#uchiha therapist part 1

[alienatedtsuki]

Hello there! You can call me Tsuki or 月, which translates to "moon" in Japanese. Feel free to use any pronouns you're comfortable with, as I'm good with any. I am in my early twenties, INFJ I'm fluent in 4 languages, currently honing my Japanese(5th language) to perfection. I ship NaruSasu/SasuNaru wholeheartedly.

Why did I start this blog with sns fanfiction? I currently have 452 fanfics downloaded in my sns folder. I've read all of them. It is only logical I share my thoughts and recommend some of them. This is the list of the best sns fanfiction I have ever read. (There is one post with Shisui/Naruto and Itachi/Naruto – "If life gives you other Uchiha, make it work", but that's it) Enjoy, dear 🍅🍥 fans! Right now we have such posts as:

Best of the best (single fic/author per post):

Best codependency series "Hopeless Wanderer" by dawnstruck [1]

Biggest, healthiest(they visit a therapist!), mostly SasuNaru, modern AU fanfiction [1]

"Kizunaverse" by YoungAndOverIntelligent [1]

Best of Domestic | Slice of Life | Farm AU [1]

Best short NaruSasu/SasuNaru Fanfiction [1]

Smut Recommendations:

Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke [Kinktober 2023 Part I] [1]

Best of Kitty Play [NaruSasu] [1]

Best of A/B/O NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1]

Oh, how useful are these shadow clones [1]

Best of Modern AU [4]

Recurring posts:

Redefining the normal | Post Chapter 698/699, NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1 2 3]

Valley of the End is truly the End [1]

After the Timeskip [1]

Naruto, take the wheel [1]

NaruSasu/SasuNaru, but they are smol (genin and younger) [1 2 3]

Child Neglect, NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1]

Best of Modern AU [1 2 3 4]

Best of Office AU NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1]

Best of Time Travel AU [1]

Best of "5 + 1 things" [1]

Best of oblivious Sasuke, NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1]

Domestic NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1]

Kyuubi | Nine-tails | Kurama Appreciation Post [1]

When Heroes Turn Writers, NaruSasu/SasuNaru [1]

[an-ambivalent]

Uchiha Therapist: Part I

Synopsis: Yandere! Madara x Reader x Yandere! Sasuke 

 [Name] is a struggling post graduate psychology student who has more on her plate than she can handle. Between her practicums to gain work experience and writing reports, to trying to maintain a decent lifestyle and look after her own mental health, there is little to no time left to work an actual paying job. Yet, money is essential for survival. So,  she does the next best thing that has been trending recently to assure a good paycheck; she becomes a sugar baby. The only thing is, [Name] is unaware that she’s become sugar baby of the Madara Uchiha, the notorious CEO of Uchiha Corporation. She is also unaware of the fact that she’s the therapist of his nephew Sasuke Uchiha, who has begun treading over the professional boundary of a patient, and has started developing an abnormal fixation for his therapist since she seems to be the only one who actually understands him.

Warning: Although this story will come to contain yandere themes that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read, there are no yandere themes present  in this chapter. It does have mentions of negative and tiring thoughts that may be triggering. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional and any yandere or other toxic behaviours that may be present in the future, know that I do not condone such behaviour. 

Word Count: 4K 

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Story start; A day in the life of [Name] 

On the night that started it all, when [Name] was feeling particularly disheartened and dissatisfied with her life, she had vented her frustrations and sorrow to her good friend Ino Yamanaka. Although many things in her life were going right, and she was privileged enough to have the chance to pursue her wanted career, it came at a cost. Her entire life schedule was fixed around her post graduation studies, other little spared time was for cooking and doing chores, and the rest was for sleeping. [Name] lacked the time for earning money, and doing things that were higher on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs — dating to find someone to create a meaningful connection with, or working on her previous hobbies. 

The two friends had been consuming enough booze to be a little more than tipsy but not enough to be drunk. Some words were slurred, the fine motor control had decreased a bit, and with their faces slightly flushed, Ino was convinced that she had the best idea to [Name]’s problems. 

Giggling at her own idea, Ino had snatched [Name]’s laptop from in front of them, and tapped various keyboard keys for joogle to search up. Once she saw the results, she clicked on one of the many websites shown as a result, and after a few more minutes of more clicks and keyboard taps, she had turned the laptop towards [Name] to see, with a triumph grin on her face. 

“A sugar daddy,” Ino claimed proudly. 

[Name] raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“A sugar daddy — it’s the perfect solution for your troubles. Not only will you get to earn more than enough, it covers the dating aspect too! Someone to spend your time with, to sleep over with — just without getting too attached. You’ll have a social life once again that doesn’t consist of you drinking booze with me or our other friends and you can finally afford to look decent again,” Ino explained straightforwardly. 

[Name]’s eye twitched. “What do you mean finally afford to look decent again?” she inquired in a low voice, and glared at Ino, who smiled sheepishly at her. 

“Well you’ve been a fashion disaster for sometime now—“

“Sorry I don’t have rich parents like the rest of you to buy me extravagant brands,” [Name] retorted, and a tick mark of anger bulged on Ino’s head. 

“Well Sakura is a commoner like you too and even when she was a starving student, she still had a fashion sense. You don’t need to buy something expensive like jucci to look decent!” Ino snapped, and [Name] scowled at her. 

“Whatever. This discussion is pointless anyway since I’m not going to become a sugar baby,” [Name] responded, and went to grab a bottle to consume more alcohol.  However, the uneasy and anxious expression that Ino wore made her halt amidst her movements. All of a sudden, a cold shiver ran down [Name]’s back, and she felt a sense of dread building up in her gut. 

“Please tell me you didn’t,” [Name] pleaded and Ino winced inwardly, before she turned the laptop around to show [Name]. 

“I did… I already signed you up. You have a date with him this Friday night.” 

“INO!” 

That was the gist of how [Name] had become entangled in her predicament with Madara Uchiha, and what was meant to be nights for [Name] giving her daddy some casual sugar, turned into an diabetic sugar addiction. 

It was baffling really, how as children, people can be better in following orders than they can be as adults. And for someone like [Name], who had been studying psychology for years now, and began to work with the theories, one would think that practicing what she preached would be easier; she was great at helping her clients, but not much at helping herself. 

“Make sure you don’t go with strangers” — a lesson that had been engraved in children at school and from their parents for their own safety. It was one of the most basic rules of common sense to evade danger; however, it was the rule [Name] failed to follow. Instead of not going through with her fixed date with a sugar daddy, who was a complete stranger and who knows pose what danger, she had gone through with it. And she had not even taken any caution to have their first meeting in a public place, no. She had gone to his home, which was the only place he accepted for their meeting, because she was too anxious to say no or not go through with it. 

She really wondered how she was able to help her clients so well when she could not even manage her own anxiety. 

So, now, here she sat. Since by Ino’s definition, [Name] was a walking fashion disaster, the blonde had refused to let her go without her help. Their tastes differed, but even [Name] had to admit that Ino had done an incredible job in helping her choose an outfit that was suited to her tastes. Granted, it was skimpier than what she usually wore and more figure defining, but it did make her look really nice. She did not look like a savage mess with evident dark eyebags who appeared to have just gotten out of bed and went to work straightaway like she did on a daily basis. But she felt exposed and uncomfortable in the setting she was not accustomed to.

The penthouse she had been invited to was extravagantly luxurious; the small dining for the two of them (her and soon to be her sugar daddy) was right next to the giant window in the living room that showed a beautiful night view of the Konoha city. Lighting in the room was ambient and romantic, and there was a small pizza, that looked ridiculously expensive for what it's worth, and red wine settled before her. While she did not want to indulge in such luxury, feeling on the edge of the seat because of how her sugar daddy to be was scrutinizing her with calculating onyx eyes, and never being the one to refuse free food, she mindlessly ate it, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“You know, usually you’re supposed to make conversation and sell yourself to try and convince me of why I should stick with you rather than someone else,” Madara spoke, and this was so abrupt and unanticipated on [Name]’s part that she froze half way through biting her food. Her cheeks felt hot in embarrassment, and she awkwardly coughed loudly before looking up at Madara. Although he found her antics to be somewhat adorable, he kept a straight face. After all, to gain the attention of a man of his status, there were many who did the strangest things to appease him. Madara was not a man to be tricked so foolishly. 

“Why should I sell myself when you haven’t convinced me to why I should be your….uh, sugar b-baby rather than s-someone else’s?” [Name] responded. She had started off strongly, but near the end when it came to referring to herself as a sugar baby and realisation of the situation sunk in, she felt herself become more flustered. 

Now, it was not odd for people to be intimidated by Madara. However, acting in confidence at the same time, and to question his authority, that was new. The corner of his lips twitched upwards in amusement. He leaned back in his chair and raised a fine black eyebrow at [Name]. 

“And why should I have to sell myself to you? I’m the one who, essentially, is paying for everything,” he challenged, and [Name] scoffed at him. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s really costing you,” she mumbled under her breath, before clearing her throat. “Someone else can pay me too.” 

“You had no reviews on your profile, you’re lucky that I even chose to click on it. Usually, it’s hard to get started since no one bothers with anyone with no reviews.” 

[Name] shrugged. “That was your own choice, don’t shift the situation onto me. And besides, how do you know it's only reviews that count online? I might know a lot of other sugar daddies I had in my past that desperately want me but it's lucky that I chose to give you, a stranger, the chance.” 

Madara was amused by the fact that [Name] had used his own logic against him, and could not help but smirk. Even though it was more than obvious through her behaviour that she was an absolute newbie to this, he decided to humour her. 

"Well, I am an Uchiha," Madara said simply, as if that sole reason explained everything. 

[Name] blinked in confusion. "Uhhh, okay…? Well, I'm [Surname]. That explains why you should choose me.” 

This time, her response really did leave Madara confused. His eyebrows were furrowed and there was clear confusion written on his face. 

“You don’t know the Uchiha?” he asked incredulously. The urge to sigh in an exaggerated manner and snap at him was strong, but [Name] decided against it. With the way he spoke in that condescending tone, and expected [Name] to treat him as if he was of utmost importance, made it more than obvious to her that he was used to being treated as the highest authority. Perhaps he was of importance and not watching herself around him could lead her into a huge mess. But [Name] did not particularly care about his status or whatever he had going on that made him expect her to seemingly kiss the floor he walked on. If she cared about authorities and sucking up to people, then she would not be training to be a therapist in the first place. There were going to be times when she would have to fight authorities and regulations with her sweat and blood for the sake of her clients. And really, if [Name] did care, she would not have been here in the first place -- having dinner with a complete stranger. 

“Uh I do?” she said, but it sounded more like a question. Madara opened his mouth to respond to her, but he shifted the focus of the conversation to another topic. He felt even more perplexed by [Name] now because how could she not know the Uchiha? 

“Nevermind, it’s not of importance. Tell me, why are you in this line of business? You don’t seem,” fit for it, he wanted to say, but chose his words carefully. “The type to want to do this.” 

In response, [Name] felt flustered. She wondered if it was really that obvious that she was not used to it and Madara was simply humouring her. She could very well tell him the truth that it was because Ino had tricked her into it. However, that would make her seem gullible. Now that she may be committing to this, she knew she needed to build a good reputation for herself. She decided to tell the half-truth. 

“I need the money,” she answered in a murmur, before she brought the glass of wine to her lips, and took a huge drink from it. 

Madara watched her with analytical eyes as she downed her alcohol, taking no moment to savour the taste. He had also noticed how she was on her third plate of their dinner and wondered if she had any decency and how she was capable of eating so much. 

“Your job doesn’t pay you enough?” he asked in a genuinely concerned tone, before he followed [Name]’s example and downed his remaining wine in one go too. He had never done that before, and after finishing it, he had to admit there was an odd sense of satisfaction of not savouring its every taste and drinking it all together at once. 

Madara was staring at her with anticipation and worry embedded deep in his ebony coloured irides. Frankly speaking, [Name] had not have someone look at her with such concern in a long time. Generally, on the rare occasions she did speak freely about her worries, whoever she shared her problems with would give her their own input rather than simply listening to her and asking her the right questions that would help her discuss or figure out her own problem. The sight of it made her heart beat faster, and she unknowingly found herself talking before she even what she was doing.

“It’s not that… Well, actually I don’t even work. I barely have time to breath, working is my last priority right now,” she murmured, nervously fiddling with her fingers, as she observed Madara from the corner of her eye.

“While I cannot relate to your financial struggles, I understand the situation you’re in. Becoming so busy because of a goal you once had, that you question whether it’s even worth pursuing it anymore. You lose sight of who used to be and the things that brought you pleasure. There’s always something to do that you can’t even remember the last time you truly felt alive,” Madara said thoughtfully, and his words caused [Name]’s eyes to widen. 

“And no matter how much you want to try and change things, it just feels like you’ve been stuck in the same cycle and it keeps repeating over and over and over again,” [Name] murmured, sighing dejectedly. “I really hate the world.” 

Madara chuckled at her declaration as he lifted another bottle of wine that was on their table. 

“Me too. Why don’t we discuss more things we hate about the world and learn about what we in common over more wine?” he suggested. The edge of suspicion and tenseness he held before was no longer present. Instead, he was now feeling much more relaxed than he had in awhile, and felt intrigued about [Name]. The twinkle in his eyes in hopes to talk to her more caused her lips to stretch into a cute flustered smile. 

“Sure.” 

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It was the week which was like the last and there was no change but stress levels felt higher. Even after a decent ten hours sleep, [Name] felt exhaustion crawling like bugs underneath the epidermis layer of her skin. Dark bags were swelled prominently underneath her eyes. Her hair was tied carelessly in a messy bun that fell to one side; it wasn’t pretty like the one’s beauty gurus showed. It was loose but the knot was tight enough to make the weight of the hair feel too evident with each passing moment. Taking a quick sip from her steaming mocha, she greeted the administrators on the front desk that were the first point of contact between clients and the therapists who worked further back in the office. This office was where [Name] was presently working to gain practice experience in her second practicum. Generally, students in training were simply meant to observe and learn. If permission given by their supervisor, they could step in. But in [Name]’s case, for the sake of the story’s plot, the office she had chosen this time were understaffed. And since she already had finished one practicum and had quite a lot of other experiences from volunteering under her belt, she was trusted to work independently with whatever clients may be assigned to her. 

“Good morning Moegi and Konohamaru,” [Name] greeted, and the two looked up from their screens. When they noticed it was [Name], they beamed at her and returned her greeting in response. 

“How was your weekend [Name]?” Konohamaru asked, as he handed her the appointment schedule of everyone she would seeing today. 

[Name] was ready to give her autopilot response of it being "okay" and then quickly shooting a "how about you" like she usually did. However, before those words left her mouth she paused to ponder: truly, how had her weekend been? 

It was okay. Actually, it had been more than okay.

It had surprisingly been a lot of fun. When she had went through with her sugar daddy date, she had somewhat expected that she may end up having sex with a rich man she would not have been attracted to and receive compensation for sleeping with him. But that had not been the case. Madara was quite attractive, and although the dinner date had begun with a few subtle jeers thrown at each other, she had ended up having a good time with him. The fact that she felt safe enough to be vulnerable with him in the way she didn't even feel that level of comfort with her friends, and shared things she hadn't even known she was bottling up - - it was such a profound experience. To go from discussing their hatred for many things, to confessing secrets and feelings they weren't judged for, but rather, listened to, to getting so drunk that they sang cheesy songs and ended the date with their own unplanned karaoke night, it left an odd feeling of satisfaction and joy in [Name]'s chest that she had not felt in a while. The knowledge of knowing that she would be seeing Madara again soon left her feeling embarrassed. 

"It was," she began, and she covered her face with one hand to hide her embarrassment. "Really nice and fun. I had a good time," she murmured somewhat quietly. Then, right away, she scurried off towards her office before they could question her further or talk about their own weekends.

[Name] had left Moegi and Konohamaru surprised with her response, and the two turned to each other wondering if they had heard right. 

It was after lunch when [Name] was indulging in some [favourite fruit] iced tea, hoping some sugar would help her stay awake when she had an appointment with a client she would be seeing for the first time. She had settled her drink on the table beside her, walked through the hallway, and into the main office with reception and waiting area for clients. 

It was there she saw a young man not much older than herself. He had warm ivory skin and black hair bangs that framed his face. The back of his head looked like a duck’s butt. He must have heard her footsteps because before she even called out his name, he had looked up. When her eyes met his, she took a sharp intake of breath because he looked oddly similar to Madara. The way his obsidian eyes scrutinised her made her feel uneasy. Nonetheless, she gave him, what she hoped appeared to be a welcoming and reassuring smile. 

“You are Sasuke?” she assumed, and he stood up. 

“Hn,” Sasuke responded simply, and at the lack of any greeting or even a facial expression caused [Name] to sweatdrop. But nonetheless, she carried on like she did with all of her patients. 

“Before we start your session, did you want anything? A hot chocolate, coffee, water?” 

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at this before he replied nonchalantly. “A black coffee.” 

[Name] nodded and just before she could speak once more, a head of messy black curls invaded her vision and she was greeted with a smile that was almost too falsely cheerie for her taste. 

“Hello! I’m Shisui, Sasuke’s cousin. And stoic face over there is Itachi, Sasuke’s brother. You forgot about us Miss. Therapist,” Shisui greeted brightly. At his exuberant persona, Sasuke glared at him. The one who he had introduced as Itachi, sighed, and [Name] looked at them apologetically. 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t notice you. Can I get anything for you as well? If you’ve been with Sasuke until this point, I can assume you’ll be staying with him.” 

Itachi nodded and stepped up front and held out his hand for [Name] to shake, which she obliged to almost instantly. 

“Yes. We are here to oversee my little brother’s recovery at my Father’s orders and make sure there is progress,” he explained simply. His words were harsh. It was evident in the way Shisui had become tight lipped, and how Sasuke had now averted his glare onto Itachi. [Name]’s eyes shifted to observe their reaction and then returned to Itachi who was looking at her stoically. It wasn’t too obvious. However, she noticed with the way Itachi’s jaw was clenched more tightly than it had been before. This change in his body language clearly indicated that he had not wanted to say what he did and he did not want to be here. And from the intense glare Sasuke regarded him with, [Name] safely assumed that whatever was going on with Sasuke, Itachi seemed to be a part of it. Underneath Itachi’s pretty eyes, she noticed a sense of tiredness that was all — physical, mental, emotional and more. She saw that same sense of exhaustion on her own face each day. 

The session had not even started and this was already turning out to become so complicated. [Name] hoped she would still have her sanity by the time she graduated and came to do this full-time. There were some of her colleagues who never bothered with rules or following basic procedures to assure their clients comfort and wellbeing. Lucky for her clients, she did. And when she needed to, she would bend over backwards and willingly go beyond her capabilities for them. 

She knew from the way they all held themselves, and particularly with how Itachi had spoken that they were of important status. Their ‘father asked [them] to be here’ was a subtle way of implying that she could get in huge trouble if she did not comply with them. But [Name] just didn’t care. 

She turned to Sasuke with a stern look on her face and motioned towards Shisui and Itachi. 

“Do you want them there to support you or would you feel more comfortable with just you? Either way is fine. It’s your decision,” [Name] said smiling at him. 

The three raven-haired males that had been introducing themselves moments ago stilled and their eyes widened in shock. Shisui was the first one to snap out of it. 

“Uh, Miss. Therapist, I don’t think you know—“ 

“I know what I’m doing. Please refrain from implying such things and let my client decide for himself,” she retorted, narrowing her eyes. Shisui went to warn once more, but he was stopped by Itachi, who shook his head. 

Itachi’s gaze went to Sasuke, and then back to [Name] as he spoke. 

“I’m sure she knows what she is doing. We all wish for Sasuke’s wellbeing. We won’t intrude if he doesn’t want us to,” he proclaimed. That was his way of hinting for Shisui to drop the subject, and reassuring both Sasuke and [Name] that he was on their side, particularly with Sasuke, letting him know that he would not let their father find this out. 

“Aniki,” Sasuke murmured in disbelief, staring at his brother for a few moments. Then, he looked back at [Name] to see she was still giving him the same sweet and gentle smile she had greeted him with. 

Maybe, perhaps, this time, signing up for therapy would be worth it. Maybe he could allow himself to talk to her and not fear judgement and consequences like he had with his previous therapists. 

“I’d like it to be by myself,” he murmured, looking away from her with slight pink cheeks. As his eyes had drifted away from hers and met Shisui’s, who gave him a warning look, his shoulders tensed and his eyes snapped back to [Name] right away. “P-Please and t-thank you.” 

He did not need to glance at Shisui again to know the oldest male was now grinning at him. 

Seemingly, his politeness seemed to be unexpected and Sasuke wanted to scoff at how [Name]’s eyes had lit up in pride. It almost annoyed him because did they really think he was that dimwitted? 

“You’re welcome. Now, follow me please. Shisui and Itachi, our session will be around an hour so you can come to pick him up in that time,” [Name] said. The two of them nodded and waved the two goodbye as Sasuke followed after [Name] to her office. 

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A/N:  (tbh, uhhh, I plan for this to be a yandere story [whispers: eventually] but this chapter is fluffy. I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this or if I’ll add more Uchihas as love interests and turn into a reverse harem for [Name], I’m gonna make shit up as I go along and hope it turns into something decent lol gang gang. I just need to write a story I can write without worries and just enjoy the process of it rather than caring about where it leads. So yeet. I hope you join me on this journey <3)

[animeomegas]

Oh wow! I feel like I now know Neji so much better, thank you so much for answering! The differences between him and sasuke are much clearer now as I used to think they were indeed very similar. Seriously thank you for answering! Would you like to talk about Sasuke’s characterization? I know he’s another complex character that many people struggle with. This topic is so interesting!

(Ahh, I'm so happy you found it interesting!! I really enjoyed writing it! Sasuke's characterisation is always difficult but I will try my best to list some of the things I always keep in mind when writing him:)

Sasuke's Characterisation:

1. Trauma - It is a sad reality there is almost no part of Sasuke's character that isn't at least somewhat influenced by or driven by trauma. His life has been so hard and has left him with many scars. Sasuke suffers from awful nightmares, has defence mechanisms on top of defence mechanisms, trust issues, difficulties accepting love, a low view of his self worth as a person... And that's just the start of it. Canon can sometimes gloss over it, but I think it's very key to Sasuke's characterisation to remember how broken he is. Even being in Konoha puts Sasuke on edge after everything that the village has done to him. That's why frequent trips out of the village are pretty key to maintaining Sasuke's fragile mental health in my opinion. He needs to get away.

2. Sex vs Love - Sasuke actually has no trouble accepting sexual advances, especially compared to similarly traumatised characters like Kakashi or Gaara. I don't think Sasuke ended his missing nin era as a virgin, personally. But love? He can't handle that at all, and sex fuelled by love falls into the love category. Sasuke doesn't want to leave himself vulnerable to being hurt, it's instinctive after how many times he's been hurt before, so allowing himself to love someone or be loved by someone is a mountainous hurdle for him. If he's alone, he can protect himself. If he relies on others, he open to being hurt at all times. It's something he gets better at, but it never truly goes away. Sex that doesn't mean anything, doesn't leave him open to getting hurt so he's down for using it to blow off some steam.

3. Perfectionist and control freak tendencies - Sasuke is a perfectionist in everything he does. He keeps meticulous training regimes of course, but he also keeps a meticulous shopping list. If someone else buys him his weekly food shopping, he'll double check they got the right things and didn't forget anything (right in front of them lol, some people find it a little insulting.) Sasuke has always had elements of this in his personality, but I think mundane chores were the only things he felt he could control in his life, so he controlled them as much as he could, something he never grew out of. Sasuke is also a very clean and tidy person who likes his space to be perfectly ordered.

4. Touch starved but resistant - Sasuke is touch starved and love starved to the highest degree, perhaps beaten only by Kakashi, but he is resistant to solving those problems. It's why, whenever his guard is down (sick, injured, sleepy etc.) he will always automatically reach towards comfort. He needs it. He thrives under it. But his defences get in the way if they aren't already lowered. Sick!Sasuke does many things normal!Sasuke would be ashamed and embarrassed about.

5. Determination - Sasuke is determined to do things. When he starts something, he commits to it. It's one of the most interesting but often overlooked parts of his characterisation, outside of his commitment to training. Yes, he is determined to train. But when his therapist recommends keeping a garden? That garden will be the healthiest and neatest garden in Konoha if he has any say over it. I imagine that Sasuke vs Ikea furniture would be as entertaining as any part of the chunin exams. Between the perfectionist tendencies and the determination... It would be fun to watch.

6. Protective/possessive behaviours - Let's say someone managed to break down all or most of Sasuke's defence mechanisms... someone like Naruto or a possible partner. Sasuke would die for them without question. He finds it so hard to love, but when he does, he loves completely and in an all-consuming way. He defends that person to the end, and like hell is he letting anyone take them away from him. Even just pulling a prank on his partner would put you on his permanent shit list.

Quick side note to do with the last point, it has been explored by some people on the internet before, but I really like the idea of the sharigan impacting more than just physical health. I think that Uchiha love more deeply, more obsessively than your average person because of the way the sharigan affects their brain. When they attach to a person, truly attach to them, they will never let go, there is nothing they wouldn't do to try and protect that person. Sasuke is the epitome of this. He would do anything to protect a beloved partner. Anything. And if he fails, he would join them in death. There is no life without the person Sasuke attaches to.

I think Sasuke is an 'all or nothing' kind of person in more ways than one.

(Hope that made sense! x)

[kittyanonymity]

Marinette

hi, yes I love you guys, so here is the final part of the WonderSuper Timinette prologue for the angst train. The next part of this will not be out for a long time, since I try to give most of my attention to a single project at a time (otherwise I would finish nothing lol) This is mostly just about Marinette immediately following the final battle. 

ALSO BIG WARNING!! CHARACTER DEATH! ;-;

Finally, Tim makes a small appearance... my boi..... 

Ao3

Prologue:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 :HERE:

Actual Story: 

P1

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Marinette’s knees hit the grass as soon as she’s through the portal, and her transformation falls finally. She doesn’t see where Tikki goes, just continues clutching her bag to her chest; it has everything she needs. The Miracle Box, her new phone, and the credit card Master Fu had secured for her, along with her new identity. 

But Marinette’s eyes were unseeing as she crouched in the dirt. 

All she could do was remember. 

Mayura had a sentimonster on her, pressed into the ground, she couldn’t move; her powers were useless if she couldn’t get the leverage she needed! The rest of the team had been batted aside like they were bugs, and Chat was barely holding his own against Hawkmoth. 

And then- 

Marinette choked, and then she was wailing, fat tears rolling down her face as she finally mourned her partner; her friend. She screamed to the sky, cursing everything she could think of.

The blade of Hawkmoth’s cane pierced him through the heart, and to make it stick, Hawkmoth withdrew and delivered another blow to Chat’s lung; the sick slide of the blade made her heart stop. 

And then she was screaming, Chat’s body falling to the ground limply. He stared at her, one arm reaching for her, and Ladybug didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t help-! 

And then his eyes dulled, and his transformation finally fell with his last breath.

Marinette’s anguish compounded on itself as she stared at Adrien, and she broke. 

There were hands on her shoulders, and someone was talking to her, but all Marinette could do was shake her head, unable to see through her tears. 

She had failed. 

Mayura’s sentimonster fell away in shock, a pained sound leaving the woman; Hawkmoth stared at the boy, appalled, and Marinette growled when the man took a hesitant step forward. 

“A-Adrien…?” 

She moved, putting herself between Hawkmoth, and the boy she had loved; she bared her teeth in a snarl. 

“Stay away from him!” She screamed, “This is all your fault!” 

But it wasn’t, it was hers too. 

She’d gotten captured, hadn’t been able to back up the team; been too afraid to reveal her meta powers even then. 

It was her fault Adrien had died. 

A sharp pain across her cheek pulled her out, and Marinette stared in shock up at the woman in front of her. 

“Oh, thank god, you had me scared there for a second, kitten.” 

Marinette’s eyes welled with fresh tears at the sight of the leather clad, cat themed heroine currently pulling her in for a hug. The woman sighed. 

“Sweet girl, what’s happened?” 

Marinette shakes her head, but another voice chimes in. 

“Marinette, we need to go.” 

The girl looks over in shock, surprised to see Tikki hovering there in plain sight of a stranger. The woman pauses, staring at the creature. 

“T-Tikki?” Tikki turns her big blue eyes to the grown woman. 

“You are a hero, yes?” The woman slowly nods. 

“Kind of. I’m Catwoman.” Tikki nods. 

“Yes, I know of your activity in Gotham. Marinette needs a safe place to stay while she processes what she’s just gone through. It’s been…” Tikki pauses, her face contorting in sorrow, “A traumatic last 24 hours.” 

Selina’s eyes grow wide as the girl in her arms sobs harder. 

And, well, she can’t just leave the girl. Not only would she regret it, Harley and Ivy would kick her ass on principal alone. So Selina sighed, and hooked her arms under the girl’s legs, and picked her up. It was a testament to how worn out the girl was that she didn’t even flinch. 

And she was off, heading back to the penthouse she shared with the other Sirens. 

~

Tim paused on his patrol as he noticed Catwoman down on the street, cradling a girl to her chest. Batman had taken Hood and Nightwing with him to the Watchtower to find out about that mysterious broadcast, leaving him and Damian patrolling with Cass for the night. He tapped his comm. 

“Note, Selina’s picked up some girl; she seems upset.” Alfred chimed back a moment later. 

“Noted, Red Robin, thank you.” 

Tim followed at a distance, watching Selina enter the building containing the Siren’s home and base of operations. Given that they were less inclined to criminal activities while operating as the Sirens, Bats had allowed the women to keep the penthouse; it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he and Selina were consistently seeing each other still. Nope, not at all. 

Tim rolled his eyes as he scaled the skyscraper next to the apartment building, reaching the point where he could peer into the Siren’s apartment; Ivy and Harley were home, lounging in the living room. Harley was clipping the nails on her hyenas, while Ivy read. At least until Selina burst through the door. 

Tim watched the women freak out for a bit, until Selina handed the girl over to Harley who escorted her out of his sight; likely to the spare room they kept. He could see Selina and Ivy talking, and Selina shrugged, throwing her hands up; and Tim decided that was all he needed to know. Just the Sirens helping another lost girl; nothing new. 

He left before he could see Ivy show Selina the livestream from earlier. 

Or he might’ve seen how the women looked towards the young girl with recognition. 

As it was, Tim was only worried about the possibility of another Siren in the future. 

~

Harley guided Marinette gently into the spare room, letting the girl sit on the bed; Harley sat on the floor in front of her, and crossed her legs. 

“Cats out there thinks you’re broken, little missy.” Marinette hiccupped, and nodded. Harley clicked her tongue. 

“Broken doesn’t mean useless girlie. Do you know who I am?” Marinette took a deep breath, and nodded again. 

“Y-you’re Dr. Harleen Quinzel.” Harley arches a brow, a bit impressed. 

“Bingo, little flower. And if you know that, then you know what I’m trained in.” Harley’s smile softened, and she reached up, taking one of Marinette’s hands in hers. “I can help, kiddo; you are looking at a certified therapist. And it’s free of charge since you’re so cute, princess.” 

Marinette is giggling, and then she is sobbing, her whole body shaking with the force of her grief. 

And Harley swears she’s going to help this girl get better. 

No matter how long it takes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prologue:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 :HERE:

Actual Story: 

P1

y’all are free to ask me questions btw! I love talking head canons and stuff! <3

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Togaku Uchiha Headcanons Part 2

Part 1 Headcanons are here: x

For those who haven’t read my fic on Togaku: x

Is a bit of a recluse, partly because he was always shoved to the sidelines by his father and brothers.

Acesexual, but would definitely be open to relationships if he ever had the opportunity during his life.

His hair always looks sorta like it’s been soaked. It’s definitely on the thinner side for an Asian person. It’s not spiky either like the rest of his family.

His injury sometimes makes it difficult to keep well groomed, but he definitely tries his best. 7/10, give or take.

An early riser and early sleeper, Togaku still manages to get bags under his eyes, but they’re not that noticible.

Has a few premature grey hairs, and stress marks due to the injury and other related health problems.

He’s learned to cope and appreciate everything he has, despite what life has dealt him. He found solace in Izuna before he died, and takes comfort in his art.

Would probably be a good therapist in a modern AU.

After Madara *died* he became head of the Uchiha clan.

Becoming clan patriarch put even more stress on Togaku, which eventually got to him. He only held the position for two years, before dying due to health complications.

His health took a turn for the worse during the last six months of his life. During that time it was clear to the clan he didn’t have much longer to live.

His cousin (who was waiting for him to die) started stepping up to lead the clan until Togaku died.

Said cousin eventually became clan patriarch himself. Itach and Sasuke are directly descended from him.

[kuriquinn]

Recovery & Patreon & Other Stuff

Hey everyone!

So, I’ve been having a good day today (much better than yesterday!) and thought I’d catch up with you guys.

I’m still dealing with the anxiety stuff. When I get into potentially stressful situations I still burst into tears and get shaky and a lump in my stomach, but I don’t get too bad left to my own devices anymore. I’m going to start going back to live on my own as opposed to bunking with family soon, which is nice. I’ve always been very independent and I loved living on my own, so getting back to that will be nice. 

Anything work-related still triggers me, so I’ve had to completely disassociate from that (no work alerts, no answering emails, no lesson planning). That’s been hard, because I’m so used to doing something constructive that not doing it stresses me out. While I hate being stressed, I like to be buysy. More on that below. 

I’m productive and almost functional between 10am and 12pm, and if it’s a really good day I get to 1:30. After that there’s no point to even trying because I just get a brain full of fuzz and can’t think through it. 

Therapy has been helping A LOT, but I don’t know how long I can keep going to this therapist as it’s rather expensive. Again, big thanks to all of you who have been using my ko-fi jar this past year, you’re the reason I could pay for yesterday’s session. 

Slowly, I’m working through all of this, and I couldn’t do it without you guys. Special shout out to those of you who have been checking in with my almost daily. If I didn’t have you, I don’t know how I’d be coping, to be honest... 

I love you guys!

PATREON

I have been considering launching a patreon page for months now, and there’s never been the time to really work on it. And since everything in my life started to get really complicated, so many of you have reached out wanting to know how you can help support me so I can get back on my feet, back to my best self and back to writing stories!

Since I’ve been put off work for a few weeks to recover, I thought an interesting creative project for myself would be to start setting up my patreon in earnest (and my therapist says I need a non-workplace related, non-stressful activity that I can work on at my own pace).

After much thought, I decided not to offer fanfiction on patreon, because I’m really uncertain and uncomfortable with the legalities of it all. And added stress and anxiety is probably not a good idea right now. I may set up a different page later offering my own original fiction and short stories for a small fee, but I’m not yet at that point. That’s an entirely different project, but I’ll keep you in the know about it (especially those of you who said you wanted to read my original work!)

My patreon page that I’m constructing now will be dedicated to offering writing tips & tricks, video tutorials, writing prompts, personalised critiques and editing of patron creative writing content (this could be something as simple as cursory proof-reading to in-depth content editing, depending on the reward tier chosen). Original creative content and transformative works will be welcome, but I will not be looking at academic writing because honestly, I’m sick of correcting academic work.

I’m hoping this will give me the ability to build my resume to transition from the field of education into something more writing/editing/journalistic based. Or, possibly even start my own proofreading/editing/content creation service. 

At the moment, I don’t have any major rewards up as I’m in the process of creating them - at my own pace and when I have the energy to do so. But for anyone who would like to start supporting me now while I get things up and running, I have enabled the general support incentive of $1 per month on the site. And I’m trying to come up with better goals, but as mentioned, this whole thing is a work in progress. ^_^

ORIGINAL FICTION

A little while back I mentioned waking up utterly inspired for an original story/novel and I’ve mostly been working on that when I’m in the writing mood and not feeling too stressed.

As mentioned, it’s a romance/mystery/comedy novel, kind of in the style of Naruto Gaiden, Tanya Huff’s Vicki Nelson series (go read it now if you haven’t!) and Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum mysteries, but in my own style. I’m basing the main characters heavily on our favourite SSS family, so hopefully that’s of interest to you guys. 

I’m currently in research mode for it, which is always a really cathartic part of the writing process for me. It involves a lot of reading of books/novels that I draw inspiration from and fact-checking (I know, I’m weird, but looking up/researching information is calming to me. I don’t know why...)

I’ve also been fleshing out the characters. Some of them even have names already *gasp*. Once I’m more sure of them, I’m going to exercise my creative muscles and try to create some concept art of the characters. I may make these available for you guys to look at here or on a different platform. Again, this will probably be for a small fee as it is original content.

We’ll see how all of this goes. It’s longterm goals right now, nothing concrete, but I feel like you guys have been so involved with me for so long you should know my plans.

FANFICTION

I work a little on my stories every day according to my energy and inspiration. 

I’m currently editing Samsara as it’s been a while since I looked at it and it could use some improvement. Also, I’m thinking of using it as a means of showcasing my editing/proofreading skills, so it’s both a labour of love and serves a greater purpose. 

Mostly I’ve been jotting down a few paragraphs here and there on some upcoming Indra/Shachi companion pieces and working on outlining my Tales of the Uchiha stories. Occasionally I’ll take a look at Never Tell Me The Odds and try to get back to it, as I know there’s a lot of interest in me finishing it, as well as You Are Cordially Invited. 

I hope I can come back to fanfiction soon, but of course, I’m not going to rush anything unless I’m feeling particularly inspired.

Anyhow, I just wanted to catch up with you guys and let you know what’s going on in my life right now. And I’m getting kind of tired now so I’m going to sign off for today.

I’ll check in with you guys again soon.

Lots of love!

Kriss

[fiction-queen-blog]

The Amazing Uchiha bruhs

Story list!

Beginning!

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9 chapter 10 chapter 11 chapter 12 chapter 13 chapter 14 chapter 15 chapter 16 chapter 17 chapter 18

Episodes! (Start from bottom and then go up)

Pancakes

Buzzkill

In the closet

MockTrail

sick

AA

Family Therapy 1

The criminal

Madara’s dare

Body shot

Childhood story 3

Childhood story 2

Childhood story 1

Black Eye

Bang Crush 

Stripper Sasuke

Fuck buddies

Glory hole

Itachi’s Booty

Loving Madara

Dinner (New Years)

Confession(New Years)

Dirty Talk (New Years)

Re-enactment Lion-king

Madara’s birthday part1

Madara’s birthday part 2

Pokemon love(dream)

The Broken Flute

Halloween part 2

Halloween part 1

Naruto’s seventeenth Birthday part 2

Naruto’s seventeenth Birthday part 1

Banana bread

Brats

The mug

Itachi VS Naruto

Locked outside

ItaSuké

Pokemon Go

Seventeenth birthday part 6 (final)

Seventeenth birthday part 5

Seventeenth birthday part 4

Seventeenth birthday part 3

Seventeenth birthday part 2

Seventeenth birthday part 1

Showing Madara affection

The truth behind Itachi’s forehead poke

Shameful sins

Utakata

Sumo’s death

Future plans

Sleep over

Aniki

Brother fight 1

The cinema story

16th birthday  part 2

16th birthday part1

Niisan, help me study

Setting a date up

Wearing a cute onesie

My sunflower

Animal story

Uchiha hair

Showing Itachi affection

Deidara burned the kitchen

Naruto’s new hairstyle

The switch

When I was 14

Kiss

Drugs

Xmas 2016

Rain TV and movies

Therapist part 2

Losing Pride

Shisui’s Birthday

48 hours

Halloween

P.E

The video chat

Naruto’s birthday

The lost baby

Nah

Gangsta Tobirama

Frog licking

The dentist

Bad panic attack

Uchiha Obito part 1

Itachi cooking

Law Firm Party

First Aid lesson

Bathroom

Forgiving Karin

Mall+ Izuna

Kissing Madara

Pranking Zuna

Long drive

Madara being nice

School project with Shino

Wanting to watch a movie

Take the Chicken out of the freezer

Fucking school

Water guns

Grocery shopping

My parents’ love story

Show me your snake

Baby sitting Senjus

Blood donation

Filler

Sakura’s dare

Closet 

Dating Naruto?!

Itachi beating Orochimaru

Feeling neglected

P.E showers

Gaara + Ice cream

Kiba’s dog

Bring your pet to school

Trampoline

Bitch flirting with BAE

Deep conversations

Sakura-chan’s stalker

Madara’s boner

Kakashi for dinner

House party

Secret lover

Naruto meeting the brothers

Trip to Suna with Naruto

Obito’s show

Caught Naruto with someone who isn’t me

Naruto asked me out

Sick niisan

Puppy?

My little Pony

Painters competition

Kicking Neji’s ass

Drunk Itachi

Sugar

Disney world

Making out with Naruto

Naruto’s old crush

Kissing Tobirama

Shisui marriage

A little sister

Cousin in town

Going to work with Shisui

NaruGaa

Getting drunk with Zuna

Obito humming Barbie Girl

Hinata asking Naruto out!

Brothers discovering my crush

Bored with Zuna

Killing Obito

flirting co-workers

Interrogating Naruto

Hashimada

Caught masturbating

First period

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(Part 1, Misstsundere) Dear Itachi For the past few months I've noticed that most of my life has turned to sh*t. And I would like some advice from someone who is intelligent as you are. My mum and dad are constantly shouting, sometimes arguing. And I notice that my older brother likes to show off, and it makes me feel like sh*t. Because I have nothing to show off. I feel constant paranoia because I'm afraid of people talking about me (bad things) all the time.

(Part 2, Misstsundere) Also a few days ago, while watching a TV series I really enjoy, it began to talk about depression, and when I began to cry at the thought of it: this is when my mother asked me a question that made me think 'are you depressed?' It made me think and think about it. And I searched the signs. And I realised that I have been showing a few of the signs. I don't know what to do, could you please help me out. Love Miesha

Miesha,

I am sorry that you are having such a rough time of it. Sooner or later, our brains get sick just like our bodies. Thank you for your compliment and for your bravery in reaching out for help. Firstly, I’d like to correct one of your statements - “I have nothing to show off” - This is incorrect. You are unique and for that, you have reasons to show off. Your strengths are there if you only think to look with the eyes of an outsider, someone who is not you. Secondly, do not be afraid of what others may think of you. Life is too short to worry about other people so simply be who you are and the world will love you for it. I am sorry about how you are feeling but it seems to me that despite your parents arguing, your mother cares for you and I daresay your father and brother do, too. If you are seeing signs of depression within yourself, I can only recommend that you seek out a professional. Internet research is useful but self-diagnosis is not. You have already taken the first step in reaching out to me and while I cannot help you, a doctor or a therapist can.

I wish you well in the coming months and I hope that something in this letter has helped or even comforted you.

Sincerely, 

Itachi Uchiha.

[theamazinguchihabruhs]

Story list!

Main story!

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9 chapter 10 chapter 11 chapter 12 chapter 13 chapter 14 chapter 15 chapter 16 chapter 17 chapter 18

One shots!  (Start from bottom and go up)

Stripper Sasuke

Fuck buddies

Glory hole

Itachi’s Booty

Loving Madara

Madara’s hair

Dinner (New Years)

Confession(New Years)

Dirty Talk (New Years)

Re-enactment Lion-king

Madara’s birthday part1

Madara’s birthday part 2

Pokemon love(dream)

The Broken Flute

Halloween part 2

Halloween part 1

Naruto’s seventeenth Birthday part 2

Naruto’s seventeenth Birthday part 1

Banana bread

Brats

The mug

Itachi VS Naruto 

Locked outside

ItaSuké

Pokemon Go 

Seventeenth birthday part 6 (final)

Seventeenth birthday part 5

Seventeenth birthday part 4

Seventeenth birthday part 3

Seventeenth birthday part 2

Seventeenth birthday part 1

Showing Madara affection

The truth behind Itachi’s forehead poke

Shameful sins

Utakata

Sumo’s death

Future plans

Sleep over

Aniki

Brother fight 1

The cinema story

16th birthday  part 2

16th birthday part1

Niisan, help me study

Setting a date up

Wearing a cute onesie

My sunflower

Animal story

Uchiha hair

Showing Itachi affection

Deidara burned the kitchen

Naruto’s new hairstyle

The switch

When I was 14

Kiss

Drugs

Xmas 2016

Rain TV and movies

Therapist part 2

Losing Pride

Shisui’s Birthday

48 hours

Halloween

P.E

The video chat

Naruto’s birthday

The lost baby

Nah

Gangsta Tobirama

Frog licking

The dentist

Bad panic attack

Uchiha Obito part 1

Itachi cooking

Law Firm Party

First Aid lesson

Bathroom

Forgiving Karin

Mall+ Izuna

Kissing Madara

Pranking Zuna

Long drive

Madara being nice

School project with Shino

Wanting to watch a movie

Take the Chicken out of the freezer

Fucking school

Water guns

Grocery shopping

My parents’ love story

Show me your snake

Baby sitting Senjus

Blood donation

Filler

Dating Naruto?!

Itachi beating Orochimaru

Feeling neglected

P.E showers

Gaara + Ice cream

Kiba’s dog

Bring your pet to school

Trampoline

Bitch flirting with BAE

Deep conversations

Sakura-chan’s stalker

Madara’s boner

Kakashi for dinner

House party

Secret lover

Naruto meeting the brothers

Trip to Suna with Naruto

Obito’s show

Caught Naruto with someone who isn’t me

Naruto asked me out

Sick niisan

Puppy?

My little Pony

Painters competition

Kicking Neji’s ass

Drunk Itachi

Sugar

Disney world

Making out with Naruto

Naruto’s old crush

Kissing Tobirama

Shisui marriage

A little sister

Cousin in town

Going to work with Shisui

NaruGaa

Getting drunk with Zuna

Obito humming Barbie Girl

Hinata asking Naruto out!

Brothers discovering my crush

Bored with Zuna

Killing Obito

flirting co-workers

Interrogating Naruto

Hashimada

Caught masturbating

First period

[an-ambivalent]

Ok that yandere!madara and sasuke story already has me hooked. I can’t wait to find out more about literally everything. It was so good! Amazing writing!😊

Thank you so much! That truly means a kot to me because I thought people might not enjoy it with the way it was written. I find it reassuring and will try not to worry about that sm anymore and continue writing it as it comes to me, thank you 💞 I've been ranting about this au for a few months in tags of my various reblogs 😂 hope it all comes together in the end lol. 😊 I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)

[theamazinguchihabruhs]

@all bros but sasuke: GO TO FUCKING THERAPY all of you and after u can say shit or not about sasuke >:c (especially madara/itachi)

Family Therapy part 1 

“Today, we are going to burn all our old bridges and build knew ones, stronger ones”

Sasuke rolled his eyes and looked at Izuna, making an indication that this was going to boring. Izuna smiled and nodded before getting hit in the back of the head. He hissed, looking at Itachi who was making notes like a nerd.

“He started” Izuna whispered.

“So, are there any questions before we start?” The man asked, he had this kind expression on his face and it almost looked like a mask, it was hard not to notice.

“Yes” Sasuke raised his hand, as if he was in school, “I actually already go to therapy...so...can I go?”

“No” Itachi responded for the therapist who just smiled kindly, pretending it was funny.

“I don’t think it is for you to decide, is it?” Sasuke asked the man.

“I think you are smart enough to know the answer to that and moral enough to know what the right thing to do is” He gave a supportive nod.

“Okay” Sasuke got up, “Bye suckers” He wanted to walk away, but Shisui pulled him back on the couch.

“I am telling you the moral sense is turned off on this kid” Shisui stated, looking at the therapist.

“It is not even a question, it is a fact” Sasuke admitted, nearly proudly when he leaned in to Shisui, who wrapped his arm around his youngest brother. Little did Sasuke know, it was his typical trick to keep the younger one to sit still and not get away.

“Shall we just start?” Madara suggested.

“Look at you paying attention” Obito turned his head towards Madara, looking impressed.

“Pff, the only thing I actually want to pay for is your silence and...a scotch”

“This is how I know you “ Obito sighed.

“We start with a warm up exercise before we proceed to the emotional side, I want all of you to get loose-” The therapist wasn’t even finished talking when Izuna slit off the couch on to the ground.

“He said get loose” Izuna justified his action.

“Keep him on the ground, where he belongs” Sasuke commented.

“How about we start with an exercise where we pretend to be air dancers-”

“I will stop you right there...what are air dancers? Because I can’t really dance, I mean I can hang around a pole-”

“It is the inflatable tube man” Itachi interrupted Sasuke.

“Yeah, the ones that goes down and then goes up and then down and then up!” Izuna laughed.

“Now quit it, they actually got a lot slower and don’t always go all the way down” Obito stood up making a similar movement.

“This is just a disgrace to dancing” Madara stated, crossing his legs and refusing to stand up.

“I don’t have to do this shit when I am talking to Mr Namikaze”  Sasuke whispered moving weirdly up and down next to Shisui.

“In a way, this makes up for a pretty good workout” Shisui tried to lighten the mood.

“What part of your body are you training, dude...come on” Sasuke hissed, rolling his eyes annoyed. Wasting an entire Sunday afternoon for this crap,  “I can’t believe I wore pants for this”

“Good job boys-”

“Hey, how does Madara get a compliment? He was just sitting the entire time” Izuna complained.

“Don’t be horny for compliments now” Obito said, immediately sitting back down.

“Hey, I was very productive in my mind” Madara yawned, “How long is this going to take? I want to see if I can make happy hour at the bar”

“Oh yes, I could go for a beer right now” Shisui said.

“Nobody is leaving until the Doctor Phopra says so” Itachi stated.

“Phopra...sounds like a blend from Phil and Opera” Sasuke muttered, but got completely ignored.

“Now, I want each of you to draw a number from the jar and then go to your partner, find a nice and comfortable spot in the living room for the next exercise, the ‘feeling wonderland exercise’”  

“Even the name sounds gay “ Sasuke commented, grabbing a number and immediately comparing it to Shisui’s “Damn it” He hissed before looking at Izuna’s who also wasn’t identical.

“You can stop praying, I drew number 2, we are partners” Itachi said.

“No, I have number 21” Sasuke immediately lied.

“Idiot, we are only with six people, at least try to make sense” Shisui smacked Sasuke lightly on the back of the head.

“Switch with me” Sasuke said

“I am paired with Madara”

“Keep your number, sucker” Sasuke got up and set next to Itachi, folding his arms and crossing his legs.

“Now, I want you to hold your partner and pull them closely towards you as if he is your baby you want to protect from the cruel world” The therapist said, walking around the living room to check if everybody was doing the exercise.

Sasuke and Itachi exchanged a serious look and both cracked a smile. Sasuke moved so he was lying down with his head on Itachi’s lap while Itachi stroked his hair.

“Why do you hate this so much? You don’t mind crawling next to me in bed, but now when you are supposed to, it is suddenly a problem?”

“Because it looks weird and stupid” Sasuke answered, “I mean look at everyone…”

The dark eyes examined the room and he wonder how Itachi ever came up with the idea of group therapy. This family had no boundaries to begin with. How did he ever hired a relationship therapist? Where did he find that guy?! On Craigslist?

“Come on, this is for the greater good, to strengthen our bond” Itachi smiled gently as he leaned in to place a kiss on Sasuke’s forehead.

“You are right, we already have the strongest bond in the room, I mean Shisui and Madara? Worst combination ever and I bet Obito doesn’t even know Izuna’s birthday...and they are like cosmic twins or some shit, you know what this means?”

Itachi raised an eyebrow looking rather worried.

“That we are totally going to win this, it is like shooting a baby through the head”

“Okay, first and foremost worst, that’s not how to expression goes, who shoots a baby through the head? It’s disturbing, secondly, this is not a competition” It seemed Itachi’s words were only half heard by the younger Uchiha, he seemed too busy examining the room.

“Yes, it is not a competition because we already won” Sasuke said, causing Itachi to shake his head.

“Just close your eyes and feel my love” Itachi moved his fingers over Sasuke’s face, closing his eyelids.

“It wasn’t instructed to close your eyes” Sasuke whispered.

“I know, I just don’t want you to look at me from that point, I once held my phone like that and it is one ugly angle”

“Wow, you are really opening up” Sasuke held Itachi’s cheek and he opened his eyes, “Do you want to talk about how that makes you feel? “ Itachi looked away exhaling deeply. “No, nissan, you should talk about your insecurities, how does it feel to have people look at you from that angle?”

“How’s it going here?” The therapist asked, sitting on the armrest of the couch.

“Not good, it seems everything coming out of his mouth is either sarcastic or some other way to mock everything” Itachi answered, looking disappointed at Sasuke.

“And why is that, Sasgay-” The entire room scoffed from the therapist’s pronunciation.

“It is Sasuke” Sasuke tried to correct him.

“Sasugay, that’s what I said” He smiled, Sasuke exchanging a look with Itachi.

“Sasugay, don’t avoid the question” Madara teased  from the corner in the room.

“The reason why you don’t feel weird by the fact your head is on Shisui’s crotch is because that is where your head 90% of the time actually is...around people’s dicks”

“Ooh ooh he ran and he scored~ Sorry Maddy!” Obito exclaimed.

“Back to my question, Sasgay, why is it so hard to let yourself be open towards your brother?”

“Because my brother is judgy and this is stupid”

“Explain why this feels stupid to you” The therapist crossed his legs and held on to his clipboard.

“Well, it is stupid because...I...I just don’t like pretending to be vulnerable” Sasuke frowned slightly.

“And why is that?” The therapist asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“I don’t know” Sasuke stated.

“I think you do” The therapist said, the entire room was quiet, listening eagerly.

“Because my dad said vulnerability is for weaklings and gutless people” Sasuke sat up, “And you know what, I have felt like a weakling, like a gutless person when mom hurt me, when she hit me and tried to kill me and I couldn’t do anything about it!” He stood up, “And don’t want to relive that!”  With those words he turned around and walked out of the living room, leaving the others behind.

“What happened?” Shisui looked concerned, getting up from the ground.

“He...he opened up” Itachi said, “I am concerned, is this good?”

“Yes, he is opening up” The therapist said.

“I am afraid, his voice sounded like he was about to cry ” Shisui looked at Itachi.

“I am going to check on him” Itachi got up and while he was followed by the others, he walked up the stairs towards Sasuke’s room.

“Otouto?” He called.

“No...not now! I need to be alone…” Itachi frowned by those words and opened the door. His expression turned to anger as he saw Sasuke with one leg out of the window.

“You are trying to get away…”

“No...no...I was just…trying to...commit...suicide?” Sasuke said, looking around him.

“What? Why would you jump out of the window when you have guns?” Izuna looked confused.

“He is trying to get away” Itachi clenched a fist, “Uchiha Waitforit Sasuke...get your ass back downstairs!” He shouted. Sasuke hesitated for a second, looking down the window.

“Don’t even consider escaping!” Itachi hissed.

“I was considering the suicide option…” Sasuke sighed and pulled his leg back in the room.

“Was anything you said even true?” Shisui asked, feeling like he got played.

“Shisui...come on...you have seen me fight” Sasuke rolled his eyes, “I am not vulnerable in any sense”

“Yet you are Itachi’s bitch”  Madara teased.

“Itachi pays the wifi, if you pay the wifi I be your bitch” Sasuke answered when he passed Madara to get back to the living room.

“You prefered to jump out of the second floor than to talk about your feelings!” Itachi snapped when he walked inside the living room, followed by the others.

“I don’t see the big deal I am already talking to Mr Namikaze and frankly I don’t think

I should be here”  Sasuke sat down, leaning his chin on his right knee.

“The big deal is that you keep everything locked up inside and at some point you are going to fall apart and then I have to pick up the pieces, like I do every time!”  Itachi raised his voice and it might have been the tone, or perhaps just the words, but at that point Sasuke looked hurt and for a brief moment it was clearly visible for everyone in the room to see before it was hidden away behind the big, black walls which were his eyes.

“Itachi, that was mean” Shisui commented

“It was bitchy and I am a bitch, but this was too bitchy for me” Madara added.

“No, no, this is good, let all the feelings out! Only then we are able to feel free, do you feel it?” The therapist asked and at this point Itachi was just straight up annoyed by everyone in the room.

“Do ya feel it, Mr.Krabs?” Izuna whispered, but Itachi ignored him in favour of expressing his annoyance.

“No! Because Sasuke doesn’t feel anything, but anger!”

“Look who is shouting!” It appeared quite controversial since Sasuke was shouting now too.

“Stop it, both of you” Shisui pulled Itachi slightly away.

“When do we get to the part where we can straight up talk about what annoys us the most, like how Shisui always supporting the wrong side”

Shisui was about to say something, but the therapist interrupted him.

“Actually, I am glad you brought that up, Itachi”

“You're welcome, at least somebody is taking this seriously” Itachi sat down, leaning back in the chair.

“Because that kind of language is actually counter productive-”

“Ooh snap!” Madara clicked his finger, enjoying Itachi’s annoyance more than he should have.

“Let’s start with the next exercise, I want you guys to sit in a circle” The therapist said.

“This better be good” Madara sighed as he sat down, as everyone was seated the therapist suddenly put his hands on Shisui shoulder, startling him.

“I want each of you to go around the circle and tell that person something that bothers you, but try to avoid words like never and always, instead of that, mention...your feelings”

“Uhm alright…” Shisui looked at Itachi on his right,  “I ‘feel’ like you complain a lot”

“Yes, this is good” The therapist said.

“I wouldn’t have to complain so much if you guys just did things right” Itachi folded his arms.

“Right, sorry I mentioned it” Shisui’s tone was sarcastic.

“Shisui, never apologize for how you feel” The therapist said.

“I thought we were not supposed to say the word ‘never’” Sasuke said, turning his head to the therapist who remained quiet for a couple of seconds.

“Good catch” He said.

“Uhm...okay...Izuna...sometimes you can be very annoying and needy, Madara your harness of assholeness is not appreciated, Obito…I have no problem with you whatsoever, Sasuke…” Shisui was thinking deeply, trying to find the right words,  “I am worry about you, a lot, and it hurts that you don’t realise how much everybody cares about you-”

“Owh right, I am hurting you guys” Sasuke wanted to get up, but Obito put his hand on Sasuke’s shoulder pushing him back down, “I am hungry, at least let me get something to snack on”

“Why do you suddenly feel hungry? You didn’t appear hungry a few minutes” The therapist tapped his finger against his chin.

“Because I wasn’t hungry back then, I am now”  Sasuke gave the therapist an awkward look.

“Or are you feeling sad and you try to progress the sadness by filling up?” He asked seriously.

“If I would have done that, I would not fit through that door” Sasuke stated, “I am hungry so I eat”

“He just wants to put something in his mouth so he would have an excuse to not talk and to put his focus on something else that is far away from his feelings” Itachi said, leaning forwards to look passed Shisui at Sasuke.

“Are you a psychology student?” The therapist seemed genuinely interested in Itachi.

“No, I am Sasuke-ologist” Itachi stated.

“So Sasgay, is that the reason why you eat so much?”

“Bitch, you didn’t, I don’t eat much, I just have a healthy appetite”

“You did not just call the therapist a bitch, apologise”  Obito said strictly.

“What?! No, he is criticising me for eating, a basic human...thing” Sasuke looked away from Obito.

“Sasuke, I am not going to repeat myself, you are in the wrong and you have to apologise”

“This isn’t working!” Sasuke exclaimed, “And honestly, I FEEL like I am being attacked”

“Sasygay, is always good to talk about how you feel”

“And I thought we weren’t supposed to say words like ‘always’”  Sasuke rolled his eyes, “You guys want to know how I really think about all of you, Shisui, you are worried about me? Look at yourself! You are in a terrible relationship, you smoke like half a pack a day, you are always stressed because of work and you wanna know why? Because you aren’t sure if you made the right choice becoming a lawyer because at the end of the day it was just a decision you made to annoy dad because he hated attorney lawyers! And you felt neglected by him!”  Shisui looked confused and the confusion turned into hurt before he looked away, not sure what to say.

“Let’s move on to Mr perfect because everything you do is so good, Itachi, I hate to break it to you, but you are a terrible, terrible brother, you are just like mom, you think you can make a difference by pretending you care about my mental health and shit, but the truth is...at the end of the day, you are not there!  Not for Christmas, for my birthday or for any occasion I actually want you -or I don’t know- NEED YOU around, to be honest, I stopped talking to you...I stopped telling you about my days or the stuff I have been up to because you have become so judgy!” Sasuke took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly.

“You want to connect? You want me to tell you everything I feel? Fine, I feel sad, I feel depressed and I feel sucky! Because everything I do...I fail and you won’t ever understand because everything you do always goes right without any difficulties! I studied weeks for a fucking maths test, only to fail it! Do you know how that feels?! Of course you don’t because you’re a fucking genius”

“You think I had it easy because I am considered smart?! I missed my entire childhood because it was suddenly appropriate to be involved in stupid adult stuff, unlike you, I don’t have memories of packing my bag and going on adventures! Because I couldn’t! Because it was always ‘Itachi, you are smart, you know the right and mature thing to do’ and yes maybe I did, but I didn’t want to, I don’t want to sit here nag and complain and give constant speeches about how family is important...but if I don’t...we won’t last a day” Itachi exhaled deeply, “And right now...I am not even sure I want us to last”

“Madara, you seem to be thinking very deeply, do you have anything to add?” The therapist asked.

“Did I take back my red tie from Hashirama’s place? I can’t recall” Madara seemed lost in thought.

“Let’s not even begin with Madara” Itachi shook his head.

“His entire existence is just...a no” Sasuke added.

“You are very mean and not caring” Shisui sighed.

“The worst part is that you just ignore all of it by drinking booze and fucking your boyfriend” Obito added.

“Hashirama is too good for you, I keep saying it” Sasuke sighed.

“Nah, it is probably upstairs, is it? It was such a nice tie” Madara said, causing everyone to exhale deeply.

“You guys say I am annoying, but if I don’t talk it is going to be very quiet and boring, you don’t realize that! I think if Obito and Madara aren’t home, this house never talks about happy things, so yeah, I try to cheer up the mood and get the conversations going, it is better than having Sasuke be depressed, Itachi complain, Shisui...being boring, that is all I have to say” Izuna said.

“Is it?” Sasuke asked. “Nothing about a certain someone misplacing your stuff?”  Izuna remained quiet and just looked at Shisui.

“I ‘feel’ annoyed when you place my stuff from the table somewhere else and forget...so I lose stuff...expensive stuff” Izuna gritted his teeth slightly.

“We have been over this, if it is important, don’t litter it around, put it in your room” Shisui said.

“I don’t litter it, I place it somewhere...where I can find it” Izuna took a deep breath.

“Shisui is right, put it in your room if you don’t want to lose it”

“I place it wherever I want! And you guys should stop putting it away! It is literally bothering no one when I put it on the counter! NO ONE! Sasuke is right! Itachi is a controlling bitch and he always thinks he is so much better! You are only 2 years older, you are not my mom! Sasuke, fuck off you don’t even have it that bad! Shisui, stop trying to defend everyone and just keep yourself out of it, Madara, I don’t know where your tie is, Obito, nobody has anything bad to say about you because you are an uncle that only comes during christmas with presents, you are never there when somebody needs support and yes I was hurt when you didn’t let me make that T-shirt design and instead when to a fucking marketing team! We are family!”

“I don’t decided the t-shirt designs, but...I guess I could tell the marketing team to consult you next time?” Obito asked.

“Empty promises, I know how to recognise them” Sasuke said, looking at Itachi.  “Nobody has a problem with Obito because his appearance in general is already a miracle, thank you for making time in your busy schedule for your family, that doesn't come first, or second, but third”

“Which rhymes with turd” Izuna added.

“I can’t help that I have to work”

“It’s not a real job, Obito! You make people laugh, how long is that going to continue? Five years tops? And what will you do after that? You didn’t even finish college! You are the one setting the wrong example!”

“Wow, Itachi, back off” Obito said.

“I think I see more of you on the internet then I do in real life” Shisui added.

“I am not complaining, whoever can give me backstage passes to Lady Gaga is awesome” Madara stretched his legs.  

“Madara...don’t even...” Obito sighed. “Why don’t you say something?”

“Well, I don’t hold my thoughts back, I say whatever comes to mind, you all know the things I hate about you and I don’t mind making you guys feel bad about it, I do that everyday, sometimes I just make my assistant text it to you guys so I won’t have to”

“Is that healthy?” I asked

“I don’t know” Shisui responded. A silence emerged the room and it was awkward.

“Well...everything is out” Itachi stated, looking up at the therapist, “What do we do now?”

“How do we fix this?” Shisui asked

“How do we build these stronger bridges?” Izuna added. Everybody was looking at the therapist.

“I...I can’t take it anymore!” He shouted, “You guys are a lost cause! It’s a miracle to me that you guys haven’t killed each other yet!”

“I think because they know they won’t be able to kill me…and the effort should then really come from my side” Sasuke said

“I can poison the tomatoes?” Shisui suggested.

“Mass suicide, we put poison in our soup, we are all done then”  

“No, not everybody wants to die” Itachi said in a harsh tone.

“Not everybody lives for army dick” Obito commented, causing Sasuke to laugh.

“This is the unhealthiest family I have seen, I can’t help you!” The therapist grabbed his bag.

“No wait! You have to!” Shisui said.

“We can’t go on like this!” Itachi shouted.

“I can’t help you...I can’t”

“I wrote you a cheque, you have to, this is your job-”

“NO, I QUIT!” The man shouted and stormed out, slamming the door behind him while everybody could see him run towards his car.

“Wait...I never signed the cheque” Madara made a not caring gesture.

“Okay...I am going to my room” Sasuke stood up.

“What?!” Shisui and Itachi said at the same time.

“What? I am bored” Sasuke stated.

“Are you just going to ignore everything that has been said?” Obito asked.

“ Yes...that exactly my plan”

“No...no, I can’t continue like this” Itachi stood up.

“Wow, niisan, I made a joke about the mass suicide thing-”

“We are going to Mr Namikaze”  Itachi stated and it seemed everybody agreed with him except for Sasuke...who just wanted to walk pantless around the house.

oxoSpecial thanks to @failureoftheyear