#Poetry is just so adorable and I'm absolutely using her to get that achievement for getting lots of gold by playing music in a single game
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[Kakashi Hatake X Reader] Let the Rain Kiss You
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Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader
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Mid-summer rains were for flowers to bathe their shying petals in serenity.
Mid-summer rains were for memories to drop by and once again relive…
You were having an uneventful day at the bookstore where you were landing a part-time job at. It was summer and dewy raindrops pounded at the front steps melodically. Your bookstore was located in the outskirts of the village, quite far from where the downtown hustle was, making it even more solemn on days like this. The sky started to pour at four and it was six by then with customers so few that you could recall which sections they stopped by without hesitation.
One more hour until closing time and you found yourself bending languidly across the desk, eyes gazing over the green grass just outside the glass window. The ticking of the clock and dulcet songs playing in the background brought reminiscence to you as you watched the clear droplets hitting the leaves then gliding smoothly against the flourishing surface. You remembered the first time you came here and immediately fell in love with the tranquility the place possessed, from the wooden shelves packed with paperbacks to the windows that would glow misty every time it rained—it was relict yet refreshing in a mesmerizing way.
Your thoughts were disconnected when faint footsteps approached the entrance. A silver-haired man calmly shrugged off his drenched flak jacket and got inside the store. The droplets of water fell from the tip of his hair and trailed the outline of his sharp jaw. One of his eyes was covered with a forehead protector—the Konohagakure symbol shining brighter with a layer of water atop. Though you were unfamiliar with Konoha’s Shinobi and never went outside of your village for the entirety of your lifetime, you were able to detect a powerful aura emanating from the man.
You stood up from your seat abruptly to welcome the newly arrived customer with a bright smile, “Hello, how may I help you?”
He scanned the whole storey and put his hands into his pant pockets, seeming dejected. “I don’t think what I need to find is here.”
“May I know what books you're looking for?”
He thought for a moment and looked around once again before clearing his throat, “… Some poetry would be fine.”
You were puzzled. Your store was full of poetic compositions, from hundred-year-old ones to the most recently published ones, but he just said what he was finding was not here. Albeit confused, you made your way around the desk and walked closer to him. Only then did you realize that he was dripping wet.
You wearily offered, “I think it’s best if you can come in and dry yourself a little.”
He nodded and smiled humbly, “That’s very kind of you.”
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In fact, Kakashi was on a journey for his mission when it rained and he could not find a roof to seek asylum—none besides a lone storey that stood out at the border of the forest, not too far from the center, but distant enough to preserve its own peace and quiet. When he came closer, his hope faltered when the place turned out to be a bookstore, not an inn. But the girl was benign enough to offer him some hospitality. Though he noticed that she was cautious of him, she still guided him through the hall and into a larger room, surrounded by old bookcases with a mystic scent of forgotten beauty.
“Please wait here if you don’t mind,” she whispered, “I’ll go get you a towel.”
Kakashi settled himself on a bench, resting his head against the side of one of the shelves when she stepped out of the room. He could see the last weakling rays of the day shining through the glass windows, casting a warming yellow tone on the ancient volumes neatly placed on the bookcases, pleasant to the eyes. His thoughts slipped at the slight cracks of her footsteps approaching and the gust of wind that billowed into the room once she opened the door.
She carefully handed him a plain white towel, her gaze never left the floor in the process. The space was accommodated with comfortable silence and the rhythmic raindrops being the only sounds making their way through the little creak of the partially agape glass panes. Kakashi dried his damped hair with the towel, inhaling the subtly sweetness from the soft fabric, the furrow of his brows unconsciously loosened themselves.
The last exquisite glimmers finally dimmed, leaving the warm lamplight draping the room with pleasant hues of amber. She had long disappeared behind the shelves, swiftly strolling along rows of different compositions, looking for what he—an unexpected, special customer—asked for. Kakashi did not notice the moment his visible eye started trailing her petite figure across the room, following her lithe steps as she turned side to side in her search. He could not help but wonder the peculiar thoughts that quickly entrenched his mind—Kakashi suddenly felt oddly sedate.
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You came back with five books of different thicknesses and covers in your arms, sweats glimmering on your forehead from the quite strenuous expedition. You placed the books down one by one while explaining with faint pride, “I didn’t know what you like specifically, so I picked out five different styles for you to choose.”
You looked up with glinting orbs but your face immediately flushed a deep shade of pink when you saw his still slightly wet top glued to his defined frame, outlining the muscles underneath the thin layer of black fabric. Your eyes drifted outside the large window, pretending to admire the night rain, clearing your throat in embarrassment. He seemed to have noticed your flustered state, a low chuckle vibrated in his chest as he leaned forward to draw in one of your picks. The sudden closure of the distance between your body and his made you flinch, instantaneously stepping back, and missing your footing carelessly.
His hand flung out of instinct, grasping tightly around your wrist, pulling you back from landing on the hard wooden floor. Yet, with the strong force that he was used to exerting in his training, your dainty figure was forced into his bosom in a mere second, too fast for you to register everything. When you finally realized that your palms flattened themselves against his broad chest to cushion the impact and the beating of his heart was right under them, you gasped in surprise.
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Kakashi peered down at her with his only visible eye, sophisticated gaze scanning her body for any injuries. Seeing that she was still staring at him in shock, her hands right on his chest, he felt another surge of warmth flowing through his heart, leaving his mind in a daze. Kakashi gave her an assuring grin, and she snapped back into reality, hastily standing up from his lap, looking at him timidly as she scooted farther away. He felt empty when she escaped from his embrace. The cold air surrounded Kakashi almost instantly after she got up made him a tad unsatisfied.
He reached forward again for the leather-cover book, flipping through the first few pages with elegance. She stood there and watched silently, not daring to make a single noise. Though his eye was fixed on the pages, his focus was on the figure standing at the other side of the table that was rubbing her hands together out of nervousness.
“I like this one,” he blurted, trying to assuage the invisible tension.
Her eyes lit up and the familiar smile returned to her lips, making Kakashi smile too.
“This one is an old publication,” she explained as she led him back, “I remember seeing this one around when I was four or five.”
He took the paperback with one hand, the other grabbing the green flak jacket hanging from the hook, “It’s probably a great one for sure.”
Kakashi left when the rain stopped, with poetry in his hand and her smile in his heart. When he was finally able to find an inn and settled in for the night, he held the book once again in his hands, smoothing the cover with adoration. The title graced in silvery read, “Let the Rain Kiss You.”
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J (with Plethora) and U for the fic asks 💚
thank you for these, lovely.
J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].
i see you chose plethora... can't think why 👀😂
i will tell you about the original ending i wrote for this and then changed. it had an ending of the reader coming to terms with the fact that they loved poe and had always loved poe, in their own way. they spent a lot of time avoiding each other but eventually, poe needed some medical attention (nothing major) and aside from the polite greeting, the spent most of the time not speaking while the reader stitched him back up. but there was one specific line that she blurted out to him, about not being able to swim. and of course, poe is confused as fuck. but she explains that's why she was scared of water, because she couldn't swim. and being with him felt like swimming. but then she also told him that she loved him too late and poe explained to her that there was no time limit on love--it's not something that expires after a certain amount of time. and you kind of get the picture. there are certain elements that i kept from the original ending and used for the sequel (which i need to start work on again).
U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
there's so many wonderful writers on here that i adore (i'm so behind on everyone's fics and i'm so sorry but i still love you all. i will catch up when i'm able to)
alrighty, let's see. i absolutely adore and admire @the-scandalorian and her writing is some of the best i've ever read. she has a way with words that knocks me on my ass every single time. whenever i find myself stuck with writing certain scenes or i want to try and throw some poetry in there, i always think to myself 'what would simone say' because she sets the bar so high and i love that. i love her range: the smut, the softness, the heartbreak - she smashes them all and if i could do even half the job that she does, i'd feel as though i'd achieved something worthwhile 💖🖤
@the-little-ewok i've been reading her writing for as long as i can remember and i'm so, so glad that she let me talk her into a) coming back to tumblr and b) getting back into writing. she's one of my favourite poe writers. one of my favourite things about zara, is i know that she's not going to break my heart with her fics 😂 even when she pulls out the angst card, i know everything is going to be okay because she wouldn't hurt our precious poe dameron too much. and i can't mention her here without bringing up the fact that i've never been the same since reading about poe spelling out his name... with his tongue... holy shit. it was one of those moments where i had to put my phone down and breathe for a second because i forgot how to.
and i know the question says three... and this is technically my third... but i also wish to mention the following writers because i honestly adore everything about their work and i can't wait get back to feeling able to just sit and read so that i can catch up on everything that i've missed. but please know, i love all of your works dearly and they're some of my favourites on here 💖 @beydameron @pumpkin-stars @acedameron @pentechnics @thefact0rygirl @littlemisspascal @mypedrom @zinzinina @just-here-for-the-moment @dailyreverie
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You are the absolute sweetest! 🥺
(I’m just gonna make a long post fuck it)
My questions for you are:
Would you consider yourself more shy or outgoing?
When it comes to conversation beyond small talk, what could you talk about for hours?
Other than art, are you passionate about anything else?
Oh my gosh!! I am literally so excited. 🥺❤️
To answer your questions:
My grandma was the purest soul alive. Her entire yard was a garden. She had everything imaginable planted out there. In the spring, she would make my grandpa go out and cut tulips for me and my sister.
She loved yarn work and sewing. She was always making us blankets and dresses and every Thursday, she would volunteer at the nursing home and make quilts with the residents for local churches.
There was one day when I was 13 and had just found out my other grandma had passed and instead of making me go to school, my mom dropped me off at my grandma’s and let me spend the day with her. We sat and watched YouTube and did crossword puzzles and baked cookies and then for my birthday a week later, she got me a 164 pack of crayons because I had told her I thought it was the coolest thing.
You would have loved her to bits. There was not a soul she crossed who didn’t adore her. ❤️
What do I value most in life? If we’re talking about the human experience, I would say our ability to expand and grow beyond the boxes we are raised in. There is something magical about discovering the unknown and there is power in knowledge. If we’re looking a little closer to home, I would say friendship. Having a good support system will get you far and when you find your people, you become unstoppable. There isn’t anything in the world you can’t achieve without them standing behind you.
I love chatting with you!
I hope you’re having a wonderful evening. (: xx
#secretsanta10
I adore talking to you immenesly 💕, it's a joy to me.
1. I am rather shy person. I have social anxiety so sometimes while talking with people I can get extremely insecure. I tend to overthink a lot
2. Hmmm... I can talk for hours about music and art. Sometimes there will be a topic that i have to discuss with someone and the conversation will be extremely long, i can ramble for hours. I tend to write long texts, they look like novels 😅. My absolute fave thing is to listen to other people, i love to hear about their passions and ideas.
3. Yes! I adore writing ( mostly poetry) and embroidery. I would like to learn to play guitar ( i have two), but i'm kind of scared that I'll fuck up 😶
Your grandma sounds amazing, it's an absolute honor to hear about her.I would for sure love her, my grandma is my best friend too. She will live forever in your heart ❤️
I love learning and discovering new things, i think it's important for us to educate ourselves not force ourselves into knowledge. Friendship is what i value the most too. I think when you find the right people they become your family. I hold them close to my heart and never let them feel like theyre alone with their struggles.
Ok questions 😁:
1. How would you describe your style? What kind of things catch your eye when it comes to style?
2. What in your opinion we as humans should do to make the world a better place?
3. What are your passions and do u like sharing them with the world?
Sending you lots and lots of love, thank u for talking with me 💚
xoxo Jules
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