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[scarecrow-supremacy]

A/N: Oookieee, so I decided to start writing a new fic bc I have great ideas for a story line. Yet I can’t bring myself I writing an actual beginning. Like I’ve already written some random chapters, but I can’t do anything with them because they don’t really make much sense without the context of the rest of the fic/my ideas. Like this chapters is where the romance/actual x reader gets into actual action. Hopefully you get the gist of what the plot is, and aren’t confused as hell from this part. Sorry if it’s a bit long, it’s around 4.8k-ish words. Enjoy 💜

Hatake Kakashi wasn't one to celebrate his birthday.

He simply thought that they were foolish excuses to let loose and party. To Kakashi, birthdays were no reason to be happy and celebrate. They were just reminders of how long he had endured the pain of living. Each year marked another without the people he once held close in his heart. His father, his sensei, his teammates, and (y/n)...

The day that (y/n) gone on that horrible mission was his special day. The mission he was supposed to go on, but (y/n) filled in for because she wanted him to go celebrate with Gai and the others. So much for having the day of joy...Kakashi thought to himself mournfully.

With a great sigh, he grabbed the last of his belonging, shoving them in his mission pack. He'd promised to take his students out of a group mission for the day, but it had been mostly for selfish reasons. Kakashi had hoped that this would take his mind off of the weight in his soul, yet knowing that his efforts would be futile. The loss would never leave him, it would always follow him like a darned shadow. It would forever haunt him. There was not letting go of the horrors of his past.

Slowly, Kakashi strolled to the gates of Konoha to meet his kids, shoving his hands in his pockets as he mumbled a little tune under his breath. The dark cloudy sky and drizzling rain seemed to mirror how he felt inside.

Drip, drop. Drop, drop. Drop, drop.

Each raindrop fell upon the dirt paths of the town, dampening Kakashi's Jonin uniform. If only he'd gone on that mission, if only he hadn't let (y/n) take his place. If only so many things that happened hadn't. If only he felt whole again. He could feel the heavyweight of guilt on his shoulders, spreading pain throughout his body. Sure, Team 7 filled the void, but they could only do so much. If there is one thing I wish for, it is that these kids will grow up to be happy.

A soft smile played upon Kakashi's face as he approached the three teens. "KAKASHI-SENSEI!" His hyperactive blonde student, Uzumaki Naruto, yelled at him, "YOU'RE LATE-TTEBAYO!" He raised his fist in anger. Sakura glared at both Kakashi and Naruto, slapping the boy's back to calm him down. Off to the side stood Sasuke, his hands in his pockets as he briefly kicked the dirt and pebbles around him to form his clan's symbol. "Usuratonkachi," he grumbled at the group. To be honest, Kakashi did feel a little guilty about keeping the kids waiting for him. They were being held back just because he was wallowing in self-pity. And Kakashi felt ashamed of that; ordering his mind to push his thoughts further to the back of his mind.

Kotetsu and Izumo, guards of the gates, turned to the team and smiled in greeting. "The gate opening mechanism is broken, so we have to manually open the gates," they explained. "Heading out yet again, eh?" Kotetsu chuckled. "I thought you lot just came back from a mission. Ya leaving so soon?" Izumo asked. Naruto pumped his hand into the air, "Yeah! Dattebayo! It's only a C rank, but it'll be fun-ttebayo!"

He's a lot like you, eh Obito, Kakashi's mind wandered as he looked up at the clouded sky, a drop of rain fell upon his nose and slid down his mask. If only you, Minato-sensei, and Rin were here to see us in action. You would be proud.

But what about (y/n)? Part of Kakashi was surprised that he didn't think of her immediately. Did he still believe that she could've been alive? After the Hokage had told him that he'd lost contact with (y/n), Kakashi didn't know what to think. It had been 3,650 days since she left. 3,589 since she was supposed to come back. And 3,529 days since they fully lost contact. What were the chances she'd come back, alive or injured? Kakashi wanted to believe that she was still alive. Was that realistic?

"She's gone, Kakashi! You need to understand that!" He flashed back to when Asuma, Gai, and Kurenai had tried to slap some sense into him. Well actually, Kurenai had slapped him. "Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura gently tugged his sleeve, straining her arm up so her red umbrella would also cover his head. "Are you okay? You've been spacing out a lot lately." She whispered as she looked up at him.

"I'm fine, Rin," Kakashi weakly smiled, "It's nothing that you should worry about." Sakura flashed him a questioning look, "Rin?" Sucking the air, Kakashi's whole body tensed up, "Sorry." He looked away, turning his attention to the bickering Sasuke and Naruto. "Just a little mix-up, Sakura." He put on a fake smile, breaking up the boy's fight. "Let's go, shall we?"

"Alright! Shanaroo!"

"Dattebayo!"

Kotetsu and Izumo went to open the gates but stopped to exchange worrisome glances. "Someone just knocked from the other side of the gates. Which is weird because our list says that we shouldn't be expecting anybody." Izumo knit his eyebrows together. Kotetsu, who had been looking through a glass which allowed him to see the incomer, hastily urging Izumo to help him. "ANBU!" He had barked at his partner, "Bleeding! Dying, wounds, whatever! They need medical attention!" That had caught Kakashi's attention, he got ready to act as the guards opened up the gates, heaving on the rusted hinges. Yet he was not mentally prepared for what awaited on the other side of the grand doors.

There she stood. Uniform torn, stained and ripped up. The wakizashi sword that was strapped to her hip was blunt and scratched, the sheath dented. Skin scratched and bruised, wounds dripping with blood and gore. A long x shaped cut on the inner side of her left thigh. Gasping and choking for air, she started to wobble, blood dribbling down her limbs and stomach. The rain continued to fall, now hard and heavy; burning and searing the wounds of the lady. Yet she still managed to keep her face from wavering In an instant, Kakashi recognized who the woman was based on her cracked porcelain ANBU mask. (y/n).... "Sakura! Go alert the hospital. And you two boys, clear the way for Sakura so she can get there. Quickly!" Kakashi ordered them as he took the heavily wounded woman in his arms. Anger and fear coursed through Kakashi's veins as his heart thumped erratically. He could feel (y/n)'s body twitch in pain. "Izumo, go let Hokage-sama know that Ibara-hime has returned." Kakashi let out one last demand before zipping off to follow his kids.

"Kakashi..." (y/n) mumbled out his name, "Kakashi..." she shakily rose her hands up to gently cup his masked cheeks. "What is it?" He whispered, gently rubbing her skin through a torn patch of her ripped uniform. "Happy birthday, Hatake..." She softly breathed, her tight grip of Kakashi's chest loosened as her eyes dropped closed. Please don't die, (y/n)... I've waited all the fucking years. You aren't leaving me again. A tear formed in Kakashi's eye, flying off with the rain as he bolted towards the hospital. Stay with me a bit longer, will you?

"My sensei will be here any second with an ANBU woman in need of immediate medical attention!" Kakashi heard Sakura's voice quiver as he barged into the hospital. "I'm here, kids. Go to Gai-sensei and stay with him until I'm back." He quickly barked, flashing all of the nurses who flowed into the room a nervous look. "Please, help her. I'm begging you." He pleaded with the staff uncharacteristically. I need her to live. Need. "We do what we can, sir." One of the medic-nin nodded, putting (y/n)'s unconscious body onto the stretcher. If (y/n) lives, that would be the best birthday gift ever.

Kakashi jogged after the nurses and doctors, peering into the emergency clinic room through the window. "I'm sorry, Sir, but you won't be able to visit the lady until all the major injuries have been cleaned up and treated." A male nurse out his hand in his shoulder from behind. "But..! Okay..." Kakashi let out a sigh, "Isn't there any paperwork that needs to be filled out?"

The nurse shook his head, "The Hokage has come and is speaking to one of my colleagues about it. Don't worry about it. You won't have to take care of any of that." He tried to reassure the angsty shinobi, "The woman is part of the ANBU ranks, right? Her mask is of the uniform." Kakashi nodded his head, biting his lip inside of his mask, "Yeah...she is... but it's kinda complicated." The nurse raised his eyebrow but just shrugged. "Can I speak with the Hokage?" The Hatake requested. "Come this way," the other man sighed, leading him away.

Kakashi let out a deep and long sigh as he held (y/n)'s scraped hand in his gloved ones. He had been told by the same nurse from before that (y/n) was in a decent state to accept visitors, yet was still unconscious. He could tell that the nurse was hiding something from him, but he was too worried about (y/n) to give it a second thought. Hesitantly, he brought her hand to his masked lips, gently pressing them against the fabric. "Ya know, (y/n). After you left, I decided to give those goddamn books a try. And you're right, they are addictive. Thanks for the gift," Kakashi sadly chuckled before pausing for a moment.

"Those books, they helped me a lot. They helped me get through my days, just like you told me."

"They also helped me realize something. They helped me realize that I don't hate you. I don't want to hate, and I never should've."

"I've realized that I was such a dick to you at the beginning and that it was all my fault that our relationship became how it was. I regret it... So when you wake up again, I just want to start over again. Maybe not entirely, but just so that we can leave all the hate behind us. How does that sound?"

Kakashi stared at the sleeping (y/n), her chest heaving up and how slowly and rhythmically. It hurt him to see her like that, her skin swollen in the places of the stitches and anointed bruises. "Listen, (y/n). I'd never been able to tell this to you while you're conscious, so I might as well let it out now. I...I love you." Kakashi rightly shut his uncovered eye. "After feeling your loss, my dumbass self finally realized how much you are worth. After they pass on, you and the others were all I had left. But then you also left me, that hurt like hell." His tone started to break.

"Lord Hokage told me about the whole fake-death move, and I was relieved that you weren't gone for good. And then we lost contact, everybody assumed the mission had been finished, and your squad sacrificed your lives for it. I couldn't let the fact that you could be a dead sink in. It didn't feel right. Gai, Asuma, and Kurenai tried to get me out of another depression cycle. Kurenai even went to the lengths of quite literally slapping some sense into me." Kakashi played with a loose strand of (y/n)'s (h/c) hair.

The muscles of (y/n)'s hand twitched ever so slightly. Kakashi's drooping head snapped up; he'd almost fallen asleep in the chair. "(y/n)?" He murmured as her eyes started to flutter, "(y/n)?"

(y/n) chapped lip parted ever so slowly, taking a big breath of air, her (e/c) eyes squinting. "Hatake..?" She shakily managed to mumbled, her voice hoarse and dry. She tried to prop herself up on the bed, but Kakashi eased her back into her resting position. "Rest, (y/n), you're not ready to stress yourself yet." Kakashi to her, "I'll be back with a nurse and some water for you, alright?" (y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She simply looked down and nodded.

Moments later, Kakashi came back with the nurse and water. "Here," he carefully put the cup to her lip, gently tipping the cup, "Good." He turned to the nurse, who seemed to be scribbling something down from the little monitor to his clipboard. Kakashi's eyes followed the cord attached to it, to the long x shaped hash in (y/n)'s inner left thigh. What worried Kakashi was the anxious look on the nurse's face.

"(l/n)-san, your vitals are doing alright, but you'll have to stay here for a night or two just so that we can keep an eye on something's that may need monitoring." He curtly nodded his head, "Lord Hokage wished to speak to you. So, sir, that means you may have to leave."

Kakashi tried to reason with the other man, but (y/n) reached to weakly squeeze his thigh. "It's okay, Hatake. You can just drop by later." (y/n) tried to smile. "Fine," Kakashi grumbled, leaving the room and letting Hiruzen in.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hiruzen came back out. "How's (y/n)?" Kakashi asked him impatiently. The Hokage put his hand on Kakashi's shoulder as if trying to soothe him, "She'll be better soon. Don't worry, alright." The silver-haired shinobi let out a small grunt, "I know that she'll get better with time. But what about now?"

Kakashi knew that Hiruzen loved (y/n) almost like a daughter, he cared about her deeply. Hence the elaborate cover-ups to protect (y/n) and her squad on the unconventionally lengthy mission. The Hatake could see the sadness that had tried to be tucked away in the Sarutobi's eyes. "The main concern of the moment is the poison in the gash on her left thigh. The medic-nins have tried to extract as much of it as possible, and try to find something that will counteract the effects." The elderly man explained to him. "Did they find an antidote?" Kakashi questioned.

"That is where the problem lies," Hiruzen explained, "There is a certain medicinal herb that is used alongside a jutsu to nullify the effects, as the poison has traces of chakra. We have a few medics on hand who support the skill to perform the jutsu, but we don't have the plant. Even so, that won't be a permanent cure." Kakashi knit his eyebrows together, "How would it not be a perfect cure? Plus, since there are traces of chakra, could we possibly track down the person who created the poison and make them fess up on the cure?" He questioned.

"Great thinking, but..." Hiruzen groaned, "(y/n) said that they performed a self-destruction jutsu just after striking her. He probably thought that it would be in their best interest to take their secrets to the grave with them." Kakashi cursed under his breath, "Fuck... This is terrible."

Hiruzen nodded in agreement, "No duh."

Kakashi's head shot up, "Uh?!"

The elder man's eyes widened, "Did I use the term correctly?! I'm trying to pick up on the phrases the kids are using these days..."

Kakashi gritted his teeth, "Right idea of the meaning, I guess. But the context and timing...wasn't quite fit." Looking ever so slightly dejected, "Oh...alright." Smoothening out the wrinkles in his robe and putting in his cob pipe, "Kakashi, if you are going to stay here with (y/n), could you at least pick up some good food. The food in the hospital canteen is quite bland." Kakashi nodded his head and obliged, only to be stopped in his tracks by Hiruzen.

"Kakashi, I'd like to ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"What caused your change in actions towards (y/n) change so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've observed you two whilst you were in the ANBU together, and you never got along that well. And suddenly you act so attached to her, Kakashi. You don't need to answer. It's just that as your leader, I want to understand what is going on in the heads of some of my most trusted people." Hiruzen explained to Kakashi, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cob pipe.

Kakashi frowned from behind his mask, trying to figure out how to explain his change of feelings in a professional manner. "I think that after I was given the impression that she was gone, I noticed that I cared about her. It made me realize that I was wrong to not see how much she meant in my life." He tried, his voice fading off into a whisper. Hiruzen smiled and nodded, "You really are something else, Kakashi."

Kakashi silently strolled over to Ichiraku's to grab some takeout. The paper lanterns lit the nearly empty streets of Konoha, creating a soft and soothing ambiance. The smell of the rain and moisture still clung to the air, the dirt roads had muddy dampness to them. "Yo! Kakashi, my eternal rival!" A boisterous and friendly voice greeted the said man. "Hey, Gai," Kakashi responded, he noticed his students sitting alongside each other and gave them a quick wave and smile. Naruto and Lee were arguing about who'd get Sakura. Sakura insisted that Sasuke would come around in her favor. Sasuke was quietly eating his food. And Neji and Tenten were discussing a new sword they saw in the windowsill of a weaponry shop.

"I'll take two eggplant miso soups with brown rice noodles," Kakashi leaned over the counter space between Lee and Naruto to order his meal, also effectively stopping the argument. "Thanks, Ayame," he thanked the daughter of Teuchi, owner of the quaint place. "No problem, Kakashi-san!" She chirped.

"Kakashi?" Gai raised his brushy brow, "Your kids told me about what happened this morning..." Kakashi sighed and pulled him aside so that they were at a comfortable distance, "It was (y/n)..." he told his best friend, "She's back and in the hospital because she's not in good health at the moment. I just came here to pick up a meal for her." Kakashi watched as Gai's jaw dropped, "(Y/N) IS ALIVE!" He exclaimed a touch too loud for his eternal rival's taste, "CAN I MEET HER?!" Tears of youthful joy waterfalled down the jumpsuit-clad man's cheeks. "I'll see if you can come tomorrow, alright Gai." Gai smiled broadly, "This is very...unusual. Youthful, nonetheless!" He grinned.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his head and nodded, "I'm glad she's back..." he murmured barely loud enough for Gai to hear. Knowingly, Gai patted Kakashi's back. "Oh! Yeah! Happy birthday, my youthful rival!" He gently punched his comrade's shoulder. A smile formed on Kakashi's lips, "Thanks, Gai." He flashed his eccentric friend his signature close-eyed smile.

"I'll see you later."

"Bye, Kakashi! Have a good night!"

Knock knock, Kakashi rapt (y/n)'s door, "Can I come in?"

"Come in," (y/n) murmured, a small moan of pain escaping her lips, "Ouch..."

Kakashi quickly set the takeout on a little table, rushing to (y/n)'s side. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and helped her to the table. "I got us dinner because the food at the canteen isn't that good." He explained with a slight shrug. "Thanks, Hatake," a weak smile formed on her lips. The silvered-haired Jonin served them their meals. "Itadakimasu," they both mumbled.

Heavy tension filled the room as they ate in silence. (y/n) knew that Kakashi had his mask down, but didn't look up. "It's been a while..." Kakashi breathed, in hopes of hearing (y/n) speak, "Too long..." The kunoichi rested her forehead on her palm, "I- Yeah..." she mumbled, eyes growing classier by the second. So much for trying to start a conversation... Kakashi thought sadly as they resumed their meals without a word. The silence seemed to be killed him. Kami, it had been 10 goddamn years! 3650 days since he had gotten to talk to the woman. He missed her. Hell, he could even say that he missed all of their little spats. Hatake Kakashi missed everything about (y/n).

"I missed you..." was all Kakashi mumbled as he pushed his finished food away and pulled up his mask, "All these days, months, and years."

Hot tears slipped down (y/n)'s cheeks, forming a puddle on the table. "I-I came back be-because I didn't want-want to hurt you and the r-rest. Dying on passed down pain to the people who love you. I can't afford to c-carry the guilt of t-that." She mumbled shakily, "I promised to be back, a-and I held up the promise." Kakashi sadly smiled as he awkwardly reached under the table to gently caress (y/n)'s thigh.

"You care about others so much, but you should really take a moment to care about yourself, (y/n)." Kakashi scolded the injured kunoichi, "You had me scared for you; all those gashes and open wounds... You could've died," he knit his eyebrows together in worry. "Don't do that ever again."

(y/n)'s dull smile faltered as Kakashi spoke on, "Now you know how I felt when I saw you doing all those suicidal stunts back then on those missions. It was like you were in a hurry to die... I mean, I was too, but you did some seriously dumb shit," she giggled emptily. Kakashi sweat-dropped, "I see... I guess you are right..." (y/n) rolled her (e/c) eyes as the masked shinobi let out a drained sigh, "I'm always right, Hatake."

"Really, (l/n)? You've been through torturous pain, and you still act like a child." Kakashi groaned, "All these years..." (y/n) shot him a hard glare, "All these years and you still think you're in charge of me." He cast a confused look, "It's my duty to protect you, as a comrade." As a comrade... "I guess, but you're just annoying, Hatake," she huffed.

"I'm sorry about ruining your birthday with my arrival and stuff. I probably ruined your plans with those kids." (y/n) looked down, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them, "I could hear you guys through the gate; they seemed pumped about going out. I'm sorry, I didn't think about the flaws in my whole plan." Kakashi's head snapped up from its resting position on the table, "It's fine, they don't even know it's my birthday," he paused, "But you planned to come here? As in, today in particular. With all those injuries, (l/n), you should've just tried to take care of yourself. My birthday isn't as important as your health."

The (y/n) shook her head, "I was going to stay at a small village pretty far from here before finally coming home. I planned to just heal up there and see how things went from there. I even considered settling down there. But that just didn't feel right," (y/n) face set in a frown, "Once I realized that your birthday wasn't that far off, I decided that I couldn't stay and needed to come back. I doubted I would even live to be back. But here I am..." she said with a soft wince of pain. "It was terrible, I hated every second of it," Her (s/t) fingers made their way to the raw mark on her inner thigh, “I’d already lost so much; there was nothing for me to lose at that point.” Kakashi's face softened as he understood what she meant. (y/n) wasn't put in the mission alone, she had her team. They all must've been killed with time.

"Ouch!" (y/n) yelped as she let out a moan of pain, clenching the fabric of her hospital-issued pajama pants. “Shh..." Kakashi whispered into her ear, quickly leaning in to soothe her, "What's causing all this pain?" He asked with a frown as (y/n) bit her lip. "It's the thing in your thigh, right? Lord Hokage and the nurse told me a bit about it. But I still don't fully understand it and how it can't fully be cured."

(y/n) buried her face in her hands, "Oh..." She mumbled, "The poison can't de be removed because it's already been inside of me too long. And since it is laced with chakra, the properties of it aren't completely like normal poison." She blinked back the stinging agonizing tears in her eyes, "The herb that I need is just going to ease the effects in my body, whilst the jutsu will seal it from triggering anything that was layered in with the chakra." (y/n) explained. Kakashi could tell she was trying her hardest to keep her face straight, pushing back the pain and hurting inside. "The thing is–"

"What?" Kakashi asked the pained woman, his tone soft and soothing, "I can help if I know what's going on."

Warily, (y/n) agreed to speak on, "The place where the mission was stationed at was just underground of the nuke-nin outpost I was from. And the guy who poisonous me was one of the other kids' experiments were done on, along with me. He was a few years older than us, and his name was Hiroto Myoga. His parents were in owed debt to the rogues, they were forced into being test subjects until they died. Which left Hiroto in the nuke-nin's hands." She rubbed the temple of her head pushing away the images that sent a shiver down her spine, "Something similar had happened in the case of my parents and me. But unlike me, when the ANBU did the raid, Hiroto was snuck away just in time."

Kakashi's heart sank as he heard what she was telling him. (y/n) had never known much about her past, the damned curse seal had caused. “Since he was older than most of the other kids there, the nuke-nin's of the outpost decided that they needed to trust their information. It was all precautionary, just in case they were taken down. And that's just what happened. Hiroto was the one ordered to put memory restriction curse seals on us, the kids, before he fled to be underground, where the actual harm was being done. That meant that all this time Hiroto had been working in those old plans." (y/n) closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

With a subtle groan, Kakashi supported (y/n) up from the chair and rested her in her cot. "Don't stress yourself, (y/n). You can just tell me later; it's getting late anyway." He told her. "It's fine, Hatake. Letting this out helps me feel better." She reassured him.

"The ANBU caught wind of suspicious activity in that area and decided to send out a squad to go check out. I overheard Danzō arguing with Lord Hokage about it, and got interested. It was really dumb, but I just wanted to go to learn more about what happened in my past. I learned, but that can with lots of twists and turns. 10 years of going undercover..." (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes met Kakashi's single uncovered black one, "It wasn't long before Hiroto became suspicious of us, slowly narrowing the group down till it was just me." (y/n) took a deep breath and continued, "After Hiroto killed himself in our final fight, my curse seal was lifted. That's how I suddenly was able to remember all of the past. All of it."

A pit formed in Kakashi's stomach as he watched (y/n) cry in silence. He wanted to help her feel better, he really did. But he was afraid that he'd make things worse; dealing with feelings just wasn't his thing. "I'm here for you, (l/n). We've been through so much together, you've helped me through it all," Kakashi tried to reassure her, "It's my turn to look after you. Please, just don't cry." He reached out his hand to brush a tear-off of her streaked cheeks.

“Are you okay with me staying here for the night?" Kakashi asked (y/n) as they sat at the bay window, looking down upon the empty moonlit streets of Konoha. The soft light cast down by the moon seemed to make everything look beautiful, serene, and at peace. "(l/n)?" He asked again, turning to look back at her. A gentle smile played on Kakashi's lips as he saw that she'd fallen asleep. (y/n) had been through so much throughout the day, she not only deserved to rest for a long time but also needed to. "Good night, (y/n)..." he carefully lifted the sleeping beauty and placed her on the cot. Sitting back at the bay seat, Kakashi took in a deep breath. "I love you."

She's finally back.

She's finally home.

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Hey Veggie 💚 Could you do prompt 96 with a bit of angst. I’d like it to be SWF and ANBU!Kakashi x (ANBU if you want)!reader. Thankssss, ily and your writing 😝

A/N: HEYYY, Anon 💚

Sure! I’ll be glad to; and I’ll try to get it out as soon as possible with minimal crappiness 🥰 It’s a bit of a short one, but I hope it satisfies you, Anon dear.

More prompts from this list here

Previous prompt done, Prompt 5, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Prompt 96. “Here, let me.”

Angst-ish

SWF

ANBU!Kakashi x ANBU(gn)!reader

Relationship unspecified

Reader’s POV (3rd)

“Tadaima”

“Okaerinasai”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help, Kakashi?”

You asked softly, peaking your head past the bathroom door and to the bandages that wrapped Kakashi’s battle worn abdomen. You could hear the soft winces that escaped his lips as he slowly unwound the cloth. “I’m fine, (y/n). I can tend to myself.” He tried to reassure you, yet the tightness of his unmasked lips told you otherwise. No doubt, he was in great pain; just much to stubborn to admit it.

Rolling your eyes, you took his arm and lead him to the couch. “Just lay here. I’ll be back with stuff to tend to the wound.” Kakashi’s uncover eye locked with your (e/c) paid as he let out an annoyed grunt, “I’m fine, I can tend to my own wounds. I always have. This one is no different.” He said, trying to uphold the stoic expression that masked his hurt.

“That’s the thing, Kakashi. You always have looked after yourself, and so have I. So for once, let me look after you. Let someone care for you, Hatake. It’s for the better of you.” You said, forcing the silvered haired man to lay before you. “Good,” You murmured, your hands gliding across the course cloth that was to be unwound. A small gasp let you lips as you inspecting the deep and bloody gash that disturbed the flawlessness of his lower abdomen. Scarlet liquid spilled and caked around the area and soaked cloth. You could smell the metallic fumes fill your nose. “Are you sure you can handle this, (l/n)?” Kakashi questioned, to which you slowly nodded.

“Here, let me.”

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Arranged Love | Pt 1

Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!

In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan. 

Carefree.

Not a single trouble in your mind.

Happy and free... Yet something was on your mind...

It's been a while since they bugged you about a it.

"Tadaima!" You called out to your parents after a long week of hard Jounin missions. They sure were grueling, but you absolutely loved your job as a kunoichi of the Konohagakure no Sato. You lived for the thrill of protecting the dear place you called home with your life.

"Okaeri!" Your mother called out to you as you kicked off your shoes and put on some padded slippers, "Go wash up, dear! We are expecting a guest you'd like to meet soon." She added. Your shoulders slumped at what your mother had said. Like I want to be thrown into some lame arranged marriage, you thought to yourself bitterly. There goes my free will... You didn't want a basic arranged relationship. You wanted something that could rile you up, something that would add a splash of spice to your life. A simple friends with benefits relationship is what you wanted.

These days, it seemed like your parents were hell-bent on taking an initiative on advancing your love life. "You're growing older," They'd say, "It's high time you get married and have kids!" They'd go on and on, nagging you to no end, bringing random suitors in to have a chat. You had always managed to come up with some lame excuse, weaseling your way out of the situation. But that would only get your case so far...

With a great deep sigh, you brushed your soft (h/c) hair out of your face, making your way to your old room, stripping off your clothes, and preparing a warm shower for yourself. Humming away, you freshened up and got dressed once again, ready to greet your nth suitor. In full honesty, you were becoming sick and tired of that shit. "I'll just have to divorce this guy after we get married," You tried to reassure yourself. As if that's gonna be any good... I'll just be forced to remarry. “(y/n)! Are you ready yet? I don't want to keep that wonderful young man waiting." Your father knocked at your bedroom door. “Yes, Father. Just give me a moment." You grumbled, stashing away your dirty laundry, pulling your hitai-ate into your hair like a headband.

Walking down to the living room, you heard a familiar voice. A voice that created a pit in your stomach. "(y/n)..." They trailed off, "She's certainly an interesting woman." The man told your parents, a touch of negativity tainting his words.

"Oh, there you are, (y/n)! Have a seat. Kakashi-san is here to meet us." Your mother smiled sweetly, seemingly not being aware of the uncomfortable tension in the room. "We've decided that Kakashi-san is a perfect fit for you!" Perfect fit? Yeah, right... Your breath hitched as you walked into your parent's quaint little living room.

There he sat, Hatake Kakashi of the Sharingan, the man you despised due to past incidents. His single uncovered eye staring at you with his penetrating onyx gaze. Your own eyes snapped to meet Kakashi's gaze. You sent him a sugary-sweet smile that was laced with a sardonic drive. “Kon'nichiwa, Kakashi-kun." You bowed, trying to make the sarcasm in the honorific apparent. Your cheeks and neck felt like they were lit ablaze as you sat down and fiddled with the hem of your short navy skirt that bore your family insignia.

"Kon'nichiwa, (y/n)-chan." Kakashi replied with a close-eyed smile, yet he treated the honorific just like you did. With venom and distaste, resent and exasperation, "I'm here for your help to revive my clan." He simply stated, folding his hands in his lap. Of course, that's what the pervert wants.

Your mother clapped her hands in joy, "Great! I'm sure that (y/n) will help fulfill your needs as your future wife." She promised Kakashi, patting his hand gently, "How about you two go out tonight? You know, get some quality time together!" Your mouth went slack. Here you were...being forced into wedding Hatake Kakashi, the man whom you had disliked right from the get-go.

No choice...

No way out....

An interesting journey awaited you ahead.

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Arranged Love | Pt 4

Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!

In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan.

AO3 Chapter

Lime/Smut warning 

*Lime, but the next chapter will probably be smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

Infinite things I could hate about you

The way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick...

You counted the soft noises of the clock, knowing full well that your alarm clock was bound to go off at any moment now. You could have gotten up to start your day early, but you, quite frankly, lack the motivation to do so. Anyways, it was your day off. Being productive is highly overrated... You mentally uttered. Why get out of bed when you could cuddle with your plush lavender body-sized pillow all morning? You groaned, your actions making your further realize how friggen lonely you felt within. If only the pillow could have been a person...

You glared daggers at the rose gold engagement ring upon your finger. Technically, you really weren't lonely. Hell, there was a part of you that would have preferred to be alone again. Why him?! Annoyed thoughts swarmed your mind, keeping you from attaining proper relaxation. Of all people...Why him? You pulled your pillow closer to your chest, burying your face into the cool silken cover and squeezing it tightly. Why, why, why? Your mind paced. It wasn't that you were thinking about him, Hatake Kakashi, so much. It was how you thought about him that filled you up with despair.

New feelings...shining in a new light.

What is wrong with me?!

Your eyes traveled to your stomach, your diary still opened up to the page you were writing last night. The whole diary idea was Kurenai's, back when you were made jonin, around the age of 14. She knew you weren't the best with opening up to people. So to let out your pains, she had recommended writing about them. And in honesty, you were glad that you had decided to take her advice. Writing did make you feel better. Ranting out all of your troubles without any worries of being judged. As of these days, most of your entries were about Kakashi or how you wanted to relieve yourself. It's almost concerned you that you wrote about him so damn much. Just shove him aside!

"Urg!" Your groaned, gathering the willpower to get up from your blanket cocoon and take a nice and warm shower, "Sulking won't do any good..." With a sigh, you entered your kitchen, telling yourself that you'd shower after grabbing something to replenish your hunger. It was glaringly obvious that cooking wasn't your forte. In fact, you were absolutely horrendous at it. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you somehow managed to burn water while trying to boil it.  You, the woman dubbed Ibara-hime, the Thorn Princess, could not cook if your life depended on it.

After contemplating what you could make without burning your kitchen down, you simply made yourself a cup of your favorite herbal tea to energize your body. It wasn't much, but it helped wake you up.

Ding dong, the bell to your apartment rang. "Gimme a sec!" You called out the person, throwing on your flak jacket just for formalities. "Oh..." Your face fell, yet your stomach fluttered, "It's you–"

"Yeah, it's me," one Hatake Kakashi mocked the tone you had greeted him with, running his fingers through his silvery hair. You didn't want to think much of it, but his hair just looked so soft...

"What do ya want, Hatake?" You put your hands on your hips and pouted.

Kakashi groaned as he made himself welcome inside your quaint home, "I'm bored," He simply told you, plopping himself right in the middle of your couch. What a dick, you muttered, having to sit on a chair instead of the sofa. "Wahh..?" You whispered as Kakashi's eyes took in ever single bit of you. Your skin started to burn, although his gaze wasn't exactly giving off a positive vibe. "Stop eyeing me like that, Hatake." You mustered up the courage to spit out.

"Oi, it's not my fault," Kakashi sassed, "Take a look at what you're wearing, yariman." Slut, his deep and rich voice had called you.

Anger stirred up inside of you, along with embarrassment, causing your skin to feel as if it was on fire. You felt yourself get flustered as you looked down at your short skirt, which had rid up your legs, and lacy dark green bra that had been reveled by your unzipped vest. "O-oh!" You breathed, your hand going to zip up your flak jacket, yet was slapped away before you could. "What the hell, Hatake?" You flashed him a bewildered look.

Kakashi chuckled smugly, the smirk under his mask apparent, "Don't... I kinda like you dressed like this." He stated matter-of-factly.

"But you j-just," You stuttered out, "called me a..." you trailed off, averting you eyes. Urg, the audacity of this pervert, your inner self spoke. "Perverted idiot."

"Call me what you want," Kakashi grabbed your hand, "I'm your perverted idiot, forever." He laughed softly. Woah, he never acts like this...

"Did somebody drug you?" you sweat-dropped, unintentionally blurted out your thoughts, "You normally don't act like this."

Kakashi sent you a wary look, but you could tell he felt slightly hurt by your remark, "No..." he replied cautiously, "I just thought...it would be good to loosen up."

Your expression softened ever so slightly, "Oh..." the two of you sat in pin drop silence.

"You know," Kakashi ventured, "dark green is my favorite color."

"Hatake!" You yelped, instinctively covering your chest, "I'm going to take a shower!" You turned you back to your dreaded fiancé, stomping out of the room to go bathe.

"I might as well join you then," Kakashi shrugged, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

"I'm sorry what?!" you exclaimed

"I haven't showered yet today."

"Urg..!" He's drugged, I'm sure of it... you thought, finally giving in to Kakashi. "Kitanai yarō!"

 "Well," Kakashi tapped his foot, carefully placing his flak jacket upon the silken sheets of your bed, "aren't you going to strip down?" He asked as he started to remove the cloth bindings from his thigh and ankles.

"Y-yeah..." you flushed softly, "J-just gimme a second." You dashed off, tossing my clothes into your basket of dirty laundry and grabbing a towel to wrap around your bare body, "Okay..." you mumbled, peaking your head out from the bathroom. The tension in the room was heavy and hot, almost uncomfortable. It was...something you had never felt. Hence, you couldn't put your finger on a way properly to describe the situation. Yet heat rushed to your core, even the tiniest smidge of arousal turning on your mind. You felt like your every movement was being recorded in Kakashi's mind. His gaze digging into your soul like a kunai in delicate flesh. Like his– No, no, no, no! No pervy thoughts, (y/n)! Stay classy, you ordered your mind, preventing it from trailing off. We have a dignity, remember?

You hesitantly got into the shower, testing the waters for the proper temperature. "Ahhh," you moaned ever so slightly, the raining down of the water slipping down your body and rejuvenating your sores from the previous night's round of nightmares. "Oi..." Kakashi started to speak as he entered the shower from behind you, ending up grunting incoherently. You shook your head, sighing in disapproval whilst rubbing from body wash into your soft (s/t) skin. You felt a pair of hands brush past your hair, reaching for the hair conditioner, "Rose and sandalwood, eh? No wonder you smell like a garden and incense shop." Kakashi breathed down your neck.

You tried your best not to look back at him, your heart racing for reasons you tried to reject. Nope! We can't be falling for him! You let out a slight gasp as Kakashi's hands found their way to your hips, tracing the gracefully toned muscles of your stomach. "Kakashi...what are you doing?" You whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"I read your diary," you could practically heard the smirk on Kakashi's face, "I think I can help you with your needs..." Kakashi licked the helix of your ear. A shudder went down your spine, a foreign though crossing your mind. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work... your mind ventured. "Kami, I've been having some problems myself, big problems..." Kakashi told you, his voice velvety coffee as he nipped at your neck. His hardening length pressing against your round ass. You could feel your walls start to clench; you were surprised that your body was reacting to Kakashi's touch like this.

No disturbance could get in the way of this exhilarating moment, right?

"(Y/N)! RAIDŌ ASKED ME OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" The voice of Mitarashi Anko screeched, she wandered into your bathroom, "YESS!"

"Anko..." You cringed, clenching your fists, "W-wrong t-time..." You moaned as Kakashi's finger teased your clit.

"What?" Anko called out, "I can't hear you over the water. Could ya speak up."

Kakashi pumped faster, "You heard her, louder." His intentions directing towards your moans, blessed music to his ears.

You sucked your breath, "N-never m-mind, Anko!" You managed to force out, trying your absolute hardest to not moan.

"Wait...Is that..." Anko's voice trailed off, "Kakashi's mask, and his..."

"A-anko! Pl-pleas j-just..." you bit your tongue, "go. Ju-just tell me l-later!" You begged her, turning to look at Kakashi with pleading eyes. Not now, Kakashi, you tried to convey with your widened (e/c) eyes.

"OH HELL NO! SORRY!" Anko cried out, causing Kakashi to pull his fingers out of you with a let down sigh. The smoke of Anko's hasty teleportation jutsu lingering for a few moments.

The mood had officially been broken. Thanks a lot, Anko, you mentally swore. But holy hell, you were about to get laid. Shamefully, you looked at the floor as Kakashi rinsed our your hair. "I–" you tried to speak, yet your voice faltered as you took a moment to observe Kakashi's face.

"Are you still in for it?" Kakashi raised his eyebrow; his left eye lidded.

"Oh! Uh..." your heart suddenly fluttered, "Y-yeah." You told him shyly.

Kakashi flashed you a smirk, "How about we just dry off, then..." He winked at you.

Yep, I'm convinced he's drugged... There's no other explanation...

Infinite things I try to love about you

They way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

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Song Fic - Hold The Line by Pilot Speed - Kakashi x Reader

A/N: Hihihi! It’s me, Veggie! I tried, hehe, and I think I did decently well.

 I really like the song, and I recommend you listen to it（＾▽＾）Anywaysss, here ya go!

Enjoy :)))

"It's not your time yet. Go."

Your head rang in pain-

You were at death's door, and you had just met them, your old sensei and two bestfriends. Tears streamed down your face, you were at a loss for words. "I missed you guys so much!" You cried, running to embrace your team tightly. It had been so, so long since you had last done this. It had always filled yourself with the warmth and power to keep going. The power to forget about your sadness and sorrows. You held back a sob, they were you family. All you had left, before you had Kakashi by your side.

"Shhh," (teammate 1) hushed your soft sobs. "Am I dead?" You asked dubiously, peering into their warm eyes. They looked just as they did when they died, making you look just as old as your sensei. "We've been watching ya." (teammate 2) chuckled, but then their face darkened, "I was scared for you at the beginning." You frowned, it really had been a dark time for you. Your time in the ANBU and dealing with the pain, it hurt like a poisoned kunai. Searing your mind like a wound that didn't bleed.

But you had Kakashi, and he had you. A shoulder to cry on, a person to listen to your help numb the pain. It was odd at first, getting along with him, but it helped bring both of you out of the cycles of never ending misery. "It was the son of the White Fang who helped, eh?" Your sensei smirked, "I thought that you'd never get along... But here you are-"

You brushed away your tears, "Here I am...married to him...pregnant." You tried to smile, but couldn't hold it up. You were pregnant. Were... It was all your fault you had gotten into this whole predicament. Your fault that your child never got the chance to live. You  had acted blindly. Why else would you have ran  to fight whilst your chakra was severely depleted.

"Took you long enough," (teammate 1) slapped their hand against their forehead, "watching you too get together was some serious slow burn pain!" All of you laughed and shook your heads.

More tears dribbled down your face and onto your lap, "I'm dead, aren't I?" Your weakly looked up, meeting their eyes.

A green beam shot your back, surrounding you with it's energy. Your sensei chuckled bitter-sweetly, "It's not your time yet. Go." They told you. Wait, huh–? You thought in confusion. "Enjoy what you have, cherish it dearly." They told you with a proud smile. You reached out to hold their hands for one last time, yet your hand slipped right though theirs. "I love you guys!" You called out one last time before blacking out. They might have responded, but the noise was inaudible as you were yanked away from your death-scape.

Your eyes cracked open, sunlight streaming down and burning your eyes. "Kakashi..." You murmured. Both of you had gone to deal with Pain. The last thing you remembered was utter pain. You had held Kakashi hand whilst trying to push back all of your pain and agony. The rubble around you had dug into your skin. Your flak jack was beaten up and scratched. Blood drawing from your wounds as you defended who and what you loved most. "(y/n)..." you heard Kakashi's voice croak as he gripped your hand tighter. Carefully, your turned to look at Kakashi, your mind and heart racing. Thank the gods he's alright.

"Kakashi-sensei! (y/n)-san!" Choji looked at you in awe, "Pa!" He cried as the saw that his father had risen. The poor boy was probably incredibly heart-broken damaged when he had though his father had died.

"Kakashi..?" You took a deep breath, scooting to cuddle against him, amongst the many bodies of people who needed healing.

"Yeah?" Kakashi gave your a perplexed look, "What's wrong, (y/n)?" He asked, noticing the troubled look in your eyes.

"I'm..." you took his hand and put it on your stomach, "I'm pregnant, Kakashi..." You looked up to see Kakashi's shocked face. You immediately felt disheartened, "I-I know the timing is shitty...I'm sorry..." you feel hot tears well up in your eyes, pooling up an ocean of sorrow.

But to your surprised, Kakashi held you closer, burying his face into your hair, "Don't be sorry..." He whispered, "I'm...I'm so happy." He mumbled, tears slipping down his face.

Yet you could tell that he was holding something back, something that was still anchoring him down. "Hey..." You gently kissed his cheek, "What's wrong?"

Kakashi sighed, "I met my dad... I'm just really glad that I could finally forgive him. I'd give him a hard time, and I felt like it weighed me down." He studied you carefully, the light of the sun warming your skin as a soft breeze blew, "I'm afraid I'll be a bad father, (y/n)..." he admitted, "I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"Don't worry, Anata." You smiled reassuringly, "We'll be the best parents we can." I know we will...

#kakashi x y/n #kakashi x reader #kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto character x reader #naruto angst #angst i guess #reader x character #reader insert #pain #fourth great ninja war #ninja war #song fic #prompts #requests #veggie_chan11 #pregnancy

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Song Fic - Ego by Beyoncé - Kakashi x Reader

A/N: Oi, um, yeahhh. This really didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, not that it’s a bad fic, it’s just not really that much like the song ig... :( I tried, and eh. It was still pretty funnn :))) It’s an imagine, so I tried to keep it short ig-

I might post this on my AO3 and/or Wattpad, hehe

Enjoy!

"Hatake?" You let out an exasperated sigh, standing before Kakashi, who was laying down upon his silky gray-sheeted bed. The warm low lighting of the room not doing any justice to his unmasked face, and the contours of his toned abs. You were close enough to be able to be able to indulge in his scent. He even smells annoying, you sighed. Annoying, how you couldn't get enough of it. Annoying, how it turned you on. Annoying, how it made you crawl back like a slut for more. Annoying, how you loved every bit of it. And Kakashi definitely took notice of that. Honestly, what's not to love about a badass, confident, and crazy hot lady treat you like something special. After all, it was great for feeding his ego. Hatake Kakashi was glad you were his little fuck doll. His, and only his.

"Hatake!" You screeched, snapping you artistically shaped fingers in front of his etherious masked face, bringing out of his daydream, "Oi, stop staring at me like I'm a whole ass meal." You sassed, putting you hands on your hips, biting your bottom lip and pouting. He didn't even spare me a glace! That damned book!!! 

Kakashi chuckled, a sly smirk beneath his mask, "Mhh? But you are a 'whole ass meal'," He hummed as he finally tossed his book aside and finally looked up at you, not shying away from looking you up and down, savoring his gaze on your tantalizingly beautiful legs and thighs. And your smile... Goddamn, he would never get enough of your sexy confident smile. It truly suited you well. "The best meal ever." You rolled you eyes, "I guess I am," you replied smugly, getting onto the bed and straddling Kakashi's hips, "I'm fucking fabulous, aren't I?" you licked your lips and leaned in, teasingly grazing them on his collar bone.

Just as you were beginning to take lead, Kakashi flipped the both of your over, forcing you down by pressing your down by your wrists, "Caught you off guard, eh?" He whispered into your ear, his voice warm and smooth like dark chocolate. "I'll do you good, darling. Better than you ever could." He threw in cockily. You scowled at the fact that it had turned you on, wetting your panties.

You pouted and huffed, "Jackass." You really had though that you could've taken lead at least this time.

"Mhmm, but you still love me." Kakashi grinned. There was no way you could break his ego. Not after how much you had fueled it. But it was true, you did love him. No matter how obnoxious he liked to act. Hell, you loved even that about him. Fuckin' perfect.

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the way i'm malfunctioning to arranged love OMG THIS IS TOO GOOD EYEYEEYEEYEEEEEE

Ayyyy, thank you so, so, so, much Ano-sama!  (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Honestly, you do not know how much even the little compliments mean (✿◡‿◡)

Kyaaaa’ 💜

#thanks for this! #thank you #Arranged Love #veggie_chan11

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Oookayyy! So let’s talk Arranged Love, ight’ fam? I’m in the middle of a sucky Writer’s Block and am procrastinating like heck. I’ve gotten like 3 different scenarios of what I want to happen in the next part, and each of them is like a half-baked potato. (ಥ_ʖಥ) I’m tryin’ :( But like heck, it’s been a bit second since I publish another part. And I feel kinda weighed down because how friggen lazy I am. (>人<；) I’m sorryyyyyy. I need to somehow pick myself up and get to being productive.

P R O C R A S T I N A T I N G

#veggie_chan11 #kakashi hatake #Arranged Love #Update #sorry im so late #lazy af #h e l p m e

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Request update: Songs-based

A/N: Oi! It’s meee, Veggieeee! Just wanted to say that I’ll be taking a new type of fic request. Song based requests!

What is a song based request?

It’s a fic request based off off a song/ Duhh ಥ_ಥ Heheh. Just request me a song (it doesn’t have to be in English or compleatly clean), I’ll check it out if I already haven’t heard it. And I’ll give writing a imagine/one shot/head canon/etc using the vibe of the song.

What/how will I write?

You can request what formatting you want me to write. As in imagine/one shot/head canon/etc. Or not, you could just leave it up to me (～￣▽￣)～ As of the cleanness- If you don’t want a smut, lime, or anything along those lines, and the song reminds me of that, just let me know. I’m fine with pretty much all genres of fic, angst, fluff, smut, crack, AU, you name it. 

Final wrap ups and info-

Well it should be know that I have some rules when it comes to taking requests. I have a page of that on my blog. Request Info. Do check that out (and my other works, heh). You can send in your request on my Ask/Request page, or just dm me, here or here. Anywaysssss, have a wonderful rest of your day/evening/night! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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