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lale-txt · 6 months

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kakashi, Obito, Madara & Tobirama

a/n: reader is gn! Lale, you can't write those hcs for every series you enjoy—I CAN AND I WILL. i got positively possessed while writing these and now i'm thinking about turning each of them into a oneshot. picked my two favorite Uchihas and my two fav white haired men for this round, but i have other chars for this in the drafts already >:3c

❦ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

the subtle touches when you’re together; hands brushing, pinkies almost interlocking, your fingers tapping his arm to get his attention, his hand on the small of your back for a brief second when you move through a crowd; as if your bodies are simply drawn to each other

the urge to adjust your headband or to brush a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re too lost in thought to notice, only to snap out of it and look at him with those curious doe eyes, so full of life

the way your tongue pokes out between your lips when you patch up his wounds after a mission together; you’re so focused on his well-being that it makes Kakashi’s heart melt

your mumbled “you’re too reckless, i worry about you” that reveals just how deep that love for him runs, making it impossible for him to shove his own feelings aside any longer

the small gasp you let out when he pulls down his mask to kiss you with hunger and an unknown softness, as if he was afraid of waking up from the sweetest dream

realizing he’s not dreaming at all when you’re lying tangled in the soaked sheets together and try to catch your breaths, skin on skin, sparking little fires everywhere

your hand on his chest, feeling his fluttering heartbeat, eyes glued on your fingers as they wander down lower his stomach, until his cock is twitching in your fist and shortly after inside of you again

❦ 𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎

everything, anything you do. this man’s heart falters the moment he feels your presence nearby.

hearing his name roll off your pretty tongue, a sound like velvet, catching him off guard whenever you call out for him, your face lightening up when he turns towards you (not knowing you’re his whole sun)

your fingertips tracing the scars on his face; a thing he has never allowed anyone before to do so, but with you… it’s different. you’re being so gentle, it makes him want to place his bare heart into your open palms

feeling your soft skin for the first time when his hands wander underneath your clothes, exploring every inch of you paired with the sweet sounds you make, his breath hitching in his throat

your pleading eyes when you tug on the hem of his shirt, silently asking for it to come off, as if he could ever resist you. as if the essence of his soul wasn’t already stained in your colors.

the way your eyes flutter wide open when he reveals this scarred body of his and how warm your lips feel on his skin when you kiss and lick and suck from the side of his neck down to his hip bones

now it’s your name falling out of his mouth, between broken moans, when that pretty mouth of yours wraps around his throbbing cock, lapping up everything he has to offer you and you’re doing it oh so willingly

❦ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀

the sound of your laughter coming through the open window with the warm summer breeze. you’re his sweet new neighbor and he’s been smitten with you ever since you showed up on his doorstep, a plate of inarizushi in your hands to introduce yourself

seeing you reading in a corner the backyard, that little frown on your face while the tip of your nose almost touches the scrolls; you’re so eager for knowledge and he can’t help but admire this

the complete shift in your expression when you notice his presence (barely anyone does, at least not like you do), your whole face brightening up as you wave at him

hearing you late at night, when you don’t realize just how thin these walls are, the sweet sounds of your moans when you touch yourself. Marada can’t help but wonder, are you thinking about him? you couldn’t possibly… right?

feeling how hard he is when he finally gives in to the temptation, palming himself to the muffled sounds of yours, only a thin wall between the two of you, you so blissfully unaware of the mess you’ve made out of him when he spills himself in his hollow fist

seeing you again in the backyard a few days later, except that this time your kimono is hiked up to your hips, your legs spread wide, giving him a good visual on what happened on the other side of the wall

his sharingan ablaze, taking in the view of you, until you gesture him to come closer, closer, till he’s on his knees in front of you, showing you just how much he adores you…

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀

the way you lean over him when he’s sitting at his desk in the hokage office, pointing out something on the scroll in front of him, but you’re making it so hard for him to focus with your chest pressing against his shoulder and that sweet smell of yours entangling him

the startled sounds you make when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders after you’ve fallen asleep in your office once again, and the way you drift back into sleep when you notice it’s him and that you can feel safe here

your apologetic smile when he’s scolding you the next day for working too much; as if he wasn’t missing out on sleep for the sake of the village and doesn’t secretly admire your passion and drive (being oblivious that maybe, maybe, you just want an excuse to spend more time by his side)

the small “oh” coming out of your mouth one night, when you’re in the archive together, searching for one specific scroll, but instead his lips finds yours and suddenly your fingers are in his hair and his are pulling you closer by the hips and that scroll is completely forgotten (it was never about the scroll)

the tension between you unloading when you straddle his lap and all the useless fabric between you is shoved aside hastily so you can sink yourself fully onto his thick length

feeling you tremble on top of him until he wraps his arms around you, holding you so close to him while he slowly works you open, his lips on your neck, his dark, calm voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you clench around him

#kakashi x reader #obito x reader #madara x reader #tobirama x reader #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #madara uchiha #tobirama senju

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cepheusgalaxy · 2 months

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Classic: character compulsively washing their hands trying to get rid of blood stains that nobody but them can see, after having had to kill someone or watching someonde die in their arms, but the stains won't go away.

#whump tropes #whump prompts #blood mention #death mention #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump scenario #a fan of the classics 👌#*side eyes kakashi hatake from his backstory arc*#that was GOLD #best thing naruto shippuden ever did #/jk

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pfpanimes · 1 year

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⌕ naruto - kakashi hatake.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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softesttangerines · 2 months

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obkk is srsly a curse cz in the span of 10 years, that's the only otp that i go back to every 9months or so and it's annoying because i have consumed every remotely decent content of theirs put on the Internet, there's nothing else left and yet i find myself hyperfixating. Like leaaaave me alone, let me move on!!

#read every possible good fic and even mediocre one just to appease the thirst #reread and gaslit myself into thinking ive never read few fics just to read smthn new again #looks at the fanarts and yells about it whenever sad #done every possible before sleep scenario #LEAVE ME ALONE I NEED TO MOVE IN!!!!#obkk #obikaka #kakaobi #kakashi #kakashi hatake #obito #obito uchiha

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ayyyez · 1 year

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Okay okay, I finally have an idea! Kakashi's love languages: can be fluff, can be smut, or just a mix. The request is either: what are Kakashi's love languages and how does he show them, or the five times Kakashi showed you his love language through:

words of affirmation

acts of service

gifts

quality time

physical touch

...and that time he received those languages back! Hahahaha enjoy😂💕 Thank you bby 😘

A/N: Heeeey Topsy 💕 ohhhhh okay okay this is interesting I like this idea so for sure I can do this for you lovely. Aha thank you 💕 I did a mix of both fluff and smut!

TAGS: love languages, fluff, smut, under the cut is smut, it got real sappy sweet and deep in some parts, this is very long lmao

CHARACTERS: Kakashi Hatake

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

When Kakashi is younger he is short and harsh. The only words akin to praise you'll get out of him is something along the lines of 'I guess that was tolerable.' in terms of you holding your own as a shinobi or 'I guess your presence is tolerable.' if you aren't a shinobi.

That's glowing praise from him back then.

As he grows older his words are softer, more meaningfully affirming.

'Good job.' Finds his lips more and more. He finds it doesn't feel so uncomfortable anymore—praising you.

He thanks you for things often too. Kakashi knows all to well that simple appreciation for things can come to late. He always wants to make sure you know he's thankful for you.

My god is he thankful for you.

There's also the more teasing natured strung together moments.

'Yes just like that.' The words are thick and sweet like honey on his tongue. 'You're so good, mmm, feels so good.'

Kakashi spreads his fingers through your hair as you take more of his cock deeper into your mouth.

'All for me.' He doesn't mean to pull your hair so hard but the love he has for you spurs on a wave of possessiveness he didn't know he had. 'All mine.'

It's moments like these, when he's so vulnerable that he finds he can't shut up and the words just spill out.

'You look so good ah—' he grunts and hunches forward, 'so good taking me like this.'

You look up at him through heavy lashes, moaning a little with his cock still in your mouth. The vibrations cause him to shudder and if it weren't for the mouthful you'd be smirking.

Another deep throat and vibrating moan and Kakashi is cumming, words of praise falling from his lips the entire time.

From you the words of affirmation are a must.

Kakashi thrives on them even if he doesn't realise it as first. He can just get so down on himself that it can really bring him to life at times even if he doesn't alway believe it. He needs to hear it.

The first time you told him you love him he doesn't believe it.

The two of you are at your apartment. It's somewhere he can leave because you know sometimes it gets a bit much for him and he needs space.

You're standing in the kitchen together laughing about something and you feel it. You want to say it even if he doesn't quite feel that way yet. You want him to know.

'I love you.'

There's a pregnant pause.

The laughters stopped and you can hear a pin drop the tension is palpable.

Kakashi is frozen like a statue. The one visable eye is wide and you can see the fear behind it. But you had expected this, you knew him after all, it has been this way the entire relationship.

You always took one step at a time, forward and holding your hand out to him to let him know it's safe to follow.

'It's alright.' You say, soft smile across your lips. 'I just wanted to tell you because it's how I feel. I'm not expecting anything.'

His shoulders relax a little and he takes a deep breath.

He takes a minute.

'Sorry.' He finally says. 'I shouldn't need to process that. But—'

'It's okay.'

He sighs, looking toward the balcony door.

'You can go.' You assure. 'I'll be here when you're ready.'

'Sorry.' Is all he says before he disappears into the village.

Later that night when you're tucked in bed you're jolted awake with Kakashi hovering over you, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

'Is everything alr—'

'Thank you.' He quickly says before adding. 'For being so good with me even though I'm so...' He groans and collapses on top of you.

You chuckle and stroke his hair.

Kakashi pushes himself up and stares down at you intently.

'I love you too.' He says with such confidence it overwhelms you. 'I knew it the second you said it, I don't know why I couldn't just say it then but I'm saying it now so—'

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him.

ACTS OF SERVICE

Kakashi is the kind of person who makes sure you're eating healthy and balanced meals. Will cook for you when he's home. Since he learnt at a young age (cries the angst!) he's had a lot of experience doing it and it makes him happy to cook for more than one person.

Will learn your favourite recipes and foods and incorporate them into his cooking routines.

Teaches you how to cook if you don't know. Is willing to swap recipes and skills if you do know. Likes sharing this with you along with the reasons behind why he had to learn to cook for himself. It takes time for him to share this though.

If he's busy doing missions or Hokage things he doesn't always get time to clean much but when he does get time he likes to surprise you by doing the house cleaning chores.

Will also spoil you every now and again with surprise trips to the hotsprings to give you some time to relax and unwind.

Kakashi is the kind of guy to just do things unprompted anyway. Things like cleaning, cooking, taking out the trash.

VERY BIG on service in the bedroom too. A very big communicator there. Will look for cues to make sure you're getting pleasure but also asks like 'You like that?' and 'Tell me what you want?'

Tell him to go down on you and he will. Sometimes will deadass just do it if you look like you could use the release (with your consent of course). He's the kind of lover who can get you off and be fine leaving it there.

One time he came back from a mission and he went down on you and made you cum three times with his mouth and hands. He ended up cumming in his pants with a little bit of friction from his hand because he was so turned on just watching and tending to you.

With you it's doing little things to help him out when you can.

Getting a lunch to him when he is Hokage whether its homemade or bought because it gets him to stop work and eat BUT it's also a chance to spend quality time together.

Tidying up his clothes and pack after he's just come back from a mission and feels dead to the world.

Helping him wash either in the bath or shower. It's just something to unwind but also if he's exhausted it genuinely does help him clean without the effort.

Doing the laundry for him so it's one thing less to do. It just piles up so quickly.

Cooking extra food on the days you cook breakfast even though he said he would cook dinner just in case he is too tired or comes home too late. That way there's something to eat in the fridge and he doesn't feel guilty. You just know him.

When he's had a long week and you don't have plans tomorrow and he's in the mood? Just pining him down and showing him a good time. Really taking your time and kissing each spot. Slowly dragging out that hand job. Edging him a little. Turning it into a blowjob. Giving him the best orgasm of his life. Then the best sex of his life. And another amazing time with both of you cumming hard.

GIFTS

Kakashi doesn't give gifts often. At least not grand or regular gifts often.

There's the odd lunch here and there in the early days or food item in general. It's always under guise of making sure you're eating healthy too. Which is half true. He did just want to give something to you too.

Honestly he would probably get a bunch of fish half off or something and think it's a great gift to give you some BECAUSE WHAT A STEAL? How could he not share this with you? lmao he's a dork okay he's not some suave guy, I'm sorry.

Probably gifts practical things too. Like tea sets or rice cookers. You don't have a rice cooker? He's getting you one lmao.

If he did get you something though it would be something hand crafted like a braded strap or something that could go around your wrist like a bracelet or neck like a necklace. Something that fit your taste.

Kakashi is also not the best at receiving gifts that aren't of a practical nature because he feels he doesn't deserve them and feels that they ought to be for occassions anyway. Generally prefers inexpensive gifts for himself.

If you give him things of a similar nature of what he's given you then he'll be really happy. Appreciates it a lot.

Gifting him food things is the way into his heart. Home cooked meals really get his heart racing. The first time you gifted him food he thought he was going to overheat he was blushing so hard.

Enjoys a good bottle of sake now and then too.

There was one birthday of his where you spoiled him with food and a trip to the hotsprings. Then when you came home you gave him one last gift which was you. Lets just say he died and went to heaven that night.

QUALITY TIME

Kakashi really likes quality time with you as long as you don't expect quantity time since he is quite busy. When it's just the two of you though he's all about you.

He really relies on spending time with you to ground him.

Quality time with you means he gets to unwind, relax and just be himself without anything else getting in the way. It's when he's the happiest. It's the thing he looks forward to the most.

It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing as long as you're together. He does make a habit of making sure to at least treat you out every now and again. He'd hate for you to feel like you're always stuck at home with him all the time. He braces the village night life and lunch dates for you.

It's how the two of you combined love for food and each other together. Date times out at food places every now and again become a hit. Trying different dishes. Judging whether or not Kakashi can replicate them.

Sometimes it is just spending time at home and taking the time to cook together, bathe together and have some pillow talk together.

Long, slow make outs on the couch while Kakashi tells you about his day. He'll kiss your neck then tell you about what Shikamaru said about some reports. You'll pull his hair, snort and say something back. The ultimate multitasking team.

You make sure to visit him in the Hokage office on days you know he won't make it back home until late. Sometimes you'll just stay there for awhile and help out.

You call yourself his unofficial assistant.

'Where does this document go?' You ask sitting on his desk.

'Hmm?' Kakashi takes a moment, reading the rest of his scroll before looking up. 'Oh those can go on that pile there for Shikamaru when he comes back.'

'Right.'

You sort the document, along with the others of the same category into the pile mentioned.

'When is he coming back?'

Kakashi doesn't look up. 'Hopefully not for awhile. I fear he's going to bring even more documents if he does.'

An idea pops into your head as you swing your legs over to his side of the desk. It doesn't go unnoticed by him. His brow raising as he continues to read through the scroll in his hand.

'Since we're all alone...' You begin, trailing off suggestively.

Kakashi looks up at you uncertain. 'Yes?'

'Perhaps we could...help you relax a little?'

'Oh?' Kakashi places the scroll down and sits back. 'And how are we going to do that?

He looks at you already amused.

You slide down from the desk and place your hands on his shoulders. Inching closer, your thighs shuffling either side of his as you come to stand over him.

'Mmm, I have a few ideas.'

You sit down onto his lap causing him to gasp on impact.

Before he can get a word out your lips are on his. In seconds his hands are on your waist. Instead of pulling you off he's pulling you closer and kissing you harder.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Probably Kakashi's main love language. A lot of the times words just fail him and he's just seeking out your touch and needs to show you his love through physical means.

Kisses your temple after pulling you by the waist. Kisses your forehead with his hands resting just above your hips. Dragging his lips down your neck when he can't get enough of your scent, he just needs to keep them against your skin.

Then there's those mornings when he wakes up pressed against your back. His nose is in your hair nuzzling and brushing down your back. He presses kisses across your shoulder. His hands find that dip in your waist.

He wonders if your body was sculpted just for him. That all these grooves and contours were specifically put here for him to touch and feel and knead.

Taking your skin between his fingers he grinds against your backside, breathing hot air against your ear.

The pads of his fingers push down and splay out as they move across your stomach and pull you further against him. He can hear you moan as your hand joins his, your body pushing back rutting in time.

Mornings are bliss when you two can just get lost in the touch.

The rest of the world is an afterthought.

Then there's the more innocent touches that mean everything.

Your hand cupping Kakashi's cheek. Your thumb tenderly brushing against the apple of it, gently letting him know that you're there. That you love him.

The way your hand finds his so effortlessly. Whether it's at home on the couch while you read or down the busy streets of Konoha while your browse for produce. It's simple but full of love. It says 'You're mine and I'm yours.'

The way you kiss his lips then bite the bottom one in a frenzy of lust on he knows. The way you taste his blood between his teeth.

Kakashi doesn't mind though. His heart beats for you. His blood is yours too.

As is the way you run your fingers through his hair after a long day. The way you wrap your arms around his core when he walks through the door. Or the way you pinch his cheeks after being salty about something.

Kakashi finds he always craves your touch. Your warmth. Your love. Your arms, your lips and your touch are home.

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wing-ed-thing · 8 months

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Kakashi x Jinchuriki!Reader Relationship Headcanons

No Reader Pronouns, Rin's Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence

𓆃 It would certainly be a trial in emotional vulnerability, wouldn't it?

𓆃 Jinchuriki aren't known to live for long, and on top of being hunted and shunned by societies of people, Kakashi still thinks about how Rin died.

𓆃 Rin killed herself to escape being a Jinchuriki. Shackled with the guilt and burden of having killed her himself, Kakashi finds himself keeping you at arm's length.

𓆃 He's had too much loss in his life, and to Kakashi, getting close to a Jinchuriki is a surefire way to lose another loved one and soon.

𓆃 While Naruto is also a Jinchuriki who is close to Kakashi, they have known each other since Naruto was a child. A child who was put directly in Kakashi's care (and whom Kakashi didn't expect to grow as attached to as he did).

𓆃 Losing Naruto would be a huge blow to Kakashi, but the difference lies in the community Naruto amassed who have the resources and drive to protect him— a child.

𓆃 Perhaps you managed to collect found family who will protect you too, but things are different when you're an adult. Different when you're a lover.

𓆃 Kakashi knows he can't always protect you. He knows that you are more than formidable, but the weight of it all— at least until the war and conflict is over— is too much to carry.

𓆃 At least until the war is over and things have returned to normal, in the middle of everything going on and at stake, Kakashi couldn't bare to get close to someone he'll just lose.

𓆃 Not again.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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revasserium · 1 year

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an antidote to jealousy

you'd feel it in the way his fingernails dig in your hips as he loops his arm around your waist, in the hard edge of his whispers as he leans down to kiss you, brush his lips by the lobe of your ear, pulling you into the side of his body, holding you a bit too close.

"ah... did you like what he was saying? hm?" he'd ask, with a honeycomb voice and a viper's grin, his eyes flashing as he looks you over, taking in the thinness of your tank-top strap, the the sheerness of your shirt, the length of your skirt as it skims by your thighs, "but he's right -- you are too pretty... so... what are we gonna do about it, hm?"

he corners you, pressing you into whatever dark corner he can, three seconds from the rest of the busy street or the gymnasium hall, filled with chattering people or the wide-open park where the rest of your friends are waiting for you to come back to the picnic --

"shh" he'd say, "quiet,' he'd warn, with the devil's smile playing across his lips, "you don't really want them to hear how much of a slut you are for me... do you?"

OSAMU, tsukishima, OIKAWA, kakashi, kuroo, sugawara, sasuke, KAGEYAMA?, BACHIRA, kenma???

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anime-fan-05 · 7 months

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Naruto ~First kiss 2nd part~

1st part is here.

I'm so proud of Gaara: he became Kazekage!

After everything that happened with the villagers, I'm so happy he has now managed to be accepted. Of course, there are still those who treat him badly, but I know that he'll never give in to his hatred again.

While I was deep in thought about my boyfriend, the investment ceremony ended. Oh no! I missed his speech!

In the meantime, Gaara came to me, so we could go to his celebratory refreshment together.

"Congratulations, Gaara!" I say and hug him.

"Thank you, honey." He returns the hug with love, holding me tightly to him. Then, we go to his refreshment.

As time goes by, I'm more and more nervous, since I will have to give him my gift: I decided I would give him a kiss, my first kiss.

How anxious! The time has come.

"Gaara -I get up- I want to tell you that I'm very proud of you. I also want to say thank you for always being by my side. So, now it's my turn: I'll be here for everything, okay? I may not be a strong and courageous kunoichi, but I can listen to you and help you if you need it." When I finish, Gaara has tears in his eyes.

"And as for my gift to you... I decided to give you something small, but significant. However, to give it to you, you will have to come here to me and close your eyes."

He looks at me questioningly, but he does as I told him anyway.

When he's facing me, I gently cup his cheeks and lower him slightly to my level, then I gently press my lips to his.

Today isn't a happy day for Kakashi, my boyfriend: thirteen years ago, during the Third Shinobi World War, his best friend Obito died.

I'm very worried about him, especially because he's been at K.I.A. stone all day.

I was so worried that I decided to go to him. Although I shouldn't invade his space, I'm too afraid: I fear he's suffering. And, if he suffers, I suffer too.

"Kashi?" I try to catch his attention.

He turns and looks at me. I can see his eyes: although he isn't crying, these are red and shiny. I know he's about to cry.

Without thinking twice, I run to hug him.

"I won't force you to talk, because I know you're very private about your feelings, but I'm here. I'm here if you want, if you need someone to be with you. I certainly won't be able to replace your father, Obito, Rin or Minato, but I can help you: I don't know if it's the same for you, but I think that even just the presence of someone can help us feel better. Seriously, I'm here and I will never leave you."

I feel him hug me back and bury his face in the hollow of my neck. I also feel wetness on my neck and light sobs.

After minutes of crying, he moves away from my neck, but he continues to hug me.

"Thank you, my love. I know I never say it, but I love you so much."

He lowers his mask with a lightning gesture, without giving me the chance to see his face, and captures my lips with his in a sweet kiss.

"Come on, (Y/N)-chan, give me a hug!"

"Tobi, please! I have to prepare our dinner!"

"But Tobi wants attention! Tobi was a good boy; Tobi deserves affection. Come on, (Y/N)-chan, hug me!"

"No, Tobi! If I hug you, you'll never let me go. Now, please, let me prepare dinner." It's the same as being engaged to a child! But Tobi is so cute, although at times he seems to transform into a more mature man. How strange...

"Tobi, I'll hug you only if you promise me you'll let me go cook."

"But Tobi wants to cuddle (Y/N)-chan!"

"Then, if you want tu cuddle me, you'll have to take off your mask. These are the two choices." When I look at Tobi, he's still.

"Tobi, are you ok? Sorry, I asked too much. Come -I open my arms- I'll give you a hug." However, he still remains motionless.

"No -here's his deeper tone again- I trust you enough to reveal my true identity to you." Really? Do you trust me that much?

After saying that, he takes his mask off, and I see...

"Obito?!" I can't believe it. He's alive!

"W-what... I thought you were... How..." I'm confused and I'm not understanding anything, but an incredible happiness spreads inside me: the person I loved as a girl is alive and is the person I'm in love with now.

Without even realizing it, I throw myself on top of him, hugging him tightly and starting to cry. He holds me close.

"Why don't you tell me? Don't you know how bad I felt, how much I suffered when I learned you were dead?"

"Sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'll answer all the questions you ask me. But first I want to give you another sign of my trust and love." Another sign?

He breaks away from our embrace and takes my right cheek with his hand, and his other hand gently takes my waist; after, he sweetly kiss me.

I'm really happy: today my boyfriend Itachi will return after a month-long mission! For this reason I decided to prepare him dango, his favorite dish.

As soon as I finish preparing dango, I hear the front door open, so I hastily hide the sweets and run to Itachi.

"Tachi -I hug him- you're back!" I feel him holding me tight, but it's different from his usual grip: this one is tighter, and he's holding me tight as if I could disappear at any moment.

"Are you ok, Tachi?"

"I'm sorry for making you worry, sweetheart. I'm fine, I was just thinking about how immensely lucky I am to be with you." His sentence makes me blush, but it also makes me wonder why he told me these things.

"Has something happened?"

"Yes, I met my brother when I searched for the Kyuubi with Kisame."

If only Sasuke and everyone else knew that Tachi did everything he did for his and Konoha's safety...

"You know I can't tell them." Did I say it out loud?

"L-let's go to eat? -I change the subject- I also made dango for you today!" I see his eyes light up and a small smile makes its way onto his face. So cute!

We eat in silence. I'm thinking about his words: he didn't tell me explicitly, but I know he wants Sasuke to kill him not knowing the truth about him. What will I do when he dies?

"(Y/N)? Are you ok?"

"Huh? O-oh, yes, I am."

"You're thinking about my words, right? -how does he know?- Don't worry: I decided all this. However, I won't die for two or three years, since Sasuke doesn't have enough hate in himself yet. And-"

"Oi, Itachi. Leader wants to meet us." No! You interrupted us, Kisame! By the way, who gave you permission to enter my house whenever you want? I'm engaged to Itachi, not to you!

"All right, I'm coming."

After donning the Akatsuki cloak, he turns to look at me: "Sorry, my love. We'll talk when I get back, but before..."

He comes over and hugs me gently; then, he bows his head slightly and he softly and gently presses his lips to mine, capturing them in our first kiss.

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#naruto #naruto x reader #naruto x reader fluff #naruto scenarios #gaara #gaara x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi hatake x reader #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #tobi #tobi x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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My half of an art trade with @icantbelieveitnaruto :-]

#sorry my handwriting is kinda trash lol #but i appreciate a very specific scenario in a request and this one was real fun :-D #hatake kakashi #uzumaki naruto #naruto #umino iruka #tenzo yamato

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itsvia · 7 months

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Kakashi X fem!reader who likes to cuddle things when sleeping.

Kind of friends with benefits situation

Warnings : non, it's just a fluff imagine.

So, yesterday I was thinking you know the normal fake scenarios and shit, so i started imagining that:

y/n is a person who has that habit of hugging things when sleeping, like pillow, plushies, part of the blanket, something like that, and it just happens without control, like she does it without even realising that she's doing that.

So one day she had that mission with Kakashi and other anbus, so at some circumstances she and kakashi had to share the same room, and it's night time and they have to sleep,

mind that kakashi and y/n are the type of friends that would constantly flirt with each other.

so they share the same room, and y/n offers to kakashi that he can sleep with her in the same bed

"he was planning to sleep on the couch"

anyway they sleep in different sides of the bed, and at some point in the night y/n moves a hand of hers and just places it around kakashis waist and kakashi being a light sleeper felt it immediately and kind of starts to freak out.

But him having an abnormal self control just puts his shit together and acts like nothing happened.

But obviously y/n did not stop there she starts mumbling random stuff like "chicken curry - pencils - cola - bunny" which makes kakashi giggles, so he decides to just you know moves your hand but as soon as he moves your hand you and just hug him tightly but this time your head is on his chest.

Which gets kakashi flustered as shit and he starts to wonder how could you be so cute and lovely and strong as fuck at the same time.

The morning comes you wake up and just realise that your head is on top of kakashis chest and not just that he's looking at you and as soon as you guys is eyes met he just simply says "good morning, beautiful"

and your face just immediately turns red and actually starts to wonder if you guys have had sex last night and you don't remember so you just responded to him saying "we didn't have sex did we?"

And he smiles shaking his head as a no you Sighed in relief and looked at him and said "so why was i cuddling you?" he looks at you with a kind of surprised face and says "you don't know?" and you answer "i don't know what?"

So he says "well, you last night cuddled me when you were a sleep"

And your eyes widens "ohh, i thought I stopped doing that, sorry its a force of habit"

He answers "don't worry about it, actually you're a great cuddler" he says in a cheesy tone.

Which you answered "if you liked it we can do it every time"

And know it's a thing you guys do every time Sharing the same room, or in just in sleepovers.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi x reader #head canons #headcanon #fanfic #naruto #anime #y/n #kakashi hakate #imagine #tumblr fyp #fyp #explore #anime and manga #fake scenarios #kakashi headcanons

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stickywhiteash · 6 months

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Dumbass (Lesson Learned) || Kakashi x Reader

Takes place right after Naruto Shippuden: Will of Fire movie. Recommended to watch or get the plot of it

Warnings: death and suicide mention, bit of angst Word Count: (1,038)

One would think that coming back from an assignment your worries would be over and done with for at least a day. You’d turn in your papers, go home, rest/recover, then go on another mission.

No.

The news you heard on your way back was “Kakashi Hatake has defected. Do not go after him.” A possible war breaking out between the villages was also looming over people’s heads.

Lady Tsunade was last seen by the border of Sunagakure and Konohagakure, weapons drawn and ready to strike just in case.

Upon arriving home, you did some more information gathering. The real reason why your boyfriend had left was because he decided the best course of action was to suicide bomb the enemy. Some comrades told you that recent news said the village nearly avoided the crisis by the skin of their teeth. Details on how are still pending as neither the Hokage or the other shinobi have come back yet.

Oh how lucky the silver haired shinobi’s best friend is still out on a long mission during the whole disaster. The man would have been shaken like a cocktail while being berated with a megaphone mouth nonstop for hours.

After a long day of wandering the streets, off in the distance, you spot everyone who attempted to stop Naruto and Sakura from saving Kakashi approach the gate. Your jaw clenches. His chakra signature was missing, but Naruto’s is there. You walk up, greeting all the kids forcing a smile. Everyone looked okay for the most part, but tired. Proud, but exhausted. It was when the sea of teens parted that your smile dropped.

Kakashi once again, barely able to walk due to his chakra almost completely depleted. On either side of him are his students helping him up. When his eye locks on to yours and the fabric of his mask wrinkles, signaling the man is giving you a sheepish smile.

Lava coursed through your veins. Your hands ball up into a fist besides your hips. Every muscle screamed to have you step forward and give him a knuckle sandwich. Release your inner Sakura. As much as you want to, you hold your ground.

“You know, for a genius, a goddamn prodigy, you’re an absolute fucking dumbass to pull a stunt like that!”

He chuckles, not saying anything. Whatever you had to yell at him was justified. God it’s embarrassing to have his partner reprimand him in front of a crowd. His students and friends no less.

“You really messed up, Kakashi-sensei.”

“I told you so, Kakashi-sensei, believe it.”

“Wow senpai, you and your partner's bond is really deep.”

“Yes, yes..”

A sigh makes its way past your lips, “I can take him to the hospital from here you two.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm. Go on ahead. You don’t need this old fart slowing you down. And Naruto~”

He flinches from his name being sung. The blonde makes eye contact, a bit of fear present in those bright blue eyes.

“Y-yeah?,” he responds, preparing himself to be scolded as well due to disobeying orders.

“Thank you for bringing him back. I’ll treat you to some ramen once you’re feeling better”

“HELL YEAH. I’m holding ya to it, believe it!”

The crowd scatters and you’re left half carrying your beloved to the same destination as the others to get patched up.

Minutes pass by in uncomfortable silence.

Should he apologize? Explain himself? Stay silent? Tell a tone deaf joke? What to say to you in this awkward time. Unsure of what words to give you, Kakashi settles on squeezing your shoulders as tight as he can. It’s not a lot considering his current condition but noticeable.

“You know I’m mad at you.”

Kakashi grunts in acknowledgment.

“But I’m more relieved that you made it back home.”

His muscles relax, putting more weight on you.

“I gotta ask. Are you.. feeling suicidal again?”

A cold black eye looks at you. A sharp pain shoots through Kakashi’s heart.

“No,” he whispers, “I promise. This wasn’t like that.”

“I see. Then why? Why resort to that? I looked home, there was no note. Nothing. Were you just going to leave me like that? They said you walked out the village in the middle of the night without a word.”

Each word wavered as it left your lips. He could tell you were trying to stay strong. Refusing to allow your legs to turn jello in order to make it to your destination. You choke down your tears.

That’s why he didn’t leave a message.

To write the truth and have you blame yourself for not coming home earlier and talk him out of the ridiculous plan that he came up. He couldn’t have that.

It pained him to imagine you crying and holding yourself responsible for something that was his own idea and apparently avoidable.

If Kakashi had died and the plan still failed, the guilt would have eaten you into nothing.

His breath hitched upon the thought.

You were supposed to hear the same reason that everyone else would have gotten. Lady Tsunade sent Kakashi Hatake to his death to save the village. It’s not a better alternative but the burden of blame you’d put upon yourself wouldn’t be as much had it been his own idea.

“I thought there was no other options. Clearly I was wrong. Can’t really promise it won’t happen again. I do apologize that I didn't say anything. I should've left something for you.”

You sigh. Of course he can’t promise something like that. Such things just come with the lifestyle. It’s the thought that counts, you suppose.

“It’s good you taught your students well. Despite that, you know. You abandoned that lesson for the village. Old habits die hard, it seems.”

“Yeah, tried to shoulder all of the responsibility and left my comrades behind—“

“When you didn’t have to! You have people to lean on.”

“Har, har.”

“I’m being serious, Mr. Hatake.” Your head shakes in disapproval. “Well, you clearly learned your lesson. I won’t talk your ear off anymore. Gai can do that for me when he comes back.”

“Actually, can you keep it a secret—“

“Absolutely not. Face the consequences of your actions.”

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #0111.doc #naruto #Yahay! finally finished this one!#cw sui mention #this one not great #I don’t like it #but I got the brain rot out #there were too many aftermath scenarios I can think of #but none really coming to a conclusion #or any Progression that I liked #cw suicide mention

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team7-headquarter · 1 year

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The senseis of the Konoha 12 and what do they think about the families of their students :

( for my Genin Konoha 12 — Special Classes! au )

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— Kurenai : She's not close to them but they are mostly fine. Except for the Hyuugas. She holds an active grudge against Hinata's dad for the way he has traumatized his daughters. Or in other words, he can go fuck himself, Hinata is an amazing kid. In Shino and Kiba's case, she sometimes go to talk. In Hinata's case, avoids them like the plague.

— Asuma : In good relation with all of them and actually enjoys talking with them about the kids. Best case scenario. He's like their uncle, being honest. Still he's amazed at how much they don't know about their children sometimes. Not that they are bad parents, but there's so much about their kids they don't understand...

— Gai : Passively sits to listen to Kurenai when she complains about the Hyuugas, which says a lot about his own opinion of them– you know it's serious when Maito Gai stays silent. Otherwise, he is Rock Lee's dad (for all that matters anyway) and Tenten never talks about her family, so he doesn't really care. Those are his kids. It's all that matters.

— Kakashi : Refuses to give his opinion, it's clear to everyone that's not a topic to be discussed with him. First, he won't get caught saying what he really thinks of Hiruzen after seeing where Naruto lives, (never has he ever been so enraged on the behalf of his sensei). Second, it does not take a genius to hate the way the Uchihas used to operate and treat their children. Third, he is still convincing himself there's nothing wrong with the Harunos. It's not working, so he opted to forget their existence, just like Sakura conveniently does.

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historicfailure · 7 months

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Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

First Chapter: What An Asshole!

Finally settling into a new job might be easy enough. Though, as you find out, getting along with Kakashi Hatake isn't that easy. Not easy at all. In fact, the guy is a certified asshole. Though, you're holding on, trying to prove yourself and your skills in this new environment. And someone has noticed your efforts, otherwise, you couldn't explain those strange notes from an unknown sender on your desk.

Hey there ^^

It's me again. I'm finally putting this fic out into the world. It has been some years since this idea came alive, but I never came around writing many chapters in one time period, but now I'm finally confident enough to post it. Hopefully you guys like it! (And even though the mystery is a little bit spoiled by the tag-system, please pretend to not know until the very end ;D)

Anyway, have fun with the first chapter! Thanks for reading! :D

~ X ~

You found the first note when you came back from lunch break.

It had been a good day until then, and you spent the break with a few of your new coworkers that you had gotten to know a little bit over the last few weeks. Kurenai was such a nice person, and she seemed genuinely interested when you started to talk about your previous workplace at a marketing company; she had asked lots of questions about the place while stabbing her salad with sharp, precise motions. Anko, on the other hand, had happily munched on a few dango sticks and listened, throwing in some comments when she saw fit, only to end the conversation with a mischievous “Way to go, (Y/N). But one important question you have to answer… Do you have a special someone,” At that her eyebrows had waggled up and down, like she was one of the ridiculous villains straight out of a cartoon, “who is able to give it to you really good?”

Needless to say, Kurenai and Shizune, who had been quietly listening to the talk while eating her sandwich, groaned in deep-apparently-already-expected embarrassment and the group quickly dispersed after that. Anko grinned a bit, like she knew what she had done, and winked at you, before casually strolling after your little group.

You stepped up to your desk with the small food container and water bottle in hand, still grinning weakly about Anko’s cheekiness, when you noticed the little note sitting innocently on top of your keyboard.

You knew it wasn’t yours from the very moment you spotted the paper. Usually, your desk was a total and utter mess, cluttered in different papers, sticky notes, files and pictures as references for an upcoming marketing campaign you were working on. The keyboard was pushed right in front of the monitor, to make space for the wild handwriting you had to call your own, the lists you made to remember whom to call to prepare some proofs of pamphlets you had planned or to schedule a meeting with a client, so they could check said proofs and the development of your ideas.

But despite the controlled chaos, despite the many other handwritten notes sticking to the rim of the monitor, to the edges of the desk, to the tiniest free space you could find, you always knew where everything was located. As disbelieving the stares you received were when you stated that, you had a system to archive everything on your desk, to bring a tiny bit—just enough—of order and organization into the piles of papers that you would be able to find anything. Also, if anybody else tried to find anything, they sooner or later had to go to you and ask. In a sense, you were even more in control of your own desk than the people who obsessively cleaned theirs. Thus, you knew where everything had to be and was when you left for lunch. There was a method to your madness, you’d say.

This note sitting on your keyboard definitely wasn’t yours. Carefully, you dropped the food container and water bottle on the desk, without wrinkling any of the documents of course, all the while your forehead wrinkled at the strange sight.

The note was neatly folded. Small, one of the official notes from Konohagakure Marketing, with the logo of a stenciled leaf in one corner which was slightly embossed on the thick paper. You looked over to the other open desks. No one looked up. They were busy themselves, phoning clients, writing emails or doing research for one of their own projects.

Well… Maybe it’s a prank for the newbie?

Another look around, then you dropped into your chair, whirled around to drag out the moment of having to pick up the strange note, before turning into the right position to actually do work at your desk with a sigh.

“Won’t get any better…” you mumbled to yourself, leaned over and picked the note up.

A short, irrational flash of panic overhauled your mind. Was it possibly a “Yeah, we have to cut costs, and you were the last one to arrive, so bye?”-note? You inhabited your position only for a few months, and you were the youngest member of the team, and maybe you weren’t delivering the results the higher-ups wanted to see?

No, that wasn’t possible. At least, you thought so. A few days ago, Minato Namikaze actually called you into his office and told you that your marketing reports were extremely detailed and rich of important information, and if you would handle the next analysis for an upcoming client too because of the good job you did. And of course, a note wouldn’t be enough to actually fire you.

Oh, sorry, to let me go. You rolled your eyes at the stupid expression. There was no nice way of telling someone was fired, no matter how nicely packaged the words were.

In fact, it was impossible that you would be fired like this. Still, you were slightly hesitant as you reached over and picked the note up with your very fingertips. Another last, assuring look around to make sure no one was giggling like a maniac or tried to hold in a little, cheeky grin, but all of your colleagues were still occupied with whatever they were doing. So, you breathed in and unfolded the note. Your eyes instantly fell on the handwritten words, the stroke of the pen and the simple black ink which was used.

I’m sure this note confuses you, and honestly, I’m also confused on why I’m writing this. The only thing I can safely say is, that I can’t stop thinking about you, and that I don’t want to bother you directly. You have lots of work at the moment, so I wish you good luck. But you probably don’t need any luck, not with the work I’ve already seen from you.

Confused, you read the note again. Just four lines, blank in the middle of the note, written in a neat, slightly right-slanted handwriting. It seemed sophisticated, and strangely enough, you could easily see the same handwriting on the manuscript of an author, who just came back from his writer’s retreat deep in the forest that did not have an ounce of electricity. Only slowly, the meaning of the words started to seep into your brain.

You were so ready for someone to stand up from their work, point at you and reveal the prank. An anonymous note from a… a secret admirer? Were you in a serious work environment, or did you miss the last ten or so years of your life and were still in High School?

Again, once more, just once more, your eyes flashed over the lines, the words, and the hidden confession. If this wasn’t a joke—and you were pretty much convinced it wasn’t—that someone “couldn’t stop thinking” about you; that someone “didn’t want to bother you directly”; that someone knew you had lots of work at the moment, and wished you good luck. And in the next sentence, that same someone told you that you probably didn’t need any luck, because between the lines, that anonymous someone also told you that your submitted work was great?

You didn’t know what to exactly take away from this short message. There was so much to unpack here that you simply didn’t know where to start.

It had to be someone from work. The paper with the letterhead and the official logo was the first indicator, and the mentioning of your earlier work another. Someone who was… shy? You cocked your head to the side while further studying the note. That someone didn’t want to bother you directly, but indirectly with the note?

It was probably better not to think too much into this. Whatever it was.

That didn’t stop you from placing that note into a small box and secure it in the highest drawer of your desk to keep it safe and sound. That also didn’t stop you from thinking from time to time about that note.

Every moment you didn’t spend working on your projects. The few minutes you used to fill up your water bottle or get a coffee from the break room. Hell, even when you went to the toilet and did your business, your mind was busy circling around the note and, most importantly, the writer of the note.

Who wrote this note? Who? Who was able to write the note and place it secretly on your desk?

The easiest way to at least find something about the secret admirer was to ask the co-workers closest to your desk.

The first logical choice was Asuma, who sat in your back and should have a good view of your desk if you weren’t there, but luck wasn’t on your side.

“Sorry,” Asuma shrugged, hands already fiddling with a package of cigarettes, “I was on a smoke break and also came back just now.”

“Didn’t you want to quit?” you asked. “What about that?”

He grew even more nervous. One hand left the cigarettes alone, only to fly up and rake in quick, harsh motions through his beard. “Yeah… About that… Don’t tell Kurenai, please.”

Amused, but miffed you didn’t find your answer, you gave your promise.

The next choice was Anko, just because she always had a thing for the office rumors and offered you since day one the most intriguing gossip she could get her hands on.

“Hey, Anko.”

Today, though, she was seriously working, typing away at the speed of lightning. Only after a few long seconds, she looked up, her wonderfully purple colored hair falling around her face in wild strands.

“Huh?”

“Heard anything juicy lately? For example, someone leaving notes on tables?”

“Uuuuuh, no? What’s up with that?” She scowled. “Got an upper hand on me in office gossip?”

“Not at all,” you tried to defend yourself at her disgruntled look, “I was just asking myself, because… Because I found this strange note on my desk and I really just want to find out who wrote it.”

Only now, Anko paused in her work flow. For a second, you were sorry for stopping her, but when you saw how her eyes lit up at the piece of indeed juicy gossip you potentially could provide, you knew she wasn’t too sad about it. “A note? What kind of note?”

Suddenly, you remembered loudly that you had an important mail to write, which derailed Anko not one bit. If not for the angry glares she received for her loud demands from the other workers, you were sure Anko would’ve chased you down and tortured you for the best gossip.

Your last choice was Iruka. As the secretary for Minato, with his desk right in front of the bureau of their boss, he should have a relatively good overview of the entire open office and as a former teacher, he noticed things others didn’t—especially when someone was up to some mischief.

When you walked up to the brunet, his eyes met yours. Suspiciously enough, Iruka’s brown deer-eyes widened, only for the man to lower his head abruptly into an open file.

Suspicious.

Armed with a little smile and the knowledge Iruka hid something from you (and you specifically), you stepped in front of the man and just waited. Waited and watched how he became more and more nervous. He didn’t even read the file properly, just stared at the single lines and pretended to read. All of that façade just to ignore you, how you stood in front of his desk, with your arms crossed over your chest and still smiling.

It took only a few more minutes until Iruka gave in. With a sudden flinch of his entire body, he sat up straight, breathed loudly in like he had to steel himself for the upcoming confrontation, only to smile at you with a certain strained expression that told you that you had already won.

“What can I do for you today?” Iruka asked.

For a little moment, you allowed the silence to pressure him a little bit further, before cocking your head to the side. “I found a suspicious note at my work-station, Umino-san.”

“Okay…”

“This note made some very interesting remarks about my person and my work.”

“Alright.”

“Unfortunately,” your grin widened by a margin, “the writer forgot to leave their name on the note.”

Iruka’s right eyebrow twitched. “I don’t know how to help you with that, (L/N)-san. I’m neither responsible for the note nor have an inkling of a clue as to who wrote it.”

“But Umino-san, I really need to know who wrote that note. It’s important.”

He was struggling. You could see it, in the way his eyebrows wrinkled more and more, the nervous twitch of his fingers as he shuffled once again through the file without actually doing anything.

“How…” Iruka coughed, then spoke again. “How important exactly?”

“Very important. I believe it has the potential to interfere with my work.”

You felt a little bit bad when you told the poor man that lie, but the note potentially had the ability to fuck up your concentration, if you would constantly ask yourself who was interested enough to write a little secret letter to you. So, technically, you weren’t lying.

Certainly not.

Iruka gnawed at his lower lip. His eyes fluttered around, once looking at you, then flying over the heads of the marketers doing their research and working on their according projects. Was it maybe one of them who left the note? Why would Iruka hide the identity of that special someone? Did he really not know anything, or was he playing dumb?

So many questions. But you didn’t have to wait for long to get an answer out of the secretary, who seemed troubled, nervous and embarrassed at the same time. An impressive mix, you had to admit.

“Alright, alright,” he hissed, “I mean, I obviously can’t tell you who wrote the note, because I have no idea. But what I know is that Kakashi-san dropped the note on your table. You didn’t hear that from me, though.”

“Wait, wait, wait… You’re saying Kakashi Hatake delivered the note?” Your mouth fell open in helpless awe. “The Kakashi Hatake? The one responsible for the unbelievably successful marketing campaign for the clothing line Akatsuki? The one which launched them into the Olympus of sales? That Kakashi Hatake?”

To say you were hyperventilating a little bit would be an understatement. Kakashi Hatake’s work in the marketing world was a miracle come true. No matter if normal print, digital or a social media campaign, he had the talent to make it a resounding success. One reason you decided to apply for a job at Konohagakure Marketing had been his employment here. The little sliver of hope to meet and work with him had seemed more than tempting enough to quit your old job when you felt that you were stagnating.

And he was the one to write the note?

No. Stay calm. Iruka said he dropped the note off. Don’t jump the gun yet.

“Thank you very much, Umino-san,” you smiled at the secretary, “you were a great help.”

“Just don’t tell him I was the one to rat him out,” the man mumbled, all the while already hectically shuffling through his paperwork. You nodded and took your leave. Who knew what Hatake had in his hands to make Iruka that miserable and almost scared of him?

Finding Kakashi Hatake wasn’t too hard. Everyone knew he had a solemn corner where his desk stood; a little bit further away from all the other desks of your colleagues. Occasionally, Hatake would leave his desk and the chosen solitude for a little snack or walk around the premises, but could mostly be found there.

Your heart pounded awfully loud in your chest as you closed the distance to the desk. Even from a few meters away, his spiky, silver hair gave his position away; bent over his desk and scribbling into a worn-out, black notebook (with his left hand, you noted dully). God, from up to close, the man was even more intimidating than you initially thought. Well, not exactly “intimidating”, but there was something about Hatake which demanded attention, even though his eyes were warm and voice soft as he looked up from his notes.

His words though, cooled down your excitement of finally having a reason to talk with him to the levels of the Arctic.

“One coffee, black,” he said, before he lost interest in you again, “and if it’s cold like last time, I swear, I have to ask Minato what kind of criteria he uses to determine who’s fit to work here, because diligence and following of orders certainly is not in the job description, then.”

“… What?”

“Deaf, too?” You could hear Hatake’s rolling eyes. “Fine.” You didn’t even have time to react or speak up, and could only watch in slowly growing anger how your idol acted like the biggest asshole in the whole wide world. He scribbled hastily on a page in his notebook, ripped the page out with a determined, sharp motion and handed it to you. Still flabbergasted, you took the note and peered at the almost unreadable chicken scratch scrawled over half of the page. Only barely, and only because you indeed heard his earlier… order, you could make out the words “black coffee, absolutely no milk!!”

With two exclamation marks. And underlined. Like you were a total idiot.

Anger blocked your jaw as you folded the note and dropped it back onto his desk. “I’m not deaf nor stupid,” you hissed through gritted teeth, “and I’m certainly not an intern either.”

“Oh?” Again, Hatake peered up, before his shoulders flinched quickly upwards. “Well, nevertheless, you can get me a coffee. If you’re here to bother me, you certainly have time to go and fetch me one. Remember,” he picked up the dropped note and held it out to you, not even looking up from his desk anymore, “no milk. And please, sugar is also unnecessary.”

You had no idea what it was exactly that was the infamous last drop in an already overfilled bucket. His condescending tone, maybe. The sheer arrogance and nonchalance radiating from Hatake, for certain. Or was it the fact that he was still scribbling away and not even looking you in the eyes as he demanded to be brought a coffee by a new colleague?

Your smile was strained and hurt your very being as you crossed your arms over your chest and spoke up, which caused the Hatake-douchebag to finally look up from his fucking chicken scratch he produced (nothing like the neat and incarnate handwriting on your note).

“I’m not an intern, not a pretty face without a brain,” you informed him calmly, voice loud and clear, “and I’m certainly not getting you a coffee. I don’t care if you’re a fantastic marketer. I don’t give a single fuck if you’re this big brain behind some of the greatest marketing campaigns I’ve seen over the years. If you need to prove your manly ego so much, go into the bathroom and jerk off like anyone else, but don’t give a colleague on the same level as yourself the damn order to bring you coffee!”

Hatake only stared blankly at you. The beauty spot beneath his mouth twitched slightly, before he sighed deeply. “Fine, then don’t get me a coffee. I just figured that when you had nothing to do anyway and bothered me while I was actually working, then I could ask you to do something useful.”

“What the—! Do you hear yourself talking?”

“Yes, I can. Do you?”

“I swear to the gods—!”

Suddenly, a charismatic voice cut into the conversation. Hatake’s eyes widened, and he nearly jumped out of his chair at the sight of your boss Minato, his face concerned and dead serious at the same time. When you looked over his shoulder, you could see the rest of the office trying (not so obviously) to appear busy, all the while waiting with bated breaths and sharp ears to what would go down in the next minutes.

Damn, your dispute with Hatake apparently attracted much more attention than you wanted.

Immediately, you felt bad for throwing such a tantrum. So what if Kakashi Hatake wasn’t the idol you painted him to be. Only a few people really lived up to the heroic picture others painted of them in their heads. Still, Hatake really was a major asshole and went off to prove this point right in front of Minato.

“Sorry for the trouble,” he nodded into your direction, “I have honestly no idea what happened.”

No idea!? Is this guy serious?

“Let me remind you,” you growled, “you just ordered me around like I was nothing more than your servant. It doesn’t matter if you thought I was an intern, even speaking to the cleaner like this would be an absolute dick move!”

“I just noted how unoccupied you were as you stood before my desk, so I thought I would give you a simple task.”

“I simply wanted to ask for something small, but that’s now out of the window.” Miffed, you threw your hands into the air. “No one could know you would see it as an opportunity to show how much you look down on people.”

Like your banter was a fascinating and intense tennis match, Minato’s head jumped back and forth between your jabs and quips. Your boss seemed positively puzzled and, at the same time, the frustration growing inside the usually-so-friendly man.

Before Hatake could say anything back (he had already an answer prepared; you could read it in the way his lips already opened), Minato stepped in. “Now, children. Keep calm. Kakashi, we talked about this. And (Y/N)…”

When speaking with Hatake, Minato had a soft, almost fatherly tone. When turning towards you, his voice changed ever so slightly, and you realized with a sudden jolt that you were new and just argued with one of the most successful and creative people in the industry, just because he insulted some nobody.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled before your boss could reprimand you in any way, “to cause such a ruckus. It wasn’t my intention. I will take any punishment you see fit.”

In comparison to Hatake, you were easily interchangeable. You had no prestigious campaign or successes under your belt, not like Hatake. What kind of unholy demon had ridden you when Hatake made his comment about the damn coffee order? Ridiculous to jump onto such an easily ignorable conversation. If you just would've swallowed your pride a little bit.

Butthurt, that’s what you were. You had looked up to Hatake, looked forward to having a reason to speak with him. And now, with the secret admirer and the mysterious note, the reason had been a given.

Just like so many movie villains and superheroes, you had met your idol and were thoroughly disappointed and let down. And considering this wasn’t a movie, there would be no redemption moment for Kakashi; there would be no apology for his words and no reconciliation; just the bitter reality of working together for the next months and years.

You should have known better than to listen to your emotions, that hope of thinking even just maybe, maybe, he wrote that note. Why would he after all? You were new and had no achievements - nothing like the god-like, almighty, invincible Kakashi Hatake.

With all the dignity you could muster (and this was by far not a small amount, but in the face of apologizing for something you didn’t feel very apologetic at all, it seemed suddenly very, very hard to gather said dignity), you turned around and nodded at Hatake.

“Please, excuse my behavior. I was simply… surprised.”

Hatake’s little arrogant grin made your fucking blood boil until it felt like raw fire was burning through your veins. “Oh, apology accepted. Would you just give me your name, so I can remember it next time when I ask for a coffee—!”

“Kakashi.”

“Sorry, Minato. For the future, when we will work together,” he said in the same tone a kindergartener talked to one of the children he watched over and had a childish crush on him.

Aw, honey, you like me so much? I also like you a lot, but do you see this guy over there? Maybe you want to play with him for a bit, what do you think?

A total humiliation. Like your little spat wasn’t enough, noticed by the entire office and the few friends you made. Now, you were even forced to apologize under the watchful eyes of your boss and to the eternal amusement of Hatake.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Pleased to be working with you.” You didn’t even attempt to reach out and shake his hand. Hatake also didn’t move, just continued to smile this damn infuriating smile. Even the mole right beneath his lips seemed to taunt and mock you; a few of his silver strands hung into his forehead and the damn scar crossing his left eye only gave him a rugged, dangerous aura.

He knew it. He knew how attractive he was, the damn bastard.

When you went back to your desk and ignored or brushed off the worried glances and questions Kurenai and Shizune gave you, you were boiling in your own anger. With more force than necessary, you tugged your chair backwards and dropped into the cushions. Your eyes fluttered over the desk, still charged with the sheer frustration and anger of having to deal with a bad case of idol-disappointment and embarrassment, when you spotted another foreign object on your desk. Another note, same paper, same logo, neatly folded and hazardly dropped onto your keyboard.

So, it couldn’t be Hatake, if the different handwriting wasn’t proof enough. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to ask him about the fact that he delivered a letter for your secret admirer and probably never would, so that option was now out of the quotation.

One look around to make sure no one was watching (or if somebody watched you out of the corner of their eyes), then you quickly picked up the second note of the day and unfolded it.

Hatake is an asshole. Don’t mind him too much.

I’m sorry though you had to go through that. I wish I would be brave enough to come forward and directly speak with you, but this has to wait for some time.

And don’t believe this was the last note, either. Except if you don’t want them? I would also accept that. Just glue either a red or green post-it to your PC. I can figure the rest out.

Unbeknownst to you, a little smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you reread the little note. Someone, who was concerned for your sake, had witnessed the confrontation with Kakashi and quickly written this note and delivered it in order to cheer you up. Successfully, you might add. Even though the possibility of the ordeal still being an elaborate prank was high, someone obviously took their time to write these two thoughtful, nice notes, and you appreciated that deeply.

Carefully, you pulled the drawer open and dropped the note into the small box, all the while, you could feel how the tension and disappointment from finding out that your idol was a huge and utter asshole slowly left your mind and body.

Well, you certainly wouldn’t mind receiving more nice notes. Who knew, maybe the prankster would get tired of writing notes soon enough and vanish without a word (note)? Until then, you would enjoy these little letters; nothing more than a ray of sunlight in your working day.

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tootiecakes234 · 6 months

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Men that feed you your French fries while you drive because they love you…… aaaaaand because you’re a terrible driver and they wanna make it to their destination in one piece. You are the light of his life but you may also be the person that sends him to see the light because you really are a driving hazard😭😭

Kirishima, Gojo, Inumaki, Bokuto, Izuku, Itadori, Kakashi; Tanaka, Hinata, Miyamura… any of your faves💕

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anxiouslittlesunbeam · 2 years

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Imagine

Kakashi x Civilian Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff. 💕

"Kakashi.." A hand smoothed over his silver hair, brushing back loose stands that fell into his face once more when the process was repeated. "It's time to wake up."

The voice belonged to his love who whispered sweet good mornings into his ear as a way to coax him out of bed before dawn even broke out over the horizon. His right eye peeked tiredly open to glance up at you, letting out a content sigh before burying his face back into his pillow while you sat up in the shared space beside him. As much as he loved waking up next to you he also enjoyed the peace when the two of you would lay in each other's arms in a comfortable silence minus the soft snores and the sound of your hearts beating together.

"What time is it?" He finally mumbled, turning so he was on his side instead of his stomach, watching as you glanced over your shoulder to double check what the alarm clock on the nightstand read.

"5:37" You answered before reminding him of his mission that he was supposed to go on today with his students.

"They've been training hard as of late. I'm sure they can handle it." Kakashi brushed it off as if it could be solved that easily.

You let out a light chuckle at your partner's behavior expecting something like this from him, trying not to give into his warmth as he inched closer and pressed his head into your stomach now.

"Kakashi they are still genin and this is a C-ranked mission, is it not? They still need you to guide them."

His students were lucky he had you around. They didn't need to meet up at the gate of Kohona till 7:00 since they had to get an early start but thanks to you he might be a little closer to being on time even if he was still late like he usually was.

"Mind getting the coffee started while I take a shower?" Kakashi let out a yawn as he rose to his feet to gather his clothes. The bare skin of his chest combined with the coolness of the damp morning made him miss the warmth given off by your embrace. If given the choice he might have chosen to stay in bed with you for most of the day but instead, he ignored the shivers and made his way towards the bathroom door.

While Kakashi took the time to get himself ready, you began preparing a small breakfast the two of you could share together before he headed off, making sure that the coffee would be ready by the time he came back out.

"I know it's not much, but does some eggs with a slice of toast sound good?" You asked, hearing the door open and the silver haired man came up from behind you, brushing his wet hair against your skin as he moved to peer over your shoulder.

"Sounds great." Kakashi smiled, showing a lot of love with just his one eye that wasn't covered. "Give me a minute and I'll join you, okay?"

You could only nod as he pulled away from you again causing you to let out a shiver of your own. You weren't sure if it was because he still needed to finish drying off and a few water droplets hit your cheek cause he was so close or if it was the closeness in general that made you weak in the knees. He still managed to have that effect on you even after a year of being together.

"How long will you be away for this time?" You asked once you both sat at the table. Before you could pick up your fork you brushed a few loose stands away from your face, making a note to slip in the shower yourself once you were left on your own.

"As long as everything goes smoothly it could be three days but if any complications occur an extra day or two could be added." Kakashi answered, lowering his mask just enough to take a bite of his eggs before slipping it back up. Thoughts began to cloud your mind so you didn't pay any attention to the movement, the shift of your eyes wandering downward not going unnoticed by him.

"Now, what is that look for?"

"Huh?" You lifted your head back up to see Kakashi looking at you with a tilt of his head already knowing you were experiencing some concern. You've held that expression before and he didn't blame you. He was a jonin who was sent out on dangerous missions on a regular while you were just a civilian who prayed he would return home to you in one peace.

"It's like you said this is a C-rank mission." Kakashi reminded that Lord Third wouldn't send him on anything too dangerous while his students were still getting the feel of being out on the battlefield. With talk of the chunin exams approaching that would soon change but he knew that wouldn't ease your mind at the moment.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, feeling a little embarrassed for feeling this way when you should be used to it by now. You've known the man since you were children afterall but knowing what has become of his teammates and Sensei..

"I know.." Kakashi voiced, feeling the same as you did. Even if you weren't a shinobi like he was, the thought of someone or something taking you away from him never failed to cross his mind. As much as he promised to return home to you, you had to promise that you would be here waiting for him with open arms.

"Thank you for the meal, Y/n" Kakashi smiled, beginning to take care of his plate. "When I return I ought to treat you to a homecooked dinner."

The thought of Kakashi cooking your favorite foods and knowing be would be back soon enough to have a special date night with you eased some of the worry that you harbored. You smiled at him in return, offering to clean up while he finished getting himself ready.

Before both of you knew it the time had reached, 6:55. If he left now he would be right on schedule to meet Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto at the gate. The sun was starting to peek out a little more, evident by the slight increase in temperature and the small bit of light shining though the curtains; having you give off a glow that made you even more beautiful to him.

"I'm all yours for a few days once I return." Kakashi squeezed your hand while the other held the strap of his bag up on his shoulder. "And I mean it this time."

There had been times where he thought he would be able to sleep in and spend a day or so with you but then he would be on call for yet another mission, cutting the time between the two of you short. He'd make sure to give you the attention you deserved though. He owed you so much for staying by his side and loving him the way you did.

Moving his hand from his strap to his mask, he slipped it down so it was tucked under his chin. Something he only did around you during moments like this when he would lean forward and capture your lips with his own. He never failed to give you a goodbye kiss before having to part ways with you. Feeling you reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck to bring him closer, Kakashi slid his arm around your waist so you were pressed against him and intertwined your fingers together with your other hand. Minutes went by as you stayed like that, coming up for air only to repeat the process a few more times until you realized you were keeping him from going anywhere, forcing yourself to pull away.

"Looks like you're not going to be right on time again." You spoke once you caught your breath. His students were probably used to it by now but you didn't want to hold him up any longer.

"Eh, so I'm a little late." Kakashi gave you a closed-eye smile in amusement as he slipped his mask back on. At least he would have a better excuse this time. How he looked at it, any moment with you was worth it and he looked forward to more times the two of you would share together.

"I love you," Kakashi told you before closing the door on his way out finally heading in the direction of the village gates. Standing alone in the room now, you smiled to yourself wondering how you managed to gain the attention of such a caring man as him.

"I love you too, Kakashi."

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