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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 (𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾/𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇), 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗑𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆. }

"Fuuck obiitoo fuck~!" Your hands found the top of his head tugging against his silky black locks, not hard enough to tear from the scalp

His deep voice rupturing your eardrums. "Thought I told you not to touch me brat? And what did you call me?" You looked to see a scowl painting his glazed face

You whimpered apologies. "'M sorry daddy 'm so sorry didn't mean it." He hummed in disbelief and went back in between your legs, sucking on your clit like a pacifier.

Struggling to hold onto something your fingers grasped for anything, not wanting to ruin your husband's desk, you settled on your nipples pinching and twisting them

Rutting your pussy against Obito's face, your slick getting all over him, jerking as you approached one of the many orgasms that day

Your legs clamped his head, your hips stuttering as you begged him to stop. "Daddy please please please~" He ignored your thrashing and flailing

He clenched his arms around your thighs holding you in place continuing to eat you out like you're his last meal. "Ahh fuucck~"

You tried scooting back to get away, lifting your legs to kick him off, he took that as an opportunity to keep your legs lifted, placing his hands under the back of your knees

Crying out as you felt an uncomfortable pressure, you hit his arms pleading for him to stop, which of course he didn't, quickly leading you to another impending climax

"Shit daddy wait." Feeling a stream of clear liquid enter his mouth Obito pulled back, his tongue flopped out to catch more of the sweet liquid. he furiously circles your clit til the stream ceased

He slapped your pussy forcing your legs to close. "Open them now." He demanded as you whined, tears withdrawing from your eyes, spreading your legs as they quivered vaguely

When they were fully spread he slapped your clit twice holding one of your thighs. "Get on your knees brat." You got down from his desk

Legs buckled completing your order, knees meeting floor somehow avoiding the liquid you squirted. You chuckled a little looking up at Obito who held a smirk a soft snicker passing his lips

"You know how I like it right?" Obito looked sinful his appearance rugged; button down shirt wrinkled with the buttons undone, dress pants and briefs down to his ankles

The contrast of his eyes glowed inside of the dimly lit office. you bit your lip looking at the five course meal of a man that slouched in the chair, looking even finer with your arousal decorating his lower face

"I asked you a question didn't I?" You bat your lashes gazing at Obito's indignant features. "Yes daddy and of course I know how you like it." He hummed displeased. "Then get to it." You nodded

Arranging your position to get comfortable, you make eye contact grabbing Obito's dick. your thumb spreads the cum around his tip kissing it, he smirked down at you

You run your tongue along the skin of his shaft trailing back to the tip wrapping your mouth on it, circling your tongue, the somewhat salty tang tolerable

Deep throating him you gagged hearing him lowly groan, drool dripping to his balls that your hand slipped up to massage

You hallowed your cheeks bobbing up and down on his dick, watching as his eyes fluttered close, he thrusted up making you gag purposely

You lifted off him maintaining eye contact, his eyes harshly opened as you smiled before you spat on his dick your hand smearing the substance sloppily

Obscenely loud noises escaped from your motion. Obito threw his head back letting out an insanely loud raspy moan, almost choking when you put your mouth back on him throwing neck

"Damn brat you really know how to suck a dick don't you? Your lips look so pretty wrapped around it, can you even breathe?" You let out a loud pop removing himself from your lips

"Just for you daddy, yes I can breathe." You cheese up at him going back to task lightly squeezing his dick, stroking as you bobbed feeling it throb making the heat between your legs more prominent

"Shit sweetheart let me fuck your throat. Let daddy give you all his cum, 's just for you." You attempt to nod your head. now placing your hands on his thighs, he stood hunched over you

Hands firmly grabbed your face beginning steady at first grunting softly, he picked up the pace as you choked on his dick, the throbbing in his shaft intensifying

"Damn it brat take all this cum fuck take it all ahhh~" he growled booming voice filling your ears as he stilled, overfilling your mouth. your nose pressed to his pelvis

Trying hard not to pass out from lack of air, you held onto his hips gathering air into your nose, you gulped what you could of the thick white liquid

He plopped onto the chair once again sighing contently. He collected the cum that found itself in the corners of your mouth and on your chin with his thumb.

Sticking out your tongue he put his thumb on it, observing how your lips wrapped around him before popping off, a Cheshire grin plastered your face as you swallowed

You leaned forward staring at his semi hard dick before licking it clean pulling away to watch it jump, provoked by your action

He tsked fixing himself watching as your eyes glazed over having literal stars in them "You did good brat so I'll reward you when I get home later today."

Standing up on slightly wobbly but stable enough legs, you fixed your sundress pulling it over your breast straightening out the bottom, you bent to peck him on the lips

He grabbed you by the throat kissing you hard. his tongue dominated yours, you pulled away biting his lip staring at his eyes that rolled to the back of his head

"I gotta go now or you'll never get any work done." You pouted, compelling Obito to pull you close and smack your ass. "Always smart aren't you?"

You chuckled with a nod. "Your lunch break was over more than an hour ago you know?" Teasing him as he unwrapped from around you

You slowly walk away heading to the door. "I'm the boss sweetheart, I'll do what I please." You hum touching the knob. "Duh I know that daddy, bye now."

"See you at home brat— and thanks for lunch." He smirked as you felt your face heat up. "No problem." You left closing the door behind you.

You met the redden face of the new temp secretary that you offered your husband to hire, Suigetsu, who now buried his face into the computer before you greeted him

"Hello Suigetsu how are you doing today?" You gave him a soft smile. "Uhh yes I'm f-fine Mrs. Uchiha and same to you? I hope the day is t-treating you well?" He stuttered out

"The day is treating me exceptionally well, truly. Have a great rest of your day." He ogled your thick ass as you walked off, hips swaying from side to side with a sigh thinking to himself.

'Shit the boss got himself a trophy. Now how am I supposed to hand him this paperwork with a boner?'

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

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ask-obito · 2 years

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What would be your reaction to seeing Kakashi without a mask?

I have known Kakashi for over 15 years. What makes you say that I have never seen him without a mask?👀

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obitosgurl · 2 years

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You guys just imagine going on a mission with Obito and him just waiting for you at Konoha’s gate. _(:3 」∠)_

#he looks so fine #i just wanna cuddle #i just wanna be held by him #im so 🥺🥺🥺🥺#i love him too much #god damn it #obito x you #obito x me😏#what a power couple #purrrr #obito x yn #obito uchiha #naruto obito #naruto #tobi #uchiha obito #marry me obito #obito fanart

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kakashifanrp · 3 years

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- Going Between Dimensions-

part 5 - Kids on a hunt

kakashi x reader/YN masterlist

After you got the word that Naruto's team had actually passed Kakashi's test you made sure to try to avoid them all togheter. You don't know what Naruto had done, but whenever he was.. His friends and sensei followed. The bickering between those three brought up old memories.. How kakashi and Obito used to argue all the time after the academy, rules, no rules, shinobi this, crying that, hokage this.. It went on for years almost splitting their friendship as a whole.

"Auntie sama!" you turned and looked at Naruto, sasuke and Sakura running thowards you. "where have you been!? I wanted to show you my progress!" narutos fist clenched up in front of him as he smirked. "I have been busy.." you chuckled nervously. "Naruto, Auntie sama don't need to see silly moves, lets show her my sharingan instead" sasuke looked over at him. "it activated sasuke?" you smiled proudly as the kid just gave a smirk acting cool about it.. And sakura admiring him behind Naruto. Theese three must be a handful.. You thought for yourself.

While the kids started bickering you noticed the sensei getting closer too. Hopefully he hadn't noticed as his face were burried in a book. "ok guys, lets play a game.. If you can catch me, you get free ramen today" you wanted to see their progress, but also get away from the sensei.

"all right, I am ready! This should be a piece of cake, Belive it!" you smiled. "well lets start then" you started to walk to see what the kids were gonna do. "We are gonna win Auntie sama! Just wait!" you heard they started charging at you as you jumped in the air doing a backflip as you looked down at their shocked expression.

"if this is a game for free ramen you gotta do better than that" you giggled and jumped over the fence, letting the kids follow. They had surely gotten better, as they almost got you over and over again. You stood on the fence and looked at them running thowards you, figuring you might let them win this round. "Are you trying to steal my students?" you jumped and fell from the fence, not sensing anyone, made the voice startle you. You got up on your feet and looked at the relaxed ninja in front of you. "n...no..just"

"Got you!" Naruto jumped on your back as he laughed. "told you Auntie sama, We got you" you giggled a bit as you let him down. "You did.. I have to hold my side of the bargain too.." you sighed. "Can't wait I am starving! First one there!" he started to run as the other two followed. "soo you are the Auntie sama they talk about.." you heard the book closed and looked over carefully. "hehe... Yeah..." you answered nervously, trying to hide the anxity creeping up. Before he could say anything else you waved and ran off.

When the kids were done eating, you payed and got up. "where you going?" Naruto gave you a suspicious look. "I have somewhere to go, call it a mission if you want" you poked his forhead. "I see you all around" you waved before walking thowards the forest. Apperantly times had been somewhat unsurten, making the hogake put you throught more training than usual with the anbu.

As you arrived at the spot you were met by lord 3rd and a small Anbu team. "you ready for more training today, Y/N?" you nodded and looked at him. "I know the seal won't get to full power yet, but it is just training afterall.. Just to be sure you can handle a real situation." he put his pipe to his mouth. "get started then, try not to loose the controll tonight" You nodded and walked out on the field, you let the chakra flow as the purple chakra became visable almost like a flame around you.

Fighting against the Anbu was hard, they were the top ninja of the village after all. As the training went on you started to get exhausted, panting heavily as you tried to sense out were they had hidden themself. Your heart skipped a beat as pain started to creep up in your chest. "The Seal!" you screamed out as you started to loose the controll again, making the seal starting to break. The chakra became stronger looking like a uncontrolable flame.

"Get her down now! Before it get worse!" lord 3rd commanded as the Anbu quickly went into action. Anbu threw you on the ground, starting to hold you down. "repair the seal!" one commanded as a hand were placed on your stomach, making you scream out in pain as they stopped the seal from breaking.

When it was all done and they let you go you sat up carefully, feeling like the whole body was shaking. "Y/N, take it easy" lord 3rd walked up and kneeled down next to you. "Why does it conntinue to break.. I have full controll then it just snaps" you felt frustrated. "How can I be the weapon of the leaf this way? I can't even controll my own Chakra!" you rubbed your face, annoyed by the whole situation. "you have come further than most, don't be soo hard on yourself.." he smiled a bit. "You allready controll the 50% very well.. That should be enough to defend the village if something happends."

You just nodded and carefully got up, ignoring the exhaustion in your body. "the chunin exams are coming up.. That means training will have to wait.." lord 3rd stood up and started to walk. "You should rest, and get ready.. Naruto and his team will be in the exams" you shoot the hokage a look. "it has only been a few months.. Is he ready for that?" worry started to creep up in you. "are you questioning Kakashi's jugdement, Y/N?" he turned to give you a look making you shake your head. In no way did you ever feel comfortable questioning Kakashi's decisions on anything.

They all walked away, making you stand there alone, not sure what to say or do. Apperantly the kids would not have had the option to hear the news yet.. If they had Naruto would not have shut up about it thats for sure. You sighed as you looked at your hand, letting the purple chakra flow throught. "why are you always trying to break the seal.... Why?" you muttered. Before you just gave up and started to walk back home. You wished things were more easy... A flash of his eyes came throught again, making you shut your eyes, trying to think of something else.

The last thing you wanted to think about was that night, or any of those memories.. "Come on! First one to the mountains win this round!" you turned around and looked over thowards the direction it was coming from. "oh no.." you quickly got out of the way, and luckily just in time as Gui and Kakashi ran past. They had always had this rivalry... Doing all of theese stupid contests.. It made you wanna laugh.. It was kind of cute somehow.

It seems they had been able to hold onto their rivalry friendship even after everything, which was good. Gui would not be the same happy wierdo without it. You sighed as the dust started to settle and conntinued to walk until you got home. Unlocking the door and walking inside before you pulled your shoes off and walked into the living room. "I should try to rest somewhat..." you looked over at the little music box on your shelf. You grabbed it and smiled a bit before turning it on.. Listening to the sweet Melody.

You thought back at that day..

"congratulations! Finally done with the academy" Rin and Obito cheered at the same time. "thank you guys!" you huged them both,before looking over at Kakashi. "why are you giving me that look?" he raised a brow. "come on grumpy.. No where in the shinobi rules does it say no hugs allowed" you opened your arms and looked at him. "well, I don't like hugs, stupid" he crossed his arms over his chest. "kakashi, are you still afraid of the ladies?" Obito teased, making Kakashi tense. "guys.. No bickering please..." you looked between them. "what happened between you two..."

"Not my fault he keep acting like a baby and can't even act like a shinobi" this made Obito tense up. "What is soo special about you then!? You no better Kakashi!" both Rin and you rolled your eyes. "boys be boys I guess" she shrugged and looked at you. "we see you later ok,?" Rin and Obito smiled, before Obito shoot a last glare at kakashi before walking away.

"You guys must be a handful for minato sensei..." you muttered, getting Kakashi's attention. "I will be jonin soon anyway, so who cares" you looked at him. "I miss when you were a bit less serious and grumpy.. Makes you sound like a old man, Kakashi" you poked his forhead and smiled, making him smile a bit too. "at least it is good to see you all.. I know you have been on missions that are not soo safe.." you were worried for them, each time they went out. "hey, the team has me, do they need anything else?"

"kakashi, I know you are great.. But the chances for something going wrong is still there.. I just don't wanna loose my friends.." you looked down a bit. No matter how confident he was you were still worried.. For all of them. He reached out and gave you the hug smiling." hey, don't worry. I have a good jutsu that is gonna make sure we are not gonna loose" he comforted you. "I guess I have to trust you on that" He poked your forhead back. "sure do stupid" he said making you laugh.

"oh, before I forget. I got you a present" he reached into his bag and gave you a box. "is this a music box?" you smiled and opened it before turning it on. "yeah, I saw it on our last mission.. Soo I thought of you" You felt your cheeks heat up, leaving a veey visable blush. "thank you, I love it"

The music stopped taking you out of the memory as you sighed. "I miss those days.." you mumbled and got up and went to get ready for bed. You had to mentally prepare yourself for the exams, already worried for them.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake fanfiction #kakashi #kakashi fanfiction #naruto uzumaki #Naruto universe #sasuke uchiha #sasuke #Going between dimensions

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acerathia · 8 months

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two birds || Act II

Summary:

Hanahaki: A disease stemming from bottling up romantic feelings, as these decide to grow inside the lungs and the blood system of the sick person, resulting in flowers. Thus the first symptoms are the coughing up of flower petals accompanied by pain and breathlessness, as the flower continues to grow as long as the affected does not confess their feelings. Alternatively, the growing flower can be removed via surgery, but it may affect the ill person’s ability to feel love in various forms. Or How do you react with falling in love with no real chance? Simple, a tragedy in five acts.

Wordcount: 2.8k

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Pairing:

Obito Uchiha / Reader

Tags/CW:

features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

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Please note that I choose to not tag some stuff, as it contains heavy spoilers, proceed with caution and with the knowledge that everything is either connected to the tragedy aspect, or the hanahaki disease itself. !! I didn't forget abt this!! Here!!

Scene I. – YOU, KAKASHI HATAKE, RIN NOHARA and MINATO NAMIKAZE, and afterwards OBITO UCHIHA, sitting between the grass, enjoying the cool breeze of remembrance

The scene: The training field, the whispers of the trees around you, where everything truly started.

The grass blades tickle your wrists as you lean, rest yourself on them, face stretched towards the sun, eyes closed flashing orange. Someone shifts behind you, shoulders brushing, tipping your balance, barely. A pop cracks, the joints of Kakashi shifting after this wait, minutes laying down on you heavy as hours.

“I can’t believe he’s actually late. Again,” a husky voice starts, Kakashi, his expectations bleeding through his complaint.

And you can’t help but turn to look at him, his face pulling a straight line to Rin, trying to connect, convey something. Instead, you’re the one answering. “Hm, you know as well as we do that he just gets busy, you know? Teaching a team and all that.”

Don’t you know how exhausting being a team is. Well, Minato-sensei does, but whoever belonged to that team had lived with the quarrels and arguments of the two boys, men. As much as they had learned to trust each other all these years ago, they still keep a hand deep in each other's hair, ready to drag, to rip, to tear. So you have every right to protest and to protect. It’s not fair otherwise.

His head had turned to look at you, his dark eyes bore into you, searching for something in the blemishes of your skin. Maybe he found something, as his jaw works and opens, but before the words could even coat his tongue, the grass crunches, alerting you of the newcomer. A pair of sandals start nudging your hips and you look up, meeting an embarrassed grin and a hand rubbing the back of a neck.

“Hey, sorry for my tardiness, the kids wanted to try one last mission today, and I couldn’t refuse them,” Obito immediately apologizes, eyes wandering over the spread group before landing on you. But only for a brief moment, as it jumps back to Rin.

You unlink from whatever argument is currently arising, taking a swing to lift yourself onto your feet, standing up, stretching until you hear a couple of tiny pops. Continuing with your movements, you work on the musculature, feeling the pull in your calves, hips, arms.

After you feel ready, you simply grab Obito’s arm, disrupting the heated fight about their ideals and expectations, dragging him to the middle of the field. Depositing him in a spot before taking your place a couple of steps away.

“C’mon, like we used to do!” you demand, sliding your foot behind you, lifting your hands in front of you. No weapons, no Jutsus. Just raw power, just the two of you.

The pout caused by Kakashi melts off and a bright, excited grin takes its place, and he too takes his position, bending slightly forward. His arms flex with each movement of his wrists, his thighs tauten, the band of the little bag around it stretching. You let your eyes roam over his shoulders, waiting for any indicating flinch, proceeding to glide over his biceps, his neck, only to stop over his plush lips, still puckered into that grin of his. You feel yourself trip, freefall, your heart drops, and yet you remain in the same position.

You take a breath, trying to calm your heart down, the beat rising to your head, thumping words into your ears, whispering something you cannot discern. The echo only intensifies as you glance over his nose, his eyelashes squinting over his dark eyes, as if space had taken residence inside them. And you can’t help yourself but drown in them, the stars inviting, coercing you.

And the taste of iron coating your tongue rips you back, out of that thought. You have been biting the inside of your cheek, tearing the tissue apart, popping blood vessels. Only because you have been distracted for a moment. But you’re glad about it, as it brought you back to your senses.

So you couldn’t miss the kick aimed against your head, blocking it, grabbing his ankle, and yanking him to the ground, trying to gain some time. But he catches himself with his hands, kicking his other foot, and barely missing your chin, as you let go of his other leg to take a step back. Taking advantage of his open position, you decide to throw some of your own kicks in, trying to make him lose balance. And he does, but he’s able to latch onto your lower leg, pulling you onto the ground with him. You immediately just grab his hair, attempting to put him into a triangle chokehold. To your misfortune, he has a talent for evasion, leading to him being able to grab both of your wrists, pinning you down, knees heavy on yours, pressing on a nerve.

His face lingers above yours, grinning, gloating about his win. His breath fans over your face, herbs and spices, and your eyes jump from his pearly smile to his crescent eyes, to his arm stretched over you. And you finally understand what your heart has been telling, thumping you all along.

I love him. I love him. I love him

The air escapes your lungs with this realization and you have to force yourself to calm down, to act like your breathlessness is due to that fight. Yeah, there’s no other reason for you to almost choke on the air around you, his presence suddenly too overwhelming, pressing over your insides, squirming.

Acting like nothing is wrong you swing forward to act like you want to bite him, or to headbutt him. Thankfully he takes the hint and he releases you from his hold, flopping onto the grass beside you. You have been observing him, and you don’t miss the way his eyes immediately jump to Rin, and the echo in your head gets warbled, wrong. You knew of his crush on your friend, it’s obvious, and he’s been looking at her like that for years at this point. And you also knew, the conversations under the clouds, just the two of you, Rin had started to reciprocate those feelings. And who are you to interfere with this blooming relationship? With this you decided to keep the thumping of your heart a secret, may it travel along your veins and unfurl between your bones, until it withered with time.

You stay laying on the ground, watching as Obito finally stands up to join Rin, both their smiles brilliant under the shining sun, complementing each other, eyes roaming and accepting. With a snort you avert your eyes, staring at the clouds passing by. Of course you won’t tell, won’t even think about whispering those words to him, your pride heavier than the echo between your ribs. Your friendship heavier, your dignity heavier. You don’t dare think about the repercussions of these simple words, what could shatter, what could break. You aren’t even sure how you would handle the rejection, the rejection which is certain as the grass beneath your fingertips.

Something nudges your ribs and your gaze wanders to the source. Grey hair meets you, not the ones you want to see, but you grin nonetheless, heaving yourself into a seated position.

“What? You wanna make fun of me for losing?” you ask with a small giggle, aware he wouldn’t outright do so. Rather he would simply tell you what you did wrong, maybe offer you to show you how to execute whatever move he explained to you.

But he just sighs, shaking his head. “Let’s fight.” Was the only thing he says, cocking his head to tell you to stand up. And you do, you’re almost glad for the distraction, and you wonder if he has noticed something, but his gaze to the conversation at the edge of the field tells you something else.

You bump slightly into him, bringing him back to the current situation, exchanging a quick look, to which he frowns. You don’t give him enough time to truly grasp the situation and get into position at the other end of the field. He eventually does too.

This fight is more intense, as you could concentrate a bit tiny better, than you earlier had. Doesn’t mean you necessarily win, rather Kakashi actually used the same move you wanted to use, to end this fight, indirectly showing you how to actually carry it out without worrying about slippery enemies. You have to tap out of the chokehold because you knew if he had been serious, you would be passed out by now.

He releases you and you just flop, going limp on top of him. A scoff escapes him, the equivalent of a giggle for him, before he shoves you off not ungently. Your face meets the sandy ground and you close your mouth to not inhale any grains, and you had no other choice but to actually move and roll around. In this movement you catch sight of the pair still deep in their conversation, his hand on her knee, her body leaned towards him.

A sudden urge to cough overwhelms you, and you clear your throat. It seems like you still inhaled some sand. You raise to your feet to grab some water, helping with the tickle at the back of your throat. While you were almost drowning in your water, Kakashi had joined the other two, vying for her attention in his own way. And you can’t help but snort, surpressing a laugh. Then your eyes meet Minato-sensei’s, his eyes laughing and yet overwhelmed, almost like the very first day he met that particular group. And now you can’t help but giggle, the tickle in your lungs just bursting out, almost forgetting everything troubling you, almost feeling like a little kid again.

So you quickly join the group, leaping at Obito’s back, trying to convince him to carry you to Ichirakus, and he’s attempting to throw you off, complaining about how you always make him carry you, and how you never carry him, how about that?

That’s how you end up jumping off, grabbing him and throwing him over your shoulder, despite his larger frame. You laugh and just begin walking with him like that, answering his complaints with the reasoning he gave you, you never carry him, and now it’s your turn.

Scene II. – The foregoing, the smell of herbs an echo of the past, the taste of promise coating the tongues

The scene: Ichirakus, the imprints of your shared history, the place where everything happened

On the way to the ramen place, you were forced to put him down, as his movements made it near impossible to properly carry him al the way, so you had no other choice but to comply, at least for now.

That’s how you still ended up at Ichirakus with no bruises or empty laughter. Because you’re quite sure he would have started tickling you if you refused to put him down, and that would’ve lead to you both tumbling down the road. But you showed restraint and so you both could sit at the booth with no aching bones.

As usual the boys frame around Rin like a rim from the outside world, you and Minato on the outside, forming concentric rings around her. And you all order whatever you’re craving at the moment. Waiting for your food another argument breaks out, and you miss the reason, but you help Rin and Minato-sensei to calm them down nonetheless. And due some miracle, they actually stop, even if both turn their noses up.

Once the food arrives everyone gets chatty again, surrounding the center like a magnet. But your gaze wanders back to Obito, his back turned on you, a smile as bright as stars, eyes only for her. And you grin cheekily, trying to come up with something to tease him with, hinting about their feelings in the most obvious, most embarrassing way possible, when you suddenly have a cough fit. Your lungs rustling with every inhale, with every rasp they tickle.

With watering eyes you try to grab some water, but there’s no glass of water on the table yet, and you have to turn around to avoid disturbing the others. It seems like you’re actually getting sick, rather than having inhaled some sand. Some kind of luck you have. At least you manage to grab your water bottle, letting the warm rest rinse your throat.

You turn back around to see that your food has been served. Digging into your ramen, you momentarily forgot about your cough, not giving it more meaning than it probably has. And you try your best to ignore how barely anyone had noticed your problem just a few moments ago; only Minato-sensei has send you a worried look, to which you slightly waved with your hand, mouthing the words ‘sick’. With that he reluctantly nods, steering his focus to his own food, as the two fighters are momentarily distracted.

Usually you would initiate some kind of eating contest, but you feel tired and drained for some reason, so you stuffed yourself full, enjoying the spiciness of the food, the way it fills your craving insides, almost like calming something inside of you.

Warm and comfortable, you pay for your meal and stand up, telling the others that you’re going to head home. And you repress a flinch, as Obito decides to join you, you don’t know why, he always joined you home.

So you make your way home, the street lamps slowly flickering to life. And what else are you doing but pestering him?

“Man, you’re really whipped for her, aren’tya? Getting really bad at this point, ugh,” you act as if you’re gagging, until he slightly shoves you aside, hand in neck, skin pink under the dim light.

“Hm, do you think she would accept if I ask her out?” he asks instead of denying it, because for how long you two had known each other, he would wonder more about why you wouldn’t know about his feelings. You always have been good at reading him.

You hum, acting as if you’re deep in thought, even though you knew her response very well. But you wouldn’t tell him, that’s a secret you got, and who are you to share it? “Well, who would want to go out with you,” you finally answer in jest, not able to stop your shit-eating grin from emerging at his pout, before avoiding another shove.

And you try to avoid the thumping inside of your head. I would. I would. I would

“Hey, I’m being serious here!”

“Me too! You eat like a little kid! No one wants a person who eats with their cheeks.” You stick your tongue out and giggle at him feeling his face, looking for the nonexistent food there.

Upon realizing you’re making fun of him again, he stops and groans in frustration, only for a grin to spread over his face as he suddenly pounces on you, hands on your ribs, luring screams and laughs out of you. And you immediately start running away, trying to get him to stop tickling you.

“Fine! Fine! Stop! Please, I will tell you what you wanna hear!” you beg as he has you locked between his armsl, torturing you with his nimble fingers, as you try to kick and shove him away.

Immediately releasing you, he asks: “Yeah? Tell me how awesome I am!” A cheeky grin sits on his face, illuminated by the moon.

And you only sneer at his request, just staring at him with disgust until he relents.

“Okay, okay. Just… Tell me if it would work out?”

You sigh, clearing your throat, your breath tighter than it’s supposed to be, than you’re used to after such a small exercise. And you curse this random sickness.

“Well, I think it wouldn’t hurt to try, yeah?” you rasp, throat suddenly feeling clogged, but you manage to swallow just fine, getting your voice back. “Trust me, just do it.”

He brightens up at your response and it feels like you stepped into the sun, blinking and squinting. You gag and continue your walk home, which surprisingly doesn’t take much longer anymore.

At the door he wraps his arms around you, a goodbye hug, like always, like your bodies are used to. But this time it doesn’t feel like every last time you hugged him. Your heart is working overtime, screaming at you, and you hope he can’t hear the choir of confessions. And he doesn’t, as he breaks the hug with a bright grin and a goodbye, before going his merry way.

And you stand in front of the door, trying to dilute these words into your veins, trying to push them out with every breath of yours, every hurting breath, every tickling, wheezing cough.

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acerathia · 9 months

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two birds || Act I

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Wordcount: 1.6k

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Obito Uchiha / Reader

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features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

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The scene: Your place, filled with trinkets, memories, the warm embrace you genuinely need

Scene I. – YOU in the kitchen, the light breaking through the clouds, illuminating the tiles

Your bare feet roam over the cool tiles, the sun tickling your skin as you tinker with the kettle, the soft clang underlining your slow humming. With nimble fingers, you begin to prepare some tea, the water inside of the kettle blubbering and babbling softly as the heat tickles it. A big spoon in hand you begin to scoop a heap, two heaps of tea leaves, trickling down, calming the water down. A drizzle of sugar followed soon after, drowning into the soft embrace of the water, disappearing.

You’re expecting a guest, the usual one, the one you had been connected with since your childhood. And there’s barely anyone you understand better than him, the years together mending you irrevocably. So you knew, you knew when he’s going to arrive, even if the clock tells you he should arrive any minute now, but you knew, and you wait patiently, brewing the tea, so he could enjoy it at perfect temperature, at perfect taste, how he enjoyed his tea.

And the melodic whistle of the kettle warns you before the bell even starts, before a knock could be felt. A smile stretching across your features, joy filling your veins as you leave the kitchen.

Scene II. – YOU and OBITO UCHIHA in the doorway, the scent of rain and grass wafts in, shoes and slippers scattered around

The door is wide open, inviting the breeze into your home, framing the two of you sharing a hug. That is until you start poking your fingers between his ribs, teasing a giggle, a shove, a smile, out of him. Tripping, dramatically tipping, you drag him inside, only allowing him to change into his slippers, the ones you specifically put there for him, different than the guest ones, special in their own way.

You barely wait for him to do though, your fingers anchoring between his, trying to haul him inside, as if your impatience is going to make time run faster, the slippers already on his feet before you even had the simple thought of them. But as it doesn’t work like that, you keep yanking, hauling, until he finally takes the first steps inside.

With the same abruptness you had started pulling, you stop and just make your way to the kitchen, him by your side, the same as always.

Scene III. – YOU and OBITO in the kitchen, the humming of the tea fills the air, the chairs awaiting their embrace

As soon as you enter the kitchen, something just clicks and you both start setting up the table, no exchange of words needed. You pour milk into two mugs, different amounts for each of you, but familiar nonetheless, the tea followed soon after, the liquids joining, greeting, cooling and heating. And while you’re filling the mug to the brim, yet forbidding the edge from kissing the drink you had prepared, he sorts the different kinds of treats, cakes, biscuits, all standing in rows in comfort, putting the plates onto the table, under the soft sunlight.

The mugs join the plates, clinking in greeting. And you both take a seat in front of each other, hands around the warmth in front of you, the liquids slightly different shades. A sip, a smile, a swipe. For a moment you both just dip the biscuits, dripping them into your mouths, dissolving on your tongues. The silence stretches, like a cat under the sunlight, seeking the soft touch of someone's fingertips.

Your first words pet it, satisfy it. They glide over your lips, sentences forming easily in his presence, the conversations readily available whenever. It always had been like that. There has always been a certain air around you two, a certain way of interaction you could never dare to replicate. People often assume it’s because of your shared childhood, yet others belonged to your tiny group too, belonged in your comfort space, but don’t belong in this kind of connection. It never is the same with them.

The rest of the tea cools down, your words blowing on its surface. With calm movements you begin to collect the dishes, putting them in the sink as Obito begins to grab ingredients for whatever sweet tooth you had planned, you had been discussing. For some time you bicker about the future dessert, until you finally settle on something that satisfies you both.

(Pie? Cupcakes? Puffed Pastries? You threaten to walk out the moment he suggests the last one.)

With that decision made and set, you start working, mixing everything while he throws the needed ingredients into the pot, measured and timed. Music is in the background, your screams, so-called singing, echo through the small kitchen space, resulting in a fit of giggles, hindering your progress for a small amount of time, the happiness mixing into the soft dough, The spoon desperately scraping the walls of the bowl to keep everything together even if it’s its fault. Once everything is thoroughly mixed, the spoon hugs the dough, only to shove it away, into the tray, filling the round cases.

This routine gets randomly disturbed by the occasional slap on his fingers, trying to dip into the soft mix to take a taste. Beside that occurrence, the spoon keeps taking, taking until the bowl is empty and the tray filled, its job done, only to get put aside, losing its purpose.

You lay the tray to rest between the welcoming warmth, almost forgetting to set a timer, lest their surface crumbles into nothing but coal, unsavory with a slight aftertaste.

And the moment you turn around, a cloud of flour tickles your nose and you sneeze, leaning slightly forward, right into the bowl he holds conveniently at the right place. The rest of the dough sticks to your forehead, to your cheeks and lips, nose. You take a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm, until you almost inhale a chunk of the mix. Straightening up, you grab the bowl, careful to keep the feelings sprouting inside you out of your face. That is until you just dump the bowl over his head, the liquid trickling into his hair, down his forehead, between his eyelashes. And you grin. You grin and begin to smear the dough further, making handprints all over his shirt, all while evading the bowl he tries to gift you as a hat. Your dodging doesn’t stop him from outright scooping the rest clinging to the walls of the bowl and just pushing it into your face. You end up snorting a bit, due to your giggles betraying you in that matter.

A coughing fit overtakes you, but you don’t stop, simply pressing your face into his shirt, creating a print of your squished face. Your laughter mixes with the coughing, until he hands you a glass of water, exorcizing the clogging in your throat.

With a sigh you put the glass away, finally calming down, and realizing the mess you both made. For a moment though, you just enjoy the silence filled with content happiness, an echo of your giggles and playfulness.

A ringing disturbs the fragile moment, and you hurry to check on the cupcakes in your oven, sticking a toothpick into them to see if they flourished in the heat, which is burning your face right now. Being satisfied with the result, you put some mitts on, pulling the tray carefully out of the oven, setting it onto some heat resistant plates. Immediately you have to slap his hand away, warning him of the heat, sending him away to get himself cleaned, to change his clothes. He tries to convince you with a pout, but you’re so used to the little just of his lips, that despite your slightly racing heart you set your foot down. So he trudges away, glancing back at the sweets.

Waiting for him to finish, you begin to take the cupcakes out of the tray, taking a break frequently to nurse your heated palms. Despite your pace, you have to wait some minutes before he comes back and it’s your turn to wash yourself and to change your clothes. For a moment you consider stealing one of his spare shirts in your closet, but you change your mind before pulling through, putting something out of your own shirts on.

Unsurprisingly, he already holds a cupcake in his palm, a bite in his mouth, missing. And he makes eye contact, his chewing stops, looking like some kind of rabbit barely missing a kunai. You lift your eyebrows, glad to see that he only took one, not more, before you snagged one yourself.

While eating away at the home-made delicacy, you begin packing some in a box, handing it to him to take home. It’s almost time, the sun peeking orange through your window, the owls announcing their shift. You know he has to go, as much as you’d like to keep him longer by your side, to invite him into the night like you used to, watching the stars as kids, sleeping on the ceiling of your home. But that’s not possible anymore, you both work, different occupations, different times. You’re lucky you both still have time occasionally, him with his new group, you with whatever paperwork and missions are swamping your desk.

Still, he’s happy, content, and so are you, despite the missing time. You push the container into his hands, before wrapping your arms around him. His hands splay on your back and for a moment you both share a breath, your lungs collapsing as his expand, expanding as his collapse.

Not more than one breath though, not longer than that before you unwind from each other, before you’re already at your front door, waving goodbye with a heavy heart, something unfurling inside you at the sight of his back turned to you, and it feels like it’s the only thing truly constant in your life.

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acerathia · 8 months

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two birds || Act V

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Wordcount: 0.7k

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Obito Uchiha / Reader

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features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

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Scene I. – OBITO UCHIHA, your home, dust settled into their new home, boards creaking with and echo of ‘i miss you’

He hadn't entered this place in such a long time, he couldn't bear the sight of the creaky floors, singing the tales of your past, of the dusty curtain, unmoving when the wind should be blowing through its threads. And despite the old air, or especially because of the rotting air, everything smells like flowers, sickeningly sweet with a tingle of iron embracing it. The smell covers everything, the faint wisps of tea of the past, the fresh paint cracking.

A wave of nausea threatens to spill into his insides, but he gulps and pulls through. He has to, his honor as a ninja demands a cool head (he had to, or else he wouldn't know what to do with himself). Still, he enters the kitchen, not the bedroom, never the bedroom, filled with blooming, rotting flowers, and opens a window to at least allow a tiny breeze in, in hopes to get rid of that clogging smell. He's almost inclined to just stick his head out of it, but pulls himself together before doing so and takes a seat, his seat at the table.

For a moment he expects to smell warm tea, to hear the clacking of the utensils. But there's nothing but his own strained breath. Silence in front of him. And before he can think too much about it, he pulls some crumbled paper out of his pocket, putting it on the table, smoothing it down as best as he can.

He hadn't opened the letter yet, had been waiting for some calm space, for the right time, even if in truth he had been pushing it away, trying to not think about it. But he's aware of his need for closure.

That's why he's sitting there, fingers slowly opening the heavy paper, carefully. Unfolding it he averts his gaze lest he skips over the text in his slow haste.

An Inhale. And exhale. A gaze upon the paper.

Hello Obito, honestly, I don’t know what to write, what to tell you, but if you’re reading this, it means I’m dead. I barely remember a time when I wasn’t by your side, when we hadn’t talked for hours, or simply sat in silence. And this changed of course, like everything else had to. We grew up and our routines changed, time squeezed tight. Still, that didn’t take from the joy of being in your presence, the laughter deep in my lungs. That laughter didn’t stop this, though. The disease settling there. The Hanahaki Disease, apparently. The flowers were beautiful, and they kept blooming inside me, the love unfurling and killing me slowly. The first time it happened, I knew there was something wrong with me. Why did this happen to me? Did I not deserve to love, to be loved? But I realized that despite the deep ache, I loved, and I loved too much, everything, and nothing. And love was such an ingrained part of me, I could hardly get rid of it, only to survive. So I allowed it to consume me. Doesn’t it sound romantic? To be consumed by your own immense love… And you’re probably asking yourself, why, or rather who. Well, I’m taking the seeds of that secret to my grave. They shouldn’t carry the guilt, the burden, as they have no responsibility in this. It’s my fault, and mine alone. I’m the one who refused to get rid of that all-consuming love, as in a way I loved it too… I’m getting off-topic, as usual. I’m writing you this letter to apologize, I’m sorry, wholeheartedly. I never wanted to leave, I never wanted to avoid you, I never wanted to hurt you like this. Writing this hurts more than the roots inside of me; I keep thinking of everything we've ever done together, your dreams, our hopes, and the giggles as Sensei broke you and Kakashi apart. I miss you, with every breath I take. And you’re always going to be in my heart, the dearest and closest to me, for eternity and beyond. I hope I can rest in yours, never forgotten. Take care of yourself, as I will be always watching over you, in the sunshine tickling your nose, the whispers of the wind, listen closely.

Again, I’m sorry, for everything I left behind. Yours, dearly

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acerathia · 8 months

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two birds || Act III

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Wordcount: 2.5k

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Obito Uchiha / Reader

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features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

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Scene I. – YOU, feverish pillows, the marks of the days in old, where the prediction came true

The scene: Your home, the suffocating air filling your lungs, scratching your insides

The cough wracking your body has gotten worse overnight, even though the rest of your body doesn’t exhibit any symptoms of a cold, no fever, no chills, no headache. Just this immeasurable pain deep in your chest with each inhale, with each exhale. And every exertion leads to a paralyzing coughing fit. So you decide to stay home for the day, sending a message to the Hokage, even if he probably already anticipated that.

After sending the bird on its way, you settle in your living room, after picking a book from the shelf. One of your favorites. Your best friend had given you this edition as a birthday present, and since then it had been your prized possession. Everytime you read this book, you could also read his little comments on the side, his thoughts forever between your hands. And maybe you should’ve realized earlier how much he means to you, how much you cherish everything he ever gave you. Not that your reaction would have been any different, his feelings for Rin unwavering for years to count.

Another coughing fit grabs you, shakes you, You hack and rasp, trying to lodge whatever has gotten stuck in your throat out. After coughing for eternity, and yet only for minutes or seconds, the itch stops, something smooth gliding over your tongue. Carefully you stick your tongue out to grab it with your fingers. A petal. From a flower. And you turn it between your fingers, sticky, yet brilliant, wondering where it came from. You don’t remember swallowing a flower, much less a petal. But it certainly stems from your insides, the itch gone the moment it emerged.

Because you significantly feel better, you decide to visit the library. It surely has some books containing this issue. Because as much as you hope this is the only petal ever, it’s highly unlikely, your breath still heavy, full.

Still, getting rid of that one petal made you well enough for a walk to the library without losing breath. For some reason you don’t ask at the desk, rather you just make your way between the shelves, looking for the medicine section, anything related to that, as you’re assuming it’s some kind of flu.

Grabbing some books you sit down on a table and page through them, careful to not miss anything. Every time you finish a stack of books, you return them to their place to get more.

It took you a couple of hours to finally find something describing your weird cough.

You keep rereading that passage, words not quite registering in your brain. But once they do, you know what you’re supposed to do. What is expected of you. But you simply refuse these two options. How could you lose your love? What is the world without love? And it’s out of the question to just confess, as this would ruin whatever friendship you had been building for all these years. So that means…

Before you could even finish the thought, you notice a shadow lurking over your shoulder, and you continue to the next page of the book, acting like you’re just browsing in this thick encyclopedia of medicine. And appropriately you flinch when that person puts their hand on your shoulders, whipping around with a gasp. The exclamation fitting for the environment, yet expressive enough. You should be feeling bad for this act, but you don’t, it’s simple etiquette, play along.

The moment you lock eyes with Obito, you grin, and that’s barely an act, only the slight modification of it, a hiding game; how much could you conceal before anyone notices anything to be wrong?

You shut the book with a soft thud, putting it on top of the stack, allowing the book to hide between his brethren. Meanwhile, he had taken a seat opposite of you, leaning back in the too-small chair. A bright smile etched across his features, and you have to stop yourself from getting lost in them, rather focussing on a spot on his face.

You place your chin in your hand, resting on the table. “So, did you do it? Did you ask her out?” A knowing grin accompanies your question, the answer as clear as the window glass, as the sunlight shining on his dark hair, illuminating him like a halo.

Almost a thing of the impossible, his face brightens up, eyes squinting, yet sparkling with the enigmas of the universe. He nods. His shoulders shake with hidden laughter, happiness daring to spill over. Only the library silence keeps a hold of the bubbling excitement.

His breathy giggles underline his whispers. Telling you, explaining, detailing how it went. How he took her on a stroll, aimlessly walking through the market, or so she thought, until he led her to a small meadow of flowers, comparing her to the prettiest ones, pouring his heart into her hands, hope filling the emptiness. And that hope erupted into flames the moment she reciprocated his feelings; an exchange of hearts, a silent promise spoken outloud.

A kind of happiness you never could’ve given him, even if these words weren’t rotting on his tongue. This is something you have to keep to yourself, if only to keep the sun shine inside his eyes, to hear the bells inside his laughter.

And this knowledge alone makes your throat grate, this sight alone makes your heart cramp. A sight you’re undeserving to witness, as you’re not the one granting him this blessing. Never a blessing. The words you’ve been keeping inside are nothing but a curse, to you, to him, to the relationship between you. It makes everything rot. That’s why you have to keep it inside you, no matter what happens, you’re burying it deep in your lungs.

Despite your inner turmoil you grin, smile and coo at his behaviour, his giddiness contagious, filling you with a small amount of happiness, glad to see him thrive, to see him fulfil his wishes all on his own. And this spark flares the guilt up, because how selfish of you to think about your own predicament, about your own feelings, when your best friend is sharing the good news with you, all sunshine and breeze, galaxies filling his hopeful eyes, the future, their future as bright as the stars.

So you push them further down, promising to never utter a word, to never form a single thought in his presence. This way you could fully relish in his company, bathe in it, and simply concede.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so kitschy,” you tease and stick your tongue out in mock disgust. And you barely dodge as he leans in to flick you against the forehead.

His hand immediately retracts and ends up pinching your cheek, pulling slightly. You turn your head to bite him and he retracts his hand to keep his fingers safe.

“What else was I supposed to do? Someone refused to give me proper help…” he puffs and crosses his arms, muscles moving underneath that black material, stretching, telling you how they flex and move.

You clear your throat, before doing the motions of retching. “And why should I? That’s none of my business. Please, don’t tell me you want to consult me about your se-”

He had jumped forward, chair screeching against the floor as he hurries to push his hand against your mouth, muffling your next words, the redness of his neck spreading to his ears.

With a grin you don’t try to bite him this time, rather you just lick his palm, pressed against your lips, callouses against your skin, and he pulls it back, disgust etching itself on his features, and betrayal. And he tries to get rid of the spit by scrubbing his hand against the material of your shirt. A giggle escapes you as you deflect his hand, standing up to gain more room to move.

But before you both could actually start anything, the librarian stepped closer, yanking you both by the hand to stop you. Her harsh glare is more than a simple request, more like a warning. So you both hide your head between your shoulders and tiptoe out of the building, her eyes burning your backs all the way out.

Once a couple of steps away from the library, you can’t help but burst into a laughing fit. And he joins you soon after that. And for a moment there’s nothing but your laughter and the sun above your head. No heartache, no flowers, only you two in giddy misery.

And you wish desperately for it to never end. But every good thing must perish, wether by its own hands or by the choking fingers of someone else. Your fate must be a mix of them both, as before you could invite him to any activity with you, he already seems to have spotted something he liked, as he begins to walk away, barely a glance your way. And you don’t think anything by it, following him without questions, only slightly stumbling as you see the object of his desire.

Of course. And you get yanked back, the leash around your neck reminding you of your place. Never by his side, only behind, in her shadows, catching the bouquet and nothing else. Despite that reminder, you don’t change your attitude towards any of them, why should you? They don’t deserve pain, only because you decide to keep your misery inside of you, to tend to it like a flower, crawling up your spine.

You immediately pounce on Rin, grabbing her arm. “Rin! He got us kicked out of the library,” you whine with an exaggerated pout, well-aware he can’t defend himself or he would risk your rather risqué conversation being brought up.

That’s why he stammers, mouth falling open and shutting again, before adopting a tiny pout himself and shooting daggers your way. And you send him a sly grin before sticking your tongue out and walking with Rin to wherever the way is leading you. He immediately sticks to her other side, acting sneaky when he takes her hand in his, fingers carefully placed between each other.

You tear your gaze away, trying to ignore the caving in your chest, the way your body craves the same softness and carefulness, the silent touches. You swallow the grating in your throat, before marching in front of them, as you have reached the market, marvelling over the new produce and even buying a shiny red apple. As usual Obito asks you to buy him one too, but as usual you refuse, claiming you don’t want to spend any money on him.

“I’m not your sugar mommy, wahh–” He cuts you off by trying to snatch the apple out of your hand, and you barely manage to dodge him. You know holding the apple into the air won’t do any good, so you begin to back off, moving as unpredictable as possible, calculating your chances to escape and deciding on a high possibility. That is until your back bumped against a wall, and your movements restricted suddenly.

Despite that you continue to dodge his grabs, keeping the apple out of his reach. But you didn’t expect him to grab your arms, holding them to just bite into the fruit, taking a rather big bite.

“What are you doing? This is disgusting,” you sneer, a scandalized expression forming on your face.

He lets go of you, making a peace sign while munching with a grin. And you just throw the fruit at his face, it hitting his forehead with a strong sound.

“Damn, that resounded. I guess your skull is empty after all,” you remark with a snort. Your sneer softens a bit when seeing his pout as he’s rubbing his hurt forehead. It gives you the urge to pinch his cheeks, but you refrain. It’s not the same after all. So you only bump into his shoulder as you walk past. And you can’t help but cough into your palm once you took a couple of steps away, the itch growing stronger with each minute. But it doesn’t feel like you’re gonna cough something up yet, so you try to alleviate the grating with a cough, a cool drink from one of the stalls.

“Hey! That was mean, I just wanted to have some,” he complains against your back, as he walks back to a giggly Rin, having watched the scene with amusement. Both of them join you for a cool drink, the juice colorful under the rays of the sun, and cooling of course, soothing your burning insides with a single sip.

While you’re taking a gulp every time you even feel a tickle at the back of your throat, you watch as the two tried each others drinks, a silent conversation flowing between them. And you’re no idiot, even if you like to act like one, you know when you’re supposed to be leaving, when your presence is undesirable, even if words try to deny it.

So you allow the itch to catch up to you, sending you a coughing fit as a present. “Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick… Sorry, but I need to go home and lay down,” you rasp, holding your hand to your forehead, grimacing with the pain flaring between your ribs, even if because of different reasons than they might think.

Rin offers to heal you, to help you, but you refuse, too scared she might discover the real reason behind your ailment. You reason with her, why should she use her chakra for something that can be fixed easily with a good night’s sleep? And maybe you lightheartetly threaten to refuse anything she might offer in the future, before she caves in and just hugs you tightly, explaining the ideal ways to get rid of a cold.

Your best friend is propping his hands on his hips, on the verge of scolding you about going out in the first place if you’re sick, but you pout a bit and open your arms, making grabbing movements to ask for a hug. He just sighs and envelops you. His arms tight around you, and stop yourself from pressing yourself closer than a hug need, even if you wish you could bury yourself between his arms, in his neck. But you do nothing of the sort, rather you break the hug on your own volitions, already craving his warmth.

With a wave you begin your walk home. As soon as you know you’re out of their radius, you keel over, your lungs turning inside out, retching and hacking. This time you don’t even make an effort to pick the petals from the ground, letting them rot outside like they’re doing inside.

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acerathia · 8 months

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two birds || Act IV

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Obito Uchiha / Reader

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features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

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Scene I. – YOU and OBITO UCHIHA, dancing under the stars, floating in the background

The scene: A lake under the clear sky, a place of the desired dreams.

Soft lips on yours, breath intermingling, connecting. You take a step back, letting your eyes glide over his face, a bright smile crinkling, stars filling the vastness of his eyes, locked onto yours, only on you. And you open your mouth, head empty to actual words, but your heart bursting with them. But before you could even utter a single word, he starts grimacing, a cough rattling the picture in front of you. Petals dripping down his lips, staining them like blood.

His eyes still fixed on your figure. "This is your fault…" he rasps, flowers blooming on his tongue, the stems breaking through his throat, his body evaporating in red petals, sticking to your skin, entering your pores, integrating themselves into your bloodstream, red on red.

And then you're all alone, red staining your insides and the beds of your nails. Nothing but flowers and pain and hurt. And you, useless, lonely, sad. This is what your fate is, what it's always supposed to be. Filled with the void and death.

Peaceful in its own way, yet crawling over your skin like long lost touches. You can't help but scratch over your veins, trying to get rid of that growing itch, only to see flowers blooming in the open scratches, bursting your skin open.

You feel your ribs cracking and creaking, pressure against the suddenly brittle bones, taking your breath away. It feels like you're about to burst open, to bloom within splatters of red petals.

Scene II. – YOU, all alone, with the open window dragging a breeze into your heavy room

The scene: Your home, stagnant breath of the lost.

With a gasp, you open your eyes, the rays of the sunrise barely hitting your lashes. Your fingers curl on your chest, feeling the bones resting in their place. And you want to take a breath, but something has lodged itself in your throat once again, and you have no other choice but to hack and cough, iron coating your tongue until something fills your mouth, the taste of pollen against your teeth. As usual you simply pluck it out of your insides, keen on getting rid of it, only to halt your movements. The petals fill your palm, colors blooming between your fingers. Only it isn't only a petal but a whole flower, your blood invisible against its softness.

A carnation, layers upon layers draped over your skin. And you do nothing for a moment, nothing but simply stare at the flower which has bloomed inside of you. You take a grating breath before crushing the fragile plant between your fingers. The movement sending jolts of pain through your joints, creaking and cracking, feeling swollen.

With this, the pain starts, as every bone feels under pressure, barely able to move, static and yet ever-growing. A curse tumblew weakily over your lips, hot, feverish pain too overbearing to properly think, much less move. You don't know if this is a side effect from the flowers, or if you suddenly got sick with whatever sickness causes that sort of pain.

In the end it doesn't matter, as you have to report it to the Hokage nonetheless, your incapacity a variable they now have to consider. So you put some comfortable clothes on, ignoring the growing bruises along your veins, and make your way to the Hokage, to your Sensei.

Scene III. – YOU, and afterwards MINATO NAMIKAZE, the smell of paper and ink, the smell of responsibility and the oncoming talk

The scene: The tower, where all the powerful men had resided for hours to come

With a rasp you make sure nothing is clogged in your throat, preferring to not choke in the middle of speaking, before you finally knocked at the door. A hushed murmur can be heard until said door opens, an Anbu leaving the office with hanging, tired shoulders but content nonetheless.

You can't help but knock on the frame once again, to make sure he is ready to allow you to enter. He looks up and waves you in with a smile.

"Good morning! A pleasant surprise to see you so early," he welcomes you warmly, eyes flitting over your face and features slowly morphing into worry. "Still sick?"

You nod slowly, careful to not set off another bout of prickly pain. "I'm sorry, Minato-sensei, I think I need a prolonged leave. I– I won't get better any time soon…" Your voice is hoarse, the last few days have turned your throat raw.

You know, you should've told him the truth, but can you really? Can you really tell him and risk him thinking of you as someone lovesick? As someone controlled by their feelings until they kill you? As someone weak willed, not simply confessing or undergoing surgery? You cherish the man in front of you, and the mere thought of him filled with pity, borderline disgust cracks your ribs, your soul.

So you keep your condition a secret, until it's too late, until nothing else matters. Until your love consumes you, turning you into its habitat.

He frowns but doesn't say anything before signing the necessary paperwork for your extended leave. But before he hand you the piece of paper he says: "If you don't mind, visit the hospital on the way. Maybe they can help you."

You snort. "Thanks sensei, but it's probably some heat exhaustion or something, no worries." And you grab the paper with a goodbye and a wave, only waiting to be out of sight to slump your body against the next wall.

Your skin itches and hurts, as if something is crawling over it, and every touch only worsens these symptoms, bruises spreading like weed. Nausea violates you and had you eaten something earlier you would have gotten rod of your insides. You're silently thanking your foresight, as it's enough to rip your lungs out of their place with each breath you take.

All you want to do is go home, lay down and stare at the ceiling, maybe drown in some painkillers, like plants in fertilizer. But it seems like fate doesn't like you in particular, as you happen to stumble over the usual bickering duo of your group, plastic bags slung around their wrists. They seem like they have been grocery shopping, at the worst timing. You hurry to pull the hood of your hoodie over your head in a way that puts a shadow over your features. Even if the way you're leaning against the wall is already suspicious enough.

You hear them getting closer and you glance their way, only to see Obito pouting at something Kakashi seems to have said in retort, and he doesn’t know how to respond to it. Your eyes wander over his puckered lips to his eyes still full with joy, crinkling at the corners. And a thought comes to your mind: if he already looks so happy to see and talk with Kakashi, with whom he has an eternal feud, how is his face when enjoying some time with Rin, his beloved? You wish you could see it, but the only thing happening in your mind are flashes of the night. His accusations chanting through your head.

The multiple facets of Obito mix and mingle, and despite the pain, despite the horrors of your mind, you still love him, your heart only beating for him, confessing your feelings with each beat. Each beat choking you more and more. And at this point it doesn't matter to you anymore, you cough into the crook of your arm, avoiding looking at the pair as they walk past you.

Once you're sure they're far enough, you try your best to straighten up, spitting some leaves and stems into the ground. You continue on your way home only to stop when someone tugs at your clothes. You turn around to come face to face with Naruto. The little kid looks like he has been playing around with his friends when he noticed you, a bright grin adorning his chubby face.

"What's up! You wanna play with us?" he asks, pointing a thumb towards a group of other children.

You chuckle, the sound grating harshly, before patting his head. "What's up little guy? Hm, I don't feel well, le–"

"Is it because of the flowers? The one you're like vomiting and stuff? Did you eat them?" he interrupts you and you have to pull yourself together to not flinch at his astute observation.

"Uhm, yeah, I ate some bad stuff while on a mission, now I'm all sick! Horrible stuff! Now, that's why you gotta tell the truth, yknow? Don't hide stuff, because it can hurt you, or anyone else. So, I told you the truth, and now you gotta go back to your friends, imma play a game with you another time, deal?" You hold a hand for him to shake before once again joining his group in laughter.

You doubt there is going to be another time, but you don’t really have a choice in that matter. At least you hope you could give Naruto some tips for the future, even if you're not really worried about him in that aspect.

This meeting managed to distract you long enough for the pain to ebb away, leaving nothing but a dull ache, the veins waiting for the sun, your sun, to appear again, whether in your thoughts or elsewhere is irrelevant. Luckily, the distraction lasted until you collapse onto your bed, barely enough time to wrap yourself in a blanket before another coughing fit escapes your lungs, unprompted. They have been getting worse as of late, everything triggering their chokehold on you, pain flaring with every inhale, with every creak of your joints. You don’t even have to actively think or see him for such an intense reaction.

Those reactions, almost like an allergy, occured when in his company, or when your brain was admiring him in silence, in the peace of your room. That's why you have been avoiding him as of late, as you could no longer hide the way your body reacts so viscerally to his proximity alone.

That's why you have begun to avoid him altogether, him and everything reminding you of him, which proved to be more difficult than you thought, as he is so deeply ingrained in your life, every step and every stroke of paint on your wall carries a certain memory with him. So you got worse, you isolated yourself and still didn't get better. And the gap between you and your friends made your heart ache, the pressure inside of the valves intensifying.

But you'd rather wither away in your room than allowing your friends to see you in this state in the first place. How could you dare to even allow them to feel guilt in the first place? Every single seed of your misery you had sown yourself.

A pained sigh escapes you once the coughing fit is over, color splattered all over your blanket. This drained you of all your leftover energy, but you still have some stuff to finish, which you gladly took to your bed rather than move to the table.

You get rid of the colorful blanket, making place to strew papers all around you. And then you began to work, hands trembling, vision fading, but you manage to finish up and to neatly pack everything together and to place it on the commode next to you.

With that put out of the way you lean back into your cushions, the soft material warming your skin and you push yourself closer, eyes directed towards the window. Trees and plants are all this little hole can offer you, so you close your eyes, imagining the blue salty sea. And you wish you had visited it once before, leaving the woods for more than work. But this daydream has to be enough, the water laping against your ankles, welcoming and yet deceiving. The water nourishes your soul and you step closer, still aware of this fantasy, as there is no danger in that. So you allow yourself to be embraced by the sea, taking a deep, free breath, no constraints, no pain, and no lost friendships. Only fading laughter.

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗐𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 (𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾/𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇), 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾. }

the slamming of the front door could be heard from inside your bedroom. from the shuffling and grumbling of your husband, you gathered that the rest of his day didn't go the way he wanted

Rushing out to greet him, you took his face in your hands pressing a kiss to the scarred side smiling up at him, you noticed that his tension melted just a little

"I'm home brat." He took off his coat jacket, you snatched it from him leading him to the dining table, pushing him into the seat. "Welcome Home, be right back."

You came back to the kitchen placing a plate of food in front of Obito and sitting down in front of him with your own, watching him sigh in content after taking a bite

"How was work Tobi?" You cut through the sound of metal clacking against glass watching his features fill with dread as he straightened up

"My employees act like children and are so incompetent. I'd fire them all if I could, but then how would I be able to spoil my Queen?" You laugh as he held your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"And I most definitely appreciate it." Picking up your plates, letting them soak, you led Obito to your bedroom giving him a towel, nudging him in the bathroom

"Take a shower it will ease the tension in your shoulders." Taking the clothes he handed you, you walked to your laundry room placing his clothes in the hamper, deciding to wash tomorrow

The shower still ran, providing you with the chance to change in his favorite bright orange floral mesh lingerie set that you covered with a black silk robe. You lit two vanilla scented candles, the smells wafting through the air

You put your plaits in a ponytail restoring the room a smidge, you caught the sound of running water stopping as you waited by the door of the bathroom

The door opened steam exiting as heat protruded from his body, the short towel wrapped around his slender waist while his hands ruffled another towel on his head drying his black tresses

He opened his eyes finding your short figure in front of him with a wide smile, he scoffed at you "What are you up to brat?"

You grin at him unwrapping your robe, letting it drop to the floor. "Nothing." A smirk splayed Obito's face his hands rested on your waist gradually kneading the chub of your body

"Oh yea it's nothing?" He smugly inquired, you hummed in agreement. "That's why you got on my favorite set?" "You've had a rough day at work after I left so.. you can take all your stress out on me."

Your eyes gleamed when he pressed his lips to your forehead before resting his head against yours. "I don't deserve you." You grabbed his hand guiding him to the bed

Removing his towel on his bottom half, you made sure the towel on top of his collected all droplets of water, placing the towels somewhere in the room

Climbing on top of him you planted your palm to the scarred side of his face once again leaving a longing kiss to the surface. "You deserve the world Obito."

He huffed watching you as he spoke. "You said all of my stress?" You grinned from ear to ear nodding your head. "Yea all of it."

Flipping you over he ran kisses along your neck and the peak of your breasts, which wasn't cupped by your bra til he unhooked it throwing it across room

Pink tongue trailing to the brown bud that hardened from the cold air, fiddling and twisting the other. He faintly bit your nipple holding it betwixt his teeth, sucking it as if milk would leak then alternating

He marks down your chest, over the plump of your tummy, coming in contact with the underwire garter that rested just on your bellybutton

Halting to look at the masterpiece before deciding to leave it on, detaching it from the panties he slid off a few seconds later

Planting a kiss to the outside of your pussy then to the shell of your clit startling you causing a groan to arise as he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit

He moaned out a pleased expression lacing his features. "Fuuck I'll never be sick of your taste. Soo fuckin good... 'M rock hard from just a taste of your pussy." Your hole tightened from his claims

Sucking your clit he pulled away, cleaning his lips of your essence. "Just look at this pretty brown pussy. You dressed in my favorite, you know what that color on you does to me. Fuck 'm so hard."

You squeal as he folded you in half, your knees by your ears as he lapped up your juices. "Fuck can't get enough of this." His lips attached to your clit suckling it, triggering the flailing of your hips

Sobbing in pleasure you try to speak but fumble on your words. "Fuucck~ d-daddy can't t-take it...t-too much." You buck under his custody while he continues to slurp up your arousal

Getting deja vu when he looked at you in annoyance. "Shut up and lie back, let me eat my meal in peace." You abide crying out, legs quaking from the well-known weight pressing your belly

His fingers enter you making you jolt, the curl of them hitting that special spot encouraging a whine to fall from your lips. the stiff feeling in your legs muscles so taut it seemed as if a cramp was about occur

As you came down from your high Obito gently ate you out til you stopped twitching, feet now rested on the bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips heart beating frantically

He trailed up your body chaste kisses left in his wake, passionately crashing onto your lips, his hand glided up reaching your throat connecting like a magnet

You draped your legs around his torso continuing to sloppily tangle your tongues together, you moan into his mouth tasting your cum

"Fuck you see how good you taste." He pants, breath hovering above your face. You moan wantonly. "J-just want you. Your dick please."

Granting your pleas he lined himself up with your core entering slowly, you felt every vein and curve his dick provided making you choke out a gasp

He lifts your legs putting your feet onto his shoulders, turning his head to kiss at your ankle looking down at you with grateful eyes stress evident on his face a small grin forming

"Damn 'm that pretty? Your pussy just squeezed me for no reason." You scoffed out a laugh as he teases. "Obito fuck me."

The sound of your begging made him go haywire he just had to bait you one last time. "That's how you ask for things brat? And you must be a dumb slut because you can't seem to remember my name."

"Daddy please please fuck me." Your whines increasing when he pulled out to propel his hips forward. you lurched on the bed a moan stuck in your throat from the force

He gripped your waist the fluid movement causing your breast to bounce sporadically, one hand moved to your clit rubbing it watching his dick cream

"So damn tight." He groan watching you reach up, pinching the brown bud

The other hand that held your waist now grazed your throat, clasping it in his hold. you moan from all the stimulation feeling that familiar high approach

"Fu-fuck 'm so close so so close." You whimper as he fastened his pace on your clit, your pussy throbbed and your legs twitched

He deeply huffed feeling you compress his dick that pulsed, filling you with a thick white cream. He pulled out, his cream flowing out of your pussy down to the sheets

"Oh shit." You scooched further up the bed, disregarding the cum leaking down your legs and the spot it made, getting comfortable. Obito collapsed lying head in between your breasts

You rubbed the top of his head raking your fingers through. "Thanks sweetheart I really needed this." He sighs pressing a kiss to your cleavage

"No problem baby plus I get a pretty good deal out of it." You both laugh softly drifting off into peaceful slumber

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