, body pressed as close to yours as possible. The rest of the space might as well not exist. You’d think he’s trying to phase through you, or perhaps merge with you, with how close his chest is pressed to your back. If you face towards him, he sinks deeper under the sheets, nestling his head right under your chin, and pressing his forehead to your collarbone.

You can feel the wrinkled half of his skin, the warm, but hitched breaths, and hair tickling your nape. You notice that the skin on his right side is cooler than his left side. You also notice that, if you stay close together long enough, your shared body heat evens them out. You find it quite… symbolic. No matter how many sides he has, or how many of them he tries to hide from you, you will warm them all up until you get to see the real Obito.

────» Late into the night, when he’s in deep sleep, you may occasionally wake to low, soft murmurs. What he’s saying comes out in syllables, and though it’s quiet, you can make out that he’s saying your name. It’s sweet, and it’s even sweeter to see a peaceful, satisfied expression on his face in the dim moonlight. He really looks like he’s finally found his happy place. Silly man is so whipped that he can’t even shut up about you in his sleep, hehe.

────» He often hooks his leg under yours or entwines your arms in such a particular coil that it’s difficult to figure out where your limbs end and his begin. You’d think he fears you escaping from his grasp, choosing to trap you in his arms instead. You’ve heard of the devotion and possessiveness of the Uchihas, but is it not getting a bit excessive? Of course, he doesn’t restrict you like that on purpose, he’s usually long asleep by the time you find yourselves in this predicament. Fortunately, he doesn’t move much once he finds that golden position to sleep in, so it’s easy to fall asleep listening to the steady beats of his heart.

────» Set during the Warring States Period.

────» When he falls asleep, a war would need to break out right outside the room for him to wake. That’s because by the time he gets a chance to rest, he’s entirely spent. He falls asleep fast for the same reason, so you never really get to indulge in pillow talk. Though, he wouldn't be very good at it regardless. If he’s being honest, he’s sparing you the second-hand embarrassment (it’s better to have you believe that your man excels at everything than admit to his flaws, yep). However, if you do get a moment of him lying in bed awake, it’s of him giving you a contented smile, his quiet way of saying "thank you for being here for me", followed by dropping into the crook of your neck face-first. Annnd… he’s dozed off.

────» Do you like weighted blankets? Weighted blankets that are about seventy kilos of muscle squishing you down with no chance of escape? Hope that you do, because this man sleeps like a brick and if he rolls over on you, he ain’t moving. “Madara…” you whisper. “Ma…da…ra…” you say, voice increasingly louder and more urgent. Don’t even bother, your man’s out cold. “Madara!” you finally raise your tone, and he answers with a drowsy grumble. Instead of giving you some space, he just pulls his knee over your thighs, sinking you lower into the plush sheets. Well, he's comfortable.

────» His hair is everywhere. You used to wake up to black strands splayed on your face like a cobweb. There was almost no escape from that all-consuming void. You spat out a strand or two, just to feel another stuck between your lips a minute later. Once, he found a lock of damp hair when he woke, and had the audacity (when doesn’t he?) to look at you weird. Why are you eating his hair, woman?

You have taken to tying it for him before falling asleep. It’s a lot better, but the hair is too shaggy and refuses to be thoroughly contained. It’s so unfair that there is, but also isn’t, a fix. You look at him with light and hope in your eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” he growls. You sigh. Someday, you will make Madara with braided hair a reality, but that day is not today.

────» He’s hot. Wait, I mean… he’s hot in more than one way, okay!! His body is like a furnace on its own, but for some reason he insists on piling his body on yours in his sleep, basically turning the space into a steam bath. He’s like a big kitty (dangerous kitty!), driven by instinct to seek the warmest spot. Really, Madara sleeps in your warm embrace like a lion naps under the sunlight on a relaxing afternoon. Is it a stretch to say that he’d definitely compared himself to a lion at some point in the past, too? He has the mane to match, after all. And it sounds cool. And he's cool. He knows he's cool.

And yes, it’s not without merit. He is a fierce predator out there, a leader ruling with a rod of iron (in reality, a gunbai), but… over here? When his exhausted, deep grumble echoes in the room, you know that it's just your big kitty purring in satisfaction.

────» Madara would prefer to sleep in the nude, and is disappointed that he can’t really do that. Only because it’s not practical; at any point, he needs to be able to get up and be ready within the minute, which means that he sleeps with at least a pair of pants on. Flashing his clansmen is not on his to-do list, nope. The topwear is usually off, though. So yes, feel free to squeeze his pecs, it’s all muscle and scars, baby. No no, in fact please do that, he loves getting physical.

He says that it’s because it’s already so hot in the room, and that he just doesn’t want to sweat. What he means to say, though, is that he loves having skin-to-skin contact with you. And wow, look at that… It works out excellently for him. You can’t really put on any shirts, either, not with your personal heater pressing down on you like that, unless you’re particularly fond of waking up in a puddle in the morning. You already know that it’s all part of his plan to keep you naked and in his grasp. Well, not like you're going to start complaining. There is no need to fix what isn’t broken.

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☆ Yandere Naruto Men and their Obsession with You ☆

MASTERLIST Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha.

Warnings: abusive relationships, control, emotional manipulation, lovebombing, obsessive crazy love, isolation, intense jealousy, violence, almost physical abuse.

His Loving Obsession • Naruto isn’t just obsessed—he’s everywhere. His sunshine demeanour means no one questions it when he’s constantly by your side, always checking in, always making sure you’re okay. But behind the smiles and laughter, there’s something darker—a need so strong it borders on suffocation. Every time you smile at someone else, every time you talk about your plans without him, his stomach twists, and that friendly grin becomes just a little tighter. • Naruto doesn’t just love you—he worships you. He remembers every little thing about you, from your favourite snack to the way you like your coffee. He’ll show up with small surprises—your favorite candy, a new book you mentioned in passing, a blanket because he noticed you shivering the other day. He’s always thinking about you, always looking for ways to make you smile. • Naruto is a master at making you feel guilty without ever outright saying it. If you spend time with someone else, his expression falls just enough to make your chest ache. “Do you really think they care about you the way I do?” There’s no malice in his voice, only a quiet vulnerability that makes your chest ache. He’s not trying to control you (or so it seems)—he just can’t bear the thought of losing you to someone who doesn’t love you as deeply as he does.

• His jealousy is weirdly explosive. If someone flirts with you, his entire demeanour shifts. The laughter stops, his voice drops, and his eyes harden. It's like he's a whole different person. He’s quick to insert himself between you and the “threat,” acting like the person speaking to you is some sort of strange pervert, making it awkward for everyone.

• Naruto’s love becomes all-consuming. His hugs are tight, his hands always on you—your waist, your arm, the small of your back. He needs the reassurance of your presence, needs to feel your warmth under his fingers. His kisses are soft but desperate, like he’s trying to pour all his feelings into every movement, whispering against your lips, “No one can take you from me, Y/N.” You're so bombarded by him that you have no space to ever question it.

His Toxic Obsession

• Shikamaru doesn’t just watch you—he studies you. Every word you say, every nervous habit, every glance you throw at someone else—it’s all meticulously catalogued in his mind. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he uses that knowledge like a weapon. When he speaks to you, it’s with a precision that leaves you reeling and self-doubting, his words cutting straight to the heart of your insecurities and desires. • He isn’t loud or obvious when he cuts people out of your life. He does it quietly, methodically, in ways you don’t notice until it’s too late. Maybe he “accidentally” forgets to tell you about a group hangout or makes plans that conveniently overlap with your commitments to others. Before you realize it, he’s the only constant in your life, the only person you can turn to. “See? It’s just us now. It’s easier this way.” • Shikamaru doesn’t need to raise his voice to control you. His calm, measured tone is enough to make you second-guess everything. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Y/N? I mean, do what you want, but…” His words always trail off, leaving you to fill in the blanks. And when you do change your mind, he’s there with a lazy smirk, like he knew you would all along.

• When Shikamaru finally confesses, it’s not a plea—it’s a statement. “I’ve been patient with you. I’ve let you figure things out on your own, but it’s time you see what’s obvious.” His voice is low, steady, leaving no room for argument, your self-worth is so battered down from everything he's done you actually believe him, actually want to be with him.

• Shikamaru’s love is suffocating, an intricate web of manipulation and control that feels impossible to escape. But beneath the darkness, there’s an unsettling tenderness—a quiet devotion that makes you hesitate. “I only do this because I love you,” he says, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. And in those moments, you wonder if he truly believes it. If maybe, somehow, he’s convinced himself that this twisted, obsessive love is what you need.

His Unrelenting Obsession

• Sasuke’s fixation is nothing short of paralyzing. His eyes follow you everywhere, dark and unblinking, like he’s dissecting you piece by piece. It’s suffocating, the way he can hold you in place with just a look, his intensity seeping into every interaction until it feels like there’s nowhere to hide. He had never been so entranced by someone or something before you. • Sasuke wouldn’t hesitate to dismantle anything—or anyone—that threatens his control. A co-worker who’s too friendly? Suddenly, they’re fired over a baseless rumour. A friend who tries to intervene? They start receiving anonymous threats. It’s never loud or messy; it’s surgical, precise. He’s a ghost in the machine, orchestrating your isolation with a chilling efficiency that leaves you wondering if you’re imagining it when he acts the same as he always does - cool and detached. • Sasuke would make you dependent on him without you even realizing it. He’d insert himself into every aspect of your life—your confidant, your protector, your only constant. When things fall apart (because he made sure they would), he’s the one picking up the pieces, whispering, “You don’t need anyone else. I’ll take care of you.” And in your weakest moments, it feels like the truth. • If you ever try to leave him, Sasuke’s calm exterior would shatter. He wouldn’t yell or beg—he’d act. Your phone? Smashed. Your keys? Gone. Every avenue of escape meticulously closed off until the only person you can turn to is him. His voice would drop to a dangerous whisper: “Everyone has left me. You don't get to do that, Y/N.” And when he says it, it feels like a vow—a terrifying, irreversible truth. • Beneath the darkness, there’s a twisted form of love—a desperate, all-consuming need to keep you safe, to keep you his. Sasuke genuinely believes that what he’s doing is for your own good, that no one else could possibly love you the way he does. And in his mind, it’s not obsession—it’s destiny. You were meant to be his, no matter the cost.

His Devoted Obsession

• Kakashi’s tactics are subtle and insidious, cloaked in warmth and care. He’d insert himself into your life in ways that feel natural, like he’s just a dependable friend who’s always there when you need him, always appearing when things are going dire. But it’s calculated. Every comforting word, every thoughtful gesture, every perfectly timed “coincidence” is part of his plan to weave himself into the fabric of your life. “You looked a little overwhelmed, so I thought I’d step in.” • Kakashi convinces himself that his obsession is rooted in a desire to protect you, that it's normal he would be like this after everything that had happened to him throughout his life. If you’re in danger, he’s the first one there, stepping in with a calm authority that leaves no room for argument. “You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.” • His charm is his greatest weapon. He knows how to put you at ease, to make you laugh, to make you feel safe. His lazy demeanour and soft-spoken words hide the intensity of his obsession, lulling you into a false sense of security, that he would never do anything to hurt you. When he teases you, his tone is light and playful, but there’s an edge to his smile that makes your pulse quicken.

• Kakashi doesn’t need to be loud or aggressive to isolate you—he’s far too smart for that. Instead, he subtly plants doubt in your mind about the people around you. “They didn’t seem very supportive of you earlier, did they?” “Are you sure they have your best interests at heart?” His tone is so soft, so thoughtful and seemingly wise, that you don’t realize he’s slowly nudging you into relying on him alone. • He doesn’t see his actions as manipulative or controlling—they’re protective, necessary. “I can't lose you, not after losing everyone else,” he’ll say, his voice so soft and convincing that you genuinely believe him. But the truth is, Kakashi’s love is a cage, and no matter how warm and comforting it feels, it’s one you’ll never escape.

His Desperate Obsession

• He loves you so desperately, so tenderly, with full unrestrained love. It feels like you were swept off your heels by him and his intensity, the way he knew he wanted you from the beginning and the way you completely crumbled underneath him was almost pathetic. He loves you like no one has before, gifting you thoughtful things he knows you like, listening to everything you say with genuine interest. He protects you, no one bothers you whilst you're with him suddenly - and you don't quite understand. • Itachi carries the ghosts of his clan in every step, every breath, every calculated action. He’s spent his entire life sacrificing, losing everything to protect what he loves. But you? You’re something he can’t sacrifice, something he won’t. He tells himself that this time, he won’t fail, won’t let the people he loves slip through his fingers. This time, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter the cost. • Itachi’s protectiveness goes beyond reason. He’s already failed once, letting his clan fall under his blade for the greater good, and he refuses to fail again. He doesn’t trust the world to keep you safe, so he takes matters into his own hands. The friend who’s too nosy? Gone without a trace. The ex who tries to reach out? Shows up in the news dead. You don’t see the strings he’s pulling, the shadows he’s working in, but the world around you becomes eerily smooth, free of threats. “You’re safe with me,” he’d say, his tone so calm, so certain, that you believe him. • His obsession is fuelled by guilt as much as love. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, not after what he’s done, but that only makes him cling to you harder. You’re his second chance, his proof that he can protect something without destroying it. He doesn’t tell you this—he doesn’t want to burden you with his darkness—but every glance, every touch carries the unspoken weight of his guilt. “You make me feel human again,” he’d admit in a rare moments of vulnerability. • If you ever tried to leave, Itachi wouldn’t react with anger or desperation. His voice would stay calm, his movements controlled, but there would be a finality in his words that makes your stomach twist. one that you know you can't resist because at this point he had made himself the top of the pyramid in your life. “You don’t understand what you’re saying. The world isn’t safe for you without me.” And if you push further, he’d step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I’ve already lost everyone I’ve ever loved. I won’t let it happen again. Not with you.”

His Masked Obsession

• When you first meet him, when you're only friends he keeps up the guise of Tobi. Tobi is a harmless goof, all smiles and playful antics. He makes you laugh, brightens your day, and slips into your life so easily it feels natural. But Tobi isn’t real—he’s a shield, a distraction from the storm brewing beneath. Every laugh, every clumsy joke is calculated, a way to draw you closer, to make you trust him. “See? Tobi’s a good boy!” he chirps, his eyes gleaming with something darker than innocence. • As Tobi, he drowns you in affection. He remembers every little thing you like, shows up with thoughtful gifts “just because,” and tells you how much you mean to him at every opportunity. “You’re Tobi’s favourite person! No one else compares!” His voice is light, his tone warm, and it’s easy to feel safe around him. • The switch happens when you least expect it. The moment you cross a line he doesn’t like—talking to someone else for too long, brushing off his affection, or even hinting at distance—the mask shatters. His voice drops and lowers, his posture stiffens, and the playful Tobi disappears. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his tone sharp and cutting. It’s a complete shift, like you’re staring into the eyes of someone you don’t recognize. • Losing Rin shattered Obito, and the thought of losing you pushes him over the edge. Every moment he isn’t with you feels like a threat, every smile you give someone else feels like a betrayal. He projects his pain onto you, his desperation spilling out in violent outbursts followed by trembling apologies. “I can’t lose you,” he growls, his hands fisting in your hair as he pulls you closer. “Not again. Not ever.” • After every outburst, Tobi returns, full of apologies and desperate affection. He showers you with gifts, clings to you like a lost puppy, and whispers tearful apologies. “Tobi’s so sorry! Tobi didn’t mean to scare you!” His voice is trembling, his hands gentle as he cups your face. He tells you how much he loves you, how he can’t live without you, how he’ll do better. • Obito’s love is suffocating, destructive, a wildfire that consumes everything in its path. He doesn’t see his violence as cruelty—it’s protection. He doesn’t see his obsession as wrong—it’s love. “I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me,” he says, his voice calm but his eyes wild. “Even you, if I have to.” And in his mind, that’s not a threat—it’s a promise.

[shalscumbunny]

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, female reader, vaginal sex

His eyes are shining with happiness, his body is shaking and trembling, yet…

He's happy~

The tip of his cock hit exactly where it should and for the first time… you came on his cock.

That means… you like it? You like what you are doing! You're enjoying it even as you tearfully beg for him to stop!

He took your tearful face in his hands, caressing your cheeks sweetly with the tips of his fingers.

He's just desperate for your love, needy for your acceptance and now that he's deeply inserted inside you while your teary eyes are clouded with pleasure, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven… you're his heaven, his glory, his everything.

"You look… so beautiful when you cum…" He gasps, kissing your cheeks softly and wetly.

You whimper when he lets go of your face and his fingers aggressively dig into your hips.

It was really just a matter of seconds before he resumed his thrusts on that sweet, rubbery spot making you see stars.

"I love you… fuck… I love you so much" He whimpers, nibbling on your earlobe "You don't need anyone else, I promise you'll only need me… I'll make you feel so good…!"

HxH: KURAPIKA, Shalnark

LADS: Caleb

BNHA: Shigaraki Tomura

Genshin Impact: Xiao, Tartaglia, Ororom

Naruto: OBITO UCHIHA, Nagato

SNK: Porco Galliard, Zeke Jaeger

[yuzuextracted]

obito: you said i'd see rin again madara: no, i said rinnegan obito:

[animeyanderelover]

Little note from me. I am kind of experimenting with a new style by adding those dividers. Not sure if it'll make much of a difference or not but it looks pretty at least. And well, aesthetic is a huge selling point.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, abduction, paranoia, PTSD, Stockholm Syndrome, angsty I guess

Tags: @shumidehiro @o-ree-ve

𖠿 .゜How these Naruto men become dependent on your presence if they want to sleep𖠿 .゜

Characters featured: Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Sasuke

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Good night, my love

Hatake Kakashi

📖​Kakashi may be an esteemed jonin amongst his village but that level of fame has not been simply handed to him. It has been only given after many obstacles and dead bodies, with invisible blood that still clings to him so many years later. He's a role model. Many wish to one day become just like him. Normally Kakashi can only give those young people a tired close-eyed grin. Deep down though? He would want nothing more than to prevent everyone from going down the same trauma-riddled road he walked on. His father. Obito. Rin. Minato. Kushina. Faces of people whoses names he doesn't remember but is still able to recall the sight of dull eyes and the feeling of warm blood staining his hands. It haunts him when he is awake and it takes over whenever he closes his eyes. Nightmares are a constant. Time doesn't heal the wounds of a heart. Instead it merely teaches him to deal with the sins of his past quieter in ways that don't allow the enemy to target them for the weaknesses they are in battles. Sometimes though he still wakes up, covered in cold sweat, nauseous and with shaking hands covered in blood only he can see. Sometimes he spends minutes trying to wash it off.

📖​Then one day he isn't alone anymore. Not in his life. Not in his bed. Not in his nightmares. Suddenly he has you in his life. Yes, the details may very well point at him having used some backhanded methods which may still feed your resentment against him but Kakashi honestly doesn't care. You may hate him all you want as long as you do it whilst being very alive and mad. Death has gotten too many people he dared to love so obviously he is extremely paranoid. It's that paranoia of losing you too that leads his mind to torment him on some night. Suddenly it is your dead body in those dreams and it's your blood coating his hands. The nightmares are intense the first few weeks as his mind is turning the guilt he quietly harbors into punishment. What makes him think after all that after all his sin and failures he deserves you safe and sound in his bed? You don't notice. Not because you are oblivious but because Kakashi doesn't let you notice his pain. Instead he lays awake next to your form, covered in cold sweat and the image of your dead body embedded in his vision. You always wonder why the next morning his hands hover, constantly searching for your warmth and a pulse to prove that you aren't dead.

📖​It takes months to fix his sleep schedule. You don't know how he has survived this far with less than 3 hours of sleep on most night. Once Kakashi awakes from a nightmare, he doesn't go back to sleep. Not when it is dark and quiet and he is all alone with no one to stop the guilt from quietly wrecking him. Only that now he isn't alone anymore. He has you. And as much as you may still hate him at times, his nightmares are terrifying because they ruin your perception of him being just an asshole. No, instead he just has to be an asshole with a heavy load of trauma. So you offer to help even if you do not know how to do. What you are unaware of is that honestly being still alive is more than Kakashi dares to ask for. His sense of smell is particularly high and he memorises different scents well. It is a curse more than it is a blessing at times when his brain is somehow able to conjure up the scent of death even in his nightmares to the point the scent lingers even when he wakes up. That is where your own scent becomes a prevention against nightmares and the reason why Kakashi buries his face always into your collarbone or neck so that the stench of death is overshadowed by your fragrance.

📖​His nightmares lessen as Kakashi surrounds himself in your scent and always clutches you tightly against his own body when he sleeps, picking up even in dreams on your heartbeat and warmth. The nightmares don't disappear completely but whenever he does wake up from them, he can at least soothe himself by having you by his side. That is why missions away from you soon become a new kind of torture. Suddenly all that comfort is stripped away from Kakashi and he is right back to square one. The nightmares return and the panic only worsens when he wakes up from them only to then feel the next spike of cold dread when his senses are unable to pick up on you. There's no warmth. No heartbeat. No comforting scent surrounding him. There's nothing and it is that nothingness that quietly breaks him. He doesn't show it. Obviously he doesn't. The mission comes first. But it quietly hollows him out and by the time he finally returns to his house, he is exhausted in soul and heart more than in body. So the first thing you usually find yourself doing when he returns is serve as a comfort pillow for a man who almost immediately dozes off the moment he can pick up on your scent again.

Uchiha Obito

🔥​Once upon a time Obito used to have bright dreams. Hopeful dreams. Even after half of his body had been crushed. Even after he had lost one of his eyes. Even whilst he was stuck in a cave with Madara and Zetsu. Even then Obito still held on to his hopes and dreams, envisioning his return to the Leaf Village and reuniting with Kakashi, Rin and his teacher. Protecting the Leaf Village and becoming one day the new Hokage. Only for all of those in hindsight childish and naive dreams to be shattered on the very night he bears witness to his best friend killing his first love. He isn't able to recall what happens after Kakashi faints. What he can recall even after so many years though is the rage that exploded out of him in that moment, tearing through every fiber of his body until that young boy from the Leaf Village burned with it for that boy too became a victim of that rage that destroyed everything. That wrath follows Obito forever after, returning full force every time he awakes from nightmares that split his head and claw a deeper hole into his chest. It explodes out of him as soon as his eyes open, forcing to lash out on his surroundings and to eventually forget sleep altogether.

🔥​In the face of a greater vision sleep becomes irrelevant to Obito. A part of him still fears what he knows will haunt him if he were to even attempt falling asleep again. It is a forgotten concept until he finds you. For the first time in years his pessimistic and jaded outlook on the world changes. To Obito you are the last mercy this rotten world has created and it is his paranoia that leads him to rip you away from your life, no matter if it was cruel or kind to you. Peace and kindness are only an illusion after all and before the world can bear its fangs and shred you to pieces, he abducts you to preserve you and keep you safe. You need sleep. No matter how many hours you scream, cry and beg for him to let you leave, eventually exhaustion overtakes your body and then Obito bears witness to the sight of you asleep. Perhaps he is a bit deranged for spending hours standing over your sleeping form or sitting down on the edge of the bed, vision following every rise and fall of your chest. In a broken way though he finds his peace like this. By watching the last person he believes to be worth anything unguarded and fragile asleep, as delicate as the hope in this world. That's why Obito is here though. To protect you.

🔥​Obito craves closeness on both a physical and emotional level. It is the closest thing to a salvation he can receive in this life and his own emotions enter overdrive when around you. Despite all the atrocities he has committed, he is more emotional than anyone else. It's that bleeding heart of his that has twisted everything though and your presence forces that tattered heart to beat again. There are no stages to Obito's obsession. He immediately jumps to the final act, spiraling willingly into his obsession. It's overwhelming and suffocating in its earnest obsession but it's thar saccharine affection which you eventually learn to crave just as much. That's how the mutual spiral starts where you develop difficulties to fall asleep when Obito isn't with you and like always, he indulges you until you drown in it. Yet even then it takes Obito many months before he too learns how to not only close his eye but to also fall asleep again. He hasn't truly relied on sleep for years. He doesn't need it now either. Instead it's the warm silence that your sleeping form provides for his heart and mind which he draws his energy from. His sleep schedule cannot be truly fixed. Know that this is all he needs though.

🔥​The separation anxiety is intense. Obito doesn't trust the world. He doesn't even trust Zetsu who has been his advisor for years when it comes to your safety. His priorities have vastly shifted ever since he encountered you. The world can rot for all he cares as long as he gets to be with you. Unfortunately Zetsu has waited too long only for this puppet to act out of the written stage play and as threats would only lead to Obito not only threatening to burn Zetsu but also all other key players, Zetsu manipulates the Uchiha by using his emotions for you against him. The world will always be full of threats after all. The only way to completely ensure your safety is by fulfilling the plan. It's only due to those poisoned whispers that Obito still listens. Everything is committed in a faster fashion though as he rushes to return to you. Being away from you makes him nauseous. At this rate he feels like he cannot fucking breathe properly if he cannot touch you and see you. Withdrawal-like symptoms fuel his rage and aggression which only enhances his brutality all whilst his body is itching for the moment he gets to guard your peaceful slumber again. He doesn't care about anything else. There is only you.

Uchiha Itachi

🍡The sins of a son. The sins of a brother. The sins of a friend. There are many sins that Itachi has committed and all of them within only one single night. The once proud Uchiha clan reduced to nothing but a fraction of what it once used to be. In only one night Itachi has stained his hands in more blood than most shinobi will do in their entire lives. Worst of all is that those people he murdered weren't just strangers. They were people he knew. Neighbours. That friendly lady who sold him his favourite dango. The nice old man who liked to talk about his glory days. The children who Sasuke used to play with. His clan. His family. All gone except his younger brother who is going to kill him eventually. That's how Itachi wants it to go. He wants to die. He deserves it. There hasn't been a single night where he hasn't laid awake, forced to relive the massacre and the faces of those he knew, cherished and loved all dying by his own blade. There hasn't been a single night where he hasn't relived that moment beyond any spoken horror where his younger brother walked in on Itachi murdering their parents. In just one moment he took everything from his beloved brother and it haunts him every single moment.

🍡The only way to repent for those sins is by dying through the hands of the very brother who once idolised him and looked up to him. It's what Itachi has made sure Sasuke believes. It is what he himself believes to be true too. It's his conviction he works towards. Until he meets you. Until you stumble into his life and suddenly Itachi dares to do something he has given up on all those years ago. He dreams about a future. A future where he gets to live and be with you before those tender dreams are shattered by the reality. How dare he dream about being happy after all he has done? How dare he wish to spend his life with you with the current life he lives? Itachi is a wanted criminal, there is no life he could provide you with. Instead he swears to only watch you and be content, spending his nights dwelling near your house and watching the light in your room turning off as you go to bed to get the rest he hasn't gotten in ages. He sincerely hopes that when you close your eyes, the guilt and regret doesn't crush you like it does to him. No, he hopes that you only experience blissful silence and that your mind doesn't keep you awake the entire night. He should have known though that he is no longer good.

🍡Suddenly his entire life is turned upside down when he abducts you. Now he has a house where he keeps you and a responsibility he shouldn't have taken. He has dragged you into his life and dying on you would only bring you numerous troubles as his enemies would come after you, forcing him into a lifelong commitment he shouldn't even have. As he has done so much damage to you already, he doesn't force you to fall asleep next to your tormentor though. Still, he is watching. Always. You may not notice how he sits behind closed shoji doors at night, heart twisting as he listens to you crying yourself to sleep before your breaths eventually even out. It's bittersweet, listening in during the only time where your sorrow partially subsides and you are at ease which puts his own body at ease. His own sleep schedule is nonexistent but at the very least you should be allowed to rest. It's the only time where he feels like his own thoughts hold still as well, allowing his mind for once to rest too. Even then his sleep is light, mind trained to never let his guard down even in sleep. The slightest sigh or whimper from your room has him awake within a split second.

🍡You cannot put him truly to sleep. Years of training to be a shinobi, his time as an anbu and the massacre he committed to his own clan have all been factors to why he can't sleep anymore like a normal person. You don't have to feel bad though. His mind only quietens when he is around you as his focus is partially shifted to focus on you instead of dwelling his entire day in self-pity and regret. It does affect him therefor when he is gone on long missions for the Akatsuki but Itachi internalises all longing and unease like he is already doing with his guilt and death wish. Then his mind is his biggest burden as the regret of his dead clan, the sadness of what he has forced his younger brother to become as well as the guilt of what he has done to you and his worries of potentially getting you into danger during his absence all hit him at once. Entire nights he spends observing the stars whilst not moving a muscle, arms curled uselessly by his sides. Recently you have allowed him to hold you during your sleep and it seems like he has gotten too comfortable with it too quick for he doesn't know what to do with his hands now anymore at night when he cannot hold you. He'll just have to quietly endure like always.

Uchiha Sasuke

💙​Sasuke has essentially spent his entire youth plotting for revenge. Always revenge. Revenge after his own brother had massacred his entire clan, leaving him as the sole survivor in the Uchiha compound when he was nothing more than a child. After that day Sasuke didn't sleep anymore as much as he spent every night forcing himself to relive that terrible day no matter how raw it left his heart, feeding his hatred and determination to grow stronger to eventually fulfill his goal. His nights he spent studying and training, sleep the last thing on his mind. During his time with Orochimaru Kabuto had to force him to lay down for a few hours as Sasuke was always training instead of resting. Revenge again after the truth was revealed to him, essentially shattering Sasuke's entire goal of life as all those years suddenly had become a total waste. However, instead of learning how to truly grieve Sasuke turns to hatred once more as it is the only thing he truly knows. Once again he skips sleep to plot new revenge to hurt those who wronged his clan and his brother until he eventually finds some sort of peace and leaves the village to travel through the land.

💙​Sasuke has forgotten how to sleep properly. The last time he got a full night of rest was the night before his clan was murdered. It's been years and ever since he has honed himself to survive on much less rest than the average person. That's why you slow his travels down significantly. You require more sleep than he does and so Sasuke has to stop every night so that you can restore your energy after an entire day of nonstop travelling. He stays up longer than you do and he wakes up much earlier than you do which creates the illusion that he never seems to sleep at all unlike you. By the time you wake up he has basically packed all things up already and is just waiting for you to eat breakfast and finish up before the two of you will walk again for hours on end. Perhaps that is one very effective strategy of his to work you tirelessly each day so that you can never properly entertain the thought of escape and if it is, it is showing promising results. You are out cold after every day of climbing hills, mountains and being forced to learn taijutsu and how to handle weapons by him. You actually don't enjoy the thought of being watched whilst sleeping but your body insists, leaving you little to no choice.

💙​Even when Sasuke is asleep, he remains extremely alert to his surroundings, especially since both of you spend many nights camping outside. Every wrong rustling of the leaves rouses him from the trace of slumber he may be in and you soon discover that this applies to you as well. As much as you would like to claim that Sasuke doesn't care, he notices almost too much. You have been woken up multiple times already by him because he noticed your breath sounding far more labored than it should as you had a nightmare you cannot even recall anymore. Another time time he wakes you up and tells you that you are sick, already trying to force medicine down your throat. You ridicule him for it out of spite until hours later your body is heavy and burning and your head is pounding. How was he even able to detect that incoming sickness of yours? What agitates you most is that Sasuke seems to quietly enjoy this all. You aren't exactly wrong. Above all though for the first time in years Sasuke actually gets to relax. Before he used to spend every night either tirelessly forcing his body to get stronger or to drive himself insane by replaying all painful memories to never forget the agony of it to feed his hatred.

💙​What Sasuke would never say out loud initially but what you still take notice of is how he grows over time subtly more clingy. His sleeping back creeps every night a few inches closer to yours until you eventually stir randomly awake in the middle of the night to find his body not even an arms length away from you. His hand is even closer, just shy of touching you. That hand too is creeping closer every night until inevitably you find his arm resting on your sleeping sack and of course the bastard notices that you are awake even if you stay perfectly still and quiet. That clinginess problem becomes truly noticable whenever the both of you spend the night in an inn because Sasuke needs to restock his supplies. You have never been granted the mercy of a separate room but eventually you are forced to even share a futon with him. That is when you find yourself stuck next to the very warm body of an Uchiha, his arm slung over your hips. This is the only time Sasuke finds it acceptable to stay longer in bed too though this automatically means you don't get to leave the bed before he does too. The only mildly good thing from it all is that you actually get to see his bedhair.

[ichatake]

Uchihas reacting to “I hate you”s

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Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha

Warning: slight angst, nothing else.

Obito Uchiha (Villain)

✧ “I hate you,” he stood there, his expression unwavering as your voice seethed with anger. Your voice could cut through thick glass as you shouted at him, but he felt nothing whatsoever. Even as your eyes bore into him, filled with a hatred so intense it could burn a hole through his soul, it wasn’t directed towards him. No, not ever. Yet despite the venom in your words, he didn’t flinch. Instead he listened intently, his expression indifferent. “That’s okay,” he responded, his voice devoid of any apparent emotion. In any other scenario, he would’ve crumpled under the weight of your vitriol, weeping and pleading for an explanation as to why you might hate him. But not now, because he already knew why.

✧ He knew how you mourned him for years, believing him dead and gone, only to find out the hard way the reality. He knew you visited his grave, and wished that you were in his position. He knew that your trust—your perspective of reality had been shattered the very moment his mask fell from his face. With a heavy heart, he continued “I would too,” his gaze never left yours, watching as tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. It had been years since he’d seen you this close, yet you looked young and pretty. The prettiest he’s ever seen you, even with tears glistening on your pretty face.

✧ “I hate you so much,” your voice cracked with pain and resentment as you spoke to him. Your Obito. The revelation that he was still alive, but causing so much pain and suffering shattered your world, leaving you emotionally fractured. “Why? Why do all of this? Why hurt so many?” You ask, searching his face for remorse but finding none, “Because this world is broken,” he answers steadily, his voice awfully gentle to you. “You have nothing in this reality,” his arms open, showing you the distress and chaos that is currently occurring around you. He wanted you to see how your comrades laid lifeless—to make you understand that you lost your friends, your family, your ‘happy ending’. “ Let this happen, and you will be forever happy,” he pauses briefly, searching for the right words to say. He chose his words carefully, locking eyes with you, “With me. With a better version of me. One that will keep you happy for the rest of your life,” Despite your heart-wrenching cries, he did nothing to stop this war. As you wept before him, he knew your pain would be temporary. He knew that once his plan took action—the infinite Tsukuyomi—you would find happiness. Even if you hate him now, he reassured himself, you wouldn’t think the same after his plan was completed.

Obito Uchiha (Shinobi)

✧ Obito, a strong and beloved jonin from the Leaf village, stood there, his chest tightening at the words that just came out of your mouth. His expression shifted as his mind struggled to comprehend what you had said. Suddenly, without a second thought, his words slipped through his lips as he tried to make sense of what you told him, “What… did you say?” he asked carefully, his eyes frantically darting over your face as if searching for an answer. You met his gaze, repeating your words with unwavering conviction, “I said, I hate you,”

✧ As you repeat yourself, Obito’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach, his throat constricting as it became harder to breathe. He could handle any other response, any other thing you could have said, but hearing your harsh words was almost too much for him. “Why? What did I do? I don’t understand,” he manages to ask in desperation, trying his best to move closer to you. His heart clenched and turned inside his chest, and he boiled with fear. He loves you! He loves you to the moon and back! Why would you say that you hate him when he eats, sleeps, and breathes for you? You were his everything, so how could you hate him when he loved you so dearly?

✧ “Because you never notice how much I try for you. You’re always looking for Rin’s approval, and what about me? I’m left in the dark with nothing. I’m done with you. I’m done with trying to make you realize I’ve been in love with you for years,” you pour your heart out to him, desperate and hurt, and that’s when he realizes what this was about. Though his heart slightly fluttered at your revelation, he still felt awful for the way you were feeling all this time. The tingling sensation in the back of his mind kept bothering him as he examined every inch of your expression. “That’s… why?” He asks with a drop of his shoulder, sighing in pure relief at your confession, which only fueled the burning anger inside you. “I thought it was for something else I might’ve done… (Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I’m in love with you,” his confession caught you in surprise, his voice revealing his true feelings with no hesitation. What once was nervousness and anxiety had now been replaced with determination as he yearned to seek for a solution. It was true, he was deeply in love with you, but people still thought he had something for Rin when he didn’t. However, he did hide the fact that he liked you out of fear of another rejection. With Rin, he handled it well, but with you? He wouldn’t be able to take it. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel horrible. I’m sorry I never noticed, and I’m sorry I hid it from you for so long. I love you, over anything there is in this world. The only thing I want is you, always and forever you,”

Madara Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” your words felt like a slap to the face, making Madara turn around to face you swiftly. Although his face was deemed expressionless, his body tensed and tightened the more he processed your words. He had obviously been taken aback by your audacity to say such things, but he tried his best to hide his discomfort. With arms crossed over his chest, he scoffed and parted his lips, ready to give you a piece of his mind. “Get over it, woman,” he snarls at you with authority, and slight annoyance. You, his wife, should never say that to him. He’s given you everything; a home, a family, and more importantly, love. “You are acting like a child over something that should have never pestered you in the first place,” although your words had not hit him hard when you first spat them, they started to annoy him the more they set in, “If you hate me, why even decide to say yes when I proposed? If you are going to bother me with such nonsense, I will not bother with you,”

✧ His words were meant to hurt you as much as you hurt him, and when he notices the pain in your eyes, he’s satisfied… until he’s not. Until that annoying tingling feeling lingers under his skin as he watches your eyes brim with tears. The tingling feeling that pulled on the tendons of his heart any time you cried was crawling under every inch of his body. “Oh please, do not start with the tears,” he groaned in annoyance, but the salty tears were already streaming down your puffy cheeks. Despite this, he didn’t move an inch to comfort you, but watched you as you cried for a couple of minutes until he released an exasperated sigh. “Why? Why do you care so much for those people when all they have done is hurt you?” He asks with irritation, referring to your clan members who’ve hurt you in the past. He has said something out of line, and you argued with him about it, which ended you two up here.

✧ “Because we should be better people than them. Violence should never be the answer,” you sniffle with clenched fist, “But that is something you seem to never stop thinking about,” you admit, trying to hold in your tears. You didn’t want to keep crying like this in front of him. You wanted to be strong, “And if you think I am such a burden, then why keep this ring on my finger—,” you were surprised when his fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you from taking off the ring he had gifted you the night he proposed, “Because I know who I married. The same nagging woman I am with now, is the same nagging woman I fell in love with. If I had any regrets of marrying you, you would be back in your clan,” he scoffs and pulls your head to his chest with an annoyed expression “I love you, you stupid woman,” to any other person, your relationship might’ve seemed strange, but to you, this moment showed you just how much he truly loved you. Even if he has weird ways of showing it.

Shisui Uchiha

✧ Wait, he didn’t quite hear you well. Wait, what did you say? He turned towards you with a raised brow, his mouth slightly parted as he tried to figure out if you had said what he thought you said. Noticing his lost expression, you had no choice but to repeat yourself, much to your annoyance “I hate you,” this time, he did hear you. Loud and clear. To him, it felt like he took hours to respond to you, but in reality, his answer left his mouth almost immediately, “No you don’t,” It wasn’t meant to be cocky, it just sounded like it was. At least, to you it sounded cocky, and it made you even angrier with him. It annoyed you that he never took you seriously, “Oh, so now you think you know how I feel, do you?” you spat at him, hands clenching into tight fists as your eyes locked intensely, “You never care about anything! You come home and sleep and don’t even have time for me. I know you have a hard job, and I don’t expect you to be there at my beck and call, but at least asking me how I am would be enough,” you stressed, waving your arms frantically around you in desperation. You had been like this all week, stressed and unable to talk to anyone, because the only person you could ever rant and banter about things that bothered you in life was barely there for you, and when he was, it was like he wasn’t! He would barely listen to you anymore, and would expect you to listen to him. And you did, you always did. But you wanted something in return, and that was a sliver of his attention.

✧ “You're telling me you hate me over something so little?” he asks with furrowed brows, making you even more annoyed, “Over something so little?” You repeated through gritted teeth. His face, for once, contorted into one of annoyance, something you had never seen on him before, “Yes! Little! Because you know how my line of work is! You know that I barely have time to sleep, let alone waste my time with useless banter!” You were left speechless, standing in front of him with hurt eyes. “Yeah, useless. You’re right. Because my feelings don’t matter,” you scoff, “That’s not what I—” you interrupt him by turning away, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as realization finally hits him. You weren’t trying to waste his time, you just wanted to spend time with him. He had been so lost in his work, so busy caring for himself that he completely neglected you.

✧ “Oh darling,” he takes your hand again, a frown painting his face, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I’m just stressed out. Everything's happening so fast, and the clan isn’t helping at all.” he sighs and pulls you in towards him, engulfing you in his tight embrace, yet you didn’t say anything, “I know I’ve been neglecting you, and you deserve better. Please, let me make it up to you,” he whispers into you hair as he lowers down to kiss your head, “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t have you by my side,”

Itachi Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” you mumble under your breath as you look at your lover. No, he wasn’t your lover anymore. He had left the village years ago, leaving you behind with a broken heart and a broken image of him. He was a monster who murdered his entire clan, and even though he had left years ago, he still looked the same as when he was still in the village, with only one difference. Those eyes. Those red eyes that stared deep into your soul. They terrified you. The eyes that you once loved and cared about so much looked down at you with no emotion. They were empty. They were dark. They were hurt. “I hate you, for everything that you did,” you pushed him, backing away from him with angry eyes. His cloak told you everything you needed to know. He was part of the Akatsuki, he was the enemy now. He was a traitor, and although your words were meant to hurt him, he closed his eyes and nodded, understanding your hatred towards him. “I understand,” he says in such a soft voice. His voice that you missed so much.

✧ You didn’t understand why he came to visit you. Why come in the middle of the night to see you? Why? Why waste his breath coming back to see you when he knew you wanted nothing to do with him? Because this would be his final goodbye. There were only a handful of people Itachi cared for—Two, to be exact. His brother, and the love of his life. He knew that soon he’d perish, and this was the final time he would ever see you again. Not that it mattered. He tried not to think about it, thinking it would make things worse. It would be better if he never came to see you, but his heart got the best of him, and so he sat there at your window, looking at you for one final time.

✧ “You don’t,” you clench your fist, hurt by his mere presence, “I don’t want anything to do with you, and I will report you to the higher ups. Unless you came here to kill me, which I don’t doubt,” you were defenseless, but you wouldn’t go out without a fight. Never. You would fight until the very end, but soon you realized he wasn’t there to kill you. “I have no need for that,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “I came by my own selfishness. I don’t expect you to understand, and I accept your hatred, which I deserve,” he looks at you, red eyes burning into yours, “I simply wanted to see you for a final time,” he smiles and reaches out for you, pushing your hair out of your face, “My love,” and with that, your vision goes black as your consciousness slips away from you. You would wake up the next day tucked into your bed with a necklace tucked tightly in your hand.

Sasuke Uchiha

✧ Words never hurt this Uchiha, he was used to every awful thing anyone could throw at him. He cared too little about anything and everything, and that's what you hated the most about him. He barely cared about anything you did or said, at all times. He didn’t care how you looked because he never complimented you, he didn’t care how you acted because he barely spoke to you. You felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost, in fact, the comparison was not even close, because dating a ghost would be ten times better than this. And with every passing day of being emotionally neglected by your partner, today was no different. He was back in the village, and instead of coming to you first—to his home—he decided it was better to meet with Naruto and Sakura over seeing his wife who waited patiently everyday for him. You questioned if the ring on your finger meant anything to him at all at that moment. Despite this,

✧ When he got home, you were so happy, yet he showed no sign of interest in anything you did for him. You cooked and he ate, saying nothing about the taste of your new recipe. In fact, he seemed like he didn’t notice that you had learnt to cook a new dish just for him. Even so, you shrugged his annoying attitude off and asked about his day instead. Your question seemed to annoy the tired man as he became uninterested in mid conversation. When you asked him what was wrong, he shrugged you off. You kept questioning him until he snapped at you, telling you how you were annoying him with all your worries. This had been the final straw. You always gave everything in the relationship. You understood he wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, but it didn’t mean he could act like he didn’t care about you. Like you were nothing. The argument got heated and it ended up with you opening your mouth without thinking. “I hate you!” After your words fell out of your mouth, the room fell silent. He who had been looking away from you, had now turned his full attention towards you, “You don’t mean that, stop being dramatic,” the sight of him rolling his eyes hurt you more than it ever did. “You don’t care about anything, Sasuke. I do everything to try and please you. I could even say I live for you, but it’s never enough! You don’t take a sliver of your time to appreciate me. You think I have to be there for you whenever you need me, but can just leave whenever you want!” you yell, hitting the wall in frustration.

✧ “You don’t care about me! You don't love me anymore!” you were in a current state of pure anger, letting out everything you ever wanted to say to him. This makes him stand up and walk towards you, taking your wrist in his hand. You look up at him, tears of frustration prickling in the corner of your eyes. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t have married you. You mean a lot more to me than you think. I… I’m sorry if I don’t show it,” he sighs, “I love your cooking, I love your stories—I love hearing about everything that happened throughout your day. You’re the only thing I can think about when I’m away,” he lets go of your wrist and places a hand on your cheek, “Don’t hate me, because you’re the only important thing in my life. You’re my wife, and I…” he stops himself, trying to build the courage to complete his sentence. A small blush decorates his cheeks before he sighs, “I care for you a lot,” your husband wasn’t perfect, but you still loved him a lot, and you knew he loved you too.