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[nobodyspuppe]

the thing about ai witch hunt is that instead of spreading awareness about why and how ai can be harmful, people focus their energy on harassing other people instead. so instead of actually achieving something, fandom space and the internet as a whole just became twice as toxic because people have found a ✨noble way✨ to tell other people to off themselves and get praises for it. you’re not helping. you’re part of the problem

[kayleeeknee]

"x reader" then proceeds to add a name??? Like who the fuck is Sarah???

[chastiefoul]

nanami had to work overtime today.

unfortunately that also meant he had missed his wife’s nightly yap session in which you talked his ear off about everything but also nothing — mundanity that nanami insisted was a necessary part of his day.

so instead what welcomed him that day after a late shower was his adorable, sleepy love of his life, five blinks away from slumber as you patted the empty spot beside you, rushing the blond to lie down.

nanami heart swelled two times bigger, the exhaustment that had seeped deep within his bones slowly melted away as he embraced you, filling his entire body with warmth that he knew only you could provide.

“hi there,” he greeted softly, kissing the side of your temple. you hummed a response, the steady beat of his heart lulled you deeper into a dazed state, barely hanging on to your conciousness. “how was your day?” he whispered, couldn’t help but wanting to be in your presence a minute longer. the man had an entirely wrong idea if he thought the comforting low rumble of his voice helped you be awake at all.

“‘s good,” you mumbled through his shirt, the scent of his freshly laundered shirt made you sniff deeper, giddy in having him so close. then you felt his hand rubbed your side, his thumb rubbed a spot just under the curve of your chest.

unexpectedly, nanami started to sprinkle little kisses across your shoulder blade. you let out a low chuckle as his breath ghosted the side of your neck. “stay up a little more for me? missed your voice,” he breathed, resting his head there.

you tried to open your eyes once and stared at him, as he flashed the sweetest smile. “there’s my pretty wife.”

“your flirting won’t get me any less sleepy, silly man.”

“worth a try, don’t you think?” he relented easily, fully under the impression that he will never force you to sacrifice your rest for his selfish deed.

you did not even realize that your eyelids had closed themselves, nanami’s voice sounded like as though you were underwater. and the last thing you registered as he felt like audibly further was a kiss to your nose.

nanami narrowed his eyes affectionately, chuckling to himself as he held his entire world. “sleep tight, love. but you still owe me a talk about how your day went, okay?” he said, to no one particulary as you’re already off to the dreamland.

but it was a small matter, he’ll remind you again tomorrow. and the day after that too.

[tobis-recs]

SCRUMPTIOUS

[emizsc]

fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

notes: established relationship, lowercase implied, fluff & crack, reader is just a silly girl, megumi is whipped for his girlfriend, suggestive for like 3 seconds (just kissing), papa!gojo implied

“hi pookilicious,” you hum, batting your eyelashes at the raven haired boy. “never call me that again.” “you don’t think it’s cute? i like it.” megumi feels a headache incoming as he pulls you into his dorm room. “thought you were sleepy; isn’t that why you wanted a nap date?” you press a kiss to his cheek before jumping like a flying squirrel onto his bed, “it was just an excuse for you to let me in here.” he huffs at you, “i would have let you in, even if you didn’t ask.” “i know pookilicous, now c’mon, i wanna cuddle.”

“do you think this one’s cute snookums?” you hold up a white frilly top that was actually really cute… but megumi physically writhed at the petname. “i think it’d look good on you.” you cringed once looking at the price tag, “it’s 38 dollars.” megumi shrugged mindlessly, “i have gojo’s card. i swear he likes you more than me, so he won’t question anything.” “oh i thought that was obvious… but thank you snookums!!!” you held the shirt by placing its hanger on your index finger. you blinked once and it was gone. “say that again and you’re gonna pay with your nonexistent money.”

“pleaseee lovebug i need you to tutor me on this. i actually think my brain has been deep friend.” megumi felt a blood vessel pop in his head. despite that, he was taking out the respective textbooks and what not. you coo at him in a teasing tone, “aww my lovebug is so sweet to me.” “i’m actually gonna chuck a textbook at your head y/n.”

a small whimper left your lips— god you tasted so good. megumi dragged his hands along your sides, all the while sliding his tongue into your mouth just to pull away, teasing you. you looked at him with half lidded eyes, reconnecting your lips in a feverish manner. your hands raked through his navy hair, and you felt the grip of his hands on your waist grow even tighter. he pulled away with a smirk, noticing the shortness in your breath. he flipped the two of you over so that you comfortably laid on the bed while he was on his forearms, hovering above you. “so eager pretty girl.” you bring your hands down to his biceps, squeezing lightly. “just want you so bad, sugar-booger.” megumi sat up and his face dropped in an instant. he pressed his lips together tightly, raking a hand through his hair. “you’re actually gonna kill me one day.”

“you look nice… sweetcheeks.” you cocked your head back despite already looking at megumi through the mirror the two of you stood infront of. “what the eff did you just call me.” you say with furrowed brows, staring up at the poor boy. “i just wanted to play along with you! if i do it, it’s suddenly so wrong?” you bite back the laugh that’s threatening to fall from your lips any second now. he sighs (out of relief) realizing that you weren’t actually disgusted by him. “but i wasn’t playing about the other part. you look really pretty,” he mutters softly. you flash him a toothy grin, placing a hand on his cheek before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “and you’re so handsome— my amazing, wonderful, sexy, boyfriend!” he mirrored your smile, going in for a longer kiss, “i’d take that over bug-a-bear or whatever you said a couple days ago.”

you snorted at his words, “okay now let’s go! we haven’t gone on a dinner date in weeks!!” he took your hand, intertwining it with his before squeezing three times, “okay, my sweet, beautiful, headache of a girlfriend.”

notes: can i have a megumi in my life, please and thank you.

[tobis-recs]

I Live for Megumi fics

[yujisdreamgirl]

boxer boyfriend yuji who asks you for good luck kisses before a match. he’s not going into one without them, he even almost cancelled one of his matches because you were late. (his manager scolded him for that)

boxer boyfriend yuji who looooves being pampered by you. all time champion, yuji itadori, sitting slouched on the seat as you caress his tears away. if only his opponents could see what made him weak, maybe they’d get a chance to win for once

boxer boyfriend yuji whose motivation to finish the match is knowing you’re watching him at that moment. he’s always has that “go big or go home” mindset. despite him not minding to go home to you, he’d rather bring home the trophy then go straight to you.

boxer boyfriend yuji who, once he wins his match, runs over to you and kisses you. all that sweat is disgusting, but that joyous look on his face makes you ignore it all.

“baby! i won! did you see me? this is all because of you, i love you so much”

boxer boyfriend yuji who makes sure he doesn’t accidentally lash out on you. the last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. no matter how many times you reassure him that you’d never be afraid of him, he still wants to give you the best.

boxer boyfriend yuji who leans over to hear what you’re saying when you’re both in public. it makes you blush, and he doesn’t understand why but he keeps doing it anyway!

boxer boyfriend yuji who was actually soooo cute when he first started crushing on you. you were both in high school and he was scribbling stuff on a piece of paper but quickly crumpling it and throwing it in the bin. he groans into his notebook but as he looks up, he accidentally yelps as he sees you sitting in front of him.

“whatcha doin’?” you smile

“uhh.. i uhh.. uh, n-nothing.”

later on in your relationship, he tells you he was actually writing down a confession letter for you🥹 he knows how much you love handwritten letters, but he just couldn’t do it! he ended up expressing his feelings verbally because he was scared you’d reject him. (you wouldn’t, though. you had a serious crush on him too:3)

boxer boyfriend yuji who was your first everything: first crush, first date, first kiss. it’s refreshing to know you were each other’s first in everything!

boxer boyfriend yuji who was a cutie patootie growing up. now, he’s still cute! but adding onto that, he’s now that rough, tough and lean man practically the size of a beanstalk🙈 everyone is always amazed at how you do so well with him. (little do they know he’s still that soft-hearted boy deep down)

[tobis-recs]

Yuji my beloved

[belit0]

This is incredibly specific so feel free to ignore me. 😘 Would you mind writing hcs for Itachi with an s/o who was pregnant but didn't find out until the day he killed his clan off? And he didn't find out until he snuck into their house just to see them again while they were asleep the first time he came back to the village. And maybe his s/o wakes up and is still very much in love with him and tells him about his kid?

If you do decide to toss this, I still love your writing and hope you have a wonderful day!

No ignoring! Sometimes (very often I must admit) I take my time to respond, and although late, it always happens. So here we go!

He never meant to come back.

It was foolish—no, reckless—to even step foot inside Konoha again, but the pull was unbearable. Like an ache woven into his very bones, a longing so deeply ingrained that ignoring it became impossible. He only meant to look, to confirm that she was alive, breathing, existing beyond the bloodstained past he had left behind.

He never expected this.

Her house is smaller than he remembers, tucked away in a quiet corner of the village, untouched by time or war. The same curtains sway against the open window, the scent of chamomile tea and lavender drifting in the air, as it always did when she was still his.

She sleeps curled on her side, chest rising and falling in a soft, rhythmic motion, utterly unaware of the shadow standing in her doorway. Moonlight spills across her features, and for a fleeting moment, Itachi allows himself to feel. To imagine a life where he had never walked away, where he had never—

Then he sees it.

A small, sleeping form beside her, tiny and peaceful, half-hidden beneath the blankets.

His breath stops.

For a long, excruciating moment, his mind refuses to process what his eyes are showing him. He stares, unblinking, heart hammering against his ribs, and-

No.

No, it’s not possible.

And yet, as his gaze roves over the child’s face, as he notes the shape of their small nose, the curve of their jaw—he knows. The realization slams into him like a kunai to the chest, sharp and merciless, ripping apart every carefully constructed wall he had built around himself.

A child.

His child.

The air leaves his lungs in a quiet, barely-there exhale. His fingers tighten against the fabric of his cloak as something unnameable, something he has not allowed himself to feel in years unfurls in his chest.

He wants to move closer, needs to, but his body betrays him, rooted in place by the sheer weight of this discovery.

And then, she stirs.

He watches, helpless, as her lashes flutter open, as her body shifts ever so slightly, until her eyes meet his.

For a single, fragile moment, there is nothing but silence.

Then—

-…Itachi?

Her voice is barely above a whisper, raw with disbelief, with something dangerously close to hope. She pushes herself up on her elbows, blinking rapidly, as if afraid he will disappear if she looks away.

He should leave. He must leave.

But he doesn’t.

He stands there, immobile, as she rises from the bed, as she step closer, the distance between the two shrinking with every hesitant breath. He does not flinch when she reaches for him, fingers ghosting over his sleeve as if testing whether he is real.

And then, softly, brokenly, she says it.

-You have a son.

His entire world tilts on its axis.

The words land like a blade to the heart, sharp, irreversible, and everything inside him stills. The years of discipline, of cold, unshakable control... It all unravels in an instant.

-…When?- His voice is hoarse, barely above a breath.

She swallows, fingers tightening against the fabric of his cloak. -I didn’t know,- she admits, voice thick with emotion. -not until the night you— She falters, and he knows what you mean. -the night he killed them all. I— Her gaze flickers to the child still sleeping soundly, unaware of the storm raging between her. -I couldn’t tell you. You were gone.-

Gone.

Gone, and yet here he is, standing before her, a man who does not belong to this life anymore. A man who has condemned himself to a path that has no place for love, for family, for—

His child.

His breath shudders. He forces himself to look, to really look at the small body curled beneath the blankets, to take in the tiny hands, the soft hair, dark, like his own.

A part of him. Left behind without his knowledge.

A part of him that should not exist, and yet—

-I didn’t tell anyone,- she continues, softer now, as if afraid speaking too loudly will shatter the fragile moment between them. -No one knows. Just me.-

And now, him.

The weight of it is suffocating, but he cannot move. Cannot breathe, cannot think.

She searches his face, desperate, looking for something... Anything. -Say something,- she whispers.

He doesn’t know what to say.

Because this was never meant to happen.

Because he should not have come back.

Because the child sleeping mere feet away is the one thing in this world he cannot have.

But she is still looking at him, still waiting, and despite everything—despite the agony tearing him apart from the inside out—he cannot deny her this.

So he reaches out.

Slowly, hesitantly, his fingers brush against her cheek, the first touch in years, the first time he has allowed himself the selfishness of feeling her beneath his hands. Her breath hitches, and for a brief, fleeting moment, he allows himself to imagine—

A different life.

One where he never left.

One where he could kneel beside the bed, trace his fingers over his son’s small hands, press a kiss to her forehead, and whisper:

I am here.

But that life does not belong to him.

So instead, he lingers—just for a second longer. A second too long.

And then, with the gentlest touch, he pulls away.

Her eyes widen. -No—

-It’s better this way.- His voice is soft. Resigned.

She shakes your head, hands clutching at his cloak, as if she can hold him here, keep him from slipping away like a ghost in the night. -Itachi—

-I should not have come.

A lie.

He had to come.

She doesn’t let go. -Stay.-

His heart clenches.

He cannot.

Instead, he does the only thing he can do.

He memorizes.

The shape of her lips. The warmth of her hands. The faint, lingering scent of chamomile and lavender. The steady rise and fall of his child’s breath.

And then—

He vanishes.

[tobis-recs]

Not me screaming stay

[baekhyoris]

Your recent Neji fic is amazing! Could you write something along the lines of aftercare with Neji or just fluff in general. Thank you💖

and baby i just melt away ʚɞ neji hyuga

wc: 1.0k words

warning(s): none!

author's note: aww tysm anon!! i'm glad you enjoyed it. i really leaned in on the fluff and i ended up forgetting about the aftercare lol my bad. really sorry this took so long, i've been sick the past few days. i hope you enjoy🩵

ao3 version

“you don’t have to do this.”

neji leans into your touch—almost imperceptibly so—as you take a seat at the bed’s edge. his usually steadfast demeanor gives way to fatigue, his voice tinged with weariness. after leading a team of shinobi through a grueling two-week mission, you can sense that he’s more inclined to follow your lead for once. and you intend to stretch this fleeting opportunity into a comforting reprieve.

“it’s okay,” you respond without hesitation, planting a kiss on his temple. “let me take care of you.”

with delicate precision, your fingers work through his hair, separating it into neat sections. the smooth comb glides through the soft strands, untangling the knots that have accumulated. you all but point out how his hair gets tangled so easily, tease him for the long, careful hours he spends brushing it.

but as you watch him sink deeper into relaxation, his features softening, your chest fills with a warm fondness that spreads to the rest of your body. his eyes flutter closed. the tension in his shoulders gradually dissipates, and a soft sigh of contentment escapes his lips, breaking the comfortable silence.

and gods, this may be the sweetest thing you’ll have the privilege of seeing.

as the sun sets, a vibrant mix of red and orange hues paints the sky, with sunlight streaming through the window and casting shadows. you gently place the comb down and run your fingers through his hair; his spine tingles. moving down, your hands apply firm, but gentle pressure to his temples, rubbing steady circles. after such extensive use of his byakugan, his head must be aching.

“i missed you,” you breathe, puckered lips touching the top of his head. pausing in your massage, you take his hair tie and put his hair back into its usual low ponytail before continuing. a glinting mirth dances in your eyes when he fully melts into your touch, a soft moan slipping from his lips.

neji hums in response, more intent on focusing on the way your fingers eliminate the pulsing throb that has been wracking his head ever since he returned home. the intimacy makes him feel like he’s floating, an all-encompassing peace that settles deep into his bones, a deep-seated calm that he’s always sought.

it’s something so simple, and yet it makes his heart race in his chest. perhaps it’s the knowledge that you love him so much you would dote on him in such a way. or maybe it’s the way you make him feel so vulnerable with just your touch and a few whispered words. but regardless, it’s an intoxicating combination of love and affection that makes him want to repay you and make you feel the same heady mix that makes his head spin.

the faint remnants of incense fill the air and the sun soon gives way to the moon. turning to face you, neji moves to sit next to you, one hand cradling your cheek and the other one holding your waist. without a word, he places a tentative kiss on the center of your forehead, trying to let it speak to the unspoken words that always sit at the tip of his tongue.

to the fact that you have carved a place deep into his heart.

emboldened by the responding hum from you, his lips trail down to the tip of your nose, gentle like the slap of a butterfly’s wings. you look at him through half-lidded eyes, anticipation thrumming through your veins, your fingers gripping the fabric of his loose shirt. his forehead rests on yours, the scant distance between you making you acutely aware of his breath that tickles the top of your lips. his gaze carries a quiet intensity as he takes you in and you find yourself falling deep into his stormy, iridescent gaze.

only neji can draw out such sparks from you. only he can make you so weak from a single look.

and when you close the distance, your eyes finally flutter closed and your skin tingles with a want that only grows with each press of his mouth. his lips feel soft, almost pillowy against your own. a faint moan escapes as bittersweet notes of green tea flood your senses when your tongues touch.

what was once a sweet kiss quickly spirals into one of fervency. the hand that’s on your cheek moves to your hair, fingers tangling within the strands and pulling you in closer. as if he didn’t want any space to come between you. neither of you stays separated for long, quickly being drawn back to his lips.

again. and again. and again.

it’s an impassioned push and pull, one that makes you crave more of him. your arms wrap around his neck as you push him onto the bed, noses bumping and teeth clicking as you settle on top of him. your fingers lightly tugging on his hair pulled a light groan from his lips; it ignited every nerve ending, making you want nothing more than to coax more of those sweet sounds from him.

more. the word echoes in your head like a chant, growing ever louder with every lip-flex and muffled moan from both of you.

but as quickly as it comes, the moment cools. with great reluctance, neji pulls away, cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling with each pant. usually sharp and almost all-seeing, his eyes are unfocused, staring past you as he regains his composure. as you lay your head on the crook of his neck, you allow the calm to wash over you like a wave and relish in the warmth of his body beneath you.

neji pulls you down so that you’re laying on your side, now face-to-face. his fingers brush away the stray tendrils of hair away from your face, a tender smile curving at the corners of his kiss-swollen lips.

“i love you,” he says after minutes of blissful stillness. taking hold of your hand, he brings it to rest on his heart, letting you feel the effect you have on him.

a lazy grin brightens your features. you gently squeeze your intertwined hands. “love you too.”

the rhythmic beat of neji’s heart against your palm has you closing your eyes and the song of the wind chimes in the distance lulls you into a peaceful sleep.

[obito-in-disguise]

Hiiii i luv ur writing and was wondering if you could write some obito flufff he is my fav and there's barely anything written for him 😩

Hiii. I know right? We need more Obito fics ASAP. In the meantime, please indulge in this cute first date fic.

| When can we do this again? |

First date with Obito

The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, scattering golden patches of light along the quiet path.

You and Obito strolled side by side. His steps uneven, landing clumsily under the weight of his anxiety.

Obito wiped his palms against his pants for what felt like the hundredth time.

He still couldn’t quite believe he’d scored a date with you. Yet his mind was plagued with thoughts about all the ways the day could go wrong.

He had once dreamed of treating you to an extravagant meal at a fancy restaurant, but you’d gently insisted on something simple, a lovely walk under a warm, forgiving sun.

And so here you both were, taking a stroll in the park with the aroma of fresh grass mingling with the summer breeze.

Glancing at you as you admired the scenery, Obito’s thoughts tumbled over themselves: I want to hold your hand so badly, but what if you pull away? What I gross you out with my sweaty palms? His inner monologue was a frantic jumble of “please don’t notice” and “please, just be normal.”

Noticing him discreetly dabbing his hands yet again, a soft smile spread across your face.

Summoning courage, you reached out and gingerly took his hand. In that instant, his grip tightened almost comically, fingers clenching in a mix of surprise and desperate hope.

“It's so nice out here. You have such good taste, Obito,” you said warmly.

“R-really? Th-thanks. N-not that I’m taking all the credit! I mean- you helped too! You insisted on something simple, so it was really all you…haha…” he babbled, internally cringing at his own clumsiness wondering why he couldn't just accept your compliment like a normal person.

You couldn’t help but giggle, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “Me? I barely did anything. The credit is all yours.”

“No way, you’re just being humble. You take it.”

“No, please, I insist.”

For a moment, the world seemed to pause in that gentle banter, and Obito visibly relaxed as the nervous tension ebbed away.

Then, with renewed energy, he suggested, “You hungry? We could grab some ice cream.”

The suggestion was innocent enough.

The thought made your eyes light up, and Obito silently noted that ice cream was indeed a perfect idea.

Before long, you found yourselves at a quaint cart. With careful deliberation, Obito chose your favorite flavor and led you to a nearby bench, both of you sharing quiet laughter and enjoying the simple delight of a cool treat on a warm day.

Just as the day seemed to be unfolding perfectly, fate took an unexpected turn. “Here we go- SHIT!”

Before either of you could react, his ice cream cone slipped from his grasp and tumbled onto your brand-new dress.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he muttered, panic threading his voice. As he scrambled to help you, he accidentally collided with you, his head meeting yours in a clumsy, painful collision.

“OW!” you cried, the sudden impact sending a shock through both of you.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” he cried, stepping back in horror. That’s when he saw it, his headband had become tangled in your hair, its shiny metal now tugging at delicate strands and ripping a few away.

“OWW Obito! just w-” you began, but in his desperation to free your hair, every tug only drew another pained cry from you.

His heart sank with each sound as he fumbled to release you from the unintended torment. Eventually, he managed to free your hair, though not without leaving a noticeable patch of missing strands.

He stood before you, chest heaving as he held the evidence of his mishap in trembling hands, a small clump of your hair.

He fights back the urge to cry. He wouldn't even blame you if you never wanted to see him again, or got a restraining order out of fear for your safety.

The walk home was filled with awkward, painful silence. Obito draped his jacket over your stained dress in a feeble attempt to hide the ice cream mess, yet nothing could conceal the large red bump on your forehead from his accidental headbutt.

He glanced at you with sorrowful eyes, watching as you rubbed the tiny bald patch in your hair in a daze, staring straight ahead into nothing.

As you both reach your doorstep, his voice finally broke the silence, laden with remorse. “I…I’m so sorry, y/n. This was a disaster, and it’s all my fault. I just wanted to treat you to a nice time, I didn't mean for any of this to happen …”

You met his gaze, snapping out of your daze. “Please don’t hate me… I really like you, and I just didn’t want to mess this up.”

He sighed, a bitter chuckle escaping as he kicked a small stone along the sidewalk. “I planned this date for weeks. I saved up every penny because I wanted it to be perfect and I still messed it up. I’m sorry, y/n. This isn’t what I had in mind at all.”

You watched him as he apologised, unable to even meet your eyes.

You weren't mad, you certainly didn't hate him. You were more embarrassed if anything.

You mind replayed his words, how he planned the date for weeks and saved up all his money. You recalled how he skipped on any hangouts that required money, and how Kakashi made a joke about how he's surviving on cup ramen.

A smile slowly returned to your face. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened in surprised delight, and for a heartbeat, his anxious thoughts were replaced hope.

“Thank you, Obito. This was… something,” you chuckle.

“You didn’t have to go through all that trouble. You’re so sweet”

His mind nearly went blank at your kindness. The fact that you chose to over look the terrible string of events that happened today and saw his efforts instead made his heart leap.

The Universe had definitely given him a second chance and he wasn't going to mess it up.

“Bye, Obito,” you said softly as you stepped into your apartment, leaving him lingering at your doorstep.

Then, right before the door closed, your voice floated back, “Oh, and Obito?”

He perked up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he shuffled closer to the door.

“I like you too.”

Obito freezes, his brain short-circuiting as you close your door with a giggle.

He waits for your footsteps to recede completely before he breaks out into a celebratory display.

That evening, Obito walks home like he was made of a million dollars, a slight skip in his step and bright grin on his face.

He headbutted me then got his necklace caught in my hair and instead of calming down, he freaked out and pulled out clumps of my hair 😭

Tiny taglist: @catlover19282

Based on a true story sadly, except I never called him back lol.

That shit hurt like hell and I still have a tiny bald spot along my hairline till this day 🥲

Feel free to check out my other Naruto Shippuden fics and more stories!

[obito-in-disguise]

| Enough for you |

Obito x reader

Obito’s eyes drank in every detail of the guy you were talking to, his well-defined, solid physique, his dazzling smile, and his flawless, scarless skin that seemed to glow in the light.

A familiar pang of envy and self-doubt clenched his chest. Looking down at his own body, he gripped the fabric of his hoodie tighter around himself, as if trying to shield his insecurities from the world.

He knows he should put an end to the ugly feeling that was bubbling up in his chest but he can't help it.

He knew he should push away the ugly feeling bubbling up inside him, but every laugh you shared with the stranger felt like a reminder of everything he believed he lacked.

The sound of your genuine amusement, cut through him. Without warning, unable to face the vulnerability of the moment, he abruptly turned and began speed-walking down the street, leaving you behind amidst the conversation.

A few seconds later, you did a double-take. Obito was no longer in the spot where you’d left him but was now striding briskly away. You quickly bid the stranger goodbye, your heart already pounding, and chased after him.

“Obito! Hey, wait!” you called, your voice echoing in the cool evening air.

He ignores you, unable to face you right now. He grimaces when you eventually catch up to him and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey what's wrong-" to your surprise, he gently moves your hand away. He watches as a look of hurt flashes accross your face but he can't help it.

He didn't want to be touched right now, not when he felt like this.

The rest of the walk home is miserable, you trail slowly behind Obito who is just desperate to get back home and bury himself in the sheets.

And that is exactly what he does as soon as he steps foot in the house, he basically flies up the stairs and dives under the covers, curling up into a ball.

God he hated the way he looked, we couldn't he be handsome just like that guy. Why couldn't he be perfect like everybody else.

He knew you told him several times that you thought he was the most handsome man you'd ever seen but he doesn't believe you. He was your partner, of course you'd say anything to placate him.

Too busy wallowing in self-reproach, he doesn't here you come in, gently shutting the door behind you.

You walk over to the suspiciously Obito shaped lump on the bed and poke it, playing dumb.

"Hmm, I wonder where my handsome, absolutely breathtaking Uchiha greek god of a man is..."

He snorts at your elaborate praise, pulling the sheets tighter over his head.

"Not here"

You always had a way of doing that, lifting him out of the deepest pits of despair he puts himself in.

You laugh, gently pulling the sheets down to reveal his sad, tired expression.

"Hey..." you say, brushing your hand over the scarred side of his his cheek.

"Hey..." He replies, freezing up when you touch his scars, his gaze anywhere but you.

"I was looking for you..."

He laughs under his breath, remembering your antics "I heard..."

"You know I'm so attracted to you right?"

He swallows, his bottom lip quivering as he glances at you.

"Obito, you're everything to me. I don't know what you did to me, but I only have eyes for you. Hm?"

You say reaching over to gently shake his shoulder, as if trying to shake your point into him.

He cracks a smile as he watches you shake him with a stern look on your face that he could only describe as cute.

"Ok ok...I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to act like that..."

You sigh in relief as the cloud of sadness around him finally lightens up. You shuffle closer to him on the bed to hug him.

"It's ok. I just want you to remember you're all I want Obito, Inside out. I love you"

In that embrace, as his arms tightened around you, Obito allowed himself to feel the truth of your words. Despite the scars, the insecurities, and the nagging self-doubt, he silently thanked the universe for bringing you into his life.

In that quiet moment, with the soft rustle of the sheets and the comfort of your presence, he finally began to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was enough.

"I love you too"

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[paranoiddreams]

Yuji having one of those mini-remote-controlled trucks that he can control from his phone so he can follow you around your house. There’s a little camera in the front so he can see your feet shuffling across the floors of your home, and keep track of where you are. If he’s at your house, he still uses it too.

He’ll put little candies and snacks in the bed of the truck then drive it across the house into your room and on your bed so he can deliver them.

You can constantly hear the little motor of the damn thing, and when you try to trap the little truck under a bin so he can’t knock into your ankles anymore, you get a million calls from him.

“Baby?! Why’d you put me in a bin?!”

“Because you keep following me Yuji! And when you bump into my legs it hurts!”

He’s pouting over FaceTime while trying to control the truck at the same time, but the little wheels aren’t strong enough to escape.

Eventually, you do let him out because of his nonstop pleading; and maybe you do miss the sound of the motor signaling to you that your sweet, sweet boyfriend is actively trying to get your attention even if he’s miles away.

Idk if this will make any sense, but idc I need to write abt this man. Based off of this adorable video I saw. It just screamed sweetheart boyfriend!Yuji to me, what can I say?

[obito-in-disguise]

hello tobi how are you doing!! could i request gojo satoru x reader where she makes some homemade sweets for him but they actually taste like ass but he acts like he likes it, and then she tries one and she’s like oh. 😐 thank you hehe!!! 💙💙

Hello S8tnn!! Sorey about your other ask, it's still in the making ⚙⚙⚙

Please Enjoy!

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| A for effort |

Reader makes sweets for Satoru.

Satoru leaned back on the couch, fidling with his blindfold absentmindedly as you walked in, a plate of homemade sweets in your hands.

The aroma was… unique, and you could see his curious gaze behind his blindfold as he tilted his head, already intrigued by whatever concoction you had created.

"I made these for you," you announced proudly, setting the plate in front of him. "I thought you'd appreciate something homemade instead of all the junk you eat." you wave your hand around.

Gojo's smile widened. "Aw, all this effort just for little old me? I'm touched."

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but couldn't help the warmth that spread through you at his words. "Just try them already!" you felt so giddy, you couldn't wait for him to try one.

He picked up one of the oddly-shaped treats, inspecting it as if it were a priceless artifact. "They say love makes everything taste better," he teased before popping it into his mouth.

The moment the sweet hit his tongue, Gojo's confidence faltered.

His grin tightened into something that could only be described as painful enthusiasm. His eyes watered behind his blindfold, but he powered through, chewing slowly as if savoring the flavor.

"Well?" you asked, leaning forward, eyes wide with anticipation, oblivious to his internal suffering.

Gojo swallowed hard, pushing the plate of sweets back with an exaggerated smack of his lips. "Wow! Absolutely… unique! I've never tasted anything like it," he said with a thumbs-up.

You narrowed your eyes. "Wait, you're not just saying that, are you?"

"Of course not!" he replied, voice high-pitched. "This is… memorable! You should open a bakery...somewhere nice and far..."

Suspicious, you grabbed one of the sweets and bit into it. Immediately, your face contorted, and your stomach churned. The texture was off, the flavor was an odd mix of bitter and overly sweet, and there was an unmistakable burnt aftertaste.

"Oh," you said flatly, staring at the rest of the plate. "This tastes awful."

Gojo let out a relieved laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. "Thank you! I thought I was losing my touch, how could I not enjoy sweets?"

He falters when he sees your dejected posture, reaching forward to place a hand on your shoulder for comfort. "You tried your best, I give you an A for effort"

You glared at him. "Why didn’t you just tell me they were bad?"

He leaned closer, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips. "Because you made them for me, and I love everything you do, even if it makes me question my existence for a moment."

You smacked his arm lightly, but your face softened at his words. "You’re a jerk"

"And you’re adorable," he quipped, popping another sweet into his mouth with a wince. "Now, let’s enjoy these delicacies together!"

He laughed as you tried to wrestle the plate away, the sound of his and your laughter filling the room. Maybe your cooking wasn’t the best, but with Gojo around, even burnt sweets weren’t so bad.

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[moncher-ire]

when i read angst where the jjk men treat us horribly so i hope y/n kills herself so they can grovel but all of a sudden i wake up and im rocking back and forth in a straight jacket in a white room inside of a insane asylum.

[tobis-recs]

I live for this kind of angst, maybe I should check out that asylum too.

[ninikrumbs]

fluff with boyfriend suguru. thats it.

boyfriendsuguru who had to come up with some lame ass reason to excuse himself when you started telling him that you were going home to your parents for Christmas.

boyfriendsuguru who's first thought was how he was going to make a good first impression to his future in laws which catches him off guard.

boyfriendsuguru who internally freaks out the moment he realized how down bad he is for you. Not expecting for his feelings to run so deep even though he shouldn't be surprise considering this was you he was talking about. A smile from you makes his weak heart stutter.

boyfriendsuguru who makes you tilt your head in confusion when he abruptly excuses himself and disappears for the rest of the day. Was it something you said? Did he not want you to spend Christmas with your family?

boyfriendsuguru who peppers soft kisses all over your sleeping face when he comes back home late from a debriefing session with Gojo. His head was now clear and resolute as he wraps his arms around your soft pliant body the melts into him once you realized it was him.

boyfriendsuguru who apologizes for disappearing so suddenly. Who doesn't beat around the bush and tells you that he wants to go spend christmas with you and your family.

"Sugu, as much as I would love nothing more." You run a reassuring hand through his silky raven hair, "I was in not in any way pressuring you to come with me. I was just informing you."

He leaned into your touch, turning his face to kiss your palm once. twice. "I know you weren't, pretty."

Smiling in relief, you tucked your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. Your breath tickles his neck making him let out a light laugh while he presses a kiss on your hairline.

His dulcet voice held a certain tenderness as he spoke, something he only ever does with you, "But I wanna go with you. I want your parents too meet their future son-in-law."

The last word surprise you, you pull back with mirthe dancing in your eyes, "Their future son-in-law, huh?"

A chuckle escapes his lips at your expression, "Well I don't have any plans to give the position to anyone else any time soon."

You blink and a giggle breaks out of you. "Good to know, Suguu."

His soft gaze then rakes over your face with so much unbridled affection that it makes you blush. His next words didn't help either, "This is it for me, princess. You're it for me." He murmurs, bringing your palm to his lips once more.

Then he pulls you closer, practically tucking you into his body, your shared warmth makes him sigh in contentment, "There's no getting rid of me anymore, you're stuck with me forever."

You smile against his chest, "Sounds perfect."

AN: just realized it was missing a paragraph 😭 edited 01.12.25

[tobis-recs]

Where can I get boyfriend Suguru please 💳💥💳💥💳💥

[chariaki]

Flower petals

Kento x reader

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

"Does he like me?" pluck 𓄼

"or like me not?"pluck 𓄼

"He likes me.. " pluck 𓄼

"He likes me not." and the flower's petals ran out. You sighed, feeling down because even the flowers think he doesn't like you anymore.

You're sitting under the shade of a big oak tree, surrounded by plucked flower petals of different colors. All of which, coincidentally, ended with "he likes me not." Curse those even numbered flowers.

You were waiting for you boyfriend, Kento Nanami. You were rather nervous because it's almost been a month since you started dating. And one particularly embarrassing incident had been replaying in your mind as you worry it might've turned him off.

You plucked another flower as you recall that memory.

It happened on your little date at a ramen restaurant. You were enjoying the big bowl of hot noodles, in fact, it was too hot. It burnt your tongue, so you had to drink water, but, somehow, when you sipped the water, your lipstick got on your teeth, so when you smiled at Nanami, a little pink smudge appeared. Nanami, being the gentleman that he is, handed you a tissue and his phone camera.

But that doesn't stop there! Afterwards, as you were enjoying your ramen, you uncontrollably let out a loud burp. A not so feminine burp. But it's okay, Nanami smiled, you thought it was out of courtesy, but really, it was a smile of fondness. He found it adorable how you could easily express yourself, whether you meant to or not.

But, dear reader, did you really think it stops there? Are you forgetting how clumsy you truly are? You should really distance youe bowl further away from you. Because when you bent down to grab your bag that fell off the chair, your head hit the table and caused the bowl to shake and spill on you.

You got yourself wet in ramen soup!

In front of your unbelievably handsome and well-composed date!

"Are you alright, yn?" Nanami went to you, crouched and helped you up. He handed you tissues, once again, and asked for a waiter to help him clean up the spill.

Luckily, your date had a jacket in which he gave to you and told you to freshen up and wait for him in the bathroom as he quickly went to the nearest stores and bought you a new blouse.

And now, here you are, a few days after, under the shades of a big oak tree, waiting for your boyfriend.

What you didn't know was he was walking towards you from behind, so he could hear and see your little shenanigans. And as you reached your last petal,

"He likes me not. Again. Of course. "

You sighed, and finally gave up on the flowers that you put so much faith in.

"Of course, silly. It's because I love you. "

You turned around, seeing Kento Nanami in all his glory, the sun resting on his face and illuminating his beautiful blonde curls, eyes so gentle, mouth turned upward.

"What were you doing, dear?" He had his eyebrows up together, eyes lit, and lips wide open into a curious smile.

"I... oh, thank you." You mumbled as you accepted the bouquet he handed you. A bouquet of your favorite flowers, in your favorite colors.

"You were asking the flowers if I liked you? What made you doubt me?" He asked, sitting down next to you.

"Doubt you? Not at all! It's me who I'm doubting. If you still liked me after what happened in the ramen shop..." You trailed off, so embarrassed that you couldn't face him.

"Did sonething happen?" He wondered, ever so softly.

"Yes? Y'know... I was so out of it..."

"Ohh! You meant your little mishaps? It's no big deal, yn. I don't mind." He chuckled, brows up in realization of what you meant, eyes crinkled, head back.

"But I troubled you and embarrassed you... "

"You weren't embarrassing. You were adorable and fun to be around. And you didn't trouble me at all, in fact, if possible, I want you to trouble me more. I want to be there and take care of you."

You looked up and there he was—tall, blonde, with eyes so soft and full of warmth, they felt like home. His smile, that sweet, lovestruck smile, made your heart skip, as if the world itself paused just to admire him.

Kento Nanami. Your boyfriend. The one who always knew how to make you feel safe, loved, and cared for.

His love was like a dream you never wanted to wake from, more beautiful than anything you could’ve hoped for. In his presence, everything felt perfect, like you were exactly where you were always meant to be.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

Long forgotten were those fallen flower petals, for the man you were asking them about already told you he loves you.

[tobis-recs]

literally giggling and kicking my feet while reading this 🤭

[suksatoru]

sukuna and you got into a fight after you had a near death experience. when you're in need of comfort—he's hostile and enraged. you're hurt tenfold and overcome with sadness after his outburst. going to bed after fighting with sukuna is a war all in itself–but one day, you'll be able to see just how hard he works to be a good lover to you. pairing: sukunaxfem!reader ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Sukuna is silent as he changes, save for the quiet grunts and sighs that leave his lips every now and then. The dim lamp lit on his side of the bed creates shards of gold that glisten and shine in his eyes, and he regards you quietly as he slips out of his formal robes and into a simple pair of pants.

He could be so mean sometimes. You were never one to take his insults to heart, they were always empty words he muttered out to mask his true feelings. You know Sukuna is bad at communication, you are all he's had and ever will have. There was no one before you, and there will be no one after you. So, Sukuna has to learn to go through all the hard stages that come packaged with a relationship alongside you.

Your back is turned to him as you lay in bed, your body tense and shoved so far towards the edge of the bed, he's sure you'll fall off if you shift even just the slightest bit. You're so desperate to stay away from him, and a small part of Sukuna's chest squeezes painfully at the sight.

He doesn't know how the argument started—you were always so level headed. He could come to you fuming, enraged from his duties and the stress he has to endure everyday—but your fingers raking through the pink tufts of his hair never failed to calm him.

Except today.

Because today—today he was mad at you.

You didn't mean to upset him, those were the words that tumbled from your lips as you weeped into his lap—begging for forgiveness. Your lashes clumped together with glistening tears, and all you wanted was to be comforted by him. But Sukuna scolded you instead, berating and belittling you with the cruelest of words that only made you cry harder by the end of the entire ordeal. He wasn't mad, he was fucking furious.

He told you to stay away from his estate's river whenever it's raining. But you ventured outside anyways, mindlessly and stupidly and almost died. He warned you how strong the currents were, told you how he'd lost so many idiot servants to the river's ruthlessness.

He thought you had died. It was the single, most terrifying moment of his entire life. Because when he pulled you out of the water, you were shaking like a leaf and your pulse was barely there. And when they took you to the medical wing, the doctors were brought to near tears as they tried to keep you alive. Because if you died, if they couldn't bring you back to consciousness safely—then Sukuna would probably kill everyone in a mile radius just from pure rage.

But you're here. Stubborn and alive, arms crossed over your chest as you curl up into a little ball. He slides under the blanket eventually, turning off the lamp as darkness finally envelops his room. The rain still goes on quietly outside, pitter pattering against his window softly.

He presses his lips onto your shoulder blades, pulling your back against his chest and frowning a little once he feels how stiff you are in his grasp. He doesn't want to speak the words—doesn't even want to acknowledge them, but he knows he has to. Or your tear stricken face was sure to haunt him and keep him awake the entire night

His lips are rough against your skin, and you let out a huff—before elbowing him, the King of Curses, in the gut.

He sucks in a hiss from between his teeth, before biting down on your shoulder in retaliation as you yelp

"You bast–"

You're turning around to tell him off, brows scrunched together and lips pulled back in a wobbly scowl, and he takes the opportunity to shut you up when his lips collide with yours

You would have expected the kiss to be rough—angry and hard and mean. But his lips brush yours gently as you pause, before his warm mouth presses softly onto yours

Sorry. He mumbles the word quietly against your lips as he wraps a single arm around your waist, turning you around and over him before securing you on top of his chest with a deep sigh. His irises are lined with a ring of ruby, and you watch him gaze at you through half lidded eyes.

The moonlight barely illuminates his face, but you can see the sheen in his eyes as he peers up at you

Thought I lost you. He murmurs when you suck in a cry, and he rubs your back whispering I know, I know.

Ryomen Sukuna wasn't gentle, no one would describe him as gentle. But the manner he's rubbing your back in has you sinking into his skin as you soak up all the comfort he offered—the one you so desperately craved.

"It was so scary. I-I was just—" And you hiccup on a sob as he coos quietly, curling his large palm around the back of your head as he presses your face into your chest, mumbling sweet nothings into your hair as his hand rubs up and down the slope of your spine

" 'm here now. Rest, you're safe with me. You know that, don't you?" He questions, and you nod, sniffling as your small hands wrap around his neck, legs locking around his waist as you breathe him in.

No, he wasn't the best at managing his emotions. He was quick to anger, and, simply put, the biggest asshole to walk the earth. But he feels. He loves and he hurts and he knows that there is only one person who can accept him and his broken heart as it is—you.

[tobis-recs]

The little fight 💀

[gingerkunoichii]

☆ Yandere Naruto Men and their Obsession with You ☆

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.

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