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second part of this art trade with @tired-lime. first part is here.

this is a soulmate au, where a person can only see color when they meet their soulmate, or in anything that the soulmate touches.

warnings: angst, this does not have a happy ending.

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Your world is grey, it has no vibrance, no saturation. It is an old saying that only those that see love can see the true colors of the world.

You wish you never did.

The first color you see is red– deep and vivid crimson, glistening as it pools on the streets, splashes on walls and drips from the wreckage.

You were assigned as an emergency back up for the Mist– a memeber of the Akatsuki was attacking, but you arrived too late. You expected to see the worst of the battle, but you didn't expect to see it tinted and saturated so vividly by colors you had never seen.

Your boring grey world was tainted by him, by the blood he spilled, by the havoc he wreaked on his path. Of all the people, you couldn't believe you were destined to love a traitor, a man that was part of Akatsuki.

Everything he touched died, and you saw the death so deeply that it crushed you.

You can get over a lost love, but how can you get over a love this cruel? This evil? You clutch your chest, feeling tears stinging in your eyes as you try, try so hard to take in the sight of everything, but it simply hurts.

And it's like being eaten alive as the years pass. You see hints of his colors every now and again on missions, but you never see a full spectrum, never a full palette because you never see the man colors your grey world with destruction.

Not until the Fourth War.

He's there, masked like a criminal, commanding beasts and killing your allies, and it's like an explosion of colors burst before your eyes. He's everywhere– In the blue of the sky, in the dark grey of the rocks, on the blue of chakra and on the silver of the moon. It's overwhelming, it's destructive.

When his orange mask finally breaks and drops, you feel your heart shattering too, because the artist behind your tainted world is just as beautiful as scarred as you.

He sees you, and his eyes– so dark and so, so mesmerizing, fall on you. And he sees all your colors, all your shades for the first time.

The artist, the criminal finally sees the weight of his crimes and he weeps. He tainted your world, filled it with destruction, and now he's about to fill his with your own. But how can he kill you now, knowing who you are?

How can he not?

What is fate to decide who he must love, to color his world when he was finally learned to find comfort in the coldness of the grey? What is fate if not a cruel game? He cannot be a lover, he cannot be a soulmate.

Obito Uchiha looks at you, and is as if, like two stars, the world collides and collapses right before your eyes. He's beautiful, stunning in his broken, twisted glory, but so, so cruel.

Love doesn't stop wars, not even the ones controlled by fate. Nothing will be fine simply because you both are soulmates, and through tears in your eyes, you both fight with intent of taking the other down– both wanting peace, both wanting the world to be better, but through contrasting ways that can't blend.

And just like that, you color the other's world– with blood, with pain, with loss.

Until you're caught by it, and suddenly the destruction before you eyes fade away, the dark painting becomes a beautiful art, the only red is of the roses on his hand and the flush on his cheeks.

"I was wondering... If you'd like to go out on a date with me?" He sounds as flustered as he look, heart beating hard against his chest, echoing loudly in his ears.

He wants to be with you so bad, he wants a chance with you so much.

You try to contain the giggle, but the joy seems to be bursting from your chest. You look at him with such a fond passion, "Yes, yes I do!"

And you repeated those words when he asked if you wanted to move in with him three years after, and he was just as nervous as when he asked you to go out with him. As if he wasn't your boyfriend, your lover.

Each day with him was a gift, and they were filled with pristine love and affection.

The warmth of his embrace, the tingling sensation his lips left on yours lingered in a way you simply could never get enough, and you could still feel it, as vividly as the first time.

So how couod that be only a dream when it felt so vividly?

And even if it was, why would anyone be so cruel as to wake up from it? Tearing the only love that you could hold away from your desperate hands like it meant nothing. You were not being saved, you were being condemned, doomed to the worst of life.

No. You don't want to stay here, you don't want this reality. You want to come back to that dream, to where you and him can be something, not enemies. You want to go back to where he can follow, to where you can hold him with your arms and where death can't reach you.

Because in this reality, he's dying before your eyes– a well deserving death, after so many lives taken.

How can you accept a reality he cannot be yours? How can you live knowing the only love that you had is something that you'll never truly get? How can you accept the cruelty of this world– of dangling this love before your eyes and taking it away right before you touch it?

But most of all... How can you forgive these people that took the only good thing you had in your life– even if it was only a dream– away from your bloodied hands?

Now you stand before corpses, before wounded comrades and a dead soulmate that will never be a lover. With colors fading like his life, you wonder how can you live in this world tainted by death when, for a moment, you had him in a world full of life.

#kage never misses #goddamn #obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito x you #obito x y/n #Obito #naruto #naruto x reader #rb.poop #naruto fanfiction #fanfiction #writing.poop

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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req: ( @konansbaby ) hey hey could i get some hcs on dating the love of my life tobi/obito

on a separate post bc it was sent throught submit <3. also I apologise in advance for the bagel analysis 😔

warnings: it's just angst, I didn't know I had this much angst trapped for this bitch, someone exorcise me 😩😔.

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just like hidan, this man is certainly a... choice to make in life. but while hidan is batshit crazy, this man is like an insane bagel with trauma as filling and anger sprinkled on top.

and like, he's gonna be nothing but bitter and angry at first, but then you're gonna bite and you're gonna be like... hey, he's actually soft inside... and also there's too much fucking trauma here, who the fuck ordered extra, holy fuck.

in short, when you manage to get past the bitterness, you'll see that he's nothing more but a man soffocated by trauma and hurt, things that lead his every step and he himself can't see he's walking with anchors tied at his feet.

he's so used to the misery, to destruction being the only end to this pain, that when he finally had you he's... he breaksdown. he thought his life would only take him to a single place, thought that until he'd reach that point, he'd only know pain, but you are like salve into burnt flesh, the first taste of something good he's had in so many years.

you are the only thing he couldn't predict or control, and for the first time in so long, he remembers how good it was to feel to want to be alive, for nothing more than to live, and to love.

the way he treasures you, the way he cares for you and touches you like at any second you could break or vanish before his eyes, it makes your heart ache.

he has a plan to follow, but can he risk your life to see it to the end? the life that tortured him, finally was kind enough to guarantee him one intake of breath. was he willing to lose you too, to avange and pursue what was already lost?

those are thoughts that torment his mind, keep him awake at night as he watches you sleep, so peacefully, beside him. even in your sleep, you reach and cling to him. and it is so wicked that, right at this point in life, he found someone to love and to stay.

he loves you with half a heart, and you can feel it in his kisses. in the way he says he can't stay, but also hesitates to leave. but he always come back, as if tied to a leash, or better put, a lifebuoy that keeps him from drowning back to the darkness of his past, and future.

you love him so tenderly, touch him with a gentleness he never thought he'd feel in his life, not after killing the obito he was, and he felt so undeserving of your love, but this once, he wanted to be selfish.

he loves you from a distance, coming for a night, sometimes a week, and disappearing for a month, as if trying to fight back his love. but he always loses, because he's always back, at your porch, waiting for you to tell him he can come in, that he is welcome.

sometimes you are on your own missions, and those are the times he hates the most. he craves to see you, needs to know you still haven't given up on him, but you're not there, qnd he fears you might never come back. the thought of losing you forever is enough to make this man collapse. he's already lost so much.

he only calms down when he sees you again, you are bruised and sore from the mission, and it's obito that takes cares of you, is his fingers that clean up and sew up your wounds, it's his careful hands that patch you up and it is his lips that kiss your lips and, with a heavy voice, confess his love.

it is the first time he's uttered those words to you, it is the first time you realize this thing... that your love was mutual, and not used and wasted.

and it is also the time obito finally has the answer that silences, for now, the storm in his mind.

no revenge and illusion would ever be good enough as to be worth risking you.

#obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito x you #obito x y/n #Obito #kage never misses #naruto #naruto x reader #rb.poop #writing.poop #trauma bagel

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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hate when men are like “we have to keep our emotions inside 💔” everyones supposed to do that u freak

#rb.poop

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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#they tearin ur pussy up on tumblr dot com #I didn’t mean it like that #u get the point #rb.poop #twitter #DAP

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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Swap!

6th prompt of Smutember 2020

Disclaimer: 18+ obviously; smut, duh, obviously; explicit; oral;

Length: roughly 1.3k;

Fandom: Naruto AU

Hatake Kakashi x Reader

Taglist: @tlacjutsu I kinda fulfilled that promise earlier, oops >.>

Packing a suitcase takes about 2 or 3 hours, but packing the entirety of the things you own takes a lot more than that. Although, you couldn’t agree more on the fact that it had been a hell of a night. You were going to move in with your boyfriend the next day. Packing all those things made you feel like you were closing a chapter, on the verge of starting a new one.

The thought that roamed yours and your boyfriend’s mind was that you will be living together from now on. As in anticipation of the thrill of being together all the time, both of you got a little nasty. Mostly dirty talking, or you pretending it got too hot in the room and you utterly had to take some pieces of clothing off. The times when you “accidentally” brushed against his lower part, or the times when you stole kisses from him when he least expected it, or the times you bent down to pick something, they all added by the minute and it was already almost 4am when the two of you managed to zip close the last bag.

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#kakashi hatake #kakashi #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #naruto fanfiction #Naruto #fanfiction #rb.poop #writing.poop #notsfw.poop

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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hopes up

Disclaimer: angst; rejection; fake dating; abuse mentioned; feelings hurt; sarcasm; sex mentioned; blowjob mentioned; kissing mentioned; surfer AU; Kakashi mentioned. Fandom: Naruto Pair: Obito Uchiha x fem!reader Word count: 1.8k

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“You got someone looking for ya’,” Kakashi told Obito when they met on the staircase.

Baffled, Obito stopped with a foot above the next stair.

“Did you leave someone alone in our apartment?”

“Chill out, she’s a common friend. Besides, I saw you from the balcony entering the building,” Kakashi justified and got out of his friend’s sight.

A “she” common friend? If it was Rin, he would’ve said so, Obito thought to himself as he arrived by the door. He left the surfboard in the hallway and advanced, searching for the guest.

“Hello?” He announced his presence.

“Obito, hi!”

You never liked Obito. Not once. Well, maybe he scared you a little – the way he looked, especially. You didn’t hate him per se, but you did reject him when he tried to ask for your number once at a party. Some time later, you befriended Kakashi and only after, you learned Obito was not only one of his best friends, but a surfer as well and his flat mate.

“Hi? Kakashi just left, saying you were waiting for me. What do you want?”

“I just came by to say hi,” you lied.

“Sure,” he passed by you as if you weren’t even in his house.

On his way to wash his hands, he shouted.

“Come on, I have other things to do. Say what you want or need from me.”

It sounded like he was kicking you out of the house, but the purpose of your little visit was more important than keeping your decency untouched.

“I need your help with something, please,” you admitted, leaning against the bathroom door, hearing him take off the surfing suit.

“What is it? Stop stalling.”

Obito hoped that his antipathy towards you was clear, even though he was faking it. Yes, you hurt his feelings when you rejected him, but he couldn’t really blame you for the way he looked and for his reputation. The way you continued to ignore him, though, that’s what got him to feel awkward in your presence. And now, you were in his house, asking for his help in that voice he couldn’t push out of his mind. Once more, he left you in the hallway and disappeared into the kitchen. You followed suit, tried to ignore staring at his naked chest, and finally spoke your mind.

“Could you please come with me to a beach party and pretend you’re my boyfriend?”

Obito froze in front of the open fridge. He peeked over his shoulder at you, then continued his search for sandwich ingredients.

“No.”

Your worst fear just came to life. You chewed on your bottom lip waiting for him to turn around so you could use the puppy eyes. However, he avoided interacting with you further.

“I’m sorry, Obito, for our first meeting. I shouldn’t have been that harsh. You’re a nice guy,” you whispered, fidgeting.

“Hm, you think so?” He asked, with no eye contact as he assembled a sandwich on the kitchen counter.

He was a hundred percent sarcastic, but you couldn’t back away. You needed him.

“I do… I do, it was wrong of me. I just really need someone to come with me.”

“Did Kakashi refuse you or what?”

“I didn’t ask him.”

“Why not? You’re friends.”

“That’s exactly why. Nobody would believe Kakashi and I are dating.”

“M, so you decided to ask the weird looking guy who nobody likes and a lot fear. What for?”

“You’re not weird looking…”

“Cut the crap, I don’t need your compliment, nor your pity. Just tell me the real reason.”

This time, he sounded angrier. He even looked angrier when he snapped his head at you. You sighed and kept your head low, not sure what to do not to upset him more. Maybe if you worked your charms on him, he would fall prey like that time when he came to you on his own. Carefully, you closed the distance between the two of you and traced a finger on his triceps. Obito’s eyes shot spears, but he didn’t say anything.

“You look good, Obito, and people don’t only fear you, they respect you for your talent. And I… I like you,” you whispered.

It wasn’t a total lie, you did start to like him so-so. Especially after witnessing him win surf contest after surf contest. You wouldn’t date him for real, but his face didn’t bother you anymore. Actually, if you gave it a little more thought, he might be out of your league, not the other way around. Maybe you should’ve thought twice before turning him down. Now, it was too late for that. Now, you simply needed his bad boy attitude on your side.

Your affectionate gesture made him take a step back. You watched his arm stretch towards the sandwich and then him leaving your side.

“That’s harassment,” he said as he sat at the table and dived into his sandwich.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Look, Obito,” you sighed again, annoyed by the fact that this man had a spine and wasn’t just another horny hound for you as the others were, “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend because my ex is there and I don’t want him to hit on me.”

“How is that my problem?”

“It is not, but he fears you and he’d never try anything if he sees me under your arm.”

Obito looked at you a little differently, as if he was scanning for lies. He chewed his food slowly, nowhere near an intention to reply anything to you. Nevertheless, he wordlessly invited you to sit at the table. You sat, but weren’t sure whether that was a green line to tell the story in more detail.

“I broke up with him because he was abusive. He is obsessed with me and he wouldn’t miss a chance to catch me back. I’m afraid of him. He’s coming to this beach party that I was invited to before I knew he had been invited as well. I don’t want to let down my friend, the birthday girl, yet…” you halted the story and looked away, feeling pathetic, as Obito called you before.

“Did he hurt you?” The dark-haired man asked.

“Not physically, no. But I don’t need you to tell anything to him, anyway. I just need you to fake hold and fake kiss me a few times, so that he knows not to mess with you.”

“What happens after the party? You’ll keep calling me over as a fake boyfriend whenever your ex is around?”

Obito’s words cut like a brand-new blade. You bowed your head, realising you hadn’t thought your request through. He was right, it was awkward and stupid and you should’ve never asked him that. You stood up from the table to head for the exit.

In the span of three seconds, Obito’s hand got a hold of your forearm. You weren’t sure how he sat up that fast, circled the table and caught you before you reached your shoes, but it didn’t matter as much as how your stomach tumbled in the face of a bare chest Obito.

“You have to return the favour,” he said, freeing your limb.

“Sure, do you have something in mind already?”

Obito knew his following words would most certainly overstep the line, but given your recent interaction, he had the upper hand and felt no trace of remorse abusing it.

“Go on a date with me. A real one.”

Nice played, Uchiha, you thought, licking your teeth. It didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Afterall, it was risky to go to the beach party and think your fake dating performance would manage to trick people. Both of you needed to get accustomed to each other’s presence, voice, touch.

“Ok? I don’t see why not.”

The boy’s eyes squinted at you and he scoffed before leaving your side.

“What?” You asked. “Do we have a deal?”

“A deal, of course. When you have something to win, you would date me. That’s nasty, you know? Very non trustworthy and hurtful. So you’re telling me whatever I had asked in return you would’ve accepted, just so that I would be tied to respect my part of the bargain?”

Your silence spoke loudly to Obito and he showed a very disappointed smile.

“A kiss? Sex? A blowjob? Not ok–.”

“I wouldn’t have done those things, Obito. I’m not stupid, or insensitive, or a “all means to one end” type of girl. It’s just that you were the first person I could think of who would help me for real.”

Finally, he heard you speaking fully true words, in a serious tone, not hiding any ulterior motive or undertone. This time, Obito saw you with different eyes. He retook his place at the table and stuffed his mouth full of sandwich. Frozen in the doorframe, you watched him, annoyed for not receiving any actual answer, be it agreement or rejection, but for some reason, you couldn’t be mad at him.

“When is the beach party?” Obito asked, breaking the unbearable tension and giving you hope.

“In two days time.”

“Let’s go on a date at the amusement park tomorrow. See if you and I can fake it well enough to trick that scumbag of an ex of yours.”

Relief sped through your body and you smiled, rubbing your forehead. He saw the gesture and couldn’t help but worry a bit.

“Frontal lobe headache is usually an effect of stress or dehydration. Have a seat, grab some water and chill. I’m not gonna let you down with this. I just needed to see if you meant it.”

Everything about that boy was surprising, as you came to realise. Doing what he suggested, you found yourself studying him up close. You grew curious about how his skin felt, whether the scar on his lip would taste differently during the kiss, about how raspy his voice could be in the morning. Well, maybe the latter you would never get to experience but the other ones were soon to happen. Maybe you would even grow to like Obito and that fake date would become legit and recurrent. However, it would be only Obito’s decision this time. You had crushed his attempt once and maybe he hated you now – only helped you out of pity or because he was disgusted by assholes who didn’t treat girls properly.

“Thank you for agreeing to help me, Obito.”

He waved his hand in the air instead of an actual answer. You smiled, but it died as soon as Obito pressed a kiss on your head on his way to the other rooms.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s my pleasure.”

Only after a full second you figured he already started the play-pretend game and man, he got a good game. You felt warm inside, as if you belonged to him for real.

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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#us :(#rb.poop #meme

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juicypoopjutsu · 1 year

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cutting child porn from ao3 is not going to be a ‘slippery slope’ to full blown ‘censorship’, you guys are just pedophiles

#important #rb.poop #ao3 #writing.poop

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She enters the file room. She is dead tired from doing the paperwork. She hates it.

She knows the village is nothing but a milliterian hazard, the system it has come to work on, nothing but brainwashing people to be loyal. They are born killers, instincts honed to survive and kill, perhaps brainwashing people does seem to be the perfect way to contain murderers and child soldiers.

Perfect little puppets to throw into war. Pathetic little souls born from love and who die of hatered. She knows because she is one of them. But is she alone strong enough to oppose them? The answer was clear.

Suddenly she is hit with his presence. So enchanting, so strong, so intimidating, cold. But she knows it is all the war hardened exterior, on the inside though, he is kind, selfless, warm (miserable). Since when had he been there? Was she so tired that she couldn't even notice his presence?

She feels him staring at her from his seat. She can't help the sweat in her palms. His stare, so intense. She can't help but get shy around him. All the confidence she has, immediately vanishes when she sees him.

A wave of sluggishness hits her entire body. She ignores him, and comes back to her thoughts. Who is she to decide where the system takes the village? She's already sacrificed her childhood, became a tool for her clan, a selfless devotion she gave to her clan. What has that devotion brought to her life? Nothing but misery.

She hates everyone. Hates herself, hates her bloodied hands, cruel hands, that has murdered so many, but she can't bring herself to hate him. She doesn't know why, its not lust, she's sure of it. She loves this inexplicable feeling his presence brings.

The paperwork is almost finished, should she ignore him or go talk to him, should she go back? Almost panics.

'Ok' she thinks, 'what's the worst that could happen.'

The paperwork done, she turns towards him, when she gets a good look at his appearance, she almost cries. He looks so miserable, so sad, so vulnerable, almost as if someone betrayed him, left him in shambles to collect his heart.

All she wants to do now is hug him. Tell him that he is loved, so deeply, by her. She would give him anything he's ever wanted. To kiss him and tell him everything is going to be fine, that it is ok to be sad, it is ok to be vulnerable around her. To cherish him.

She wants to tell him he is safe with her. She will support his back for the rest of their life if he allows her to.

She walks toward him unconsciously, her feet taking her to her destination. She gives him a smile, she can't help the shyness seeping out of her. His eyes a solid black. Beautiful is too short of a word to describe him. His eyes hold something she cannot explain, she wonders if her eyes hold the same something he holds.

Why does he look at her like that? As if she is the most beautiful woman in the world, his world. He looks at her as if she'll vanish in thin air if he doesn't catch her.

But as soon as that look crosses his face, it vanishes completely. That cold exterior taking over again. That's not a good sign, is it?

A shy 'good afternoon' is all she can utter. A very curt greeting she gets. She tries small talk with him, 'how have you been?', again the same curt tone is the reply.

Suddenly he tries to leave. She mumbles something about needing helping hand, its a sad excuse, just to stop him for a second, just to be in his presence for a little longer. But he has to be in his desk apparently. She utters a small 'please stay, I love you.'

He didn't hear it.

Just as fast, he vanishes from the room, a good Shinobi he is, sacrifice all he'd known. She wonders if he'd heard her confession, would he have stayed?

She is sad, but what else can she do, how else can she tell him how much he means to her, how much she wants to cherish him, how deeply she loves him.

Perhaps, their life is never with them, their fate never written together. Perhaps they were destined to be broken lovers, can she even call them lovers?

She knows this world is too big, too big for little humans like them to comprehend, so she wants him to stop trying to save it. Stop trying to be the hero this world would never let him be. She wants him to be selfish with her.

...

Her world completely stopped when she heard of his death. Silent tears out of her blank face, the only indication she heard the news. The tears didn't stop. She didn't dare utter a syllable of his name, she didn't deserve his love, nor does she deserve to call out his name. She doesn't deserve to mourn him.

Silent tears from her eyes and a weeping heart, she continued as if nothing is wrong, for all she knew the traitor was killed. The traitor stole her heart and died with it.

Although, she accepted that he was no longer there, that adoration she held for him remained. That adoration remined when she met a man a year later, that adoration remained when he said he loved her, it didn't leave when they were wed, it didn't leave when they made love, it didn't leave when she bared children.

(A bitter thought also never left, it should've been him. She wanted that life with him.)

That adoration didn't leave when she was old and at death's door. That love came out as a puff of air, a sigh of his name, as her last breath.

#madara x reader #madara #madara uchiha #madara x y/n #madara x you #Naruto #fanfiction #writing.poop #rb.poop

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