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4izawas · 6 months

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃~! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤. 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: naruto | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kakashi hatake/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.06k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, jonin reader, spoilers for season 2 of naruto, teen death mentions, kakashi & reader are friends, exhibitionism, public sex, bath sex, spit swallowing, biting, creampies, minor cockwarming ( briefly ), y’all nasty af idk what else to tell u homie, previously established relationship.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: the fifth and final day of kinktober <3 enjoy u weirdos

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Sitting back, eyes closed, you soak in the heat of the water of the natural hot spring, relishing the way it soothed the ache in your sore muscles. Your last mission, one of utmost secrecy at the bidding of a the now deceased Lord Third Hokage ( and wasn’t that a startling fucking thought, knowing the old man was good and dead when he’d been around to see three hokages including himself come and go and then even came out of retirement in Minato’s place ), had run long and difficult; only two of the six that had set out had come back, with one of the pair being yourself.

Two of those who would never return had been your own students, still so green at the gills and small in stature in your eyes that wearing their blood home still made you ache all over in ways unrelated to your strained body.

Water suddenly sloshes up over the sides of the public baths you recline in, but you don’t react. You recognize those footsteps, recognize the breathing patterns behind you to your right and recognize the familiar aura of that intense chakra that you used to be so jealous of — but that was a long time ago, and you no longer had any care or need to be jealous of a superior turned equal.

“What ways have you rid yourself of your students now, Kakashi?” you ask lazily, not bothering to open your eyes. “I hope they aren’t trailing behind you like a litter of lost kittens.” No matter how fond you were of Kakashi, his children were no obligation of yours, and despite how good it felt to bask in the relentless warmth of the public bath, you would abandon it in favor of peace and quiet. You were in no mood for children — not now. Not after what had happened on this last mission. A silence follows, though comfortable, before the unseen man replies.

“I told them to take the day off,” he admits quietly, settling down nearby. “After what happened, it’s the least they deserved.”

You hum thoughtfully to yourself. “Mmm, I agree,” you murmur, then sigh and cross your arms over your bare breasts, eyes still closed. “They’re too young for this. I still think we should bump up the genin applicant age requirements to sixteen.”

You can practically sense the man nearby nod. “Yes. All the trauma… It isn’t healthy. Not for children — it’s why I never take students.” His voice is soft and conflicted; he loves this trio, you already can tell. Nothing wrong with it, of course, those sorts of feelings from teacher and student just typically backfire eventually — your own set being the perfect worst-case example.

“And yet now you lead three,” you muse wryly, a half-amused smirk on your lips. A scoffed sigh at your right shows his own ill-concealed amusement, and the two of you fall back into silence, wordlessly enjoying the heat of the water as well as one another’s company.

After a moment, a soft utterance of your name — hesitant and cautious — has your ears metaphorically pricking up. “Where…” Kakashi pauses, thinking the question over; ultimately he decides to pursue its answer. “Where are yours? Your students.”

Your kids.

A stiff, cold silence settles over you both, the frigid sensation cruelly eating into Kakashi’s bones despite the heat of the baths, and you say nothing — but he can see the way your muscles have tensed in a way that looks painful, and he’d seen the way only you and a single lost-looking chunin had returned bloodied and bruised from a mission that had started out with six in number, and he knows. Kakashi knows what happened, he just doesn’t want to believe it. You’d had this pair of students at your back for years now, they were about to graduate entirely and leave your tutelage. Kakashi himself knew them both by name, had greeted them whenever he visited you for whatever reason; they’d both made homes for themselves in you and your house, and for you to be without them after striking out on a job with them was the only real evidence he needed of the truth.

But again, he didn’t want to believe it.

“Gone,” you finally mutter, voice cold and empty of emotion. “Information was bad. One of ours sold us out on top of it. We couldn’t catch a break.” Another long silence separates the two of you, and the small area of water between you both feels like an endless ocean. Kakashi silently mourns with you, knowing nothing could soothe the hurt of what’s already happened; you’d lost students before, twice before actually, but these had been the first you’d taken on in so long, and they’d been with you for years at this point. Adding onto the agony, you’d only ever lost one at a time in those two instances before — and never your entire set.

Kakashi wonders when and what he’ll have to tell his own students; they’d joined you and yours for exercises and more than a handful of missions in the past, and Kakashi knew how fond Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura were of the pair of seventeen year olds that followed your lead — but later. They’d hurt enough this week. “I — ” he starts to apologize, wanting you to know he understands, but you don’t let him.

“It is what it is,” you almost growl, and Kakashi knows that you don’t want to speak about this anymore. He won’t make you. You never forced him to discuss his own losses, so what kind of person would he be to press yours?

The two of you sit in silence again, the tension slowly easing into a more comfortable aura, and you both finally relax, basking for an hour in the simple, easy quiet that had fallen between the two of you. You can hear each other’s breathing, can sense the soothing pulse of one another’s chakra, and it’s an easy existence. The two of you had always managed to rest together once your burning jealousy faded and Kakashi’s self-deprecation eased enough for him to accept the hesitant companionship you offered — not friends right away, but you’d started off by sharing a few drinks every now and then, and then meetings every other fortnight or so became weekly, then biweekly, and they finally evolved into happening whenever one of you felt the need to see the other.

Like now.

“God, my calves ache,” you grumble, finally breaking the silence again, and he doesn’t bother fighting off the fond smile that creeps up at the sound of your grumpy voice. He’d been nervous that the most recent mission would change everything, but that was foolish; neither of you were strangers to loss. You’d manage, as always.

“If it makes you feel better, my shoulders feel like shit,” he offers, his soft smile widening upon hearing you snort.

“You trying to one-up me, Hatake?” you ask lazily, sitting up and stretching. He turns to answer, and after seeing them so often it’s easy to practically ignore the way your breasts lift above the water and reveal half-hard nipples as you raise your arms.

“I could make this a competition if you really wanted one,” he retorts easily, and your amused huff turns his smile to a slight grin.

“Fuck you,” you reply. A warm, excited buzz starts to fill him, a feeling he frequently had when in your presence; god, he loved spending time with you, however it may be.

“Right now? Normally we drink first,” he teases, and another silence falls between the two of you. Kakashi squeezes his eyes shut and kicks himself a little, wondering where the urge to say something that hinted at being vulgar to you had come from; this wasn’t one of his dirty romance novels, this was you, and Kakashi liked you. He didn’t want to fuck this up.

He jumps a little at the feeling of someone straddling his lap, and when his eyes instinctively flick open they widen at the sight of you gazing down at him with a dirty grin twisting your lips.

“Don’t tell me the old man can’t get it up after making the joke,” you tease in turn, and he starts grinning again. Why was he worried, again? This was you he was speaking to. You’d said much filthier things, things that would get you kicked out of most public places should you be overheard.

“Big talk for someone with such a small dick,” he replies, tilting his head to the side while looking up at you, and you scoff.

“I think my cock’s plenty large, Hatake,” you rumble, reaching between your bodies and taking his cock in one hand. A soft gasp leaps from his lips unintentionally, and you laugh breathily. “See? Large and still growing,” you murmur playfully through your messy grin, and Kakashi laughs in a way that devolves into a shaky whimper when you run your thumb across the sensitive underside of the tip of his cock.

“I’m n-not sure that belongs to you,” he manages to choke out as you start pumping his shaft one-handed beneath the water, and you hum slightly.

“Isn’t it?” you ask slyly, leaning down and beginning to lave hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. You stop for a moment with your tongue pressed flat against his racing pulsepoint before biting slightly at it and sucking at the hot flesh before moving up to his jawline. Soft pleased noises are your reward from the man you’re straddling, and you smile softly against his heated skin in between kisses and bites before continuing.

Your free hand begins to wander, gently beginning to massage the shoulders he’d complained of aching, all while covering him in love bites and kisses. “God, I’m so glad you’re home,” Kakashi whispers, his big hands coming to rest on your hips as you caress him with both your hands and your mouth. “Y’were gone so long-“ he’s interrupted when your mouth covers his so your tongues can lave over each other before you move on, and he keeps speaking. “-I kept getting so fucking hard and couldn’t do a damn thing about it without you, and I… Fuck, I missed you, I wanted you home, wanted you home so bad!” His deep voice comes out in a slight whine as his hips buck up into your loosely fisted hand, but you don’t fault him for it. Kakashi had always been especially sensitive to your touch, and this time was no different.

He continues to nonsensically ramble as you play with his cock and drown him with your lips, your hips slowly starting a smooth rhythm of grinding against him to soothe the taut heat in your belly.

“You talk too much,” you growl into his mouth, nipping at his lips in between kisses all while getting rougher and rougher with each roll of your hips and jerk of your hand. “Shut up and fuck me until you have to carry me out of the fucking hot springs.” It all comes out louder than you’d intended, something that makes Kakashi a little nervous; this wasn’t a private bathing area, anyone could come in at any time, and if you got caught the two of you would be blacklisted by the staff. You had to be careful.

“Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…!”

“I gotta shut my mouth?” you reply, voice filled with exasperated sarcasm. “Hatake, you’re whining like a virgin touching his first pair of tits, don’t even try me.”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” Kakashi groans, and you chuckle right before he captures his mouth with your own at the same time as you lift your hips. He does the same, freeing his cock from beneath the water, and you sink down on it before it really has a chance to start getting cold. The two of you moan into the other’s mouth at the simultaneous feeling of being filled and filling someone.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Hatake,” you whine breathily into him, and he moans deeply and rolls his hips up into yours in response. The only noises falling from those sinful lips of his are stuttered whines and groans, noises you mirror and respond to in kind as he fucks up into you at the same time you thrust down, the head of his cock slamming against your sensitive cervix as the cock your insides are practically moulded to carved out it’s usual place inside you.

“F-Fuck yes — please, more!” Kakashi whimpers, and you let your head fall back at the tone of his words, slamming down just a little bit harder. Water sloshes violently around the two of you, splashing up over the lip of the bath as the two of you roll your bodies together in that perfect way that the two of you were well practiced in.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you hold on tight and he brutally fucks his hips up into yours, water splashing and his heavy balls slapping audibly against you as he fills you to the brim with his cock. “O-Oooh-!” you moan suddenly, the noise swift and punched out of you. At the sound of it, Kakashi’s voice cracks.

“Oh, God yes — harder, ride me fucking hard, just like that-!”

His eyes are rolling up now, and the grip he has on your hips is bruisingly tight. One of his big hands runs up the length of your spine, his forearm crossing your shoulder blades while his hand grips desperately at your shoulder, tugging you closer to him and mashing your chests together. One of your own hands moves to cup the back of his head, your fingers disappearing into his white hair, and your own head lolls forward so your forehead rests against one of your arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Kakashi,” you whisper out in a whine, moaning softly as he cants his hips up in the way he knows you like without even thinking. “A-aah-! Mmmhh… Oh, fuck…”

“S-So good,” he grunts, “Fuckfuckfuck — Y-Yes, c’mon, s’close-!” His rhythm is getting lost in the pleasured haze you’re both collapsing into. You can feel yourself on the brink, and you relinquish your grip around his shoulders with one hand to push the other between your grinding bodies to rub furious circles around your clit, your hips stuttering messily up into your own touch.

“Y’gonna cum for me, Kakashi?” You ask breathlessly through a moan. “Gonna cum in me, gonn fill me up? Gonna breed my whore fuckin’ cunt?”

“Only a whore for me,” Kakashi growls plaintively against you, and you whine.

“Y-Yeah, baby, only for you. ‘M all yours…” The promise has him moaning again, your own voice joining him as the two of you both ease closer and closer to the edge, a long drawn out series of filthy noises and sounds falling from both of your lips at the same time.

The stone at least two feet outside of the baths is darkened by water that’s splashed over from the violent movements going on in the heated pools, and both you and Kakashi are sopping wet and soaked; anyone with a brain in their head would know what’s happened, people who frequent the public baths here aren’t typically idiots — but you don’t care. You’re too fucking close to cumming to give a fuck about the disgust, about the reports that would be made, about the notice that would be put up warning patrons of the consequences of being caught fucking on the property.

“M’gonna cum,”Kakashi whimpers breathily, “God, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard!”

“Yeah?” you ask weakly, letting out a gasped cry when he hits inside perfectly. “A-Aah! Y-Yes, yes — cum for me, Kakashi, fill me up!” You watch through a haze as his eyes roll back and his jaw drops, his mouth open and ready for the moment you spit in his mouth. A garbled cry echoes in his throat moments before he swallows what you’d given him, and two quick ruts up into you end with him keeping his hips up and grinding his cock inside as a familiar warmth spreads inside your cunt. You circle your clit faster and faster until your own orgasm washes over you, your own eyes rolling back and one twitching slightly as you clamp down on and begin milking his cock of all the cum it has to offer, pressing down into where he’s pushing up into you.

Your grip on him tightens as you cling to him like some love-stricken beast, and he reacts in kind, squeezing you back and clutching your naked body close as his cock twitches inside of you with each new spurt of cum he releases inside.

“Fuckin’ — F-Fuckin’ love you,” he mumbles into your skin as his heart races against yours, and you hold him close while he does the same with you.

You press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “Love you too,” you whisper, allowing yourself the simple pleasure. ‘I love you’s were only said in moments like this, with him balls deep inside where he belonged and filling you up like you deserved.

The two of you rest with his cock still in you, basking in the afterglow before Kakashi finally breaks it.

“Come home with me,” he says quietly. “Sleep in my bed with me tonight, wanna hold you to sleep.” You’re quiet for a moment, unsure, but eventually nod.

“Okay,” you whisper. You’ll allow yourself the luxury of comfort, even if just for tonight. If anyone but Kakashi had offered it, though, you know you would have denied them. Kakashi just had a way about him that you couldn’t deny. “Let’s get out of this water and — and go home.” You hear his breath hitch when you refer to his home as your own, but don’t comment on it. Why would you, when not a word you’d uttered was a lie?

And hell, if the two of you fucked a handful more times around his house before falling asleep for over eleven hours, no one had to know but the two of you.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

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mortyvongola2-0 · 1 year

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Day 3: Touchless Orgasm

Can't Help it

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, touchless orgasm, a lot of dirty talk, like a lot a lot of it, semipublic, oral sex (male receiving), dom Kakashi, very dom Kakashi I can't emphasize this enough, use of the word 'slut' but you know in the fun way, throat abuse, possessive behavior, dominance/submission, face fucking, voice kink, office blowjobs

A/N: Kinktober is a year round event right? Not just one month out of the year, right? Also, lemme know if you want to be apart of tagged list.

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It was unfair, really. He knew what he did to you, how his voice could affect you. How he could get you to do almost anything with the promise of him. You whined, your thighs pressed together to try and get some friction against your weeping sex.

So unfair.

His chuckle, low and heavy with pleasure, made you whine around his cock again. Your jaw was stretched wide, drool escaped from the corners of your lips as you continued to take him as far into your mouth as your body allowed. Just having him in your mouth alone was enough to make you wet enough to soak through your clothes.

“Mm, you look so pretty like this,” his voice was breathy but firm, husky but more addictive to you than any drug or cigarette could be. “Slobbering all over my cock, under my desk, whining like you’re on edge from this alone.”

You closed your eyes, you would have shaken your head if you could have, but instead you swallowed more of him. The fat head hit the back of your throat and you fought against the gag that threatened to overtake you. You could feel your clit throb.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

Gods, yes.

“To cum with my cock in your throat?” His hips thrust forward for emphasis, and you felt saliva slide further down your chin. You pulled back, taking him out of your throat before pushing him back in, trying to take him in even further. “What a cute little cock slut you are.”

His hands tugged at your hair, the minute amount of pain turning into a pleasant buzz in your pleasure-addled brain. You moaned against him, your hips moving on instinct. Your sex clenched around nothing. The delicious chuckle that left him was cut off by a sharp gasp as you attempted to swallow around him. You opened your eyes again, even as you felt them begin to tear up, to try to take in the sight of him with his head tossed back. Your hand began to reach down to slip beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Don’t,” he panted.

You blinked at him in confusion, vision blurred with unshed tears. He groaned, the hand that was in your hair tugged harder, forcing you to take him in up to the root, your nose pressed firmly against the silver locks at his base. You sputtered, the tears finally falling.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, hips moving minimally. “Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded.

A keen left your throat and vibrated around his shaft. You wanted to ask why, to demand he allow you that small relief, but instead you dragged your teeth against him as he pulled out until only the leaking tip remained on the back of your tongue.

“I know you don’t need it to cum.”

He began to thrust eagerly, fucking your face with abandon. “All you need is this,” both of his hands came down to hold your cheeks and caress your jaw. The noises that left your throat were lewd and wet, you could feel your pussy throb with desperation, and you spread your bent legs. “My cock, my- ah,” you closed your eyes again so you could focus on the sounds. His sounds. “My voice. You’re so easy, so depraved.”

His thumbs rubbed against the stretched corners of your lips. “I don’t even have to see your pretty little hole to know that it’s drooling more than your mouth. Hn,” his grip tightened on your face, and you humped the floor, feeling no relief from the increasing ache. “I’ll cum down your throat and tell you to cum and you will, because its my voice telling you to. Because you can’t resist me.”

You could feel your slick as it leaked against your thighs, could feel yourself suck him harder as your need grew. If only he was inside of you, ruining your insides like he was your throat. You needed Kakashi to pull you out from under his desk and bend you over and take you so thoroughly you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. The throbbing in your core grew as his groans increased and the abuse on your throat worsened. You were so turned on, it felt like you were being edged.

“You’ll swallow it all, every last drop, and leave my office with drool down your chin, your slick down your legs, and a belly full of my cum.”

A shiver crawled up your spine and your grip on his pant legs turned white knuckled. You felt close but torturously so. He was right, you were depraved. Your clit begged for any kind of stimulation, a single touch and you were sure you’d be gone. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? You’re close, aren’t you?” You whined and he let out a humorless laugh. “Mmm, look at your hips moving on their own. So naughty, getting so worked up over having a cock in your mouth that you’re about to cum.”

A desperate whine left your throat.

“Go on,” he grunted, his own hips stuttering. “Cum, cum while I paint your throat.”

Kakashi let out a stuttering gasp and you felt the tension in your core release at the same instance his seed shot down your esophagus. It was hot and thick, some of it leaking out onto your tongue as you struggled to swallow while still cumming yourself. Your walls clenched around nothing, your clit ached with over sensitivity, and you could feel your fluids slide further down your skin and soak your clothes completely. It was an unsatisfactory orgasm that had left you twitching and achingly overstimulated.

“Mm, good girl.”

His fingers rubbed your stiff jaw gently as he pulled out, it made an ungodly wet schlop as he left your throat before leaving a wet trail against your lips. You closed your mouth when he was out, the tang of spend along your tongue as you struggled to get it all down. He’d cum so much.

“That’s it,” he muttered and rubbed his thumbs over your lips. “Swallow your reward.”

“P-please,” your voice was hoarse, tongue heavy, and throat thick with him. You needed him then more than ever before. “Kashi, please, fuck me.” “Hm, how can I deny a request like that from such pretty swollen lips?”

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sunstaar · 1 year

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Kakashi Fluff Alphabet

Kakashi Hatake x gn!Reader

Word Count: 3,1k

Ao3

A - Attractive (what they find attractive)

Your personality. That doesn’t mean that Kakashi thinks that you are ugly, not at all, he thinks you’re the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon. Rather, your personality is what drew Kakashi to you and what made him like you so much. The way you care for him, the way you can make him laugh and smile like no other, that is what made Kakashi fall in love with you. Your breathtaking beauty is an added bonus.

The same goes for you, too. You enjoy Kakashi’s nonchalance, with the hints of humour coming out every once in a while. When you first got to know Kakashi, his personality was quite guarded, he would barely let anyone near him. Save for Gai as the exception, you quickly noticed that Kakashi always put his guard up around other people, only letting it down when the said exception came around. Around Gai, he grew to be more open, letting out the occasional louder laugh. Befriending Kakashi certainly wasn’t easy, but getting to know him was one of the best things you ever did. While he certainly was a sight for sore eyes and very attractive indeed (you couldn’t deny that your heart skipped a few beats whenever you saw him), his personality ultimately drew you toward him. There was just something about him, you just couldn’t ignore, no matter how much you tried.

B - Baby (do they want a family?)

I’d say not up until after the Fourth Shinobi War, or maybe the time between the end of that and prior to him becoming Hokage. He would need to plan the baby/pregnancy, meaning a baby wouldn’t be a surprise. A child also comes along with doubts about being a father and being able to provide for his own family. What is essential, is that you are by his side and support him through all his worries, thoughts, and doubts. Kakashi needs a lot of convincing, for sure.

As his partner, you are willing to wait for Kakashi. Respect is one of the things you preach about a relationship, and respecting Kakashi is very important to you, as it is for him. You know that in return that he respects you and your boundaries too, so waiting for him isn’t a problem at all. If you don’t want a family of your own, however, then the respect the two of you share for one another goes a long way.

C - Cuddle (how they cuddle)

When cuddling, Kakashi is afraid to let you go. If he could, he would hold onto your for forever. He enjoys nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent, and relaxing in your arms. He especially likes it when your hand runs through his hair, and when your fingertips graze the crown of his head. His arms meanwhile wrap around your figure, doing his best to hold you impossibly close.

On the other hand, when he gets to be the big spoon while cuddling, Kakashi likes it a lot when you rest your head on his chest. It’s soothing to feel the comfortable weight of your head there and the way your hand settle on his body. He wouldn’t trade the experience of getting to hold you close to him for anything else in this world.

D - Dates (what dates with them are like)

Dates with Kakashi are quiet and filled with love. They are so versatile, a date with Kakashi could be anything. One of your dates the two of you simply took a walk around the park, enjoying the presence of the other before the two of you decided to sit down on the bench for a while. There, you two had a heartfelt talk, your shoulder leaning against his and his head knocking against yours.

On another date of yours, the two of you first went and enjoyed some ramen, running into the gremlins of Team 7 along the way. You couldn’t continue, of course, without Naruto coming along once he saw where you two were headed. Sakura tagged along to ‘keep him from bothering him sensei’ as she said in her own words, but most likely just to spy on her sensei on a date. And as much as the brooding Sasuke couldn’t admit it, he was just as interested as his teammates were. While spending time with the kids on your date with Kakashi wasn’t the most ideal thing in the world, you had to admit, the gremlins had grown on you just as much as they had on Kakashi, so saying no wasn’t easy. Afterwards, you two did have some alone time, strolling around the village in shared solitude, enjoying the time you were able to spend together.

E - Everything (you are my…)

Love. You are Kakashi’s love, the one he loves the most in this world. What is there more to say? Kakashi can be a literal man if he wants to be, and while hesitant at the beginning of your relationship, he grows to be a person who tells you and others exactly how he feels about you.

Sweetheart. Kakashi is your sweetheart, the one who stole your heart from you. While he doesn’t look it on the outside, you know that on the inside he has a gentle heart, or as you would say, a sweet heart.

F - Feelings (when they realise that they love you)

Kakashi realised he was in love with you when every time he thought about you, someone mentioned you or he saw you, his heartbeat would pick up and a heat would spread across his cheeks. He’s not stupid, just very oblivious to his own feelings sometimes. So when he began reacting to you differently than he reacted to anyone else, Kakashi immediately knew that something was up. When around you, he was just so happy all the time and could barely hold back a smile. There was just something about you that made him feel like he could explode from all the joy you brought into his life. The final nail in the coffin was when Gai of all people picked up on Kakashi’s sudden change of mood whenever you were near. The ever-so-loud Gai made it his mission to remind his eternal rival of the love he found, so even if Kakashi had not realised on his own, Gai was right there to tell him.

G - Gentle (are they gentle?)

Without a doubt, yes. In contrary to the reputation Kakashi has within the ninja world as Kakashi the Friend Killer and Copy Cat Ninja, Kakashi has a gentle soul when it comes to you. Especially at the beginning of your relationship, Kakashi is quite hesitant. His touches are with the most precaution he can muster up and his Sharingan eye is always on the lookout for any signs of pain. Within your relationship, Kakashi not only grows as a person, but also learns to let loose sometimes, and what is gentle to you and where your boundaries are. That means that if he wants to, he can also get a little frisky sometimes, but for that to happen it takes time for him to fully trust you and for him to know that you can trust him in return.

H - Hand/hold (how do they hold you? Do they hold hands?)

When together, your hands are always intertwined. It’s almost as though Kakashi cannot get enough of you. He always has to touch you in some way to reassure himself that you are still here, by his side. On the days on which his self-doubts take over, Kakashi squeezes your hand to ground himself again. It’s difficult for him to not take your hand and intertwine it with his, to let you go.

You wouldn’t dare to let go of him, either. Holding onto his hand is almost ethereal, an experience that grounds you. He brings you a lot of comfort, for which you are very thankful in return.

I - Impression (first impression)

Kakashi thought that you were charming. With a smile that could rival the light of a thousand suns, Kakashi simply couldn’t tear his eyes away from you when he first saw you. Like a magnet, he gravitated toward you.

At first, you thought that there was something odd about Kakashi. Admittedly, your first encounter wasn’t one of the fairytales, but you quickly got to know the man behind his constant guard and that first impression vanished to the back of your mind.

J - Joker (do they joke a lot?)

If he wants to be, Kakashi can be quite the jokester. A tease or quip here and there, Kakashi’s jokes are usually followed by words of endearment. Hearing your laugh is worth any bad joke he has to crack.

K - Kisses (how they kiss)

Kakashi’s kisses are soft and quick at first, but grow into something more emotionally-bound slowly. Throughout the day, he is usually wearing his mask, so there is no time for him to pull it down and to kiss you on the lips as he would like to do. Instead, a quick kiss of his masked lips on your cheek will have to suffice. The same can be said for the beginning of your relationship. Kakashi’s hesitance when it comes to baring his face is rather obvious, but you don’t push him to step over his boundaries. In his own time and on his own terms, he grows more and more comfortable with the idea of kissing you on the lips, without his mask. His soft and quick kisses become more emotional, and grow longer and more intense. Make-out sessions become a more regular occurrence in the comfort of your home as Kakashi dares to do more and more and grows bolder (within his own limits, of course).

L - Little things (what little things they love)

Kakashi absolutely adores your smile. The way your lips tug up is just so infuriatingly infectious and makes him want to smile alongside you. Seeing the skin near your eyes crinkle is such a beautiful thing to Kakashi, a sight he could never tire of. With his Sharingan eye, he can save the image in his mind to look at over and over again, making sure that the sight of you smiling is never lost in his memories.

You love Kakashi’s hair. You enjoy running your hand through his hair when cuddling with him and seeing his hair practically glow as sunlight peeks through your curtains. It is just so fluffy when freshly washed, and hearing his cute snores as he falls asleep in your arms is an added bonus.

M - Memory (favourite memory together)

There are many memories with you together that Kakashi would consider to be his favourite. His all-time favourite, however? Kakashi could remember the memory as vividly as the day it happened. You were there, laying beside him as the sun illuminated your features, giving them a beautiful glow. Your (eye color) eyes were shining in the sunlight, the shades of (color) as mesmerizing as ever. His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers gently caressing the hot skin of your cheek. From how close he was laying next to you in your shared bed, he could see the pores on your skin, every little imperfection that made you you, the one he loved the most. Kakashi leaned toward you and pressed a soft kiss to the place where his fingers had just been, lingering there for a moment to relish in his closeness to you. He could smell your perfume, the same one you had put on a mere hour earlier, and the intoxicating scent of your body wash clinging to your frame. Your laughter rang in his ears and Kakashi relished in the sound, closing his eyes as he moved closer to you, his skin making more contact with yours. “I love you,” He heard you whisper. The words made his heart race, pink dusting his cheeks. “so so much.”

N - Nickel (do they spoil?)

Kakashi totally spoils you whenever he can. Whenever he is on a mission with his gremlins of Team Seven, Kakashi makes sure to bring little trinkets home. Whether it is a little snow globe from the Land of Snow, or the most delicious food from Sumogakure. Kakashi always manages to bring something with him, it is all worth it to see you react to the gracious gift.

After going on long missions and spending a long time apart, Kakashi makes sure to spoil you with a lot of quality time. As much as you miss him, he also misses you, so he compensates for the time you couldn’t spend together. That means going out to eat something together, sleeping in together in your shared bed or going on long walks to talk about what he had missed while he was gone.

O - Orange (what color reminds them of you)

Yellow, you make his world a brighter place than it was without you in it. It’s that simple.

P - Petnames (what petnames they use)

Love. Just as mentioned before, you are his love. Over time, Kakashi has grown used to calling you love (something he picked up from one of his Icha Icha books, not that he would ever dare to tell you). The petname for you just stuck around.

Darling. You don’t exactly remember when you began calling Kakashi by that petname, but calling him that petname just feels right when using it.

Q - Questions ( what are the questions they’re always asking?)

“Is there anything I can do for you, love?” The ever-so caring Kakashi is always making sure that you are alright and that your needs are satisfied. Caring for and about you comes naturally to him, so he never hesitates when asking you that.

“You know that I love you, right?” While not exactly a question, Kakashi is a man with many self-doubts. Every once in a while after a particularly difficult mission or event, Kakashi needs you to reassure him, he needs to know that you love him. You are able to read the signs of his spiralling self-doubts easily and know exactly what to say and how to comfort him.

R - Remember (their favourite memory of each other)

You two share your favourite memory of each other, it’s the first time you confessed your love to one another. For neither of you it needs much explaining as to why it is your favourite memory.

S - Sad ( how they cheer themselves/others up)

As explained previously, quality time and reasurements are the way in your relationship to go. You two need each other, although it is important to note that sometimes, both of you need time apart to calm down. While your shared time is appreciated, there are matters one can only resolve on their own, and that’s something both you and Kakashi learned over the course of your relationship.

T - Talking ( what they love to talk about)

As much as Kakashi does not want to admit it, he loves to talk about his little gremlins when returning from training them or from a mission. As with his other previous teams he had failed, Kakashi was hesitant when it came to passing them. But the gleam in his eyes when he finally did was incomparable to anything else. There was hope in his eyes, one that hadn’t been there before he left to meet the new Team Seven at the academy. It wasn’t until later you found out why exactly he believed in them so much when he told you who they reminded him of. Ever since then, there has been a special place in his heart reserved just for them, even if he never did say that aloud.

Kakashi also enjoys to talk about his favourite piece of literature: Icha Icha. The book almost seems to be glued into his hands, as you had noted at the beginning of your relationship. On some days, you doubted you could even separate your dear partner from the book, almost like they were one entity. If you are a fan of the book, talking to him about it comes easily to you. If you are not so impressed by the work, listening to Kakashi talk about it is more of a courtesy. You are well aware of how much it means to him, so you don’t mind listening.

U - Universe ( a metaphor)

“Love is a spice in many tastes, a dizzying array of textures and moments.”

V - Very ( thoughts about each other)

Kakashi loves you because you are the rock in the stormiest of seas. You are the one holding him above water and keeping him from sinking.

Kakashi is the light of your life even on the darkest of days. The mere sound of his voice can brighten up your day unlike anything else can.

W - Why ( reasons why they love you)

Kakashi loves you because of who you are. You are the person who had been missing from his life, the one he unknowingly was searching for, like a puzzle looking for its final piece. Kakashi adores your personality, the way you laugh and always know how to cheer him up. He loves your smile and your little quirks, the things that make you so unique. He couldn’t even summarize all the things he loved about you if he tried, the list would be too long in his opinion.

X - Xylophone (what’s their song?)

All of Me by John Legend.

Y - You (what you are to them)

What was missing in his life. As cheesy as it sounds, up until Kakashi met you, it felt as though there was something missing in his life, that was you. Like a missing puzzle piece that fits perfectly, you came into his life, and luckily for him, never left.

Z - Zebra ( what pet they want to have)

I mean, the answer is quite obvious, really. While Kakashi wouldn’t exactly be against you wanting to get a pet, his ninken certainly wouldn’t be the most enthusiastic upon hearing the news. Being in a relationship with Kakashi meant that you were a part of the family from now, a part of their family specifically. And sure, ninken are ninja dogs trained for combat and to protect their summoner, treating them like pets was something you and Kakashi regularly did. It was difficult not to with their cute, little faces staring back at you ever time they were summoned or the way they behaved like any other dog would when being offered a treat. So, hearing that you were planning to get another pet, they wouldn’t take the news lightly. Some may say that Kakashi’s ninken have a small jealousy problem, and you wouldn’t beg to differ.

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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For the smut drabbles may I get #1 with Kakashi?

warnings: slight student-teacher relationship, Hokage!Kakashi, vaginal fingering, fluff, mentions of alcohol, drinking. prompt list

You’d be a fool to say you haven’t fallen in love with your senpai. That’s exactly what happened to you. Kakashi took you under his wing just before becoming Hokage. Tsunade was in the process of clearing up some things and Kakashi needed something to occupy his time. You’re a few years younger than him, and very eager to learn. This made Kakashi accept your proposal to train under him for a few weeks.

But weeks turned into months, and then soon it’s been a year that he’s been training you. Kakashi has become the sixth Hokage, and while he doesn’t always have the time to properly train you (and this is usually when he pawns you off to his rival), Kakashi does his best to check in on your progress most of the time. What you don’t know is that Kakashi has grown to enjoy you in different ways.

It’s at night that he begins to think of you, and the words coming from the Icha Icha novel sitting in his hands, they don’t help the pressure in his pants at all. Master Jiraiya had a special way with words, and they always excited Kakashi. But to think of you acting out the role of the woman in the story and him the man, it’s proving to be too much. Kakashi groans annoyedly when he realizes he absolutely has to rub one out. It’s not even long before he’s on his knees, fucking his fist and imagining you under him.

Kakashi lives for these moments, but he knows he’ll have to act fast as well. You’ll eventually lose interest once you become strong enough, and maybe you’ll even fall for his rival. Kakashi isn’t stupid, he knows that you’ve had a thing for Guy for a while. But in reality, you were only trying to hide your crush on the rokudaime.

One day, Kakashi just cannot take it anymore. You’re wearing such a cute little sundress on this sweltering summer afternoon. You’re in such a good mood, and the pink of your cheeks from the sweet umeshu and the gentle banter coming from you and Kakashi. You were feeling particularly bold today, considering Kakashi had invited you for a drink in his office to celebrate your progress.

And here you are, in your cute little sundress, driving the sixth Hokage crazy. His cock has been throbbing in his pants for about half an hour now, and he just keeps holding his feelings back. It’s impossible for him to continue like this, as he is tripping over his own words as he begins to imagine you naked on top of his desk.

You see the pink in his own cheeks, his usual mask pulled down so he can enjoy the wine you picked out. Usually he’s into the harder stuff, but Kakashi knows you well by now. He knows what kind of alcohol you like to drink, amongst other things…

“You’re getting stronger,” Kakashi mentions, and you smile sweetly.

“You noticed, senpai.”

Kakashi winks at you, “I always notice when you’re progressing. It’s the reason why I asked you to come to my office today.”

He sighs softly before taking another drink. Even though he is proud of you and he wants to see you become even stronger, that same fear dwells inside of him. The one where you outgrow your senpai and you leave him behind. He saw his own students do the same thing, so Kakashi fears losing you so much more than he first thought he might.

With boldness and a little help from the alcohol, Kakashi pulls you closer. You practically tumble into his lap, and you’re about to babble some excuses and apologies when he kisses you. It’s sweet and so passionate. Your head is whirling, and it’s not just because of the plum wine. When you pull away, your lips are tingling.

This is all you need to begin kissing him right back. It’s a passionate and messy make out session, leaving you naked and spread out on the rokudaime’s desk. He smirks as he looks at your gorgeous body. You’re already looking fairly fucked out, and Kakashi hasn’t even done too much to you.

Two of his fingers slip into you, making you gasp his name. He wants to hear so many more sounds, and he really doesn’t care who hears him. His pace is steady and leaves you weak. Your thighs tremble, unable to control the way your body just keeps moving against his hand to get more. Your eyes roll back as you feel him curling his fingers up against the spot so deep inside of you.

“Kashi!” You cry out, but you just as quickly cover your mouth.

Kakashi chuckles darkly, “I didn’t say you could stop moaning my name,”

You’re embarrassed now. The whole Hokage building was going to hear you being pleasured by the rokudaime. But Kakashi doesn’t give a shit. He’s not going to stop his pleasure just because people work for him. If anything, they should consider themselves lucky to be able to listen to the sounds of the Hokage pleasing his little student. “Come on, baby. You can be loud. I’m the Hokage,” Kakashi moans in your ear. “Besides, I love it when you moan my name.”

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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hi kit !! :3 hope you’re well <3

can i request "why are you doing this?" "because i love you." w kakashi for the prompts ? tysm !!

⁙ conundrum

(noun) a confusing and difficult problem or question

‣ modern au! ceo! hatake kakashi x personal assistant! gn! reader; 0.63k wc; hints of enemies-to-lovers trope; sickfic; one mention of drinking, throwing up, hangover; idiots in love; love confessions; tooth-rotting fluff; domestic fluff

‣ hey jess (@pupkashi)!! ofc you can!!!! tysm and hope you'll like this <333

‣ first time writing for the sixth hokage with minimum knowledge possible on naruto manga/anime. gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

a conundrum.

a baffling, bewitching conundrum is what you are to hatake kakashi.

from your first day as the man's personal assistant when you call the black coffee he drinks as 'overpriced water'...

... to the day, a month later, you fib on there being heaps of work to be done, thus you being in office – when you finished everything two days prior; besides it being a Sunday, the death anniversary of his father and kakashi the only one working there...

... to the day you chatter his ears off, listing the reasons why you, 'the most tolerant assistant ever' (not his words, yours) deserve a pay hike – the main reason being 'the twenty times in the past six months you hauled his drunk ass to his penthouse on the thirtieth floor, ensured he didn't die choking on his puke or from a hangover headache, and dealt with every task of his for the next two days – what with him being a fucking lightweight and all' (again not his words, yours)...

... to now, when you're at his bedside, applying a piece of wet cloth to his forehead, a worried scowl twisting your pretty features.

a shadow of a smirk plays with the corner of his lips as he asks, "you do realize, right, unlike before, i won't increase your salary for playing nurse to me this time?"

"i know," you mutter, as you dial in the doctor's number. the call goes unanswered yet again, kakashi discerns from the quiet sigh falling past your lips. keeping your phone next to the night lamp, you return your attention to him and caress his cheek with a cool palm.

despite leaning into the comfort you offer him from his fever-stricken state, the man's smirk at you doesn't budge one bit.

"then, why are you doing this?"

your hand stills over the apple of his cheek.

in the soft light of the afternoon sun filtering in through the curtains, kakashi watches the way your gaze darts anxiously (and dare he say, coyly) from him to the wall clock and back to him, your teeth nibbling on your lower lip – before a tiny smile blooms on your lips.

"because i love you."

it's kakashi's turn to grow still now.

jaw hanging wide open, the man stares and stares at you - the you who just keeps smiling at him, all sweet and innocent, as if you did not just drop the bomb of a fucking love confession on his sick self - when a sudden hiccup escapes him and you burst out laughing.

"you're such a dumbass, sir," you wheeze, giving him a glass of water from the bedside table. kakashi accepts it silently, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes shooting daggers.

you continue with an unruffled grin, "don't worry, sir. i might not be the most ideal employee but i ain't that unideal to start a relationship with my boss- much less if he's the ceo. much less if it's you."

irked, kakashi opens his mouth to throw back a quip - only to be cut off by a doorbell before he can get a word out. giving him a wide grin and a wink, you hurry to get the door and the man slumps back in his bed, watching your receding figure.

yeah, you and him getting together can only cause problems, power imbalance the foremost amongst them, kakashi thinks as relief floods him from knowing your confession was a hoax – before you walk in, brows pinched together as you check whether you've received every medicine ordered or not – and an unbidden thought hurtles through the man's mind.

what might his life look like with you in it – not as his assistant but as his partner?

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‣ characters i write for — jjk: gojo, sukuna, geto, nanami, toji; nrt: kakashi; aot: levi; csm: aki; mha: hawks, dabi

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obitohno · 2 years

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[ k i n k t o b e r ]

answerphone

hatake kakashi x reader

synopsis ⤸

work calls, but kakashi has you a little tied up.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, dom! kakashi, sub! reader, (light) bondage, shibari, anal sex, fingering, slight double penetration (with fingers), squirting, anal creampie

word count ⤸

1k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, idk how many of you read naruto fanfictions, but this was the first fandom that i ever wrote for, so i just had to include it as a part of kinktober, so i hope that you enjoy! also, idk if dp counts if it's just fingers, but i included it as a tag just in case ;-;

reblogs are appreciated ~

the beauty of kakashi’s face is one that you—and you, only—are honoured with every morning that you wake by his side.

you are also privy to the sight in the evenings, too, when he presses you beneath him, your gaze drawn to the beauty mark on his chin before it disappears from view when he noses at your jaw, his mouth closing over your pulse.

instinctively, you’re reaching for a fistful of the silvery strands of hair that sit atop his head, only for your wrist to catch, halted by the burn of red that harshly bites into your skin.

this isn’t the first time that he’s had you submit to him like this, the strands of scarlet crisscrossing a pretty pattern along your skin, your wrists knotted together with an intricate tie that you have no choice but to trust him to free you from once he’s had his way with you.

between your legs, his prick stretches your second hole wide, the bulge of his girth repeatedly bullying its way past the tight ring of muscles that desperately suck him in with each lust-driven thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs. frustratingly empty, your cunt clenches on nothing but air, dribbling a translucent goo that aids the glide of his cock as it pistons into the heated cavern of your rear, your folds spread open by two long fingers that serve to do nothing but make your head spin, dizzy with the craving for more.

when you voice this aloud, the warmth of his breath fans across your cheek, a chuckle huffed from between the very lips that are now spreading a tantalising heat along the stretch of your collarbone.

‘more?’ he hums, a single, grey brow quirking upward, disappearing beneath the mop of silver hair. giddy with need, you nod your encouragement, choking on the saliva that pools on the flat of your tongue when a particularly rough thirst has you gasping. ‘didn’t realise you were so greed—’

he’s interrupted by an all-too familiar vibration that has the two of you stilling.

the phone is ringing again.

‘ignore it,’ kakashi is already drivelling his cock deep into your heat once more.

with your hands bound together, connected to the centre of your chest by a second length of rope that has also been looped around the column of your throat, you can only stretch your arms so far, your fingers barely grazing his over his pectoral muscle that dances beneath the dampened surface of his skin.

‘’s the third time,’ you protest. ‘it could be import—’

‘it’s saturday,’ he bemoans. ‘you can call ‘em on monday.’

his pelvis is pressed flush against your own, his hips gyrating, pubic hair brushing over your sensitive clit. again, he’s enamoured by the way that your cunt glistens with a fresh dollop of slick clenching from out of your hole, but to his chagrin, you’re distracted by the device that continues to ring.

‘’kashi,’ your cheek is turning towards the bedside table, attention no longer focused on him. ‘i’ll get rid of them—just let me—’

‘no.’

in all the years that the two of you have known one another, rarely does he deny you, so when the singular word is snapped out from between those lips that you adore so much, you’re a tad startled by his sharp tone.

‘no?’ you gape, glazed stare focusing on his beauty mark once again. his fingers are gently tugging at the rope that winds around your neck, and you blink, meeting his frown with a raised brow. ‘but—’

‘no,’ he says again, the pad of his thumb stroking its way inside your cunt, the muscles of your inner walls tightening around the offending digit. harder, his cock dives into your lower hole, forcing yet another choked moan from out of your mouth.

‘no,’ you find yourself readily agreeing with him, his mouth is moulding to the shape of yours once more, tongue licking over the ridges of your teeth and over the smooth expanse of the insides of your cheeks. you can’t help the breathy giggle that whispers its way across his cheek, and in turn, he replaces his thumb with two, long fingers that wiggle their way inside you.

your pussy welcomes the stretch, his fingers wider than your own, and you encourage the way that he stuffs you full, a high pitched mewl bursting from your mouth when his fingers crook, scissoring in time with the pace his cock grinds into you. you’re breathless, the whites of your eyes gleaming, lashes wetly blinking up to stare at the pinch that is forming between his brows. sweat dampens his skin, and when he sits upright, the movement jolts his cock and his balls tighten, abdominal muscles glistening with the evidence of his effort.

wantonly, he groans a needy, desperate sound that has your cunt jumping as his fingers retreat from your walls, choosing to stroke fast, tight circles over your clit. sharply, you keen for him, hips rolling to meet each thrust that has him bottoming, his pelvis wetly connecting with the curve of your rear with a clap, clap, clap.

you’ve long learnt the tell-tale signs of his fast approaching orgasm, expressing his bliss with a low, drawn out moan that pitches when he finally, finally crests.

his seed spreads like fire, smothering your insides with the burning heat of him, your abdomen coiling, coiling, coiling until it snaps, quickly following after him. your tight walls milk him for all he’s worth, and at the same time, your pussy gushes, spraying a mess all over his pelvis, soaking the neatly trimmed of public hair that nestles the softening prick that still claims home within you. your chest heaves beneath the rope that’ll mark your skin for the next week or so, and he stares, the darks of his eyes heated with a craving that only you have ever been subjected to. the sight of your sap coating his thighs has your skin thrumming, and you’re now distracted by the way that both of your holes flutter simultaneously, consumed by nothing but him.

finally, the phone stops ringing.

‘please leave a message after the—’

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historicfailure · 7 months

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The evening has just begun, but you're already so ready to choke Kakashi with your own two hands.

~ X ~

Heya! I accidentally posted the second chapter one week early, so now you guys had to wait a bit longer for the third one. Sorry for the waiting time, but I hope you guys have fun! :D

~ X ~

Private dinner with your boss. Yeah, sure. Totally doable. Nothing you ever imagined doing after merely a few months in the company, but sure. Especially under these circumstances. Dinner with your boss, his wonderful wife and the annoying pest called Hatake?

Maybe not so doable.

But here you were, sitting in your car, wearing your second-best casual business outfit consisting of a form-fitting blouse, a nice cardigan, dress pants and flats which were comfortable enough to run in (just in case, you had told yourself when you slipped into them, just in case…) and stared up at the apartment complex in one of the richer neighborhoods of the city.

Your own flat was a joke against theirs. Fuck, they had a fucking usher! The foyer was bigger than your living room, fuck, even bigger than your entire flat! This was way too scary, way over your league. You could still cancel this entire ordeal, you were sure-!

Knock-knock.

Startled, you turned your head. Somebody was standing right beside your car and knocked at your window.

Of course, it had to be the thorn in your flesh. Hatake looked as amused as you felt while he watched you climb out of your car. For one moment, in which Hatake checked your clothes from head to toe, you thought he would dare to utter a comment, but thankfully he kept his mouth shut. Merely a twitch of his eyebrows, then he turned away without a word and walked right up to the entrance of the massive, impressive building.

“Asshole,” you growled and closed the door to your car with more force than necessary, “fucking… asshole.”

You were already surprised that Hatake was waiting for you in the wide foyer, hands buried in the deep pockets of his checkered coat, the holes in his jeans as big as the entire complex. He glanced over his shoulder, like he wanted to check on you, but then nodded into your direction, then at the big usher with a bandana wrapped around his head and scars criss-crossing over his face.

“Evening, Ibiki.”

“Hey kiddo.”

Again, Kakashi nodded at you over his shoulder as you closed the distance. “She belongs to me.”

“Dinner with your parents?”

“Yeah.”

The usher Ibiki snorted, before turning again to his crossword-puzzle. “Fucked up again, huh?”

You could basically hear the rolling of Hatake’s eyes, even when he was looking away from you. “Not really, but Kushina is annoying me.”

“You probably deserve it.”

Again, audible eye-rolling. “Sure.”

Nothing more than that exchange, and Hatake passed by the usher and stood in front of the elevator. His hand reached out to impatiently press the button to call the elevator. And again. And again, like he couldn’t wait to get this over with.

With a roll of your eyes, you turned your attention towards Ibiki (who seemed way overqualified to be a mere usher just from his aura alone). “Hey. My name is (Y/N) (Y/LN). Sorry for…” You gestured at Hatake’s back. “That.”

Ibiki merely snorted while scribbling another word down for his crossword puzzle. “The brat always has been like that. And every goddamn time Minato and Kushina make up for it with a fancy dinner. Watch out, little one. He wants something from you.”

“Minato or Hatake?”

“Definitely Hatake.” Another quick scribble of his pen, then he halted. “Word for Aspirin, for a headache? Six letters, a ‘y’ at the end.”

“Remedy, maybe?”

“Mhmm.” Ibiki scribbled once more, then a scarred smile crossed his face. “Fits. Good thinking. Better keep going, the brat is impatient today.”

Like clockwork, Hatake was coughing in a way you could only describe as “annoyed” and indeed “impatient”. Because you felt like it, you nodded into his direction before rolling your eyes hard. Ibiki snorted at that, but kept quiet. His pen was cocked into Hatake’s direction, then he returned his entire attention to his crossword puzzle.

Back to the bullshit evening, you sighed inwardly, then turned back to Hatake. Nothing like a bit of dinner with a side of nice, feel-good stories, without a doubt made up, to make you forgive their problem child. How else would they try to win you over, if not with food, the display of money and potential connections leading to better jobs in the future?

If there would be a future for you in marketing. Maybe, the Uzumaki’s just invited you to threaten you into submission. Also, a possibility you didn’t want to cross out.

When you reached the elevator and stepped inside, you already feared the small, enclosed space, caged with Hatake in such a small room. That would definitely be an uncomfortable ride upwards.

Hatake pushed a button, the doors closed, and the elevator started to rise. Weak music drifted out of some hidden speakers, a piano mixed with a violin. Arms crossed over your chest, you stared at the upper rim of the doors. You could only guess Hatake was doing something similar to avoid talking to you.

But no such luck.

“He likes you.”

“What?” You whipped your head around to stare at the man, but he stubbornly continued to glare at the door.

“Ibiki.” Hatake clarified with a grumble. “He doesn’t like everybody. Just a few people. Be happy.”

“Oh yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes. “Happy someone likes me. Great feeling. Thanks.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Yeah? How did you mean it then, if not to make another snide comment?”

Kakashi sighed, like he was talking to a completely oblivious child. “Fine. Then don’t listen to my words. Cool.”

“Explain yourself for once, you insufferable douche, and I might be able to understand what you’re trying to say!”

But no. Hatake shrugged, grunted wordlessly and fell back into his usual silent brooding, like you would fall for it like some idiot. Annoyed, you huffed as well, and the following silence lasted until the elevator stopped, and its doors opened once more. Thankfully, Hatake gestured for you to step out in front of him, otherwise you might’ve pushed him out of your way in order to escape.

The hallway wasn’t any less luxurious than the entrance hall. Rich carpet below your feet, the walls painted in a creamy white with some kind of mosaic-structure painted on top of it, shimmering in turquoise and rich red. Kakashi obviously had walked this way many times, as he immediately stepped out of the elevator and turned left. You had no choice but to follow him, as you had no idea where to go. Thankfully, he didn’t speak up anymore, so you didn’t have to come up with any clever quips and retorts. Really, you were running short, and the anxiety over meeting your boss and his awesome wife privately was more than a wrench in the cogs of your brain.

Still, without a word uttered, Kakashi simply stopped in front of an inauspicious door. Nothing out of the ordinary to see, but the card below the doorbell read “Namikaze + Uzumaki Household”.

You were already reaching past him to ring the bell, but Kakashi’s exasperated sigh made you stop and curl your loose fingers into a tight fist. “What?”

“Do not ring the bell. Naruto will get all hyped up about it.”

“Who is…”

“Their young son. He’s in elementary school and just…” Another deep sigh, and for the first time, it wasn’t about your inadequacy, but another person, even though it was a child. “I guess he has ADHD or fell into a sugar fountain as a child. Either way, he’s just way too excited about everything.”

He sounded absolutely exhausted just by thinking about the possible whirlwind looming behind the front door. As you turned your head to look at the man, you noticed the wrinkled eyebrows, the deep frown and the downward tug of his mouth overall. He absolutely didn’t want to alert Naruto, under all circumstances.

Deliberately slow, you leaned forward and pressed the bell. It felt so good and petty for the doorbell to give away under your fingertips, just as good as the satisfaction felt when you looked again towards Kakashi.

The frown on his face deepened, until the frown turned into an outright scowl. A shame, he still looked way too handsome like this. “Really?”

You nodded. “You shouldn’t have told me.”

Just when he wanted to answer, you could hear the first signs of a storm incoming. Loud laughter, a distinctive female voice yell-whispering something, then light yet very loud steps, and the door was ripped open.

“Kakashi!” In a whirlwind of scrawny legs and pudgy arms, a small, blond boy threw himself into the man by your side. “Oh man, it’s so good you came over tonight, believe it! I set up a racetrack, and Dad cooked my favorite dessert, and Mom promised I could stay up for an hour longer than usual because you’re here! This is the bestest day ever, believe it!”

Kakashi caught the young boy easily. Like he already had done so a hundred times before, he raised the boy up, until he could hold him comfortably in his arms and talk to him without looking down on the child. Despite a small annoyed glare in your direction, his voice was as leveled and calm as one could be.

“Sounds like a lot is going on. And a racetrack?”

“Yeah!” The boy nodded wildly, the blond locks a bit too long, so they jumped around with the motions. “With the set you and Mom gifted me for Christmas! And it’s so cool, Sasuke came by for a sleepover once and was really jealous.”

“Was he?”

“Totally.” Another nod. “He wouldn’t stop playing with the cars! His one wasn’t as good as mine though, it was boring and black and blue.”

“And yours…”

“Was the golden one!”

“The yellow one with red highlights.”

The boy stuck his tongue out, which you could only see because he was turning his head towards you. “My golden car. Hey! My name is Naruto Uzumaki, believe it! Who are you?”

In one thing, Kakashi had been right: Naruto was a strange mix of way too much sugary energy and a possible ADHD-diagnosis. But what he failed to mention was the charisma the small guy already emitted, not unlike his father, Minato Namikaze. You had no doubt that lots of people were falling over themselves to please this little guy, no matter the loud voice or lacking manners.

“I’m (Y/N),” you answered, while a smile formed on your face, “and I’m very pleased to meet you, Naruto.”

His shockingly blue eyes mustered you from head to toe. Not a single thing was left out, and when his eyes met yours once more, you noticed the whisker-like marks on his cheeks. “You’re pretty.”

“My,” amusement laced your voice, “thank you.”

“Are you Kakashi’s wife?”

That, however, got you sputtering. How ridiculous! You, being Kakashi’s wife? That was simply and utterly dumb, and such a childish view on the matter.

“No,” you pressed out after a few seconds of flabbergasted silence, “I’m not. We’re just co-workers. Colleagues.”

Obviously, Naruto didn’t really understand. “Co… Co-what?”

“We’re not like Mum and Dad,” Kakashi interjected, “we’re just working on a project together. You know, like you and Sasuke playing together.”

Quickly, Naruto’s head snapped around, his beautiful blue eyes wide in curiosity. “Who is me and who is Sasuke, then?”

Before any of you could answer, the front door opened wider. Kushina appeared, her long hair pulled into a messy, already halfway undone bun. Even dressed in normal jeans and t-shirt, she was a mesmerizing sight. Honestly, how was she doing this?

“Oi, Naruto! What did I say about opening the door?” Despite the words, Kushina didn’t sound particularly angry. Just a bit annoyed that a clear instruction had been again disregarded or simply forgotten. Stepping outside, the woman offered her arms to Naruto, who gladly wiggled out of Kakashi’s grip to get back to his mother. As she picked him up, you could immediately see all the similarities between them, despite their differing hair color. Same round eyes, same face structure, the same curious spark in their eyes as they both turned towards you, Naruto sitting now in Kushina’s arms, with his arms slung around her neck.

“Hey there.”

All of a sudden, your anxiety and nervousness about eating dinner with your two bosses, your personal nemesis and a small child in a more than private setting returned. With a vengeance. The palms of your hands felt slippery as you reached out, with your fingers weakly trembling and your voice shaking alongside them.

Fuck, you hoped neither of them noticed.

“It’s a pleasure to be here, Kushina. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

The woman laughed, all the while hoisting Naruto a bit higher up in her arms. “Aah, it’s no trouble. This one,” she let Naruto bounce on her arms, who giggled way too cutely for his own good, “is always happy to make new friends. I believe one day, we actually have to install some good old stranger-danger-fear into him.”

Kakashi shook his head. “That will never work. He will just get on the kidnappers’ nerves until they let him go.”

“A quite effective strategy. Alright, but why are we standing in the hallway, gossiping like a bunch of old women? Get in here.” And with that, Kushina pushed the door leading inside her home wide open, gesturing for the both of you to follow her. Kakashi stepped over the doorstep without a second thought, and after a few moments, you had no other choice but to follow after the two.

Three, if you count Naruto.

The apartment looked every bit you imagined it to look like. And at the same time, it was nothing like you imagined. The interior looked as pricey and expensive as you already guessed, with the walls painted in a slight off-white, the dark, expensive wood used for the shoe rack and the big wardrobe shining like it was freshly polished, as well as the rich fabric and colors everywhere. But there were also the small and colorful children’s shoes and toys strewn around the entrance area, the doodles in red and blue peeking out from behind the wardrobe, obviously smeared across the off-white walls with a chubby hand, and the weak sound of a children’s show from somewhere cut into that picture of decadence and wealth.

You were so captivated by the surrounding sight, nearly bumped into Kakashi. Just in time, you caught yourself from your nose meeting his shoulder.

“Watch it,” you growled out of instinct, “what are you…”

Your voice trailed off as your eyes wandered downwards. Kakashi was in the middle of pulling his shoes off. When your eyes darted up, they met Kakashi’s. Both of his eyebrows wandered up, and in his own eyes stood the silent challenge to be pissy with him right now. Right there, in the apartment of his parents, in the apartment of your bosses, with a young child who obviously looked up to him so close by.

You could just turn in your resignation the next day. Fighting with him loudly and proudly over something so insignificant as nearly bumping into him would surely put you on a speed-track to unemployment and a blacklist in the industry.

“Shoes off at the entrance,” Kakashi grumbled, only to turn around and put his own away, “and just… one thing.”

“One thing?” you echoed. Slipping out of your flats was easy enough, so your attention was mostly fixated on the man. There was something different about him. At first, you couldn’t quite put your fingers on it, but when he turned to look over his shoulder, checking for Kushina or Naruto, you got a gist of what was going on.

He was nervous.

Something was going on you weren’t aware of, and you couldn’t wait to find out what it could be. Really, maybe it could help you survive this evening with a little bit more than just keeping your job.

Maybe, your dignity could survive, too.

“One thing,” Kakashi whispered after another long glance over his shoulder, “and one thing only.”

“Alright.” You peeled the cardigan off your arms. “You have ten seconds to explain your issue, whatever your issue is.”

“There’s no issue. I just want to ask something.”

“Nine, eight…” You didn’t even try to suppress your satisfied grin at the slightly annoyed, slightly nervous look the man gave you. All of a sudden, you had your hands on the steering wheel, just with such a little exchange of words. You definitely could get used to that feeling.

“Listen,” Kakashi hissed while throwing another glance over his shoulder, always on the watch for any interruptions, “can we be at least civil tonight? I know you don’t like me-!”

“Like you? Oh, don’t give yourself so much credit.”

“I know you hate me,” he pressed through gritted teeth, “But can we pretend that it was just banter which got out of hand? Please?”

“Oh?” Both of your eyebrows rose. “Now, you discovered your manners? When you have to beg me for something?”

“I’m not begging. I’m asking you nicely to please consider-!”

You interrupted him, just when you slipped your second arm out of your cardigan. “I will not act like this just got out of hand. You acted like an absolute ass to me. I don’t care that you get in trouble. Actually, if you get in trouble, that would be perfect!”

“I’m not…” Kakashi sighed out. “I’m not asking you to suddenly be all buddy-buddy with me, okay?”

“Really? It sounded that way.”

“But,” he ignored your statement, “I’m asking you to… work with me here.”

The silence following was underlined by the far away sounds of a busy kitchen, Naruto’s babbling and Kushina’s soft voice murmuring something. If the little family noticed that their two guests were missing, then they either had that much trust or didn’t care. Anyway, it suited the both of you and your furiously whispered conversation.

“Work with you?” you asked.

Kakashi nodded weakly. “Yes. Please,” he added after a few seconds of consideration.

“Work.”

“Yes.”

“With…” Deliberately, you let your eyes flutter over his entire front. Up and down, until you got the impression he fidgeted under your glare. “With you?”

“Yes.”

“You know how hypocritical you sound. After you wanted to boot me off the team for the Akatsuki-campaign.”

“I tried to, yes. But I didn’t succeed, did I?”

At that statement, your mouth actually fell open. The audacity! The absolute audacity of this bitch right in front of you! How could he stand there, trying to plead his way into your good graces without sharing any of his reasoning, while reminding you simultaneously of the very reason why the two of you even got here?

“Fuck you,” you whispered, all the while pointing at him with fury in your eyes and genuine anger in your heart, “fuck you for even suggesting that. How can a single person be this used to getting their way? It’s actually insane! How dare you for acting like you threatened to get me off your team didn’t screw me over! How dare you for acting like this is all a big joke to you! How dare you for being an entitled prick all around! I will not play nice for you, least of all-!”

“Dinner’s ready!”

Minato Namikaze’s voice echoed through the hallway. That pulled you back into reality. Right there and then, in the middle of the fancy entrance area of the Namikaze-Uzumaki apartment, with their young son basically right next to you and a hot dinner waiting, you threw Kakashi a last, hateful glare, before brushing past him.

Not without “accidentally” kicking his shoes a little bit.

The petty action gave you enough time to enter the open room from which the voices of your boss, your other boss and their child came from. Again, you were flashed by the proof your superiors were just that rich, which really shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise. Konohagakure Marketing wasn’t one of the highest-earning companies around the country without a reason, after all.

Living room and kitchen were connected in a wide, open space. A table big enough to fit eight people at least stood close enough to a kitchen aisle, illuminated by a modern chandelier with milk-glass adorning the matted, black metal. On top of the table waited four fine dining sets: fine earthenware in a muted yet beautiful shade of blue. The color faintly reminded you of Naruto’s eyes. Another, smaller set was decked out as well; probably for the lone child, measured at the comic-figures adorning the sturdy plastic.

The side of the room which was the dedicated living space seemed to drown in controlled chaos. Children’s toys, lots of pencils strewn around, and a huge, obnoxiously orange fox with nine tails laid across the fluffy thick carpet, for now placed aside, but not forgotten. Close-by was Kushina, who was busy catching up to Naruto again, who, with all his energy, ran around the living room like a lightning bolt.

Letting your eyes wander, you finally spotted Minato. Obviously enough, he was the cook for the evening, adorned by thick oven-mitts and a checkered apron. He waved at you when he noticed you on the doorstep, before pulling one of his oven-mitts off and rounding the kitchen aisle, which was drowning in a mess of its own.

“Hello there,” he reached out and too stunned to do anything else, you answered the handshake without a second thought, “so good to see you! I hope you’re alright with lasagna. I've made two small portions, one with meat, the other without any animal ingredients, so I hope those are alright…”

“Oh god, that’s… thank you, that wouldn’t have been necessary.”

“Absolutely. And hey, if we don’t manage to eat it all,” Minato’s smile was infectious, “then we have plenty of leftovers to freeze. No harm done.”

“Please, no more leftovers.” Kushina’s voice was only the tiniest bit out of breath. Turning around, you just watched her hauling the small bundle of energy around like it was nothing. “We have no more space in our freezer.”

“And if we just buy a second…”

“No second freezer!”

It was clear who was in charge at home. At the office, Minato was the people-leader, hands-on and creative to no end. People came to work with him, but at the end of the day, they loved to work for Kushina. Truly, if one couple deserved the title “power-couple” then it was those two, without a doubt in your mind.

Minato pouted, his own dark-blue eyes twinkling in gentle mischief. “But we have to think about Thanksgiving! Easter! And what about the Christmas meals?”

“Next Christmas,” Kushina instantly retorted, “we’re ordering pizza. No leftovers stuffed into the freezer. I’m still amazed how much you pulled out of there today, did you play tetris there?”

“Just… a little bit. Possibly,” Minato added, after a very long and worrisome second.

The redhead sighed out, all the while allowing Naruto to dangle over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “And that’s why I can’t leave you alone.” Her eyes fluttered to something — someone — behind you, and even before she opened her mouth again, you knew who stepped in. “Kakashi, you have to take some leftovers off our hands again. Start with tonight and some of the lasagna, okay?”

“We haven’t even eaten yet,” the man grumbled, brushed past you, only to lean down to Kushina and press a gentle kiss to her cheek, “and you’re worrying about leftovers.”

“I didn’t, Minato started it!”

“I can imagine.” You could hear the eyeroll in his voice, but there was something… different about him. Not only did he lose his checkered coat, revealing the simple dark henley shirt beneath, but he seemed…

You had no idea or clue. He and Minato quickly hugged, before Kakashi turned towards the table. He completely ignored you, which satisfied you immensely on one hand, and on the other…

Mhm… His ignorance of your presence vexxed you the tiniest bit. Like it didn’t matter that you stood right there, waiting to be in some way acknowledged.

“I’m nearly done with the lasagna, so please. Please! Sit down and make yourself at home.” Minato directed that sentence more at you than Kakashi, you noticed, as he was clearly already comfortable enough in the home of your boss. Without asking, he pulled back one of the chairs, glanced over his shoulder at you, only to sit down next to the pulled-out seat.

You could feel a subconscious frown pulled at your mouth. This was… strange. What was he doing there? Did he really want you to sit beside him?

You had to decide fast. Maybe, this was some kind of olive branch he tried to extend? A shitty and bare one, but an olive branch still. Or did he just want to manipulate you to “work with him”, as he so nicely put it? While you tried to think about a reason for his strange behavior, your feet started to move, taking a few steps towards the table and shuffling your body into the seat.

Besides Kakashi’s motive, what was the reason Minato and Kushina invited you in the first place? Sure, Kakashi might be their favorite creative head in the company, but that wasn’t a reason to solve his problems with other colleagues for him. According to some of the stuff which had been said, they already did it once or twice.

I never heard of an Obito, though.

Was he maybe let go? Or left willingly because Kakashi bullied him so much?

But then again, the bastard was apparently the best man at Obito’s wedding.

Something didn’t add up. You were missing a few pieces of the puzzle, and like that, you had no other choice but to keep smiling while listening to Kushina talk about this and that. At this point, every piece of information about Kakashi would help you, it had to.

The woman was truly incredible. Handling Naruto on one arm, who still climbed up and down like Kushina was his personal jungle-gym, with the other she distributed wine around the table. “Say, (Y/N)...” she started when she poured a sip of wine into the glass in front of you, “for how long have you been with us?”

“A few months now, I think.”

“Do you like it so far? Apart from,” Kushina’s eyes glared at Kakashi, who had the decency to sink a little bit deeper into his seat, “from some unsavory encounters, is there anything we can improve?”

“Oh no, really. I don’t believe… Ah. Well, there is something, I think.”

“And what?”

“The kitchen areas.” You nodded simply and reached for the wine glass. “They need a little bit of an update. The coffee machines are old, some are breaking down already.”

Kushina nodded, her bright red hair following the motion. “True, we already received some complaints about them. The new machines should arrive next week. Right?” She turned to Minato, who was about to sprinkle some herbs over the food. “The coffee machines?”

“Next week, Thursday, I believe.” As he pulled a pair of bright-orange mittens over his hands, Minato turned his attention towards the two dishes set in front of him. “Alright, here I come. Naruto, don’t run in front of me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I have him.” Kushina hoisted the small child up into her arms, ignoring his loud laughter and demands to be thrown again over her shoulder.

“Can I help?” At the sight of your boss handling the hot porcelain with utmost care, you were about to jump to his help, but Kakashi again beat you to it. Without a word, he rose from his seat and walked over to the kitchen counter, casually rolling up his sleeves as he did so.

You had never seen his forearms before. Usually, he was way too covered to reveal even an inch of skin to anyone in the office. Begrudgingly, you had to admit that Kakashi had very nice forearms. Forearms you might even go for if not for the rest of the human attached to them. Still, nothing wrong with admiring some good-looking forearms, right?

It was so much better when Kakashi shut up and just did stuff, you noted, as you watched him work away beside Minato. The muscles in his arms shifted ever so slightly beneath the skin as he gently pushed his boss out of the way to reach for another pair of thick gloves. Pulling them over his hands obscured the view just the tiniest bit, but not enough to make a little bit of ogling not worthwhile. Quickly, you ripped your eyes away from that sight, focusing instead on Kushina, who just settled Naruto down and sunk into the chair, reaching for a glass of wine she just filled herself. “Alright… No, Naruto, can you let me rest for a bit? You have grown so much that my arms are all tired, see?” Laughing, she dangled her left into his direction like a wet noodle, the other raised the wine glass to her lips for a quick sip.

Then, as Naruto accepted his fate and turned to his toys spread around the living room, Kushina’s attentive eyes turned back to you. “Sorry, we got a bit derailed. How do you like it so far at our company? Are there any improvements we can make?”

You reached for your glass of wine yourself, taking a sniff of the heavy liquid before sipping at it. “Other than the coffee machines and break rooms, I have to say, this is one of the best work places I’ve worked at so far. The team has a great dynamic, there’s lots of communication between the different teams too, and there’s lots of raw material to work with. The database of past campaigns for each and every client is… extensive, to say the least.”

“That’s fantastic to hear.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Kushina chuckled while swirling the wine in her glass. “To be honest with you, we always wanted to make sure that our employees all have the resources and good work environment they need to be creative. Minato and I were too often stuck in bad situations because we worked for companies and people which didn’t care so much about what their creative heads had to work with.”

“So you wanted to do better…”

“Indeed,” Kushina took another sip, “and the results speak for itself.”

It was so clear she was proud of what she created with her husband, that you couldn’t help but feel a little bit warm. A gentle smile flashed over your face, just tugging at the corners of your mouth, before a full dish of steaming lasagna was settled right in front of you. Looking up, your eyes followed the line of the arms wrapped in the thick gloves, the pushed up edges of a black Henley shirt, the noticeable veins right beneath the almost snow-white skin, up a surprisingly muscular biceps, to the curve of a shoulder, up to…

Dark eyes. A small, handsome smile curving his lips into something you wouldn’t mind seeing more often. A dimple in his cheek, dangerously close, so dangerous in fact you ripped your eyes away as soon as you could. You had to blink rapidly to erase the afterimage of the flirtatious smile. That must’ve been a mistake of Kakashi, to throw you such a dangerous smile — surely, he saved that one for more worthy targets.

You felt more than you watched how Kakashi sat down by your side, barely listening to the ongoing chit-chatter of Minato and Kushina. There was only Kakashi’s silent presence in the room, and the mere fact that you noticed him so much annoyed you to no end.

Please, you prayed in your mind, let this evening go by quickly.

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luvlady-writes · 2 years

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hi !! can i get some angst with kakashi where during anbu he keeps rejecting the reader but at the same time he keeps using her for love (bc he loves her for sure but doesn’t want to be « « serious » »? like he’s scared :(

Hi, nonnie! I hope you like it.

Requests and Ask box are OPEN.

This has no beta and English is not my first language. Be gentle, I’m doing my best ♡

Comments and reblogs are welcome 🖤

Light in the Dark | Kakashi x F!Reader.

Sitting on his bed, you hugged him from behind and put a small kiss on his naked shoulder. You could feel how his body tensed. He broke your embrace and stand up leaving you there.

You smiled sadly and shook your head.

“Is this the part where you kick me out?” you said while Kakashi dressed without facing you.

You swear to keep your distance from him since he only wants you to warm his bed. But he is strong, once again you’ve failed to resist Kakashi’s actions.

He didn’t respond. That’s your answer.

You get out of bed and started to put your clothes back on. Angry with him and with yourself. This is the last time, you said to yourself once again.

Already dressed, you took your purse and walk off Kakashi’s bedroom and apartment leaving him alone in the dark of his room. You didn’t know but, he was punching himself for hurting you again. He tried to stop looking for you on the nights when he was feeling alone and tormented. Your love was the only thing that can warm his cold heart during his darkest hours but he know that he can’t give you what you wanted and needed in return.

Anbu's life was taking a toll on him. He was still young but in his life, he had seen and lived things that not anybody could bear.

You were the light in the dark of his life but for everything he has been through he couldn’t risk losing you too, that’s why he keeps pushing you away.

You always were by his side when he come back from a mission injured, you healed him, and took care of him, always with a smile on your face.

“I love you, Kakashi” you said one night after making love with him.

When you said those words, they made him realize that this thing that you had going on was serious and scared him to death because everything he touches, dies. And he doesn't want to lose you because he loved you too.

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pupkashi · 9 months

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hey bestie! this juice is so yummy, thx for the invite 😋🥳 could i please req taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so w our og masked mans kakashi hatake? 😤🫶🏼

hi bff !! I’m glad you’re enjoying the juice :3 please take this little modern au drabble as a snack to go with it !! i hope you like it <3

join the party!

kakashi is seated across the room from you, book in one hand as he runs his other through his hair, his third attempt to keep his bangs out of his eyes.

the silver hair is a bit unruly, considering the two of you had spent the entire day cuddling and doing nothing, he felt so need to put any product in it today after his shower. he’s in a navy sweatshirt, one that you gifted him months ago.

maybe it’s the rain outside or the fresh flowers on the table besides him that make the scene before you so picture perfect. or maybe it’s just that kakashi himself is so picture perfect.

you’re opening the camera app and snapping a picture before he can shift positions, smiling as you realize his brows are a bit furrowed. you curse yourself for having your Polaroid camera in the drawer next to kakashi, wishing you could capture the moment and immediately carry it with you everywhere you went.

but as you snap a couple more, your giggles become audible as the silver haired man turns to look at you, eyes crinkling and face flushing when he realizes what you’re doing.

“are you taking pictures of me?” he’s closing the book and walking over to you, a smile on his face as you try to get up.

“no!” you laugh, still snapping as many as you could as you tried to make a run for it.

kakashi’s laughing at you, easily grabbing you by the waist and picking you up, kissing all over your face before pinning you onto the couch. his hair is tickling your neck but you don’t mind it one bit.

the two of you giggling as he tries to wrangle your phone out of your hand, both of you rolling off the plush couch and onto the floor with a thud.

your phone is long forgotten on the couch when you end up straddling his lap, crashing your lips onto his with a smile, “i win!” you cheer, squealing when he easily flips you over.

“whatever you say sweetheart” he mumbles, smiling as he peppers kisses on your face.

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silentexplorer18 · 2 years

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Idiots in Bloom: a Kakashi Hatake Short

Summary: When your persistent cold becomes more than a cold, you have every intention of spending the remainder of your sickly days holed up in your apartment. However, that doesn't exactly go to plan.

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Female Reader

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, nausea, sickness, discussions of death and dying, doctors, College AU.

Word Count: 7,500+

Note: This isn't really my usual writing style, but I had a lot of fun spicing up my narration a bit! I everyone enjoys! :)

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It was only a cough. At least, that’s what you tried to tell everyone.

For the most part, the assurance was enough to satisfy your friends. One question directed toward Gai about the atomic pattern of gneiss was enough to derail the conversation away from your persistent cold. Well, it was enough to distract everyone except for your best friend.

Kakashi Hatake knew you better than he knew his own Philosophy notes. He’d been your best friend since you’d moved into the house next door at eleven, and since then the two of you had been largely inseparable. From school functions to sleepovers to family events, both of you always found a way to invite the other around.

Of course, you didn’t spend time together 24/7, but it was second nature. That included inviting both of your mutual friends around for study sessions at the library. But, while you could distract your friends from your persistent health issues over the last week, Kakashi was much more difficult to placate.

Even with Gai talking your ear off about the crystal structure of andesitic magma, Kakashi remained staring at you. The coughing had him worried despite your assurances that it was only allergies.

And, truthfully, he probably had a reason to worry. Your chest had grown tighter over the last few weeks, and the coughing had only continued to grow worse. A part of your mind whispered that you could have pneumonia, but you tried your best to push the thought away. It was probably just a cold. Really, your worries were probably unfounded.

But Kakashi wasn’t the only one watching you with concern. From across the table, Shizune, the lone pre-med student in your group of friends, kept a careful watch over your coughing figure. Over the last two weeks, your condition had only seemed to get worse, and though you asserted it was just allergies, she didn’t buy the lies you were selling. Not one bit.

Thankfully, she was sneaky enough to catch you in the act. After some grumbling from Asuma, you’d gotten up to find a book on the geologic timeline. Wordlessly, Shizune followed after you, watching you disappear beyond a shelf a few paces away.

You cleared your throat as you searched the shelves, willing away the tickle of another cough.

“(Y/n),” Shizune called, meeting you in the aisle.

You jumped, a startled cough leaping from your throat. “Yes?”

“Have you been to the doctor for your cough yet?”

“Oh,” you waved her worries away. “No, no. It’s fine. Just some allergies.”

Shizune frowned. You may have been able to fool Gai and Asuma, but she was a med student. She knew that cough was far too deep to just be allergies.

“I think you should come to the clinic with me,” she suggested. “Leaving an infection untreated is a poor decision.”

“Shizune, I’m fine, really!”

Her lips formed a thin line as she inspected you, obviously not willing to go along with your arguments. “Take a deep breath. A full, deep breath.”

“Shizune—”

“Do it.” Her tone left little room for arguing.

Reluctantly, you did as she asked. With a single, deep breath, your breath caught in your lungs, rattling back out with deep, uncontrollable coughs. Your eyes watered and leaning against the bookshelves was the only thing keeping you upright.

It really was worse than you had thought.

When you blinked back up at her, Shizune’s expression was both knowing and worried. There was no way to fool her, and you knew that Shizune would at least make sure the clinic workers took good care of you.

“Okay,” you relented, voice surprisingly hoarse. “I’ll come with you. But I don’t want Kakashi to know you think I’m actually sick.”

Shizune left the deception up to you, disappearing around the corner of the aisle to begin gathering her belongings. When you returned to the table, passing the book you’d found off to Asuma, Kakashi wasn’t with them.

Your backpack slipped over your shoulders, keys slipping into your pocket, before you wandered down a nearby aisle to find Kakashi. As expected, you found him in the Psychological Sciences section; his Introduction to Teaching Methods course was really kicking his ass.

From afar, nose downturned into a book, hair fluffing over his signature headband, brows furrowed in concentration, he was beautiful. He’d always been beautiful with that bright white hair and those delicate features. Through the years, you’d never hidden your praise of his appearance. He was as handsome as he was insecure, and you hoped to change that. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such things; admiring him would have to come later.

“Hey,” you called, catching his attention with a smile. “I’m gonna head out.”

“Is everything okay?” The worry in his voice leapt through your chest, and you tried to push down how sweet it was for him to be concerned about you.

“Yeah,” you waved, trying to appear nonchalant. “Shizune said the clinic has free Nasonex, so I’m gonna head out with her. She thinks it’ll help with my allergies.”

“Ah,” he nodded, gaze dropping back to his book again. His expression had smoothed out when he looked up at you again, and you held back a cough so he wouldn’t worry. “I have an exam tomorrow so I can’t meet you for lunch, but if you’re free later in the week, text me.”

You nodded and forced a smile. The tickle in your throat was growing unbearable, stinging your lungs and making your eyes water. Before he could scrutinize your expression, you turned, hands tightening on the straps of your bag. Shizune was waiting for you.

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The campus clinic was fairly quiet save for the daunting array of pre-med students lingering about. While it was a bit unnerving, you knew you were in good hands with Shizune. She was one of your closest friends, after all.

Her companion, someone she distractedly introduced as Anko, grinned as you hopped up onto a table. She plopped onto a rolly chair beside your kindhearted captor. “What’s up, Shizune? ‘Nother birth control implant?”

Your friend took a sharp breath, leveling her companion with an equally sharp stare. “No. I’m worried she’s developing pneumonia.”

“Oh yeah? That’s more full-med, don’t you think?”

“Are you a med student?” you asked. Anko’s perceptive eyes and mischievous smile made you uneasy. You certainly couldn’t imagine her as a doctor, especially not with the sarcastic bedside manner.

“Nah. Pharmacology.” She shrugged, flipping through the A&P textbook Shizune had dropped on the counter. “Doesn’t really matter here, though. Shizune’s not a doctor either.”

The huff from your left directed your attention back to your friend. She was adjusting the earpieces of her stethoscope, moving to press it against your back.

“Take some deep breaths,” she murmured, focusing on the sounds reverberating through the instrument.

You really tried to follow her request. The first breath wasn’t too difficult, just a little tight in your chest. The second was more difficult, and worry began to clatter through your mind yet again. What would Kakashi think if you really were sick? He’d be so upset that you put off going to the doctor for such a long time. He’d make himself sick worrying over you—

Your breath shuttered in your throat, and a deep, wet cough reverberated from your lungs. The coughing wouldn’t stop, and the pain of snot burned at your throat. Shizune shifted away, pushing a tissue into your hand, and you continued coughing. It felt like some of the infection wanted out, and, well, that couldn’t be the worst thing in the world. So you let yourself cough, breath hacking and rattling your body.

When you’d finally managed to control your breathing, there were tears stinging your eyes, your nose was running, and the tissue in your hand was suspiciously pink. However, as your eyes focused on the color, you realized that it wasn’t blood. Five vibrantly pink petals were resting in your hand.

Petals. What the fuck?

Shizune sucked in a breath from beside you, fingertips brushing the side of your palm. “Did you just..?”

For one reverent moment, the two of you stared at the petals draped across your palm, minds swirling with the possibilities of what it all meant. But then that moment shattered.

The shrieking squeak of Anko’s chair was as jarring as her bark of surprise. Which one caused your arm to jerk, a blur of pink fluttering to the floor in the process, you would never know. Regardless, Anko’s barrage of loud noises persisted. “Are those fucking flowers?”

Shizune may have started the procedure rather clinically, but she was only a med student and, for that reason, the surprise on her features was plain as day.

And for good fucking reason, your mind roared. People don’t just cough up flowers on a daily basis!

In alarmed horror, she continued staring at the pink petals—far too sweet and inconspicuous for the situation at hand—until Anko’s bark snapped through the silence.

“Shizune! What the fuck is going on?”

With a surprising amount of effort, her eyes jumped from the petals, flickering between Anko’s confused expression and your shell-shocked one. “I… I don’t know.”

She disappeared from the room a moment later, pale and shaky, with Anko hot on her heels, already spewing a barrage of questions Shizune didn’t know the answer to.

From there, the clinic erupted into chaos. Textbooks were opened. Professors were called. People came in to poke and prod the petals that had fallen into your hand and continued—much to both your and Shizune’s obvious dismay—to fall from your chapped lips. Through it all, you were an obvious scientific anomaly, one that the more curious students couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into. None of it was the least bit reassuring.

Whether it was the specific nature of your condition or the rabid persistence of the clinic’s student workers that resulted in the answer that plagued all your minds, you would never know. Regardless, Shizune and Anko joined you again a half hour later. Anko’s smirk was devilish as she looked you up and down—not a good sign. Even worse was the way Shizune worried her lower lip, eyes narrowed in concern. Despite that, determination flamed in her eyes, a fire that couldn’t be tamped out no matter what the results of her research had been.

“It’s called Hanahaki disease.”

The words rang through the air like a gong, though they didn’t tell you much of anything. Hanahaki? You’d never heard of that before. Was it a rare cold? Something like cancer? The questions burned on the edge of your tongue, but Anko beat you to the punch.

She smirked again, plopping down on the rolly chair backwards, arms crossed over the backrest in challenge. “The cure’s gettin’ laid.”

A chill coursed through your body, starting at the edge of your scalp and racing down your spine with a sickening force. Faintly, you registered Shizune smacking Anko’s head and a roared shout of protest, but you hardly paid attention to them.

Getting laid. The words echoed through your brain in dizzying, resounding clarity. What would Kakashi think?

Another cough rattled through your chest, and you hacked a fresh wave of petals into your palm. Dully, you noted some of them were blue now, too. Just great.

Blinking, you realized Shizune had approached you, a pointed expression sharpening her features. “What were you just thinking about?”

“The blue petals…” What did that have to do with anything?

“No. Before you started coughing.”

What had you been thinking about? “I… I don’t remember.” What was it? What had it been? “You told me… about getting laid… and then…” Suddenly, it hit you, and you felt the dizziness return. “That Kakashi’s going to be so upset. He’s been telling me to go to the doctor for ages now.” Another weak cough.

Anko aha-ed, pointing at you excitedly. “That’s it! You have to lay Kakashi!”

“What?”

If a chill had wracked through your body before, then a bolt of lightning raced through you now, a white-hot terror that couldn’t be tamed by the rational whisper of your mind that Anko didn’t know shit.

Carefully, Shizune intervened with the placating air of a diplomat, all soothing words and kind expressions, though a few sharp glares were sent Anko’s way.

“Let’s step back a few paces, alright? Hanahaki is a really rare disease. Incredibly rare, in fact. So rare that they don’t teach it in schools. But every once in a blue moon, a case crops up.”

“So I’m doomed?”

At your droll tone, a small glare was directed at you, and if you hadn’t been so stressed and worried, you actually may have smiled at the friendship the pair of you had formed. But it wasn’t the time for any of that.

“Actually, that’s up to you.” Despite her words, you could tell there was something bothering her about the upcoming explanation. “Hanahaki is caused by falling in love with someone and believing it to be unrequited.” Kakashi. “The cure is to confess your feelings to that person.”

No. God, no!

This couldn’t be happening. No, it couldn’t be. Your love for Kakashi was a secret, private indulgence. It was a fantasy of a better life, one you’d never let yourself even attempt to claim in real life. Kakashi was Kakashi! He was clever and attractive and funny and, despite how closed off he was to the world, he was loved by so many people. Popular wasn’t the right word, not in the traditional sense, but he was well known and moderately well liked. And that was more than enough for you to know that you didn’t have a chance. He was focusing on his degree and hadn’t so much as considered going on a date in years! No, you couldn’t tell him.

“And what if I don’t confess?”

Shizune narrowed her eyes, arms crossing over her chest in a telltale display of irritation. She’d been expecting you to ask that.

“You die.”

The answer hit you like a wrecking ball, splattering your heart against the pavement. Death? To give up your hopes? Your dreams? All the work you’d put into college? Just because you didn’t want to ruin the deep friendship you’d built with Kakashi? Was it worth it?

Your head and heart warred, reason against fear, logic against shame. What would be the right choice?

Glancing between Shizune and Anko, you asked the last question that weighed on your tongue like a vat of ant infested honey, sticky and unwelcome. “What if he doesn’t return my feelings?”

At that, Anko’s smirk fell, and she rubbed the back of her neck, gaze suddenly unable to meet your own. “Then, you die.”

For a moment, silence echoed through the room. It snaked around your heart and clung to your skin like burning oil—hot and uncomfortable. But then, you really thought about it.

There were two ways for you to die. Either you told Kakashi and died with the memory of him rejecting you and the knowledge of his guilty conscience, or you died merely knowing he didn’t love you, personal and without drawing any more unwanted attention to yourself or your situation. Telling him was a chance to live, but it wasn’t really much of a chance. You weren’t enough. You already knew that he didn’t love you. So, that was that, then. Nothing else to be done.

With a nod, you hopped from the table, legs barely feeling strong enough to hold your aching heart up. “Okay, then. I think… I think I’m gonna head home.”

With an iron grip, Shizune’s hand clamped around your wrist. “You aren’t telling him, are you?”

You knew she meant well. You knew that neither she nor any of your other friends wanted to see you die. But, really, you didn’t have many options here, and the last thing you wanted was for Kakashi to have a guilty conscience. It was the only way.

With raised brows, you sent her a pointed look. “Doctor-patient confidentiality.”

Shizune glared. Anko grunted.

“You can’t be fucking serious. You’d die for this dunce?”

Anger flared hot in your chest as you stared Anko down. “He’s not a dunce! He’s an incredibly smart, kind guy, and there’s no way I’m letting this weigh on his heart—” Abruptly, your fervor gave way to a desperate round of coughing. Hands clamped around your mouth, you hacked and hacked up the seemingly endless stream of hydrangea petals. Your throat burned and your eyes stung with tears, but you held your resolve, only looking up at the girls with forced confidence once the petals had disappeared into a trash can.

Shizune’s expression had softened by then. Her fear and frustration, the fire in her eyes, had faded into something warm. An understanding worry. The concern of a close friend. Someone who, if only faintly, understood the logic you’d thrust at Anko.

“My professor can get you excused from classes for the next week. You should go get some rest. There’s no way to know when…”

No way to know when I’ll die.

That, you had to admit, was unsettling. But still, your resolve stayed strong. Despite Anko’s irritated shouts. Despite the clinic staff tittering around you as you walked away. Despite the deep ache in your chest. You’d stay strong for Kakashi.

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Locking the door to your apartment, you thanked your good fortune—not for the first time—that you didn’t have any roommates. The last thing you wanted was to answer questions, to explain.

Regardless of whatever fancy name they wanted to give the disease, it still felt like a cold. So, after dumping your backpack onto the empty space by the couch, you began shuffling through your kitchen. No rogue soup cans, but a few packets of instant raman. You could work with that.

Raman and toast for your simultaneously starving and roiling stomach. Water, so much water. A trash can for the petals. Pillows and blankets piled on the couch. A random show you didn’t mind sleeping through clicked on the television. Yeah, you could start with that.

After the overwhelming ordeal in the clinic, you ate dinner and promptly fell asleep, only waking a few times in the night to hack petals over the edge of the couch before rolling over again.

You dreamed of Kakashi. His smile. His laugh. The way he held you when the two of you danced at prom. Surprisingly, he was much better than anyone would’ve expected, his gangly, too-long limbs controlled by a meticulous amount of grace.

Before that, you dreamed of building the mini bridge with him for your Intro to Drafting class in high school. Kakashi was determined to make the strongest one yet. You’d almost taken a finger off with the nail gun, though, and he’d spent at least half the build week worriedly fussing over you.

You dreamed about the pure, excited look on his face when you surprised him with a puppy for his birthday. Of course, you’d colluded with his father, who was more than willing to have another furball padding around the house. Kakashi had literally jumped for joy after opening the box with the pug in it. The little thing had raced around his ankles, barking and nipping as Kakashi cheered. Barely a moment later, he’d tackled you into a hug, and the two of you collided against the living room rug. You’d been assaulted from both ends—the pug licked at your face and neck and arms, anywhere it could reach, while Kakashi nuzzled against you with an anaconda’s grip, whispering how incredible you were.

Waking from that dream had resulted in the worst round of coughing yet. Bursting fistful after fistful of pink, purple, and blue petals spilled and fluttered from your lips. The pollen made you sneeze in between rounds of coughing, and your eyes were red and stinging before you’d even attempted to find breakfast.

Shizune didn’t know when you would die, but the ache in your heart told you it would be sooner rather than later.

Your second day of coughing petals drug on dully. In bouts of clarity, you worked away on your term paper for something to do. When the hazy fog of sickness became too thick for you to focus, you shuffled under the blankets on your couch, gaze halfheartedly glued to the television.

As promised, you didn’t hear from Kakashi. Part of you ached to call him, ached for his comfort, but you resisted. His exam really was important. Even more important was your urge to keep the knowledge of your terminal illness to yourself. Kakashi had more than enough on his plate without worrying about you. It would be hard enough for him to grieve when you finally did die—at least, a selfish part of you liked to think so. Prolonging the experience, telling him prematurely, could only hurt him more by dragging out the pain, the grief, the guilt. Even without knowing he was the cause of your unfortunate case of flower-shop-lungs, Kakashi would still place the onus on himself to care for you. A valiant effort but a foolish one all the same.

His compassion could only kill you faster.

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Lungs weren’t meant to have flowers growing in them. By the end of the second night, the true reality of that statement made itself known.

You grew warm, sweat soaking through your shirt where it pressed against the couch. Despite that, your body trembled with chills. A fever.

An infection, your mind roared. Because of the roots and leaves and petals scraping my lungs to bits.

The coughing intensified, too. Great hacks shook your body so intensely that they left your sides feeling tender. Your chest ached. Your throat felt swollen. The coughing burned.

The petals were coming as full flowers now. Occasionally, they even came in small bunches, a little bunch of hydrangea flowers attached by a stem.

The floral smell in your apartment grew sickly, though you could barely smell it through your stopped up nose. When you breathed just the right way, occasionally you caught the sharp aroma of fresh plants, but then it was buried again under another round of insistent coughs.

Lungs weren’t meant to have flowers growing in them. And the flowers wanted out.

Far earlier than you’d ever admit, you fell into a fitful sleep on your couch for the second night in a row.

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Waking up wasn’t quite how you imagined it would be.

If the last day was any indication of your future mornings, you anticipated waking up slowly, groggily, only to burst into a weak coughing fit before the drowsiness of sleep completely dissipated.

But that was far more relaxed than the universe was willing to gift you.

At a quarter past ten, your doorknob jiggled, and your door burst open with an earth-shattering bang. The sound jolted you from your feverish sleep, and you sat up in an instant, blanket pulled against your chest, heart beating up your throat.

After all the fuss at the clinic, would I really die by home invasion?

No, no you wouldn’t. Because standing in the doorway was a very concerned, very disheveled Kakashi.

The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up his forearms, and one of the knots of his sneakers was just beginning to fall out. He huffed in your doorway, panting as though he’d been running, with pink cheeks and the most concerned expression you’d ever seen shadowing his eyes.

For a moment, he just stared at you, right hand splayed against the door while his left hand ran jerkily through his hair. He was panting hard.

“Kakashi—?” Your voice was weak, but it snapped him into attention all the same. His spine straightened, his brows furrowed, and he shut the door with a marginally more quiet bang.

“Would you like to explain to me why I just had to learn from Iruka of all fucking people that my best friend has Hanahaki disease?”

Fuck. This was not supposed to happen.

“How—” —did this happen? —did you find out? —did Iruka know? Your mind whirled like a hurricane before landing on one solid point of clarity: the clinic staff. Those gossipy bastards.

Of course, the first case of a strange—non contagious!—disease on campus, and they blab to the entire student body. Great, just great!

But now you had more pressing matters to contend with. Kakashi knew, but how much?

The fear and guilt hit you like a freight train, even as Kakashi moved with slow, tense steps toward the couch. What did he know?

“Is it true?” he asked, scrutinizing you with every step. “You’re really sick? Coughing up petals?”

A guilty bob of your head was all you could manage, gaze trained warily on Kakashi.

“And you didn’t think to call me?”

Very rarely had you ever heard Kakashi upset. He was as aloof a kid as they come, and he only blossomed into an even more aloof young adult. Sure, he was fun-loving, funny, and even carefree at times, but he was a master of hiding any negative emotions that he possessed, even from you. Yet here, in your messy apartment, as you sat staring at him from your ugly, scrounged up couch, you could feel the emotion radiating off of him in waves. Betrayal.

It crackled through the air around you, leaving behind something thick and heavy, like rain before a summer storm. The hurt in his eyes nearly stole the breath from your lungs—not that you had much to steal anyway.

But it was enough. With wheezing, labored gasps, you coughed into your palm, allowing the leaves and petals to tumble past your trembling lips with abandon.

When you looked up again, a fistful of petals in hand, his expression had shifted from hurt to worry. It was still hard and defensive, but he’d moved closer, delicate hands outstretched uncertainly.

“Your test,” you croaked weakly. “I didn’t want you worried during—” Another little cough. Another little ache blooming in your chest.

Kakashi’s face softened before your eyes. Betrayed worry morphed into tender concern, and he took the few steps necessary to close the distance between you.

Slowly, gently, he kneeled, catching your non-occupied hand with his own.

“The test was nothing. Really. Could have done it in my sleep.” And that dazzling, half-smile spread across his features, warm and inviting and comforting. For a moment, the breath was stolen from your lungs, but this time, it wasn’t the petals’ fault. It was Kakashi’s.

“What’s important is that you’re taken care of right now.”

The stubborn fool, helping your health decline even more rapidly. Your only solace was that he couldn’t know the truth; Anko and Shizune hadn’t revealed that portion of your medical issues. At least, if they had, it couldn’t have worked its way to Kakashi yet. If he knew he was killing you, then he definitely would’ve been more hesitant to come into your home.

Small miracles, I guess. He doesn’t realize this is his fault.

A gentle squeeze of your hand pulled you from your thoughts, and you felt a thumb idly swiping over the back of your palm. Kakashi was still looking at you with that unbearably tender look on his face. All softness and compassion and care. Your heart melted, slipping between your ribs and pooling in your stomach in a big puddle of goo.

“You can count on me, remember?” His voice was so soft, so gentle, so safe. “We’re a team. And I’d never let my teammate down.”

Your throat squeezed, and you weren’t sure whether the lump was emotion or petals.

Kakashi had always tried so hard to be there for you. Whenever you needed someone, he’d always been the person you could depend on. He took care of you when you were sick. He walked you home just to make sure you’d be safe. He let you steal his scarf in the winter whenever you were too cold. He held you and shoveled ice cream down your throat when your first boyfriend broke your heart. He skipped out on a gaming tournament just so there would be someone standing there for you at your art competition. Safe, supportive, dependable Kakashi.

The boy who killed you with every fleeting false hope that your mind could imagine. The boy who wouldn’t let you die alone.

Tears burned in the corners of your eyes before you sucked in a harsh breath, strength crumbling. Petals tumbled over the edge of the couch and stained your floor with pink and purple splotches as you fell forward, allowing him to pull you into his arms.

“It… it’s so scary,” you mumbled, hiccupping into his chest.

“It’s okay.” His arms held you tightly, cheek pressed against the top of your head. “I’m here now.”

If he minded the force with which your body shook as you cried into his hoodie, Kakashi didn’t say. He simply held you in a tight, reassuring embrace, mumbling kind words into your temple.

He was here. Just for you.

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Kakashi was a mother hen incarnate.

First, he weasled some breakfast into you. Then, he shuffled you into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and very insistently thrust a toothbrush into your hand.

Ordinarily, you might have been embarrassed at the level of disarray you and your house were currently in. However, your sides were sore, your mind was addled by fever, and petals were still coming out of places that petals should never come out of. Simply put, your body was too far-gone to convince you to care about looking unattractive in front of Kakashi.

You were dying of unrequited love. Clearly the ship of impressing Kakashi had long-since sailed.

So, you let him feed you and clean you up. You let him take a bag of petals out to the curb. You let him bundle you with blankets and stuff you with useless cold medicine that made your eyes droop with fatigue.

By the time early evening hit, you were already exhausted. The day had been notably worse than the previous ones, and whether it was from the natural progression of the disease—if you could even call it natural—or Kakashi’s presence, you couldn’t be sure. Either way, you were barely keeping it together on the couch, so when Kakashi offered to help you back to bed, you readily agreed.

When you wobbled down the hall, he placed a supportive hand on your arm. Every inch, every thought, was toward your recovery. What a sweet, useless concept.

Despite the fact that your sheets weren’t clean, and your room wasn’t tidy, you were all too keen to invite Kakashi into bed beside you. So, after meticulously tucking you in with an alarming amount of care and precision, Kakashi stretched himself out next to you.

The pillow made his hair stick out at even odder angles, and the hoodie bunched around him so much that he looked like a tall, lanky marshmallow, but he was still the same, handsome Kakashi you’d been crushing on for ages.

You wondered what he’d do without you. Who he’d find to help him organize the mess of research papers he often referenced. Who he’d let steal his portion of ice cream when the friend group scrounged up enough money to go to a nice restaurant with those fancy, ice-cream-coated brownie desserts.

You wondered if he’d say something when you died; if he’d feel obligated to get up and speak despite never being one for public speaking. It was a morbid thought, one you desperately wanted to shun into the corners of your mind to overlook until it was forgotten, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t help worrying when he meant something to you. The last thing you wanted was to bring him pain, and that tended to come hand-in-hand with grieving.

Curling on your side, you traced Kakashi’s outline in the partial darkness of your bedroom. He was stretched across the bed on his back, lounging in a way that had to make up for his chronically poor posture.

He studied you across the sheets, as though you were a problem he couldn’t quite figure out. “Are you in pain?”

“A little.”

“Painkillers?”

“Won’t help,” you finished for him.

Yet, he wouldn’t be deterred.

“Something’s bothering you,” he pressed. “You’ve been stressed all day. Is it your term paper?”

“I’m dying.”

The silence reverberated through the room like a plucked harp string. Deep, foreboding, and isolating.

Then, a rustle. Kakashi turned in your bed, looking at you with wide, frightened eyes. “What?”

“This… this disease… it doesn’t get better.” Another weak cough punctuated your sentence, and a few more petals fluttered haphazardly toward the trash can.

“There has to be a way—!”

The desperation in his voice physically hurt your body, but you answered with clinical sterileness, too afraid your emotions would betray you otherwise. Part of you wished you hadn’t told him, but a deeper, more selfish part of you didn’t want to be alone with the knowledge of what was coming. “Unfortunately, no.”

His eyes clamped shut, rolling onto his back yet again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Fuck.” If only Anko were here to understand the irony.

Idly, you wondered how many other things he didn’t know about Hanahaki disease. As messy and emotional and complicated as the disease was, your resolve settled quickly. You didn’t want to find out. Whatever he didn’t know, whatever secrets of Hanahaki he was yet to understand, you’d take the secrets to the grave.

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Whether Kakashi stayed in bed with you the whole night or moved to the couch, you weren’t certain. Every time you woke up in a hacking fit, he seemed to be by your side. First, a glass of water pushed into your hand; next, emptying the trash bin; again, rubbing the curve of your spine as you hacked and cried over the burn of saliva and blood dripping down your throat; finally, offering you another dose of fever reducing medication, as though it would help when nothing else would.

But when you woke that morning, your fourth day of coughing up petals, Kakashi wasn’t by your side. In fact, you didn’t even hear him puttering through the apartment.

Maybe he left you, your mind whispered. Maybe he decided to spend the day with someone else.

Lies; even you knew the words to be so. After Kakashi had been nothing but caring and attentive despite the obvious trouble your illness brought, there was no way he had abandoned you now. More likely, eight a.m. was too early for him to be up, and he’d crashed on the couch.

Slowly, you rose from the heap of blankets he’d draped over you only to quickly debate whether or not to shower again. Breakfast or shower? Breakfast or shower?

A low grumble from your stomach answered the question for you, and you quietly began the path toward your kitchen, hoping your rustling wouldn’t be enough to wake Kakashi.

But he wasn’t asleep.

He was standing in your living room, gaze tracing the pictures hanging in your collage frame. They were memories you had cherished when you filled the frame, and although some of them were a bit dated, you still loved them. Pictures of your parents at the holidays. Your friends from college celebrating Glo Nite, cheeks streaked with UV paint and wrists wrapped in glow sticks. Kakashi holding a birthday cake for you to blow out, several of your friends leaning into the frame as they sang (loudly and very off-key). You and Kurenai making pasta, caught mid-laugh. A silhouette shot of you, Kakashi, and Gai jumping on a boardwalk. Another from that night where the three of you are laughing under the neon lights of the ferris wheel, waiting for your turn to get on.

Warmth flooded your chest at the memories. Each one made you particularly fond of your friends, but the one of Kakashi holding your birthday cake out to you—a cake he had personally baked and then iced in a shaky scrawl—with both of your faces bathed in the golden candle glow, drew a special type of happiness from your heart. He’d tried so hard for you, and you’d been so happy, so overjoyed, that he’d not only taken the time away from his crazy busy exam schedule to be there, but also took the time to bake for you, too.

A sniffle drew you from your nostalgia.

Kakashi was crying, arms curled up near his chest in a self-soothing gesture. Your heart shattered.

This just wouldn’t do. Not when you were quickly scaling the ladder of death right in front of him. You had to do something!

Slowly, you moved beside him, resting your head on his shoulder in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. “That’s my favorite.” You pointed to the picture with the cake. “It was such a good day.”

Kakashi muffled a sob, trembling under your cheek even as you wrapped your arms around his abdomen in a half-hug.

“I don’t want you to go.”

Something sharp constricted around your heart. You were running out of time. “I know,” you said tenderly. Maybe if you comforted him purely platonically, the universe would take pity on you. “I wish I didn’t have to go. I don’t want you to be sad, Kakashi, please.” You rocked him back and forth with the words in an attempt to imbue a little lightheartedness on the situation, “I love you so much. I don’t want you to be hurting.”

He went rigid beside you before whirling in your arms, smothering you in a hug that almost knocked you off balance. “I love you, too.” The words came out choked on a sob. “You’re my best friend. Please—”

An eerie chill wracked through your body. It was quickly replaced by a gut-churning hot flash that you knew all too well would lead to nothing good. You pushed Kakashi away as you turned toward the sofa. Sweat slicked along your chest, and you felt drool pool in your mouth as you darted for the trash can, slamming your shin into the coffee table and toppling to the ground on the way. The best you could take was a shallow breath before globs of mucus and petals and stems and leaves and roots came pouring out of your mouth at a pace that made you choke and gag as your eyes watered.

Obviously, the whole ordeal was so sexy that Kakashi couldn’t possibly stay away.

After a brief pause, in which he stared at you, white-faced and alarmed, he slowly worked his way across the room, eventually coming to kneel beside you, outstretched hand frozen in his lap as though he couldn’t decide whether or not to touch you.

Maybe this was the end. Maybe you wouldn’t have to find a way to look Kakashi in the eye again after this. You gagged on another stem. God, how mortifying.

As quickly as the bout of sickness had occurred, it faded, and you gasped when your airway was once again free enough to breathe.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Beyond giving you the much needed oxygen, it also served to abate your growing anxiety… But only slightly.

Kakashi continued to stare at you, brow furrowed, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “Are you okay?” he murmured, gaze searching and hand still outstretched somewhere between I-want-to-touch-you and Dare-I-get-closer. It made you love him even more.

You tensed, but, this time, the pain didn’t come. The thought of him—of loving him—didn’t make your chest ache or your lungs overflow with petals. With another deep breath, you realized your lungs didn’t rattle with overgrown leaves, and your heart wasn’t constricted with roots. Every airway felt clear—or as clear as your sinuses could feel after choking and crying for ten minutes straight. Things were different now. You were better now.

Through watery eyes, you looked up at Kakashi again. His expression was still panicked, searching, and you could’ve laughed at the hidden implication of what this all meant. That, after everything, he was only admitting what he felt for you when you had snot-slicked lips and a basket of regurgitated petals between you.

“(Y/n)?” His voice guided you through the fog of your thoughts like a lighthouse. It was a beacon in the darkness that you gladly latched onto. “Are you okay? Do I need to take you back to the clinic?”

“Kakashi—” You cleared your throat uncomfortably, voice tight with inflammation and phlegm and emotion. “What did you mean when you said you loved me?”

His eyes widened almost comically, and he jerked away from you, flushing to the tips of his ears. The statement was enough to leave him stuttering for a few moments before his brows furrowed and he turned back to you urgently. “That doesn’t matter. We… I should take you back to the clinic.”

His worried expression made warmth bloom in your chest, and you couldn’t keep the soft smile from your face. “I’m okay.” The words were nearly whispered, soft and warm and sweet, but they did little to reassure Kakashi.

“No.” He shook his head firmly, hair flying with the force. “No, that was bad. That was a lot. Maybe they can give you medicine to slow down—” He fell silent, choked on fear at the assumption you were still dying.

Again, your heart bloomed. Melodramatic fool. You hadn’t seen him this worried about anything since the campus cheerleaders had “stolen” his dog to be an honorary cheerleader for the big basketball game. But here he was looking at you as though you were something precious about to be ripped from his grasp.

“Kakashi,” your voice was still warm and soft. His eyes found their way back to you, gaze searching. “Hanahaki is caused by unrequited love.” The admission left him stunned, but you continued. “It’s cured by finding out the feelings aren’t one-sided.” He was still looking at you, drinking in every word, every twitch. He didn’t have to look very hard to see the happy tears shining in your eyes. “So,” another breath, shaky and warm, “what did you mean when you said you loved me?”

Finally, fucking finally, he closed the distance between you, brushing a hand up your arm and resting it against your shoulder. His cheeks were colored pink, and he gulped, gaze bobbing off to the side before finding you again. Voice hoarse, he whispered as though it were a secret for only you to hear. “I think you know the answer to that.”

And you did. Because there was no longer a rattle in your chest, and even though you felt like you were on the upswing recovery from the Worst Flu In ExistenceTM, Kakashi still looked at you like you were a galaxy he was trying to memorize, like you were the center of the universe. It made you ache in a way that was not at all unpleasant, and you found the hand that wasn’t shoring your shoulder to entwine your fingers with his own.

“What are you thinking?” he whispered quietly, searching for a bit of clarity in your drying eyes.

You smiled, so genuine and open that Kakashi’s worried exterior melted into something soft and sweet and incredibly fond, and you laughed with a voice that was far too raspy to comfortably speak, but you spoke anyway with words just as warm and delighted as you felt. “We’re idiots.”

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And idiots you were. Shizune confirmed that after Kakashi insisted you take a trip back to the campus clinic just in case. It was embarrassing at first, especially with the pointed I-told-you-so look that Shizune couldn’t quite wipe from her face. But Kakashi was there, and you were alive, and to the three of you, that’s really all that mattered.

Of course, it wasn’t quite that easy. Shizune still had to run a few tests on you. She had to consult her professor—an actual doctor. She had to share the fact that the Hanahaki case was back.

But Kakashi stayed. He held your hand while a flock of premed students poked and prodded at you. He ignored their incessant chatter at “not realizing he had a good thing sooner,” though that stopped pretty quickly when you “accidentally” bit the hand that was poking around in your mouth.

He said things to make you laugh when the flock fled the room a few minutes later. Each look he gave you was a little softer, a little sweeter, as both of you settled into the space that was open, unrestricted young love. It was something warm and soft like sunbathing on a Spring day, and you were grateful for anything that didn’t feel like flowers suffocating you from the inside out.

He never let go of your hand, even as he led you toward the exit after a very pleased all-clear from Shizune.

And, adorably enough, he flushed an impossible shade of pink when Anko congratulated the both of you for getting laid on the way out.

That’s a story you’d share with him later.

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A/N: Two fics in two days? I'm on fire!

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