vilelittlestar

b ◦ 30◦ enfp-t ◦ they/them

[hinatabestie]

da lovers

[adhdnojutsu]

Shisui & Itachi, Kishimoto's accidental Romeo & Juliet.

Background referenced more than planned because I really want to master this aesthetic and lacked the confidence to stray far, so by way of compensation, I subscribed to the original artist's fanbox: https://kgt1125.fanbox.cc/

[raisinbunn]

shisui certified loverboy

[goldzweige]

[arvinchou17]

😗

[tobidei]

anyways happy pride

[yowyowyaoi]

Deidara finding out about Tobi’s real identity. And Tobi knows that he found out and is fully prepared to kill him to prevent his secret from getting out.

But Deidara just.

Doesn’t give a flying f*ck.

“What you do on your own time is your own business, Uchiha, hm. Just stop getting in the way of my art, okay?”

And Obito is surprised, relieved … and highly suspicious. He thinks Deidara is just throwing up smoke to throw him off and when the time is right he’s going to find some way to “out” Obito.

So he does what he does best: he starts spying on the blonde. Eavesdropping on all of his conversations. Trailing him when he’s away from the base with any of the others.

Obito listens and spies for weeks, but … Deidara never says a word. Never even comes close to it. So Obito’s relief grows more genuine. But so does his disappointment.

What do you mean Deidara just doesn’t care?

What do you mean that the biggest secret that anyone has ever uncovered anywhere doesn’t even register with this skinny blonde guy?

Pretty soon Disappointment turns to Indignation, and Desperation.

Wait a sec!, he thinks, Deidara only knows me as goofy Tobi thus far! He has no idea about what I can actually do!

So when they’re alone together away from the others, Obito makes very hard attempts at impressing Deidara. Breaking out his arsenal of jutsus, flexing his sharingan and kamui, phasing through walls, showing off his insane combat skills …

Nothing.

Not a peep, not a nod, no acknowledgment, nothing. Deadass nothing.

And Obito is going out of (what’s left of) his mind. Could it be that he’s NOT as great as he thinks he is? That everything he’s trained so hard to achieve, his accomplishments, everything he’s been striving for, for the past ten years … all amounts to a hill of beans?

So he works even harder at impressing Deidara.

Deidara … who actually is very impressed with Obito’s abilities. Flabbergasted, really. But he’ll never, ever tell him that.

Because somebody has to be the top dog in what’s sure to become one fiery relationship, and it sure as hell ain’t gonna be this goofy mask-wearing weirdo.

[devildanya]

he's a bit shy

[tobidei]

ka-ching

[rafalopesart]

[incorrecttobideiquotes]

[joltai-showa]

tobidei (it was deidara who blew them up):

[karameru-ka]

A little something for Obidei week 2025 💖

[doubtfulfan]

im obsessed with those guys recently ohmygod.

[rainpeacetea]

If I was in the aftg universe I would have started rumours of how the foxes sacrificed Seth to the Exy gods to win the championships. In fact, I’m surprised no one else has done it.

[malekyla-001]

This is so cute, I love this trio, it's a shame Nora changed her mind about making this ship canon. (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

[viiiiiliiiii]

the first time Neil got overwhelmingly turned on by the thought that he wanted Andrew like that—under him. hovering over him during yet another drawn-out makeout session, he found himself staring far too long at how Andrew looked lying beneath him: his breath uneven, lips swollen and reddened from kisses standing out against his pale skin, now faintly flushed with heat; his pupils blown wide, and that look, just for a second, slipping out of control, giving in to the pull of desire. all of it hit Neil at once, sharp and undeniable, tightening low in his body as he realized something important: he didn’t want to bring Andrew to that state with kisses alone. he wanted to do it with his body, with his movement—wanted to make Andrew lose himself the way Andrew did to him. and Andrew noticed. or more accurately, felt it—when his hand drifted lower, close to Neil’s groin, ready to offer help like he always did. that’s when Neil snapped back to himself, catching his wrist. “Don’t. Ignore it,” he muttered (easier said than done). because he knew he wouldn’t, and more importantly, he had no right to be the one to start that conversation. Instead, he just lowered himself beside Andrew, burying his face in the curve of his neck, trying to steady his breathing, trying to force away the images in his head—images where Andrew was gasping just like this, but because of his thrusts.

In the end, he gave in, letting Andrew take him in hand—shamefully imagining, in place of Andrew’s rough grip, something else entirely.

[viiiiiliiiii]

would Neil feel ashamed of wanting Andrew like that? would he remember Aaron’s words and start winding himself up again—those comparisons, that he was like Drake? no, that was ridiculous. he would never hurt Andrew.

but what about the other part—that he just wanted to fuck him, to play with him…? deep down, Neil understood where Aaron’s words came from—fear for his brother. and he knew they didn’t truly apply to him. he didn’t want Andrew just for his own pleasure. he wanted to show him that it could be just as good, just as safe, as what Andrew gave him. but only if Andrew is the first to think of it and the first to suggest it. but Neil thought of it first. how embarrassing.

but what would Andrew think if he knew the real reason behind it—behind the way Neil got hard? not because they were kissing, not because Andrew’s hands had found his waist again, but because, for the first time, Neil had crossed that invisible line in his own head—and couldn’t stop himself. knowing Andrew’s trauma, and still not managing to hold back that surge of want—something that had no right to surface until Andrew himself allowed it. and instead, he’d just… exposed himself like that? given in? shown weakness, disregard for Andrew’s pain? that's not right. he has no right to think of Andrew that way, knowing what he's been through.

like…what is he supposed to say to someone for whom the very idea of being underneath someone is tied to trauma? “So, I kind of imagined fucking you… when I saw you under me.” brilliant. two triggers in one sentence. good job, Neil.

would he be ashamed to admit the truth? probably—yes. for a long time. months, at least. until Andrew was the one to bring it up first—until he was the one to say he wanted to let Josten take the top.