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sunstaar · 2 years

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Hello,

I love your writing style, and I would like to propose a writing idea of Kakashi x civilian reader. I dont know how requests work but here we go. :)

The civilian is a doctor in psychology, specialised in childhood traumas. She is a foreigner, came in to practice in Konoha, and opened her own practice. She is beautiful and intelligent, and would make any men fall in love with her,including our beloved Kashi. However,he was sooo shy to talk with her and would get nervous in her presence. He might experience love, a feeling strange to him. Sakura, works as her assistant and is fascinated by her knowledge and she sensed that Kashi is interested in her so she acted as the cupid to get them together👀💃🏼

My inspiration for the reader comes from 'Dr. Shanon Curry from Johnny Depps trial lol :))'

Thank youu🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️🙏

Thank you so much for requesting! You are my first request, so I hope that I am doing this right :) I tried to make the reader as close to Dr. Curry as I could, based on the snippets I watched of her during the trial (Honestly, I'm not sure though if I got her personality down). I hope that's still okay! Since you didn't specify a time period, I just assumed that this takes place after the war. Enjoy!

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Hatake Kakashi x fem&civilian!Reader

Word Count: 6,6k

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Summary: Kakashi can’t help but fall for Konoha’s new childhood trauma specialist and lucky for him, Sakura decides that it is time to play cupid for her sensei and new mentor.

Haruno Sakura was not stupid. No matter how often Ino-pig may have jokingly said that in the pinkette’s presence (and never meant it seriously, she knew as much about their ‘rivalry’), Sakura harbored more intelligence than the majority her peers did. Ever since she began her training under the Godaime Hokage and one of the Legendary Sannin, Senju Tsunade, she had become even more aware that her intelligence was not to be looked down upon. However, that aspect of herself was not what she was the proudest of, rather, it was the emotional intelligence she possessed that brought her the most pride.

While Haruno Sakura was undeniably brilliant, she was also very intuitive for her age. If she had to speculate now where her understanding of others and their feelings had come from, Sakura would first think back to when she had begun working in the Konoha hospital. Within the building with blindingly white walls, understanding how her patients felt was one of her priorities. While they sometimes wouldn’t speak, if they were especially proud and defiant, Sakura always had to know how she should treat the person who saught her out. That meant analyzing everyone down to their tiniest reactions and movement of a muscle.

It had come as no surprise to her that she had the one to been the first to notice their sensei’s unusual behavior. After seven years (and counting) of knowing Hatake Kakashi, Sakura liked to believe that she knew a lot about the man, or at least more than many others did. A majority of the time, he was a walking enigma. With his aloof personality and admirable intellect, the black piece of fabric that kept the lower half of his face hidden from the world, and his drive to succeed, Kakashi was sometimes unreadable, a blank piece of paper per se. Sakura assumed this stemmed from his time in the Anbu, one he had only talked about on the rarest of occasions.

When you had come along, her sensei’s behavior changed drastically. Suddenly, he became readable. Of all things happening, Sakura had not seen such a change coming along. Finding the source of the change had been easy enough as she only had to look for the center of Kakashi’s change in behavior, you.

(To say that a woman of all reasons caused his sudden change surprised Sakura deeply. Besides Hanare, she was pretty sure that she had never seen her sensei talk to a woman if it wasn’t for the sake of the mission.)

That meant in short: her sensei was inexperienced and based on his behavior around you, also both emotionally and socially constipated.

To get him to talk to you for more than a few meek minutes and without stumbling over every other word would be a challenge, so Sakura knew from the moment she saw her sensei practically drool at the sight of you. How he could aid in the winning of a war against a revived man but not talk to a woman, she did not know. Luckily for him, Sakura had assigned herself the position of the cupid that would bring two of her mentors together and hopefully, have them dating in at least a few weeks.

Sakura could understand why her sensei had fallen for you of all people. Undeniably, you, her current mentor and the new psychologist in Konoha were a true sight to behold. Standing at (height), one would think that you would blend in with the civilian population. Yet, with your (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, you instead stood out in the crowds of many. Beautiful and intelligent, that was how Sakura would describe you. It was no wonder her sensei metaphorically lay at your feet, as other men also did.

That gave Sakura more the reason to get you together with Kakashi.

In your life, you needed someone genuine and someone who supported you and your career. From the many talks the two of you had shared during lunch break over a cup of coffee, Sakura was well aware of the fact that finding a suitable partner did not come easy to you. One would think that with men at your feet, you had free choice.

You were a brilliant woman who was in search of a just as brilliant man. She knew that you were looking for someone who matched your intellect, someone with whom you could talk about just anything and could hold intelligent conversations. At the same time, you were also quite the hopeless romantic she noticed. You wanted someone who would love you for who you were, not merely and primarily for your appearance. Luckily for you, Sakura would (again) assign herself to be the cupid that would bring you into a relationship that will make you happy.

Undoubtedly, in Sakura’s mind the two of you, Kakashi and (Name) would be a perfect match. That was if her plan succeeded.

Kakashi felt weird. Unlike when he got sick (a number of times he could count on both of his hands) or got injured on a mission and received a countless amount of wounds all over his body, the feeling he felt now was not unpleasant. Rather, it was the complete opposite of the word. For reasons unknown to him, it felt like there were butterflies roaming around in his stomach.

Despite combing through an obscene amount of medical books, Kakashi could not figure out on his own what exactly was wrong with him. Kakashi would consider himself to be well-versed in many subjects, but medicine was not one he could consider being on that list. There were reasons why Sakura was the one to patch him up after rough missions.

The easiest solution to his persistent problem was to book an appointment with the doctor and explain his problem to a medical professional who would most likely know what to do. Alternatively, he could also ask for Sakura to listen to him and have his overly intuitive students help him. For a few minutes when he felt especially desperate, he had considered both options. In the end, he ended up dropping both of them, considering the prospect to be too mortifying for him.

That meant that now Kakashi was stuck with his stomach feeling weird every time he saw you. It must be a freaky coincidence, of that he was sure. When he was around you, his heartbeat suddenly spiked and his cheeks became warmer, turning a shade of pink underneath the mask he always wore. His most mortifying case of whatever sickness he suffered from had been during a coincidental meeting. You had stepped closer to him, your breath fanning over his mask as you reached out with your hand to rest it over his forehead, staring at him with furrowed brows.

With the most melodic voice, he had ever speak to him you asked, “Are you sick, Kakashi-san?” Your voice sounded like the lullaby he had always yearned to her and one he could hear forever without getting sick of it. Merely the way you stood in front of him had him breathless.

Frantically, Kakashi shook his head. He could not find it within himself to reply verbally, his tongue feeling tied.

You hummed in response, lifting your hand from his forehead to feel your own before returning to rest on his again. “Are you sure that you are okay, you feel a little warm. Maybe you should get that checked out?”

Undeniably, you were a very intelligent woman with an intuition that could barely be matched (according to Sakura’s tellings), but were somehow oblivious to how his thought circuited in your presence. Wasn’t it obvious that he did not feel well? When you touched him, his hands felt sweatier than they did before and his mind turned dizzy.

Most likely due to some illness I caught, Kakashi mused in his thoughts. On the last mission, Tsunade-sama sent me on I must have caught something, probably. That must be it. Maybe body heat triggers it?

If Kakashi’s last assumption was correct (spoiler: it was not), then removing himself from your presence would be the only solution to his problem. Maybe then his body would calm down from the sudden increase in temperature and as a result, he would feel much better again.

To him, it sounded completely plausible in the literal heat of the moment.

Kakashi cleared his throat, taking a step backward from your prying hands. “I-I must apol-logize, (Name)-san. But I still ha-have business elsewhere for t-the day.”

You made him so nervous that he began stuttering and Kakashi could confidently say that he never stuttered … unless he spoke around you. In your presence, it felt like every nerve in his body was lit ablaze, making his skin tingle with your every delicate touch. The effect you had on him undeniable and at the same time, one he had to get away from to keep his dignity.

When you lowered your hand, you almost looked disappointed, but Kakashi was sure that he was imagining that. You had no reason to be disappointed, right?

“Oh, I didn’t mean to take up your time. I’ll get out of your way then.” You said, your voice now missing its previous lull. With your head held high, you rushed past the silver-haired man and disappeared into the growing crowd, nowhere to be found.

Kakashi looked after your retreating figure and held his hand as though to reach for you. Though, when he realized what he was doing, he quickly lowered it again. For an, to him, unexplicable reason, the funny feeling in his stomach subdued once he completely lost sight of your figure. More so, his stomach felt uncomfortably empty and not at all as it did before he saw you. At the same time, he felt bad for lying to you to end the conversation between the two of you. You had looked so excited to talk to him, after all.

With his head hung lower than it did before your coincidental meeting, Kakashi continued his way into the opposite direction of where you went, his mind completely occupied by thoughts of only you.

Sakura had a clear mission and it was not given to her by the Hokage. It felt a little wrong to consider her doings a ‘mission’, but there was not a better word for her current doings: playing cupid. In her mind, she even had already begun to hatch out a mission plan, consisting of a total of four steps that had to be completed as smoothly as possible.

Mission Cupid’s Arrow (to be completed)

Figure out how Kakashi-sensei feels for (Name)-san.(Note: he won’t say it outright, read his body language).

Talk about Kakashi-sensei with (Name)-san, if needed, read her body language.

Following the completion of the previous steps, make plans to set them up on a date.

Kiss kiss kiss!!!

Not that she would ever reveal the existence of the plan to anyone or ever mention it, but Sakura felt quite proud of how she put her mind to the problem she presented herself with.

Luckily for her, completing the first of the four steps had not been easy. It came without much thought that Kakashi-sensei was a difficult target when it came to topics such as feelings, relationships, and similar. Already when she was a Genin, he had been clueless about what to tell her when it came to her crush on Sasuke and preferred to stay out of her love life. It was no wonder to Sakura that he didn’t have an idea of how to lead his own.

Sakura began her mission by inviting her sensei out for a bowl of ramen, ‘to celebrate’, that was how she had put it when he asked her why.

“Celebrate what?” Kakashi had asked, his growing confusion evident.

She let out a faux thoughtful noise, leaning back on her heels as she spoke, “Oh, you know. A lot has happened since the war ended. You are going to be Hokage soon, I’m an assistant now. It would be nice to celebrate that.”

Sadly enough, Kakashi did not buy her explanation that easily. With a raised eyebrow he asked, “Why didn’t you ask Naruto or Sai to come along?”

Bingo. The man just played himself, she thought.

“Because Naruto eats my earned money faster out of my pocket than I earned it.”

The excuse was believable since it really was true. Faintly, she could remember the last time Team Seven had gone out to eat some ramen and how Kakashi had convinced poor Yamato to pay for all of them. While Sai held himself back and eased Yamato’s incoming pain, Naruto meanwhile had taken it as a chance to go all out. Out of Yamato’s mistake, they had all learned.

Kakashi chuckled. “Fair enough.”

That was not when her first step had ended, however. Next, she needed to figure out as much about her sensei’s state of mind toward you as she possibly could, preferably without sending him running before she got enough information.

(Quite frankly, Kakashi was the master in disappearing without a trace. One moment he would be sitting beside her, somehow making his ramen magically vanish without her seeing, and the next the chair beside her would be empty as would be the bowl. By then, he would also have paid for his and her meal, which she always found quite thoughtful.)

If necessary, Sakura was ready to trap the man somewhere to have her mission succeed. She only had his happiness (and also yours) in mind, both of you deserved it in her opinion. Sakura hoped that with each other, you two could find it.

Sakura stirred her chopsticks mindlessly in her ramen, putting on a thoughtful expression before letting out a loud sigh. It immediately caught Kakashi’s attention, who gave her a questioning look.

“Say, sensei, what do you think is the most important thing in a relationship?” As soon as she saw the silver-haired man startle, she backtracked a little. “I mean, with everyone beginning to date, I’ve just been wondering what I am looking for and … I don’t know.”

Kakashi hesitated in his reply, “Are you talking about Sasuke?”

The topic of Sasuke was a delicate one to breach, especially for Sakura. It was why she sucked in a breath at the mere mention of the last Uchiha’s name. While that reaction came in subconsciously and not on purpose at all, it brought the conversation along.

Her sensei cleared his throat, the discomfort between them slowly growing. “I don’t know what to tell you Sakura …” He easily trailed off, pinching his nose.

His frustration was rolling off of him in waves and that was the moment Sakura had to strike. “Sensei, just be honest with me. Please.”

“Trust. I think that trust is an important thing. You have to be there for the other person and believe in them unconditionally. Trust them to …” ‘not leave you’. The words hung in the air, he did not even need to speak them. “You have to be honest with each other, about what you want and who you are, communicate. To be in a relationship means to be able to rely on each other and be there for one another. That is what matters.”

Time to be honest, Sakura did not think that her sensei had it in him to speak such words. In a sense, they did not only aid her with her secret mission but also struck a certain chord within her, so she wouldn’t forget what he said. Unsurprisingly, he was right with what he was saying.

(At the same time, Sakura couldn’t help but wonder if his addiction of Icha Icha influenced his ideals. It was a possibility.)

Sakura smiled at the man, knowing what it took for him to actually talk about his feelings, especially when it came to things like romance. “Thank you, sensei. This means a lot to me.”

Awkwardly, he rubbed the back of his head and smiled with his eyes closed.

For a moment, Sakura smiled brightly at her sensei, delighted that her mission was going well. That was at least until her green eyes fixated on the now-empty bowl that sat in front of her sensei. “You finished eating already?!” She screeched out.

“I did,” Kakashi confirmed with a regained nonchalance. “Why do you look so surprised, Sakura?”

No matter how much she planned ahead and thought that she was ahead of him, Kakashi always beat her by several steps.

“Huh?!”

Sakura couldn’t believe it! Underneath the table, she clenched her fists together to keep the quiet ‘Cha!’ from pushing past her lips. The pinkette would not give in that easily, she would not be defeated by a man over a decade her senior, who was so socially inept. It’d be ridiculous if he could just-

-with a poof, Kakashi disappeared from right beside her and Sakura could only stare in disbelief, her mouth falling open in shock.

“That bastard!” And with that, Sakura slammed her hand onto the table.

Little did Sakura know that the real challenge was yet to come.

You in comparison to her sensei were an absolute nightmare to figure out. Sakura should have expected it (really, she should have) that a psychologist was not an easy person to either read or figure out without the person willingly revealing information about themselves. Your profession was literally focused on knowing others' emotions and controlling your own, so it was no wonder that the questions Sakura thought were sly weren’t so sly at all.

She should have seen it coming, but stupidly enough, she didn’t. When she had asked you more non-work-related questions, it should have been obvious to her that you would become suspicious at the sudden onslaught.

“What’s this about all of a sudden?” You laughed, practically looking right into Sakura's soul. She knew that she was being watched carefully. “What’s with all the questions?”

Sakura had been able to shake you off of her trail, somehow. She herself was rather unsure of how she had managed to stop the reverse psychology and your onslaught of questions, but somehow she did. However, it was more likely that you let her off of the hook.

Unfortunately for you, that made Sakura even more determined to find a crack in your professional mindset, no matter how long it would take for her plan to succeed. She was not one to give up easily, after all.

Something was on Sakura’s mind, that much was obvious to you. Throughout the few hours that the two of you had been working together, it was obvious that the girl’s thoughts were somewhere beyond work. If she had a pencil in her hand, she would mindlessly drum it against the clipboard that she held in her other hand. When you asked her to write something down for you, whether it was reminders of lessons you two had to go over again or appointments you had to check, Sakura would make more spelling mistakes than she ever did before.

For some reason, your favorite (and only) assistant was distracted and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. The right time to do so would be the upcoming lunch break for the two of you, something you had been looking forward to since your third appointment of the day.

Your last patient before lunch break was a young boy of ten years. It broke your heart time and time again to see the young children come to your, to have their parent(s) or caretakers drop them off at your practice, and pick them up again later. No child of any age should be recquired to see a trauma specialist.

When the Fourth Shinobi War rolled around, everything had changed from one to another. Back in your homeland in Sunagakure, you did not have many patients to attend to. Due to the vast population of the smallest of the five Kage villages, your amount of patients was minuscule in comparison to the influx you were experiencing in Konoha. Save for the attack of Akatsuki years back and the murder of your Kazekage, there had not been much that drove patients into your practice, especially not young ones.

Following the end of the war, you had decided to take your practice elsewhere. It had been a suggestion of your young Kazekage, a charming boy by the name of Gaara, whose psychologist you had been for a short duration of his childhood. To strengthen the connection between the two villages, medical professionals of all kinds were sent to different villages to keep the exchange of information constant.

Whether it was a stroke of luck or else for you to be chosen, you could not exactly tell. The whispers following the selection had not been hushed. Conversations of nepotism and favoritism had reached your ears before you left, making you even more eager for your departure.

And now, now you were here in Konoha with an assistant who was obviously distracted. You could understand why that was the case. The profession of your and now also Sakura’s choosing carried many burdens with it, but you chose to bear the weight on your shoulders for the sake of others. No matter how heavy, you couldn’t just give in to it. The children needed you, after all. You couldn’t let them down, that wouldn’t align with your conscious. That was also why you needed Sakura at her full concentration, to avoid you in your mission to hopefully help these children.

Since lunch break rolled around, you decided that it would be the perfect time to have a conversation about what was bothering the pinkette.

Watching your assistant, you let out a small sigh and leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s on your mind, Sakura-chan?”

She did not answer immediately and instead bit her lip, falling into deeper thought. You were pretty sure that she did not even hear you speak, never mind asking her a question.

“Sakura?”

In her seat, Sakura was visibly startled by your voice. “Oh! Sorry (Name)-san, I didn’t mean to get distracted.”

Another thing you liked about her was her good manners. She was always one to apologize for something that could happen to anyone, you found that to be quite endearing.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head at the dazzled expression your assistant wore. “Don’t worry too much about it, Sakura-chan. We all get a little distracted sometimes. Now tell me, what’s on your mind that bugs you so much?”

Sakura let out a groan, tilting her head back in a gesture of annoyance. “Was I that noticeable?”

You pretended to think about it before replying, “Yes. Couldn’t even not see that if I tried.”

She let out yet another groan and buried her face in her hands, obviously embarrassed.

You went to comfort her by placing a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it once softly with a reassuring smile. “It happens to the best of us,” You laughed, faintly remembering doing the same as her. “but seriously, what’s got you so unfocused? This isn’t like you.”

Sakura took a deep breath and removed her face from her hand, sitting up straight in her seat again. It was now or never. She did not even have to will a flush to her cheeks as it came along with her embarrassment about being caught slacking.

“Well, (Name)-san, I was just, uh, thinking about … whatitwouldbeliketobeinarelationship.”

Confused, you blinked at her. “Can you repeat that? I don’t think I understood.”

“I said that I was thinking about whatitwouldbeliketobeinarelationship.”

Now it was getting a tad bit ridiculous.

“Sakura. Focus.”

“Right, sorry,” Again, Sakura straightened in her seat. She rubbed her neck, obviously embaressed. “It’s a bit embarrassing … during work, I know I shouldn’t think about non-work-related things, but (Name)-san, I just- I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be in a relationship.”

That was random, you thought.

“Oh?” You were unsure of what to say. “Is it about that boy … what was his name again? Sasuke, right?”

You could see Sakura visibly cringe at the name and draw in a sharp breath before nodding. “Yes.”

There wasn’t a lot that you knew about the last of the Uchiha, Sasuke, but what you knew was enough. He was a boy your young assistant had a crush on since an early age (the academy, you believe) and someone she held close to her heart. About him, she had told you a few things and hesitated time and time again to speak his name aloud, only referring to him by his pronouns. It was evident that she had a difficult time dealing with his departure.

“I was just thinking about if one day, I might find someone to love, someone who loves me and be in a relationship. It’s a silly thought, I should focus on other things but I just can’t help it,” Sakura let out a laugh, one that sounded more self-loathing than anything else. Then, she looked straight at you. “What about you (Name)-san, do you have someone?”

“No,” You told her. “I don’t.”

“No offense, (Name)-san. But why is that?” Sakura asked, brows furrowed. “You are very beautiful and many others would agree with that. You must have many men practically laying at your feet.”

You found the fact that you had no significant life partner to be rather disappointing, maddening even. It wasn’t that you weren’t aware of the fact that there was an effect you had on men, because you were. You knew that you were a desirable woman, based on the fact that countless men had asked you out on dates already.

“I haven’t found the one for me yet.” You answered truthfully as you found no need to lie to her.

“‘The one’, who would be that for you?”

“A genuine man,” That is who you were looking for, your ideal partner. “Someone who looks past my appearance and puts in some effort to go on a date with me and that not to brag about it later to his friends. Someone trustworthy, someone honest, and someone I could talk to freely, without having to dumb myself done as we talk.”

The minuscule smirk tugging at Sakura’s lips confused you greatly, yet you let it slide, thinking that maybe you confused it with a smile. “You will find someone like that, don’t worry too much, (Name)-san.” Confidence in her words practically oozed off of them.

She made you wonder … “And how can you be so sure of that, Sakura-chan?”

Sakura grinned at you. “There are plenty of men that fit your description!”

“Such as …?” Admittedly, during your description, there was one man you could think of who matched it, who was a carbon copy of it, and yet you would not dare to utter his name in her presence. It was like wishful thinking to fantasize about a man such as him, to think of him as a suitor while he was practically untouchable for someone like you. A war hero and a psychologist were not on the same level, not even in the same field, and yet …

“My sensei Kakashi, for example!”

Your eyes widened drastically to resemble the ones of a doe. How did she hit the nail right on the head?

“Excuse me?!” You blurted out, panic invading your way of speaking. Your cheeks took on a light dusting of color, feeling warmer than they did before your conversation.

“You look flustered, (Name)-san,” Sakura leaned closer to you with a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “Is something the matter?”

You swallowed harshly to control your emotions. She was right, you really were flustered and you had to get yourself back under your own control. A few breaths later and you did not feel as light-headed anymore and leaned back in your chair to distance yourself from the noise pinkette.

Now was your time to strike back against her. “The thing that is the matter is that my lovely assistant is spending her time finding potential suitors for me instead of learning.”

That seemed to do the job as Sakura froze in her position, the smirk falling off of her pretty lips.

It was your time to be the one smirking. Quickly, you glanced over at the clock hanging in the doorway, almost signaling the end of your shared lunch break. “I liked the talk we had, really, I did, Sakura-chan. Now, however, it is time for us to resume our work.” You stood up and packed your bento lunch up, making sure not to leave anything behind.

With a heavy sigh and growling stomach, Sakura hurried after you.

Despite the horrendous turns her conversations with the two of you took, Sakura’s plan was perfectly set into motion. Not only did she manage to gather information about the two of you, but was now also able to judge whether you two would fit together or not. Intuitively, she came to the conclusion that her two mentors would do another well and be a good match, they just hadn’t realized that yet. That was what she was there for.

It was time to initiate step three of her ultra-secret mission.

“Come on, (Name)-san!” Sakura practically whined as she stood before you. “How can you just say ‘no’ to me?”

You had crossed your arms over your chest and looked at your assistant with a raised brow. “Easy as that: no.”

Sakura’s whining came to a sudden stop and she deadpanned, “Really?”

Admittedly, she had underestimated not only you but also your iron will deeply. Because of her miscalculation when it came to you, her plan was about to crumble right before her eyes if she could not stop that from happening.

“Listen, Sakura-chan, I appreciate the invite to go out to dinner together, but I must decline. How are you so sure that I do not have plans for myself this evening?”

The only thing that saved her right now was her crystal clear of a conversation you two had last week. “Because last week you said that this week you don’t have any plans and will only relax during your free time.”

Your mouth opened and your lips formed to imitate the letter o as you stared at her, saying nothing. A few times, you blinked, as though you were remembering the same thing she was remembering. Then, you lifted your hands in mock defeat.

“Alright, you got me,” You sighed and admitted with reluctance, “I’m not busy tonight.”

Excitedly, Sakura clapped her hands together. “Great! Congratulations, (Name)-san, I’ll make sure you are busy tonight, then.”

While trying to convince you, Sakura came to realize that you and her sensei had a few similar mannerisms, such as persistent doubt when it came to her intent.

“Again? But you have just invited me to dinner last week?” Kakashi asked, standing before her almost as a mirror image as you did an hour before.

If everything worked as intended, Sakura either created the best match ever (take that, Ino-pig!) or a double-edged sword.

“And?”

“And what?”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“You cannot buy me dinner every week, Sakura. It’s a bit much.”

“Can’t I spend some time with my sensei?” Sakura could see that he was becoming suspicious of her and that was not a good sign, not at all.

Kakashi appeared to be thinking carefully about his next words and that made her quite nervous. The feeling that welled up in Sakura was beyond nerve-wrecking.

“Sakura, I appreciate your kindness, but-”

She would not let him ruin her plans. “-What’s keeping you from just agreeing?”

He made an unintelligible sound from the back of his throat.

“Seriously, sensei, I know you aren’t required to do so, but when do you ever spend time with us? In a few months, you are going to be Hokage and then probably too busy to see anyone of us …” While on one hand Sakura really did want to spend some time with her old team again, almost all of them together if possible, on the other hand, she also wanted for both of you to be happy. So, she had to bare out her feelings and push them aside all at once.

“Sakura …” He was at a loss for words.

“Please?”

Underneath his mask, Kakashi bit his lip in thought before letting out a sigh. “Alright, but just this once.”

Sakura could not be happier.

Guilt was gnawing at Kakashi. His student’s words rang true because he did indeed not spend much time with them, especially following the end of the war. There had simply been too much for all of them to do, individual missions, the occasional life-threatening occurrence, and his training to become the next Hokage of Konohagakure.

There was no better time than now, he supposed.

Sakura had told him to meet her at seven pm at Ichiraku and for the first time in forever, Kakashi put in an effort to only be fashionably late instead of leaving his students to wait for over an hour. Just this once, he could do them the favor (but only once, they should not get their hopes up, it will not happen another time).

Up ahead illuminated the lights of Ichiraku ramen a figure, one who was tapping her foot against the ground and stood with her hands on her hips, appearing angered even from a distance. Upon coming closer, Kakashi could make out more of the woman’s features, among which were a familiar combination of bubblegum pink hair and green eyes and the angry scowl Sakura wore time and time again when he had been late. With an angry finger, she pointed at him and beckoned over.

(He would never say it aloud, but sometimes his only female student scared him to death. Sakura had an aura similar to that of her mentor, Tsunade, and one that had him internally cowering in fear. That was exactly why he quickened his pace to an extent that it would not be too noticeable.)

“You’re late,” This Was the first thing that Sakura said to him when he stopped before her. Her anger was obvious and so was the tension in her jaw. “but lucky for you, I expected you to be, so our guest did not have to wait for long.”

Our guest? Kakashi could only tilt his head in confusion, the gears in his mind turning in search for a detail he might have missed. Yet, he could not remember the information that seemed to have gone past his head.

The curtain protecting the privacy of those who dined in Ichirakus was pulled open and Kakashi swore that he could hear his heart stop. There was you, in person, sharing the same air as him.

In the most melodic voice, you addressed your assistant. “Sakura, who are you talking to- oh.” Then, you spotted him and your eyes widened.

Kakashi was pretty sure that time seemed to slow down to almost no movement in your presence. In the light of the streetlamps, you looked like an angel sent from the heavens above, an ethereal figure stemming from the myths of the gods. You were the most beautiful woman to have walked earth, he decided right then and there. Only his mask could hide his dazzled expression and the rising flush of his cheeks.

When you stepped closer, his last brain cell evaporated. “Kakashi-san? Are you alright? You look a bit pale.” The way you titled your head to look at him had him fixated and stole away his breath.

“I-I’m f-fine.” He managed to stutter out, too lost in your e/c staring at him to focus properly. Inwardly, he let out a groan at how the situation was turning out for him.

Immediately upon hearing that, a smile graced your angelic features as you looked at him. “I’m glad to hear that, Kakashi-san,” Then you turned on your heel with a glare sitting on your face to scold a certain pinkette. “Now let’s get to you, Sakura-chan. What do you think are you doing?”

At the tone, you used with her (reminiscent of the one of a scolding mother), Kakashi would have thought that by now your shared student would cower away in fear or at least show some regret, but instead, Sakura smirked of all things.

“Quite frankly, both of you are helpless when it comes to love and kami, I can’t keep watching you squirm around. It’s so obvious that the two of you are made for each other and fit well together and what do you do? You squirm around one another, seriously? I refuse to let this go on any longer and watch you two waste the opportunities you can have now! So stop acting like love-sick teenagers and man up and go on a date!”

Both Kakashi and yourself suddenly felt as though you were ablaze at the mention of the last word, both of you unsure of what to say.

Sakura decided to deliever the last blow she had in her arsenal. “No offence, Kakashi-sensei, (Name)-san, but it was getting really sad watching you two. I just had to do something. I hope neither of you will haunt me forever for this. See you tomorrow! Enjoy your date!” Before either of you could get a word in, the pinkette sprinted for her life as for away from you as she could, not even stopping once.

Between the two of you reigned a comfortable silence, one that you decided to break by clearing your throat. “Well, Kakashi-san, that just leaves the two of us,” You turned to face the flustered silver-haired, smiling at him so brightly. “How about we eat some ramen together since we are already here. What do you say?”

Kakashi swallowed harshly. “L-like on a d-date?”

To be reduced to such a stuttering idiot in front of you of all people was absolutely mortifying for the silver-haired Shinobi. For Kami’s sake, he was a war hero, the warrior of the Sharingan and the Copy-Cat-Nin, and yet, in front of you, he was merely Kakashi, a man who had to grow too fast. Nobody had ever made him feel like he did when with you.

While he didn’t enjoy sweets that much, your smile was the only thing sweet he would want forever in his life. “Yes. ‘Like on a date’, if that is alright with you, Kakashi-san.”

The silver-haired cleared his throat to regain his composure. “You c-can drop t-the honorific, (Name)-s-s-an.”

The giggle you let out was beyond adorable and sent a cupid’s arrow straight to his heart. “Alright then. I will, Kakashi. But I must ask of you to do the same.”

“Yes.”

With a teasing smirk, you leaned closer to him so your breath was almost fanning over his mask. “Yes, who?”

He swallowed thickly. “Yes, (Name).”

“We’re on the same page then,” With a click of your tongue, you again turned on your heel but this time not without taking the silver-haired with you. Your hand felt delicate wrapped around his as you pulled him along, right into the tranquil ramen shop. “Come on, pretty boy, let’s not waste any more time of our date.” Without a moment of hesitation, said pretty boy followed along in your steps, allowing himself to be pulled right into the shop.

(Secretly, Kakashi had always known that there was a reason why out of all of his twerps, Sakura and her metaphorical cupid’s arrow was his favorite.)

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httpsbimbo · 2 years

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BUSINESS — modern!kakashi hatake

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, blowjob, cursing, modern!au

002. w/c: 1.7k

‘’Fuck you.’’

The same echo in your head like a broken record, occasionally slipping from your mouth as you and Kakashi kept pace at the long path to Ryokan. It was December, and snow fell just on the day you had a business trip, the cold nipping at your skin through your clothes. You had a mile till your destination, yet your legs and fingertips fell numb from the cold.

Mumbling another ‘’Fuck you’’ whilst staring with a knife in your eyes. He was never bothered with cold, strutting like it was a fucking walk way on the path, occasionally looking back towards you and just stopping to walk behind you. Probably staring at your ass, tch.

There's only a few points on your hatred towards Kakashi. Selfish, pain in the ass, pervert, and conceited. Always bragging once he one-ups you, overly just cocky.

‘’Fuck you-’’ You mustered out before skipping foward.

‘’I can tell.’’ Kakashi hummed in front of you.

‘’Wow, your ears work. Congratulations.’’ You pushed at him.

Once you finally made it to Ryokan, you gave a sigh of relief after realizing there was no frostbite. You settled by the small fire, feeling the touch in your fingertips grow back, he tapped huffed rather loudly, a smug tone.

‘’Looks like they gave us a room together, overbooking.’’

You took a minute, blinking, ‘’What.’’

‘’Hey, take advantage of the fact it's a honeymoon suite. I’d kick you out otherwise’’ He gestured to you before leading the way, key in hand.

You huffed ‘’Fuck you-’’ Yet followed behind. You were tired enough and had no energy to go back and forth with Kakashi today.

The room was spacious, thankfully. Low cushions at the tatami floor, dim lighting with incense burning, a soft peppermint scent lingering in the room.

They provided a small bathroom, small closet with some clothing options for celebration. A kitchenette with a microwave with an electric kettle. Even a private bath.

Though you kept focus on relaxing if anything, the pool had a bamboo barrier to ensure privacy between just you two.

You shoved past Kakashi and grabbed a towel and soft pink yukata.

‘’Already going to warm up?’’ He hummed while grabbing a towel and soft blue yukata, following.

You grumbled a small ‘’Fuck you.’’

‘’Yeah, sure princess.’’ He rolled his eyes.

You really did not want to bathe with him, but the water lured you in, a soft smile as you watched the scene and engulfed into the setting of snow falling.

You followed, Kakashi already stripped and seated, a sight of his sculpted jawline clenched as his arms rested on the border. A soft sigh with his head thrown back. The view caused a warm blush to tingle in your face, it felt so- erotic yet it was no reasoning as to why. Unless it was the fact it was him; just the carelessness he expressed.

It shouldn’t fluster you, it's just the human body, normally nudity wasn’t such a big issue.

But, you wouldn’t let yourself get distracted. You dropped your pack to the ground, peeling off your damp clothes.

You hadn’t noticed Kakashi staring at you. Gawking as if he saw a goddess, drinking in the view like his last. How his muscles tensed, blood rushing to his crotch, or how his breathing quickened.

Your back kept turnt, sinking into the water to let out a soft gasp, suppressing a moan as you submerged yourself into the hot water.

Kakashi averted his gaze, a pink blush forming on his cheeks yet he acted as if nothing happened. He found you gorgeous, yet he never admitted it honestly unless a tease. He enjoyed pushing you just where you’d get pissed, just cause he enjoyed it when you spoke to him. Every word, even if degrading, causes his heart to flutter like a teenager. He found you cute.

Normally Kakashi showed little to no regard in many words said of him, or how one viewed him. Yet you were always- different. Cues of him visibly getting upset if he got you mad and short moments of him panicking if anything he’s done offended you. He only wished to bring you here to get you out of his system, calm him.

Of course, he planned everything. The mixed up room was a lie, the way he walked with you, hell no mission was even happening, it was all a plan he followed. All to make his move. Just hoping you didn’t say no.

You wouldn’t, right? He gained second thoughts, trying to calm himself. You shouldn’t have resisted him, he was vulnerable just for you.

He removed his blindfold after sinking his neck deep into the water, his eye, that scar. It was never something he’d openly talk about yet it always intrigued you, it caused you to stare as he hummed in response, seemingly pleased.

You cautiously watched as the silver-haired man shuffled closer to you, striking up conversation.

‘’You seem to to be enjoying yourself, hope the walk wasn’t too much.’’

He normally- didn’t talk much unless a petty comment, yet fuck- he looked handsome with a genuine smile on his face. Even you could appreciate the way the moonlight bounced from his hair, the shine in his eyes and the muscle he had.

Till he grew cold feet, suddenly jumping out, back facing you to not show off his hard-on.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, ‘’Something wrong?’’

Kakashi practically whined at the delicate tone in your voice, pushing it aside just for a minute ‘’Yeah, no need to worry.’’ It was a lie, you could tell from how he tensed after wearing his towel on his lower half.

You couldn’t help but follow behind, wrapping the towel on your form before following behind, seating yourself on the bed you two supposedly had to share.

‘’You seem anxious- Kakashi.’’ You leaned at the door frame at the man who seated himself on the bed, his breathing seen from the large movement in his chest.

You seated beside him before his ruby iris turned to you, a struggled breath from his lips.

Tension suddenly flooded the room as he grasped your cheek with the most gentle grasp, and you kissed him, a hot breath before your lips collided. He kissed back though- he seemed hesitant, scared. Grazing his thumb across your cheek as he pulled away.

Warmth spreads to your body, same as Kakashi. He was glad you didn’t notice his towel having a bulge, how fast his heart pounded in his chest, his trembling.

Kakashi couldn’t get over the spell you had on him, he had so many expectations for this trip, but not for you to control it.

It gave you and understanding of his behavior, both of you drinking each other as you came to realize the kiss was the end of the line.

‘’Kiss me, again.’’ You asked, his eyes widening just in the slightest bit, no hesitation as he kissed you, this time the kiss being rather sloppy. Needy, greedy as he sucked at your lips, a small nibble as to ask for permission for it to deepen, obliging as his tongue met yours. He tried gaining dominance till you tangled your hands into his silver locks, a tug to cause a retreat.

You explored his mouth, allowing you to control him. Wanting to know he wasn’t in control, only getting so far because you wanted this.

Kakashi let out a throaty moan as your hand lingered under his towel, only spurring on your behavior further, pulling away to a trail of spit leaving from each other's mouths.

You left a small kiss upon his mole before resting your head at the crook of his neck, breathing hot and a spare hand rubbing at his nape.

‘’Fuck-’’ He hissed before letting out a whine. Normally he wouldn't be vocal, not into it. He was against bring emotion into his sex, but for you, you were different. You made him vulnerable, and he loved it.

It was such a sight, seeing him so needy, wanting and adoring. He let out a gulp as you stroked at his cock, agonizingly slow.

‘’Please, I need more-..’’ He let out such a pretty plea before you hummed in satisfaction, blushing from his raw emotion.

Before he knew it you were kneeled in front of him, eagerly spreading his legs and stripping him of the towel he wore.

You took him in your mouth and Kakashi openly moaned, causing himself even, to blush from embarrassment.

‘’F-Fuck, Y/N-’’ He whined, body trembling as a hand lingered into your hair, a gentle grip

‘’Nngh- please, more baby-’’ He begged, such a pretty whiny voice you knew only you had the pleasure of hearing, obliging as he earned a gag from you, taking in all of his length.

Kakashi threw his head back, a dry heave as your tongue lapped at the underside of his pink tip. Your eyes began tearing up as you realized how big he was, causing a heat rushing to your cunt and a hum, sending the poor man in a frenzy.

‘’Nnngh- fuck, i’m so close, please-’’ He tugged at your hair in just the slightest right before you made eye contact with him, he was trembling just from you, so pretty with the spit still trailing from his lips and the desperation in his eyes.

It made you want more- more of him. You sucked harder, sending him over the edge and pumping hot ropes of semen into your mouth, tasting sweet and savory.

You ripped away from his cock, drool dripping from your chin and tears streaming down your face, the sight alone caused more blood to pump into Kakashi's crotch, a painful whine escaping his glossy lips.

‘’I love you, fuck-’’ He mewled, almost too quiet to hear yet it made a smile form on your lips.

‘’S-Sorry- I know you probably- don’t like- me..’’ He shut up as you inched up to his face, a lustful gaze set on each other before you spoke.

‘’You’re so dense, Kakashi..’’ You teased, rewarding him with a passionate kiss before tangling your hands in his hair, straddling him.

‘’I love you too.’’ You murmured against his skin before he gripped your hips, another savory kiss.

Once he finished you huffed, a tug at his hair to win a groan.

‘’That's sweet, but I haven’t come yet. Let's fix that, Kakashi.’’ A smile from on top of him.

‘’Let's put your pretty cock to use, hmm?’’

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myfantasealife · 2 years

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Kryptonite [NSFW] Kakashi x Fem!Reader

🥀You hate him, but you hate life without him more. What will you do when Kakashi Hatake reappears into your life?🥀

a/n: I wanted to experiment with some darker writing. This read has lots of angst and has some mention of abuse so please do not read if you aren't comfortable with those topics.

I was also thinking of adding on to this story so let me know what you guys think!

warnings: toxic love, some smut, angst, lots of angst, like seriously angsty as fuu, some mention of abuse, nipple sucking, biting, moaning, mdni

"I wish I never fucking met you!" I scream, launching my glass of wine across the room.

Kakashi ducked, letting it slam against the kitchen wall, shattering it into pieces. His eyebrows pulled together, glaring back into my teary eyes approaching me slowly.

"I fucking hate you!" He screams, placing his hand around my neck before slamming me back against the pantry door. His heavy breathing coaxed my skin while his eyes continued to pierce into mine.

"I have never met someone so unbearable, so lost, so... so-" he paused like he just realized what he was doing to me. His eyes widened. I felt his fingers loosening the grip he had around my neck, letting them fall to the side.

He wanted to hate me, to loathe me, but he couldn't. No matter what he tried, tears collected in the corner of his eyes as he watched me lose all the light I had in my eyes.

"Then why the fuck are you here? Why not go? Leave! I don't fucking care anymore!" I plead, feeling the pain in my raspy voice echo throughout my apartment, paralyzing him in place.

A ferocious scream expelled from the depths of his chest before slamming his hand back onto the pantry door, staring deeper into my broken soul. I felt the raging flames in his heart begin to settle when he exhaled deeply, turning himself away from me. My eyes stayed glued on him as he started pacing around my kitchen, rubbing his temples with the pads of his fingers.

This is exactly how I remembered it before. I haven't seen him in months. Even though we have been broken up for a while it was like we were right in the same place again, screaming at each other saying anything to make the other person hurt. But it couldn't be helped.

My heart yearned for Kakashi no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that he wasn't good for me. He was like oxygen to me. Filling me with life when he was around, but soon leaving me breathless when I was without him.

"I can't do that" he said quietly under his breath. He stood facing away from me, refusing to let me see the desperation in his eyes. He always tried to hide his feelings but I knew he cared for me. I knew there was a place he had reserved for me in his heart. A place that he hasn't touched in months.

"You cant do that? You've done it before. What's the difference?!" I could feel the rage I had in my heart thicken while I glared at the back of his unruly silver head.

"I love you..." he mumbled under his breath. "thats why I cant leave."

The blood in my veins begin to boil, ripping through each cell in my body. Pain filled in every inch, overflowing out of my mouth as a chuckle escaped my lips.

"You love me?" I scoffed, letting my hand rub the burning pain I felt around my neck. "You never fucking loved me."

In an instance he turned back to me, planting his palms inches from my head making impact with the pantry door again. Tears started flowing from my eyes like a stream, looking up to the sharp features of his face as he tries to withhold the anger within himself.

"Please... I'm- I'm so sorry y/n..." A tear fell from his eyes onto my cheek like a drop of rain. His silver strands dangled over me, swaying as his muffled breath seeped from the top of his mask.

The silence between us became unbearable. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing themselves into my skin. My mind wandered carelessly, not knowing if I wanted to kiss him or slap him. Almost like the strings in my heart were being tugged in all sorts of directions.

I'm sorry became a phrase I heard too often from his lips. Every one being empty in meaning. But regardless of how much I knew those words meant nothing to him, I forgave him. Every fucking time.

I couldn't do it anymore.

"I don't believe you" I said shakily, clenching my fist like it was holding on to the only string of sanity I had left. I could feel the pieces in my heart break apart like the shattered glass on the floor.

There was nothing more that I wanted than to forgive him and forget all of the pain that lingered in my heart. I became so good at burying it so deep inside that I could almost convince myself it never happened, but over time those roots began to grow, conquering every inch of my life. It felt like I was reaching for a piece of hot coal from a fire, expecting it to burn less every time I tried to pick it up.

My hands grasp onto his collar before pushing him away from me and storming pass him. I didn't make it far before I felt his hand grab onto my wrist, yanking me back towards him. His other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me in closer, letting my heart rest on his chest.

He stayed silent, closing his eyes while his forehead rested against mine. I felt his eyebrows pulled together, as if they were trying to catch any thought he had in his mind to form into words to say.

But he couldn't.

All I could feel was the pain and despair that laid behind those lips.

"Just as I thought." I said under my breath, pushing him away from me again. His tense shoulders slumped over him in defeat, letting his heavy bones paralyze him. I've never seen him give up so easily. He couldnt process anything besides the sounds of my feet tapping against the tile floor as I walk to a drawer in my kitchen, sliding it open to rummage inside.

Kakashi's eyes still couldn't meet mine. His face stayed planted towards the floor, letting the tears in his eyes fall freely to his feet. Seeing him in pain was something that always made my stomach curl into knots. I loved him, I didn't want to be the one to break his heart. But it was my turn to be on the other side. It was my turn to be the one that inflicted the pain. It was miserable. I couldn't help but wonder how he was able to do that to me so many times before.

The rustling noise from my hand stopped, pulling out a diamond ring before slamming it down on top of the counter. It had a small stone with our initials engraved onto the inside of the skinny gold band.

"Take this with you" I demanded with a broken voice. His eyes peeled from the floor to the ring on the counter, exhaling deeply before looking back up to me. I could see the pain physically start to break him like the branches that fell from a tree. It hurt me to watch. I felt like I couldn't breath.

The ring brought back so many memories. Ones that I wished I could live in forever. Remembering the nights he spent in between my legs, making me moan his name while my fingers combed through the locks of his silver hair. Or how I would jump in the bath with him after his missions, taking care of the scrapes and bruises he had patterned all over his body. Even remembering the times he was able to fall asleep because I was there with him, glued onto his chest.

Those memories replayed so vividly in my head. It was perfect. So why? Why couldn't he see that before? I wanted to cry even more but I physically couldn't. Just looking at him was exhausting.

"Don't do this..." He pleaded, glaring into my somber eyes. Silence coated the room, leaving nothing but the sniffling sound of my nose as I try to catch my breath.

He approached me again until his chest was hovering over my forehead. I look away quickly to avoid the eyes I could get lost behind so easily. His breath was touching the top of my head as his hand softly placed itself on my cheek.

"I still want to marry you." He said quietly into my ear before lifting my chin up to face him.

Rage broke through every last barrier I had in my heart as I smack his hand away from my face. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to punch him in the face for repeating those words to me.

A monster was brewing inside me, and all I wanted to do was unleash it onto Kakashi. My eyebrows pull together, glaring at him with such animosity and hatred. Regardless of what intimidating look I tried to give him, his eyes stayed with mine. Almost like he wanted to feel every ounce of pain I had in my heart. Like he wanted to fight the monster he created.

"I am not falling for that anymore Kakashi," I place the ring in his palm, never losing sight of his broken eyes. "No matter what you say, I still don't believe you."

Once those words left my mouth it was like I took the last bit of oxygen he had left in his lungs. He began to weep, falling to his knees in front of me as he held onto my wrists.

It reminded me of the times I pleaded for him, begging him to love me the way I loved him. I would scream, cry, do anything in the world to keep him with me but he always left, leaving me alone in the void of my mind.

"Please! I need you!" He screamed, letting his cries grow heavier.

"You need me? Where were you when I needed you?! I'm done Kakashi" I scoffed, glaring down to his head as he pressed his forehead against my thighs. "How could you look me in my eyes and tell me you still want to marry me? How could you continue to lie to my face after all the things you put me through."

"It was a mistake... I-I swear." He said softly, breathing heavily around my thighs.

"A mistake?! Kakashi you left me at the altar the day we were going to get married. I waited for you at the foot of the chapel the whole night until the sun came up the following day, just hoping that you would come to your senses. But you never did. And if that wasn't enough, I went back to that chapel everyday for a week and waited for you in the same white dress." My voice cracked remembering all of the hurt all over again.

"People ridiculed me, they tried to convince me that I was a fool. But I loved you so much that I chose to ignore them and stand up for you, protecting you from the shame people wanted you to feel. Until the very last second I fought for you. Even when I caught you plunged deep inside some fucking whore, I begged you to stop. I begged you to come back to me. But you laughed in my face before you pushed me out of your apartment, slamming your door in my face."

The silence in the room felt like it was screaming. His guilt was eating him alive preventing him from forming any type of thought.

"I had to watch the person I loved the most erase me from their life and pretend that everything we built together was a lie." my voice continued to weaken as the pain infiltrated every inch of my chest. "All of it wasn't a mistake Kakashi... It was a choice."

His puffy red eyes peered up to mine, desperately looking for any sign of sympathy. His heart was rattling in his chest, trying to find the right words to say to me.

"I was scared y/n. I was scared that if you got too close that you would end up hurt just like everyone else I lost in my life. I was trying to protect you-"

I didnt even let him finish before I pulled him off of me. My raging eyes glaring down to him as I crossed my arms. Even though I was infuriated, deep down I wanted to hold him and tell him that it was all going to be okay but I couldn't. I spent months trying to heal and build back my confidence, only for it to come crashing down the moment I saw him in my door way.

"You've always been scared Kakashi, I knew that about you way before we even said I love you. Even when you tried to push me away I was always there to catch the pieces and put them back together." I could see the muscles in his jaw tense at my words, letting his tears continue to fall from his eyes.

"Kakashi I know you regret everything. I know that you still feel the same pain I do. But I also know that you are only here to mend the ache you have in your heart, hoping that I can make it go away. But I can't do that. I am not that weak person anymore."

The anxiety built up in his chest, making him feel like he couldn't breath. The only sliver of hope he had fell apart in front of him, leaving his heavy heart to slip into the numbness of his mind.

It wasnt till I felt his grip tighten slightly that I realized how hard he was trying to make things right. He inhaled deeply, gathering all the strength he could before he continued.

"I know I hurt you in more ways than I could count. I know I am a shitty person. But I also know that somewhere deep in your heart you were hoping to see me again. Somewhere deep in your soul you knew that your heart belonged to me and that I belonged to you. Thats why you let me in, thats why you held onto the ring, thats why you're still here in front of me." His tone left me paralyzed, watching as he stood up from the floor.

His hand slowly began removing the mask from his face as he got closer. My eyes darted towards his lips, admiring them as they hover over my face. All I could think about was tasting them one more time. Tingles traveled all the way down my spine, filling my stomach with butterflies.

As much as I was trying to deny it, I knew he was right. I still love him. Even after spending months apart, I held onto his ring. His stupid ring that made me smile more than anything in this world. It was the only sign I received that proved his love was real for me, and I held onto it dearly.

His hand reached for my left hand, slowly lifting it up to his chest. His other hand slowly slid the ring back onto my finger before kissing the back of my hand.

I could feel my blood rushing to my cheeks when I saw the ring back on my finger. It almost felt as good as it did the first time. My heart began pounding out of my chest when my eyes lifted to meet his. He was still crying, but not from fear.

But from love.

" I fucking hate you" I wept holding onto his hand even tighter while I lean my head onto his chest. The beating of his heart echoed in my head, turning down the volume from all of my painful thoughts.

His arms wrapped around me bringing me closer as his lips planted firmly against the top of my head. I could hear him sigh in relief the moment he was able to hold me in his arms.

"I know, I hate me too. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try to fix the best thing that has ever happened to me." He peeled me away from his chest so that the only thing I could pay attention to was the yearning in his eyes. The corner of his lips curled, filling in the absence I felt inside my heart. "I love you, more than anything in this world. And I am so sorry it took me this long to figure it out. Even if you choose to never speak to me again just know I will fight for you everyday like you fought for me, even if it means I have to fight for the rest of my life."

He pulled me in to him, planting his soft lips onto mine. Fireworks ignited in my heart as the feeling of his tongue found its way into my mouth. My arms found refuge around his neck letting my fingers run though the locks of his hair.

Kissing him felt like home, something I haven't felt in a while. It was like a high that I never wanted to come down from.

His hands traveled from my waist to the the backs of my thighs, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around him. I couldn't control myself. It was like everything melted way at the touch of his lips. Every part of my body ached for him. It felt like fire was burning in the pit of my stomach, burning away at the darkness that surrounded me when I couldn't be with him.

He placed me on top of the counter, letting his bulging erection rest between my legs. My hands curled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head before tossing it onto the floor. The pads of my fingers caressed his chest, feeling the warmth that radiated from his skin.

Our mouths kept dancing with one another, letting the music from our lips play throughout the room. The tension between us kept heating up, making him rip my shirt off of my body to further press his chest against mine. My breast bulge out of the cups of my bra, hardening the erection he had between my legs.

His lips grazed my face until they met the nape of my neck. His teeth bite on me softly before sucking on my skin. I could feel my walls tighten, like they were desperate to feel him inside. A moan escaped from my tongue causing the corner of his lips curl. It was like music to his ears.

It was a sound he could never get enough of. I know he has slept with plenty of women, but something about the way my lips would sing his name made him absolutely numb. Like he was getting high off of it.

His fingers slide under the straps of my bra, dropping them off of my shoulders. His teeth detached from my skin as his lips grazed down my chest. His right arm reached around to my back, unclasping my bra, watching it as it falls onto my lap. His lips wasted no time, finding their way to my nipples.

My toes curl the moment his teeth bite onto my sensitive bud, gasping from the vibrating wave of arousal that traveled down to my core. My back begins to arch, moaning again at his touch. He peered up to look at me, flashing a sinister smile I knew too well.

It was a smile that always led me into trouble. One that would always leave a scar on my heart. The memories start flooding back into my mind, remembering every time the same troubling smile left me vulnerable and weak. I pushed him away from me, bringing my bra back to my chest, looping the straps back over my shoulder.

How could I be so foolish?

"NO! I told you I am not weak anymore!" I shouted, jumping off the counter. "You can't do this to me any more! I deserve better!"

I bend down to reach for my shirt just before I tried to storm off. He caught me before I could, gripping me around my hips before pulling me back into him. His chest rested against my back making enough room for his erection to rest along my ass. I could feel the tension from his heated breath against my shoulder as his arms wrap tighter around my waist.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He whispered into my ear, letting the silence coat the room once more. "I'll stop. I'll do what ever you need me to do."

I stood in silence in his arms, letting his voice linger in my mind. The desperation in his voice was sincere, making my mind wander at a million miles per hour. He stayed there with me, just breathing in the sweet scent of my floral perfume. I could feel his heart beat against my back, increasing as each second passes by.

"I'm scared Kakashi." I whispered under my breath, looking down to my torn shirt.

He nuzzled his head into my neck as his arms gripped me tighter around my waist. I could feel a tear drip onto my back as he whispered "I know"

Truth be told he was scared too. Not because he was afraid I wouldn’t give him another chance, but because he was afraid he would hurt me all over again. It terrified him.

When Kakashi gets sucked into the infinite darkness that he has in his heart, he loses every sense of control. He starts to lose touch with others, binge on his bad habits, and overall drown in his own depths of hell. Over the years he grew to hate a lot of things but none of them compared to the hate he had for himself.

When he met me it all changed. The agony that haunted him for years disappeared the moment he found me in his arms. Like I was shielding him from the constant pain he felt stabbing through his heart. He felt warmth, comfort, and love.

It was terrifying. What would you do if everyone you ever loved fell to the same fate?

Death.

Sorrow.

Pain.

To him, loving me from far became the only option. He knew that the moment I was no longer able to breath that he would do anything to stop breathing too. He would slip into the darkness and let it control what ever it wanted. It was an unfathomable pain the he would never be able to overcome.

The silence was thick in the kitchen, standing there, letting our beating hearts melt in each others arms.

"Why did you do it?" I asked quietly, listening to his whimpering breath.

He took a long pause, letting his tears drip onto my back, squeezing me harder.

"When I left I thought I was doing the right thing. When things got dark I couldn't control myself and because of that I kept putting you through hell. I found myself lashing out at you and hurting you until you bled. It scared me. After that incident I was trying to find ways to end my life because I couldn't be the person to hurt you anymore. Yet through it all you still found the courage to love me. You were right when you said you deserve better than me." His hands turned me around to face him, watching the tears still fall from his eyes.

"But I was never able fully leave you. I never kept my eyes off of you. I would watch over you while you worked, while you slept, even when you went out with your friends. I was hoping that over time you would heal yourself and move on, but then I realized that it was me who had to heal."

He reached for my hands and raised them above his shoulder, pulling me in closer to his lips. My fingers find their home twirled around the locks of his silver hair. His bulge pressed firmly against my stomach while his hands held me in place.

"No matter what other men had to offer, I knew you were still looking for a piece of me in them."

Everything I did around him was instinctual. My nipples would harden at the sight of his smile, my pussy would throb when he licked those lips. Everything becomes hazy and the only thing I could think about his throbbing length filling me until I'm full.

His hand grasped onto to my hair, pulling it back until I am showing him my neck. I could feel my inner lips become wetter, dampening the center of my thong. I bite onto my bottom lip, electrifying the beast in him. He stared at my skin growing hungrier for the taste of my skin.

His soft kisses traveled from the nape of my neck to my earlobe, sucking on it softly sending goosebumps along my skin. He pulled back slightly with his lips hovering over my earlobe.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you fuck these other men? Knowing that no one can make you feel the way I can. "

His hand slipped under my skirt causing me to gasp. His finger traveled up between my legs until it reached the hem of my underwear. He grazed his finger to the center of my clothes slit, feeling the pool of nectar collecting in my thong.

"I haven't even played with you yet and look at how wet you get for me."

I am whimpering at his touch, feeling myself get wetter by the second. I pullled him into me, letting my tongue slip passed his lips. Heat was traveling through my body at lightning speed, sending shockwaves of arousal to every cell in my body.

I felt the tips of his fingers grip onto me tighter as if he was afraid I would disappear. His groin growing stiffer ever second that he couldn't be inside me.

He moved his finger away from the crevice of my pussy and placed it back on my ass. I could feel him grip me softly when he bites down on my lower lips casing me to moan. My gaze came back to his lustful eyes, losing complete control of my body.

Everything cell in my body wanted to take on more. As much as I wanted to be strong for myself I was weak when it came to Kakashi. He was my kryptonite and I was his. We were like magnets.

Everybody hated that I was with him, but being without him was something that I hated even more. For others he is difficult to understand but for me he made sense. WE made sense.

"Kakashi-" I moaned, begging him to bend me over and fuck me until I could barely walk.

He smiled as he pressed against my lips, feeling his pre-cum coat the tip of his dick. His insatiable hunger for the warmth of my cunt woke up the beast inside him, lifting me up and slamming me back into the pantry door.

His hands reached under my skirt, pulling at the waistband of my thong. The muscles in his body begin to tense up like an animal that is ready to pounce on its prey, but he suddenly pulled himself away.

"I'm sorry," He quickly steps back scratching his scalp with the tips of his fingers. "I-I didnt mean-"

I quickly grab him by his collar, pulling him closer to my lips.

"I need you Kakashi"

His face flushed red, widening his eyes as he looks at his desperate ex. He smiled, wiping away some of the dried tears I have on my face. He lifted me up by my chin, pecking my on the lips before pulling away from me again.

"I promised you I wouldn't" His hands interlocked with my mine, staring passionately into my eyes. "Trust me I would love to feel you cum all over my dick, but you becoming my wife means so much more to me."

He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead before putting his shirt back on. My mouth stayed parted, taken back by Kakashi's actions as he prepares to walk out of the door.

He smiled at me again as he lifted his mask back over his nose. I could feel my cheeks blush, falling back in love with the man I needed the most. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Kakashi!" I stopped him just before he stepped out of my doorway.

His gaze came back towards me causing my heart to explode out of my chest. I could tell that his eyes weren't as sad as they were before. They were glistening with joy listening to me singing his name.

"Come back to me, okay?" I asked him softly, feeling the butterflies travel to my throat.

His eyes widened with hope and excitement. Like no darkness existed in his heart anymore. Even through his mask I could see that he was smiling from ear to ear. It was enough to make me melt.

"I promise."

#kakashi #fluff and smutt #fem reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi fic #x reader #female reader #naruto fanfiction #kakashi fanfiction

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owlsbride · 10 months

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The City That Never Sleeps

After a long and weird fight in the outskirts of Konoha, Kakashi finds himself fighting for his life and his students’ s. But as usual, in Kakashi’s life the unexpected could happened and after facing a fear from the past, he has a decision to make. Burn the roots or safe his kids. Choosing is easy, even if everything tuns up in a big blast and in an alley in a city that doesn’t belong to them and it doesn’t seem very friendly. Would Kakashi and his beloved team 7 find somebody who could help? New York can be exiting, but will they be able to make it there?

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Chapter I and II up, in the one that we meet our original character Clementina.

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Random NSFW Headcanons That Aren't Always Canon || Naruto characters x reader 1

A/n : So 2 nights ago I dreamed about being fucked by Yamato in a swimming pool and it gave me this idea 😂

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : NSFW, penetrative sex, riding, fingering, edging, overstimulation, use of Genjutsu and jutsus, cunnilingus, voyeurism, treesome or more, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1257

Yamato : One day while you were going hard at it, his hips harshly trusting into yours, his forehead on yours. Your heard him whisper a quiet and breathless "Mokuton" and in an instant you felt him literally grow inside of you. It was a funny experience, to do again :') ( seriously I think there is a 27 % chance for that to happen lmao but he is too shy )

Kakashi Hatake : Thanks to his intensive reading of Icha Icha he knows that the clitoris is the most erogenous part of the female body. With your many sexy times he realized the truth of the words of the Toad Sage. An idea passed through his mind and he activated Chidori on his finger in a very diminished way and put it where you needed it the most. That time you squirted, you were lucky because he was thirsty ( too much ptsd, 0 % chance or even - 20³ % of it happening )

Iruka Umino : Bro is going to ask you some simple questions concerning the techniques or the ninja knowledges of very basic level and if you don't answer he won't let you come, knowledges or edging which one will you choose ? I hope you learned your lessons ( mmh I think he is a too nice boy but who knows ? 48 % chance )

Naruto Uzumaki : Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu. Yes it's only 4 words and I'll leave you with that or should I say with them 👀 ( hyperactive boy with crazy ideas, 65 % chance )

Sasuke Uchiha : If he feels that the world around him is not going the way he decides it should, it's very possible that when he goes back to your house, and then into you. He uses Genjutsu to make sure that everything goes the way he wants ( a great need to feel in control but will never go against your will, 30 % chance )

Itachi Uchiha : He is very good at throwing kunai, thanks to his precision but also to his strenght. And he trains his fingers in a very simple way, spread your legs and you will know. He always has his fingers in your pussy, wiggling them against that spongy part that makes you squirm in his arms. You laugh and tell him that he will end up with pruned fingers, and most of the time that's what happens. You end up being very sensitive but also you will feel like something is missing if he doesn't have his fingers in you ( he loves you and will do anything for you even the things he finds embarrassing, 70 % chance if you can get him to loosen up )

Minato Namikaze : He is called the Yellow Lightning of Konoha for a reason. Even if teleportation plays a big part in it, he is still a very fast boy. And your pussy knows this more than any enemy he has faced. Once you told him to go faster and it triggered something in him, you don't know if it's good or bad for your walking ability ( he is a horny-kage, 90 % chance )

Neji Hyuga : He is not a pervert but with you it's different. He uses his Byakugan to see what underwear you are wearing no matter where you are as long as you are within his eye range. But he also uses his eyes to see your orgasm building inside of you and to test your stamina before cumming ( the second one is more probable than the first one but who knows he might be curious shrugs, 68% chance )

Shikamaru Nara : One time he fucks you and the next time you see him backing up and making his signs announcing the mood he's in today, before feeling a hold on your wrists or legs "Shadow Possession Jutsu now complete" ( if there was a canon hentai version of Naruto this will surely be in, 95 % chance )

Inoichi Yamanaka : He uses his psychic abilities to communicate to you his indiscrete thoughts during the day or at night when he just came back from work "Hey Y/n I just got back would you help me if I were to tell you I was hard" or "I'll be waiting for you in the bathtub" ( only if he's sure that no one else can hear him, 55 % chance )

Orochimaru : This is something that can really happen. He had a lot of sex with you and he noticed that you tend to prefer big dicks. So before changing bodies he makes sure that the man has a dick that you might like, wide enough and a bit curved upwards before reincarnating into him so that the next time he can fuck you properly. You deserve the best you're his Queen after all ( 90% chance if he is in love with you )

Hidan : Period you said ? ( sorry that may be gross for some people but for him it's a 100% chance 😭 )

Sasori : He will let you ride him but only on the condition that he uses his Puppet Technique and attach his chakra strings to you and make you move on his dick as he pleases ( you are the "poppet" he cherishes the most, 100% chance too ! )

Deidara : It's not a surprise for anyone, but if his mouth can taste you why not his hands ? Just imagine 3 tongues for a pussy you ?!? - he also has a mouth on his chest but let's not talk about it ( an orgasm is an explosion right ? so he's in to make it happen as much as possible, 100 % chance too I'm on a row )

Genma : This boy with his fucking shit eating grin and his fucking senbon that he has fun to pass on your body leaving shivers in his trail. He even passes it on your most sensitive points of your body like the sweal of your breasts or your clit ( do you know someone hornier than him ?!?, 99 % if not 100 % chance )

Utakata : One day he caught you touching yourself and he probably didn't take it well because he locked your hands in your bubbles for 2 weeks and refused to touch you. He let you go out to work with it ( ughh he really can be a pain in the ass but would he do it ?, 12 % chance )

Gaara : He has a very strong tendency to put your pleasure and well-being before his own. In itself it could be good but he treats you like porcelain and it impacts a lot in his own well being, because he simply doesn't care about it ( is there anything more canon than that ?, 100 % chance)

Rock Lee : He likes to train, he likes you and he likes to make you feel good. Anyway one day he decided to do the headstand above you and he did reverse pushups, his mouth arrived at the level of your clit and he flicked it with his tongue until you came and he started doing reverse pushups again until you caught your breath again and he did it again... for 4h30 ( he is always in the excess and the extravagance, 37 % chance )

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍋🍽 Again my requests are open 🔥💚

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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delirious-donna · 3 months

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Soft [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on some thoughts I had after seeing this beautiful art of Mr Hatake looking a little more soft in physique.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: self ship coded, established relationship with mentions of marriage and a child, rokudaime Kakashi au, fluff, flirting, suggestive at best, body positivity, reader is assumed to be curvy

Kakashi is a strong man. He always has been and probably always will, if he has any say in the matter. However, gone are the days when the defined ridges of his abdominals could cut glass.

The dips of his Adonis belt are less pronounced, and his biceps are still large but not carved from marble as they were even five years ago. A lot had changed but that’s life, and in the end, contentment brought him here.

Gone were the days when he could work out for hours in the early morning, greeting the new day covered in sweat on his way to a much-needed shower before the working day began. Now he had responsibilities to tend to and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A wife to rouse from slumber, a hard task at the best of times, and a son to watch like a hawk as he propels through the house like a mini tornado with an eye for destruction. There were breakfasts to be made, lunches to be prepped, hair to be wrestled into some semblance of neatness and kisses to be shared. Wet kisses pressed messily to his cheek from his son as he heads out for work. Lingering kisses with his beloved that make him stay a few seconds longer just to taste you thoroughly.

Your love never wavered for the silver-haired shinobi, and even now as darker grey peppers throughout the messy strands, you still found them as enticing to run your fingers through as you always had. Age was especially kind to Kakashi, the lines around his eyes were from laughter and not stress and the weight of his responsibilities no longer dragged down his shoulders and slumped his spine.

It was amazing how easy it was to deal with the daily grind that accompanied his role when he knew he would return to the love and warmth that was his home. Everything was easier when love was in the mix, who knew?

So yes, he wasn’t as trim anymore. There was a slight pudge to his stomach and you could grab a good portion of his sides in the midst of being railed into the mattress, but fuck, was it sexy.

The silver hairs that formed his happy trail now extended higher towards his belly button and his butt hugged his sweatpants a little tighter and fuller than before. You had never shied away from the attraction you felt for him, but now it made Kakashi chuckle when you eyed him like some tasty treat to be devoured whole.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

“Damn right, I do. When did you start getting even more handsome? Should be criminal this late in life.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes narrowing at your teasing words and the insinuation that he was getting on in years. He was still in the prime of his life, far from past it and he’d remind you of that.

“Well…” he murmured against the shell of your ear. “You know how fond I am of your softness.” Kakashi trailed his calloused fingertips over the gentle swell of your stomach, stopping to massage your hips and waist. “Thought you’d like to snuggle with someone a little less unyielding.”

How quickly your hands wandered across the expanse of his strong abdomen, a fingertip tracing the muscles. A familiar melody forced his eyelids to droop low, the hum in your throat as enchanting as the very first time he heard it.

You took your time in exploring a body you were intimately familiar with, pawing at him like the needy feline you always were until two strong arms banded around your waist.

“I might be a little more soft, but I’m still the man you fell for and I can still carry you to the bedroom with ease.”

Your chin dipped in agreement, gaze lifting to meet the desire swirling in his charcoal eyes. “Your heart has always been soft, Kakashi, whether you knew it or not. Your body simply matches it now and I’ll love you no matter what shape you take.”

#delirious writes #kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake

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msuchiha · 1 year

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YANDERE ANIME CHARACTERS X Female!READER!

Auther note - my simp ass just had this thought of making a yandere headcanons hehe!(^～^;)ゞ

Warning:- Dark themes, Mention of abuse, Female Reader , Random anime characters!

Kisuke Urahara :-

• You two met when you and Rukia went to get Rukia's order.

• Since you and Rukia gave your power to Ichigo it makes easier for him to kidnap you.

• He usually calls you ‘Doll’ and ‘Baby girl’.

• He manages to convince you that he just wants the best for you.

• You eventually warmed up to him and started loving him back.

• He usually watches Disney movies with you, your favourite one is the lion king.

• He doesn't lock you up in room, but stalks you when he's even a little suspicious.

• When someone tries to flirt with you they ‘Mysteriously’ disappear next day.

Hisoka Morow:-

• I feel like hisoka would be a possesive and obsessive yandere.

• Also, i don't think he would hit his darling unless he just snapped or got too mad at her escape attempts.

• If he has you locked up, no one could ever save you even gon or killua can't save you.

• You'd have to eventually accept your fate.

• Once you accept his love, he would let you have some more freedom but will never let you out by yourself.

Kakashi Hatake:-

• Kakashi is a possesive yandere.

• Even after being so possesive, he would NEVER EVER hit his darling.

• Because he has lost so many people's in his life, he would do almost anything or everything to protect you.

• He'd definitely keep you locked up in your house because liks he said “It's for your own good” (ofcourse you're hokage's darling)

• He will never force his love on you (he's a sweet yandere afterall).

• You'll eventually fall in love with his sweetness.

Kai Chisaki (Overhoul):-

• Super possesive (You already know lol).

• He may even hit his S/o if she try to escape. She tried to climp the window? Well, she better run!

• She and Eri would also get close, like mother and daughter.

• When the hero's went to save Eri, they'd tried to save you as well.

• During the battle vs hero's, he'd try to save you more than he'd try to save Eri.

• During his stay in the tartus he'd only think about you and only you.

• If he escapes, you better run because he will do anything to find you.

Light Yagami (Kira):-

• He'd kidnap you after a week or two of knowing you.

• He'd do anything he can to make sure L and Misa don't find out who you are.

• When you first saw him, you thought there is no way in hell that he's kira, but after knowing him better you realised that he was the mastermind behind all the murders.

• He'll be most possesive of them all, trust me!

• He keeps you on his basement and checks on you every day.

• He says he is only doing it to keep you safe.

• He whispers words like “I love you Y/n” Or “You'll soon fall for me too”. (Well, he isn't wrong, is he?)

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sunstaar · 2 years

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This is Home

Kakashi Hatake x fem!OC

Word Count: 5k art commissioned from the talented @kankuroplease !

Ao3

Summary: Kakashi now knew that after so many years of yearning for it, he finally found home.

Underneath Fuyumi’s fingertips, the juice flowing out of the sweet watermelon felt sticky each time her newly sharpened knife cut through its wet flesh. Occasionally, some of the watermelon seeds buried within it fell out of the deep red and right onto her white kitchen counter. By now, the previously pristine white had been stained by variations of the same soft pink and red of the watermelon, leaving behind splotches of it practically everywhere. Even her fingers which were holding the knife steadily had dots of pink and red all over them and grew sticky over time, almost as if they were attached to the handle of the knife by now. With her right hand, she went ahead and placed the neatly cut pieces of watermelon into one of her favorite bowls: one in a soft shade of beige and decorated with small silhouettes of various dogs decorating it (or ninken, as Kakashi liked to refer to them).

Once Fuyumi cut the last piece of the watermelon and made sure that she used up the fruit to its full extent, she first stored away the remainder of the green rind so that later it could land in the compost. Then, she began to thoroughly clean the knife she had just been using and her workspace, the smell of her cleaning products slightly stinging in her nose. In response, she ruffled it and almost let out a sneeze, one she luckily managed to keep in. Lastly, Fuyumi washed her hands and spent most time to get rid of the red staining underneath her fingers, ‘a natural nail polish’, as her friend Anko would comment with a laugh.

At the mere thought of what the purple-haired would say, Fuyumi also had to laugh. A day with Anko would never be a boring one, that was what she had learned after over a decade of friendship with the other woman. Save for the borderline offensive teasing Anko subjected her to, Fuyumi could not remember a single day on which she ever regretted their friendship. There was also the fact that she owed Anko a lot, such as that without her best friend, Fuyumi’s relationship with a certain silver-haired would have most likely remained more of a dream than coming closer to reality.

(Fuyumi theorized that at one point, Anko became fed up with the constant whining of both of her lovesick teammates, which led her to push at least one of them into a relationship with their target of affection. Not that Fuyumi could ever blame her for that.)

With a loud snap, she attached the matching beige lid to her bowl and closed it. Once, she turned it around and onto its head to make sure nothing would fall out, and lucky for her, the lid did not even budge a little. Then Fuyumi repeated the same process for the collection of other bowls placed all over her counter and kitchen table. They were bowls with various animals decorating them, such as mice, turtles, cats, and her personal favorites, small white snakes standing out against the shiny black surface of the bowl filled with cut and washed strawberries.

As she looked at her collection of bowls and the food stored within them, Fuyumi could not help but feel rather proud of herself. With her hands resting on her hips, she took a good look at her work before her gaze traveled over to the clock hanging on her wall, reminding her that there was little time left before Kakashi would come to pick her up for their date.

There was only packing everything left, and that shouldn’t take up much of her time.

On her kitchen table stood a picnic basket, delicately woven out of wicker and decorated with a red and white checkered lining at the lid, waiting to be filled with all the goods she spent so long preparing. It had been a well-thought-out gift of her mother’s, ‘a housewarming gift’, as the elderly woman had called it.

First went into the basket the miso soup Fuyumi had cooked the day before as an extra safety precaution she took, just to make sure that she would not mess this up. While the eggplant did look quite awkward and even miserable swimming in the soup, it couldn’t be denied that she did her best, despite her lack of cooking skill. Just to be sure, she checked the lid of the container once more and also the sides, noting how earlier she had heated it up to a temperature warm enough to be eaten later.

The various fruits she had cut up into bite-size pieces followed within their respective bowls, all sealed off with a matching lid. With the same precision she always dedicated to a round of Jenga, Fuyumi began stacking the many bowls on top of each other within the basket, making sure that none of them would topple over in case she tripped along the way. That also meant that tissues of various colors were stuffed in between the bowls to keep them from clanking against each other. While that made her little construction look messier than it did before, the safety hazard it posed did reduce.

Satisfied with her stacking, Fuyumi closed the lid of the basket and adjusted the cherry red bow attached to the lining of it to give it a fuller appearance. Even more satisfaction began piling up within her at the sight of her finished work, so much so that Fuyumi couldn’t stop herself from smiling widely.

To say she was excited would be a major understatement. She was so much so excited that as soon as the sound of her doorbell echoed through her apartment, she bolted out of her kitchen and toward the front door. Halfway, however, Fuyumi managed to regain most of her composure and slowed down to take the time to adjust the dress she wore and tighten her ponytail nervously. One last time, she checked herself and her appearance in the mirror hanging by the front door and once she confirmed it to be alright, she pulled open the door to see Kakashi standing on her doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Fuyumi’s smile from before bloomed on her features again. “Kakashi! Hello!”

“You sound like you’re surprised to see me.” Kakashi mused with a smile visible from underneath his mask. Just as visible was the smallest hint of a flush peaking out from underneath it.

“I’m surprised you aren’t late.” She teased.

“To meet up with you? Never.”

Smooth fucker, Fuyumi thought. There was barely anything that could make his wit falter.

“I’m flattered,” Major understatement there, based on how her cheeks were dusted pink. “and happy to see you.”

Kakashi had to clear his throat to regain his faux confident posture, his hands beginning to tremble the slightest bit as he held out the bouquet to his girlfriend. “I bought these for you.”

Carefully, Fuyumi took the stunning bouquet of flowers into her hands, which accidentally brushed his in the process. Both of them were startled at the sudden contact, and she even murmured a quiet apology, immediately moving to cradle the bouquet closer to herself. Her skin felt hotter than it did before, and the bouquet grew heavier in her grasp.

Fuyumi looked down to marvel at the undeniable beauty of the bouquet gifted to her. Heliotropes stood out the most within the bouquet due to the sheer abundance of them to strengthen their meaning, perfectly complimented by thornless dark pink and red roses. Red, white, and pink camellias were sprinkled in between and further tied the work of art together into one message, one solely dedicated to the receiver of it. A message hidden within the language of the flowers, brought together by the soft green paper the bouquet was wrapped in and by a bow almost the exact shade as her eyes were.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” She said, removing her gaze from it to look her boyfriend in his open eye. It was then that she noticed that he wore an eye patch to cover his Sharingan eye when his hitai-ate wouldn’t. With a distinct design of the silhouette of a pug stitched into the right corner of it, she would recognize the handmade work anywhere. “Hey, that’s the eye patch my mom made for you!”

Kakashi nodded with a newfound glint of excitement in his charcoal eye. “You’re right, it is,” With his now free hand, he delicately touched the eye patch to adjust it for it to sit comfortably on his skin. “I like it too much not to wear it, pebbles.”

Fuyumi let out a groan. “I thought we were beyond that name by now.” How he managed to turn a name he used to use to tease her whenever she did something slightly idiotic to something he so smoothly used to refer to her with affection laced in his tone would always remain a mystery to her.

Insult turned term of endearment, as she had once joked. And while she would never admit it to anyone, especially not to Kakashi, it always had her feeling special and loved.

He shook his head with a smile. “I think it’s adorable and it fits you quite well, my pebble.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Fuyumi raised her free hand in mock surrender and let out a small laugh as she took a step backward into her apartment. “How about you let me place the beautiful flowers you got me into a vase first, and then I’ll be back with you then. I wouldn’t want them to dry out.”

Kakashi nodded.

Fuyumi was quick to turn around and hurry back into her apartment and right into her kitchen, where she knew several vases were hidden in somewhere in her lower cupboard. She didn’t want to keep Kakashi waiting for too long, which was why in her hurry, she managed to almost knock over one of her vases while trying to grab a specific one.

“Shit.” Fuyumi cursed and breathed out heavily after she grabbed the vases before they could clank against one another loudly. Just her luck.

“Are you alright in there?” Kakashi called out from the doorstep of her apartment, worry lacing his tone.

Her forehead knocked against the cool marble counter for a moment as she took another breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “I’m fine!” She called out to him. “No need to worry!” Regardless of her saying that, she knew, he would worry anyway.

“You sure?” This time his voice came from much closer, and one look behind herself told Fuyumi that he was now standing in the doorway to her kitchen, his brows knitted into a furrow. With his arm, he leaned against the doorway and looked down at her with concern.

Fuyumi shot him a smile and held up both the bouquet of flowers and vase. “Just fine.” As she went to stand up, she almost toppled over, but quickly managed to regain her stability.

Kakashi, however, had been faster and now stood by her side, his hand placed on her arm as worry coursed through him. So clumsy, he thought. If he didn’t already have a mop of silver hair sitting atop his head, he would be growing strands of grey by now already.

“See, I’m fine.” Fuyumi grinned up at him before she wiggled her way out of his grasp.

“Sure you are.” He muttered underneath his breath, his open eye watching her carefully as she moved to fill up the vase with water.

“I always am.” Fuyumi sat as she adjusted the flowers in the vase. The flowers perfectly fit into the vase, so she noticed as she took a step backward. It was impossible for her not to marvel at the sight of them standing on her kitchen counter, highlighted by the rays of the sun shining through the window.

“I chose the flowers myself,” Kakashi confessed. “I wanted them to be more … special.” He hoped that didn’t ruin the bouquet for her.

Fuyumi turned to look at him with metaphorical hearts shining in her blue eyes. “I love them. Thank you.”

The silver-haired felt a bit taken aback, disbelief washing over his features. “You do?”

“Of course, I do. I’m not that superficial, Kakashi,” Fuyumi said with a scrunch of her nose. “You could have chosen the least matching flowers and I would still be happy. You put effort and thought into the bouquet, that matters to me.”

His heart fluttered at her words. “I’m glad you think so,” He extended his hand to her with a smile. “Shall we go, then?”

The smile on Fuyumi’s face left him breathless. “With pleasure,” With one hand she took the picnic basket and with the other his and squeezed it gently. “Lead the way.”

Even after having held Fuyumi’s hand countless times, Kakashi was sure that he would never get used to the shiver crawling down his spine as soon as their skin made contact with one another. He should expect it every time he intertwines their hands, but for some reason, her low body temperature caught him by surprise time and time again. With the sun shining down upon them, her frigid temperature was something he welcomed with a sigh.

“Using me as your personal freezer again, are you?” Fuyumi asked him with a cheeky smile. “Can’t say I blame you, it is rather hot today, even for me.”

Based on how the few other people roaming the streets wiped their forehead with a cotton cloth or the back of their hand, the heat was evidently affecting everyone in Konoha. For the village to get this warm was quite unusual and unexpected, seeing as barely anyone was prepared for such an increase in temperature.

Kakashi stole a glance at his girlfriend. “I just wanted to hold your hand, really. Your cold skin is just a benefit.”

Fuyumi let out a small giggle and squeezed his hand. “I also wanted your hand. The fact that I can help you cool down is a cool bonus.”

He couldn’t help but playfully roll his eyes at the pun she sneaked into her answer. “Is that so?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “With your mask, it must get hot sometimes.”

Almost shamefully, her eyes raked over his figure, taking in the way sweat was beginning to add a glow to his pale skin, defining the muscles he had gained after years of arduous training. The white shirt he decided to wear only did him and his physique favors, especially when combined with the pair of cotton shorts he wore. They only defined his equally strong legs more and gave them a more appealing look than they usually had.

The breath she sucked wasn’t missed by Kakashi, whose head snapped to fully look at her. “Wait, are you checking me out?”

“Maybe I am,” Fuyumi replied without an ounce of shame in her tone. “And what are you going to do about it, porcupine?”

“Ouch,” Teasingly, Kakashi placed his palm right above where his heart lay and looked at her with mock offense. “I thought you wouldn’t call me that anymore.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just too great not to use on the occasion,” Fuyumi laughed. “Think about it positively, you are my favorite porcupine of them all.”

He tapped his chin with his finger. “I’ll think about it. If you stop protesting against me calling you ‘pebbles’.”

She should have seen it coming, really. “I’m only agreeing because it’s you asking, Kakashi.”

Kakashi threw his head back in laughter, a sight his girlfriend could only describe as captivating. His visible eyes squeezed shut as he let out a throaty laugh and even wrapped one of his arms around his stomach. As he leaned his head forward again, however, the string of his eye patch snapped all of a sudden and fell onto the ground, right in front of his feet. His laughter stopped at the sight and so did his smile, his hand letting go of Fuyumi’s. He stared at the eye patch unmoving at first, his open eye growing wider with shock while his hand began to tremble. Then he bent down and picked the cloth up, only to stare at it with disappointment flickering in his eye.

“Kakashi …” Fuyumi began, unsure of what to say. Beside herself, she placed down her picnic basket.

“I didn’t mean to …” When Kakashi spoke, he almost sounded like a child who was disappointed in himself. By the furrow of his brow, Fuyumi could tell the incoming wave of blame, followed by the telltale downward tug of his lips.

She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. “Kakashi, it’s okay, it could have happened to anybody,” Gently, Fuyumi took the eye patch out of his hands into her own, removing her hand from his shoulder to pick the dirt off of the soft material. A bit of the pug’s face was covered in dirt as was the light fabric out of which the patch was made, but it was nothing that wasn’t fixable. “It can be fixed, I promise.”

He still appeared disappointed with himself. “But Chizue put so much effort into making it …” The guilt heaved up within him, especially since he could vividly remember how he had promised to take good care of the loving gift given to him.

“And she would do it again, she would be happy to, trust me,” Fuyumi glanced down at the eye patch again, her finger coming to touch the snapped string. “And she won’t mind fixing it, because then she knows that you’ve been wearing it. That will make her very happy to know,” She smiled at him again. “Or I can fix it.”

The worry that crossed his features told her everything she needed to know.

“I can sew, you know!” Fuyumi said with a faux scowl. She knew just how to wave her hand in an exaggerated motion that would cheer him up at least a little. “Just because I messed up a few stitches once, doesn’t mean I am a sewing disaster!”

Kakashi looked at her with a slightly raised brow and a hint of a smile forming on his face.

“I’ll give it to my mom, I swear,” Playfully and again, exaggerated, she rolled her eyes and smiled at him. With much caution, Fuyumi placed the eye patch into the little pocket sewn into her basket before she stood up again, facing him. “but I’m telling you, you are underestimating me and my skill.”

He let out a small laugh, mischief lingering in his gaze. “Sure I am.”

“You’ll see one of these days, Hatake,” She promised with a determined look. Then she bent down again to pick up the picnic basket. “but that day is not today, just so you know. Because first, we picnic.”

The white-haired held her hand out to her boyfriend, waiting for him to intertwine their hands again. Once he did with a small shiver, she tugged at it to lead him down the road and right to their designation.

“I’m joking, you know that I would wear the eye patch again if you repaired it, pebbles.” Kakashi leaned forward and tugged his mask downward within a second, allowing it to pool at his neck for a moment while he quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek before covering his face again. The cheeky grin he wore, however, could not be covered.

The skin he pressed a kiss upon took on a small flush instantly as Fuyumi held her breath in surprise. Then, she breathed out, “You’re too cheeky sometimes, did you know that?”

Mirth made the charcoal of his eye burn brighter. “No, I didn’t. But do tell me more about what you think of me.”

Seeing Kakashi smile was as though she were intoxicated by it. There was something about the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his cheeks moved upward that always had Fuyumi staring for a moment too long. His charcoal eyes would take on a new glow, one that made him appear so lively and carefree, especially when his muscles and back relaxed into a slight slouch that had become so familiar to her.

Not that she would ever tell him those things she noticed about him, so, Fuyumi shook her head. “Not in a million years.”

“I’ll wait, then.”

In the distance, Fuyumi could clearly see the destination of their date. On one of the many vast and green landscapes hidden in Konoha stood a large and presumably also a very old tree, one that casts a huge shadow across the landscape. When she had first found the spot, so far away from the constantly packed middle of the village, she had made sure to remember it for sunny days. It had come as no surprise that she had shown the place to Kakashi already, too excited to keep it to herself. To return to it with Kakashi by her side, time and time again, felt almost customary by now.

“You can wait while we eat all the food I prepared.”

A loud rumble came from Kakashi’s stomach as though called upon. Almost instantly, he turned away from his girlfriend with reddening cheeks and murmured an apology. Fuyumi on the other hand found it to be rather adorable.

With an almost exaggerated sigh, Fuyumi set the picnic basket down onto the grass and made sure that the moment she let it go, it wouldn’t tip over with all the food still inside.

“Kakashi, could you help me spread out the blanket, please?” Had her picnic blanket not already been in her basket, Fuyumi might have forgotten it back at home. As she held it one end of it out to her boyfriend, that did not matter much, though.

He was quick to lend a helping hand.

When they worked together, it was much easier to spread out the white and red checkered blanket evenly onto the grass than it was when either of them did the work alone. Neither of them could complain about the slight breeze created as they set it down. A good majority of the blanket lay underneath the shade of the tree, the occasional leaf falling down on it, meanwhile, some parts of it were hit by the harsh rays of the sun.

Next, Fuyumi began taking out all of her animal-themed bowls one by one, telling Kakashi about what she put into each one as she did so. Within the ones decorated with snakes, strawberries could be found, while the one with dogs held watermelon within. Grapes had found their way into the bowl with cats on it earlier that morning and apple she had cut into the bowl with silhouettes of bunnies.

And finally, as though it were a holy grail, Fuyumi held out the last bowl from the basket to Kakashi with a wide grin on her face. When he tilted his head at her in evident confusion, she proudly told him about how she had cooked some miso soup with eggplant specifically for him. “I couldn’t not cook it, it’s your favorite, after all.”

Kakashi carefully took the container, with pugs akin to Pakkun decorating it, into his hands and noted how warm it still was. “Did you cook it today?”

“Not exactly. I prepared it yesterday and heated it up today,” Fuyumi explained. In a quiet voice, she added: “I did my best so I hope it tastes at least decent.”

At the kind gesture, Kakashi could feel his heart beat against his chest from all the excitement he was feeling. With his charcoal eye, he peered down at the bowl before he opened it, careful not to spill any of the soup in the process. What he noticed immediately was the familiar smell of his favorite food intoxicating his sense of smell and almost leaving him drooling.

What he hadn’t noticed was Fuyumi standing up with doubt flashing across her face. When he finally did, the miso soup now put aside, his brows furrowed as he watched her inspect her flower-decorated dress.

“Wearing a white dress wasn’t the best decision,” Fuyumi commented with a nervous laugh, her gaze fixated on the now slightly green-stained ruffle of her long dress. She twirled around once in the dress to show Kakashi the back of it. “Is the back of the dress also stained?”

“A little bit.” Kakashi told her earnestly.

Her smile dropped noticeably, which had Kakashi’s heart aching at the sight of it. Immediately, he stood up from his position kneeling on the checkered blanket and made his way over to his girlfriend. While his one arm went to wrap around her waist to pull her closer, his hand resting on the small of her back, his other hand went to rest on her cheek, right above the scar dragging up from her jaw to the middle of her cheek. With a gentle pull, he pulled her closer to him, which had Fuyumi squealing in surprise.

Kakashi did not have to bend down much to whisper in her ear since their height difference was so minuscule. A shiver ran down her spine as his breath fanned over her ear. “Dirty or not dirty, I think you look gorgeous in it regardless.”

Fuyumi’s cheeks took on a shade of red she had not sported today. Sheepishly, she went to hide her face in the masked crook of his neck, but not without pressing a small kiss to it first. “Stop it, you liar.”

He let out a chuckle and took a step back, forcing her face to reemerge from her hiding spot. Again, he rested his hand on her cheek to have her look at him. “I would never lie to you about that, pebbles,” With his mask still on, he pressed a kiss to her other cheek. “Trust me, I think you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear.”

The embarrassment coursing through her began washing away and left Fuyumi bolder than before. Without having to stand up on her tiptoes, she leaned upward and pressed a kiss to the lower end of the scar where it met his black face mask. Then she pressed another above the spot and another, moving upward with each kiss she pressed to his scar. The last kiss landed right below his eyebrow, where she lingered a bit longer than on the other spots.

When she finally leaned away from the silver-haired beauty, Fuyumi felt entranced by the pair of charcoal and crimson eyes staring at her with so much affection. A large grin stretched across her lips at the sight. “I love you.”

Underneath his mask, Kakashi’s lips, too, spread into a wide grin as he looked down at his girlfriend. His Sharingan eye remained open to capture the sight that was her standing in his arms. To see her standing there sometimes felt like a fever dream to him. But there she was, her curly white hair tied up into a high ponytail with a cerulean hair tie, some strands falling into her face to frame it and her blue eyes perfectly. He couldn’t look away from how her pink lips looked so soft, almost stretching all the way to the scar on her cheek.

At that moment, he knew for sure.

His other arm went to also wrap around her waist, both of his hands intertwining on the small of her back. Similar to before, he tugged her body towards his, resulting in Fuyumi’s chest gently colliding with his, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders to settle comfortably against him. Then, much to her surprise, he tightened his grip around her and began to lift her upward, her feet completely losing contact with the ground.

Fuyumi let out a squeal at the feeling and secured her grip on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” She laughed.

Kakashi moved his face closer to hers and smiled at her as though she were the only one in his world, “Holding the woman I love. Isn’t that obvious?”

Her eyes widened at hearing the words and her grip on him loosed, disbelief washing over her. “You- what?”

He let out a chuckle and leaned even closer to her, their noses almost touching. In a hushed whisper between them, he repeated his statement, “I love you.” His Sharingan eye spun wildly, taking in the changes of her expression to never forget them.

Seeing how she smiled at him with so much affection in her gaze, he knew, was worth to forever remain in his memory. “I love you too.”

Kakashi’s smile only grew wider as he teased, “You might have mentioned that already.”

Fuyumi gently slapped his shoulder before she rested her hand on it again, a defiant glint in her eyes. “And I will mention it another thousand times if I want to.”

“I’m counting on it.” Kami, he could hear her speak those three words again and again for the rest of their lives and never tire of hearing them. Each time she would speak the words would feel like the first time she did, he could already tell.

“So am I,” Fuyumi told him earnestly, her gaze flickering down to his mask as she spoke, “Can I … kiss you?”

Kakashi nodded, feeling as though the right words to say got lost on his tongue.

He could vividly remember when he was younger, Kakashi’s father always used to tell him about how home was not a place, but rather the person who held his heart in their hands. As a child, he used to scoff at the mere idea of it and vehemently denied it, finding it too metaphorical to be true. How could a person be one’s home? That didn’t make sense, he had thought. Though, now, as he held Fuyumi so closely in his arms, her lips pressed against his unmasked ones, he could only confirm what he had been told years ago. Because Kakashi now knew that after so many years of yearning for it, he finally found home.

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