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Kakashi & Obito ♥️🔥

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so good!

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holeyyyyyy

is your flesh crying out for more yet?

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Okay so sadly there is no option for a boy cut/pixie cut hairstyle, so this will have to do. But it is a cute picrew, still.

Did a studio ghibli style picrew…

Tagging those that might wanna make something… @writingsoftheloser @musingsinmoonlight @bccky @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @navybrat817 & whoever else wants to give it a go 💜

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Hi! I looove your writing omg! I have a request - I feel like if Kakashi had a civilian S/O, they would have a lot of insecurities on feeling like their personal problems/hardships don’t really “mean anything” compared to Kakashi’s. Like they may feel the need to bottle things up because they see what Kakashi goes through as so much more serious. Or they may even feel bad for receiving comfort from Kakashi, because they know he’s exhausted/hurt when he comes home from missions, and they don’t want to add an extra burden for him. Would you be into writing a fluffy one shot where Kakashi starts to notice this in his civilian S/O, and confronts her about it? Lots of sweet comforting🥺

hey there anon, i know you’ve been waiting for this since august.  i hope you enjoy it if you’re still hanging around.  <3

Title:  Lean on Me  (AO3 Link Here) Summary:  As a civilian, you often feel that your problems are too small to vent to your partner, one of the most fearsome shinobi of the Leaf Village.  But Kakashi just wants you to be honest with him. Word Count:  2,366 Warnings:  none, really.  gn!reader, civilian!reader .

Every time Kakashi came home to you, you wondered how you could have possibly gotten so lucky.  How a chance run-in with one of the fiercest shinobi in your village at a local pet store had turned into an entire life with someone you never would have dreamed of beforehand.

When you’d heard the soft cooing of someone talking to the puppies waiting to be adopted, you had expected… well, anyone but the infamous Copy Ninja, really, to be the one producing the sound.  When you saw the shock of what you thought was grey hair (he’s since corrected you to let you know it’s silver, thank you very much), you assumed someone’s grandfather had wandered into the store to spend some much-needed time with the adorable pooches.

“Can I help you?” you asked sweetly, only to be nearly knocked off your feet when the mystery person stood up and you found yourself looking into one-quarter of the fearsome shinobi’s face.

You’d sputtered, stuttered, stared, for far too long before Kakashi took pity on you and offered his hand.  “I’m Kakashi Hatake,” he said, “but it seems like maybe you already know that.”

“Y-yes!” you said, shaking his hand far too vigorously, “It is an honor to meet you, Hatake-sama.”

You’ll never forget the way his cheeks dusted with pink at your words.  “Eh, just call me Kakashi.”

“Kaksahi-sama…”

“San is more than sufficient.”

“It is… I’m… wow!  Um…”

“Are you the person running the adoption event?” he asked when you couldn’t come up with anything remotely resembling coherence, pointing toward your name tag.

“Yes!  I am!  But, err… what are you doing here?” you asked, finally, hoping the floor would swallow you whole so he would stop looking at you.

Kakashi chuckled, then, and you could feel the warmth of it in your toes; the sound of his gentle laugh searing through you and launching a thousand wild butterflies in your stomach.

“Well, I often come in to see the pups when I can and since there are so many of them today, I maybe stayed a little longer than I should have.”

You smiled brightly, slowly finding your footing.  “Do you like dogs, then?”

He laughed again and as those same butterflies attempted to flutter up your throat, you realized it was a sound you never wanted to stop hearing.

“You could say that, yes.”

At the time, you were entirely unsure why Kakashi had asked you to dinner.  You were even less sure when that dinner ended up being a picnic of takeout bento boxes on the roof of the Hokage Tower.

“Are we even allowed up here?” you asked, peering over the edge with some trepidation.

“I promise you won’t get in trouble,” he assured you, “they know me here.”

You laughed, long and loud enough you were sure every shinobi in the village could hear you.

You didn’t care, though, and when you looked back on those moments now, it was so obvious even then that you were falling in love.

Meeting his pack of ninja hounds had certainly been a point in his favor, too, since your rental agreement prevented you from having any pets of your own—another reason you enjoyed working with animals so much.

But being in a relationship with a shinobi was not always easy.  In fact, more often than not, it was incredibly difficult.

Kakashi was frequently away from the village for long stretches, your heart in your throat the entire time he was gone as you waited and hoped for his safe return.  His moods could swing wildly on occasion, and it took several years for you to realize some of his worst days were anniversaries of losses you didn’t know about, ones he wasn’t comfortable sharing with you.

Because you could never understand those losses, had never been in combat or lost soldiers under your command.

When Sasuke Uchiha defected, Kakashi had been angry and withdrawn for months, and it had taken an endless amount of gentle coaxing for you to assure him you weren’t going anywhere.

That you loved him.

The way he’d kissed you the first time you said it left no room for questioning whether he felt the same, even if his lips couldn’t yet form the words.

When Kakashi stumbled into your apartment late at night, tumbling through the window and leaving blood on the sill, your heart clenched and your stomach tightened.

You didn’t want to see him like this, but it came with the territory.  And if the choice was between having pristine windowsills and couch cushions or bandaging Kakashi’s wounds when he stubbornly refused to go to the hospital, you knew which you would choose every time.

Being with Kakashi also put your own life into perspective.

You loved your work, helping homeless pets find new families, but it seemed so insignificant compared with Kakashi’s role of protecting the village.  Petty complaints about work, about people returning their pets because “they don’t listen” or “they’re too much work” seemed… small.  Insignificant.

Over the years, slowly, you realized that most things felt this way.

When Kakashi asked about your day and you told him how the store had been out of the ingredients you needed for dinner or that the dryer in your apartment stopped working and you had to hang all your clothes up in your kitchen, you felt silly.

Because while you were irritably buying takeout, he was eating shinobi rations alone in a blisteringly cold outpost somewhere.  While you were hanging your socks up over your sink to drip dry, he was fighting for his life against half a dozen enemies.

Eventually, when he asked how your day had been, you learned to shrug and smile, “Fine.  How was yours?” so as not to further burden him.

Because nothing you did seemed important enough to mention compared with what he faced every day.

And you didn’t realize it, but it took a toll on you, not sharing the minutiae of your day with the most important person in your life.

But Kakashi did.

He wasn’t only a genius when it came to ninjutsu and strategy, Kakashi was exceptionally good at reading people, even if he didn’t always act on it.  But when he noticed the way your shoulders started curling in at the dinner table, or the faraway look in your eyes as you rested your chin in your palm while he talked about his last mission, he knew he had to do something.

He started small, making a conscious effort to ask you about your day every time he saw you.  But your answers were clipped and undetailed, even when he pressed you for more information.  Your smile was often thin, the lines around your eyes tight with unvoiced stress.

So Kakashi went bigger, surprising you at work and inviting you to lunch so your experiences would be fresh in your mind.  But you still just smiled at him, “My day’s fine, nothing exciting. What about yours?”

That wouldn’t do at all.

It was several weeks before Kakashi could have a few days to spend with you uninterrupted, but when the chance came for him to remove his name from the roster for upcoming missions, he took it.  If anything particularly important came up, he knew Tsunade would call for him, anyway, but three days to himself seemed like enough time to hopefully figure out why you wouldn’t talk with him.

He quickly pushed away the thought that maybe you didn’t love him anymore because it was too terrifying a thing to contemplate.

He decided to start with dinner, sneaking in through your window while you were still at work to begin preparing your favorite meal.  When you came home, he knew the smells would greet you immediately and you’d know he was there.

But when you slammed in through the front door, brow furrowed and tossing your shoes angrily as you took them off, he realized perhaps he’d underestimated the stress of your day.

“Is everything all right?”

And there it was, just like every time he asked you these days, you looked up at him and for a moment he thought you were going to tell him why you were upset.

Instead, your expression fell, a mask of neutrality dropping over your irritated features as you waved your hand in front of you dismissively.

“Everything’s fine. Sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Kakashi turned the burner off and set aside the pan he’d been cooking with to approach you.

“I was going to surprise you with dinner.  Did something happen at work?” he pressed.

“I told you, Kakashi, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Kakashi captured you by your shoulders and turned you gently to look at him.

“You’re not fine,” he said firmly, “that’s very obvious.  So why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

You let out a frustrated sigh, shrugging out of his grasp as you made your way toward the living room where you collapsed onto the couch, covering your eyes with one hand.

Kakashi’s heart clenched as he watched your lower lip wobble and he wasted no time sitting next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.  I just want to help.”

You let out a bitter laugh, but turned to wrap your arms loosely around him, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, “it’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal.” You laughed, pressing your face closer against his neck and shaking your head.  “I’m not kidding.  Hey,” Kakashi coaxed you to look up at him and he gazed at you seriously.  “I mean it,” he said, “if something is upsetting you, I want to hear about it.”

You pulled away, settling back against the cushions of the couch to stare up at the ceiling.

“Why?” you asked, “What does it matter when nothing in my life is ever going to compare to what goes on in yours?”

Kakashi frowned, turning to face you, taking note of your frustrated body language and the tense set of your jaw.

“Sure, I dealt with some really awful people at work today, but none of that even matters when you literally put your life on the line every day, you know?  It’s just so… it’s all so meaningless and stupid compared to what you go through, and I don’t want to burden you with my petty complaints. Especially not when you’re doing something so sweet.”

You turned to smile at him, leaning up to kiss tip of his cloth-covered nose.

“Come on,” you said, standing, “I’ll help you finish dinner.”

But Kakashi captured your hand and held it firmly, rooting you in place.

“Is that really what you think?” he asked, “That your problems don’t matter because they aren’t the same as mine?”

“It’s not that they don’t matter,” you said, “but they don’t matter as much, you know? And you have enough to deal with every day without listening to me whine.”

Kakashi stood, grabbing your other hand so he held both in his own and looked at you seriously, “Everything about your life matters to me.  It matters more than anything.”  He took a moment to collect this thoughts, releasing one of your hands to bring his fingers up to cup your cheek instead.  “You are the most important thing in my life, and I don’t care if you’re complaining about a hole in your sock, if it upset you for even a second, I want to know about it. I want to help if I can, but listen even when I can’t.”

You swallowed, turning to kiss his palm and in response, Kakashi leaned his forehead against yours, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“I love you,” he said, “and I want to know everything about you, even the small things.”

He felt the way your whole body tensed at his words, but he was too nervous to open his eyes.

Then, he felt your fingers slowly peel his mask away and the warmth of your lips against his.  The kiss was brief, but brimming with affection. Kakashi hummed against your mouth, lips pulling into a gentle smile.

“I love you, too,” you said, and he could hear the reverence and disbelief in your voice.  “And if you wanna hear about the awful couple who came in today demanding a new pet ‘because their kitten isn’t as cute anymore,’ then I would be happy to tell you about them in excruciating detail.”

“Oh, they sound terrible,” Kakashi said, finally opening his eyes and looking at you to find your own shimmering and bright.  “I’m going to hate them, aren’t I?”

You nodded, grinning mischievously, “Oh yeah, they suck.”

Kakashi groaned as he followed you into the kitchen before he said, “Tell me all about them.”

After the two of you finished dinner, you spent the night regaling Kakashi with tales of horrible would-be pet adopters, balancing them out with wholesome stories of perfect matches and sad recollections of the animals that never found a home.

He listened intently to all of it, heart full and happy that you were finally opening up again.

And when the two of you crawled into bed that night, Kakashi let those new words tumble from his lips only for you to return them full force.

“Promise me you won’t hold back from me anymore,” he said softly, fingers brushing through your hair as you faced one another.

“I will promise that if you can do the same.”

Kakashi smiled bashfully. “That only seems fair, doesn’t it?”

You nodded.

“It’s a deal, then.”

There were still a lot of things you didn’t know about Kakashi’s life, but with his agreement to be more open, you felt like maybe that wouldn’t always be the case.  If the two of you were going to share a life together, you realized, you would both need to be honest—wholly and completely. About everything.

You could do that, you decided, as long as the Copy Ninja could meet you halfway.

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Ahhh I love this so much! Thank you, mom!

Also guys, a warning: there’s a little bit of spice in it.

Hey mom. I would like to participate in the Valentine's Day event, if it's okay. :D Kakashi please, pronouns she/her. Something sweet with spice please hehehehee..Established relationship, and I think you already know me too. :D Thank youuuu!

Sachi! YES OF COURSE! I got this for you…

Sachi,

You are the sun to my moon. There isn’t a day that goes by where I am not thinking about you. I think of your face as I fall asleep, and the first thought of the day is your smile. The time apart feels like an eternity and I impatiently await my return to you. I think of the way your skin feels against mine, and how it tastes against my lips during our time together. I yearn to see and spend time together soon. I hope to be back soon.

All my love,

Kakashi

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Kakashi mafia!Au

Redraw

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1st drawing - May 2013

2nd drawing - September 2012

3rd drawing - May 2012

It’s shocking to say the least..urghhhh

here have all the sketch dumps i have done in the last few years…

bonus:

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First Date with Kakashi Hatake.

request: “Can you pls pls pls do some first date headcannons with how the first date with Kakashi, Shikamaru, and Gaara would be? fem!reader? Like how they feel and what they would plan?”

authors note: i started with kakashi and it ended up getting so long I decided to just do all of them separately!! muah! 🥰

First and foremost, let’s discuss how long it took him to even ask you out.

He had liked you — damn near loved you — for so long now, but he also felt like you were way out of his league.

I mean, you were the full package. Calculated, out of this world gorgeous, and so sweet. You also had the prettiest laugh. Your heart was so pure that he was 100% convinced that you could cure any disease and provide world peace with it if need be.

Everything about you was what he was missing, but he was also content with just being your friend — your comrade. He was kind of broken, and you didn’t deserve that. Even with all the admirers he had, he never got the hype.

It took damn near the whole village reassuring him that he was Kakashi Hatake, the hottest ninja ever, before he found the courage to finally say nine simple words to you — “Would like to go out on a date sometime?”

He didn’t want to plan too much, as he was already so nervous. Too much on the itinerary would cause his brain to overload, which meant he would likely say something stupid to you, and then you would run away and never talk to him again. He couldn’t have that.

So, he decided on Ichiraku. Good food, good vibes, and a chance to show you he wasn’t as boring as everyone tried to make him seem. He can be fun! He’s worthy of this opportunity!

Unfortunately, he spent so much time rehearsing his lines and making sure he smelt good in all the right places, that he didn’t realize that he should’ve left fifteen minutes ago.

He liked you so much, to the point where he would legitimately think about you all day. How could he mess this up before it even started? Now, he wouldn’t even have time to pick you up some flowers. He had planned everything so well, but of course he ruined it.

“I’m so sorry.” He says with sorrow written all over his face when he finally arrives. You can see the pure guilt even with his signature mask covering his face. “Today was hectic and—

“And you got lost on the path of life.” You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes before taking his hand and leading him to take a seat in the restaurant.

He chuckles, but he still feels extremely guilty. She probably thinks I’m not serious. He repeats to himself over and over again.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind—he wouldn’t be surprised if that was another talent of yours. “It’s okay, Kashi.” You speak softly, “You know that I know you, don’t you? I just got here myself.” You laugh. That beautiful laugh of yours that made butterflies grow inside of his tummy every time.

After this, he calms down a bit. For the rest of the night he works his magic on you, and he realizes the two of you have so much in common. Favorite foods, preferred training methods, love for dogs, and his favorite…an admiration of Icha Icha.

He has decided the two of you will be married after this realization, no joke.

The two of you stay at the small food spot until they have to verbally beg you to leave, and even then, you still have a few more laughs and subtle touches before deciding to let the old man close.

“I really really enjoyed tonight, Kakashi Sensei.” You mock his subordinates in an innocent voice.

He can’t help but feel every nerve in his body get weak at your little pet name for him. He was so dirty minded. He really needed to lay off the books. All he could do on the outside is chuckle nervously as his cheeks became a tinted pink.

He begins to lose himself in his thoughts again when he feels your hand grab his own. He swore he was about to melt.

This feeling; your hand in his as the two of you stroll around the leaf village — it felt so perfect. He wanted this, you, so badly. Maybe even for the rest of his life.

When the two of you finally make it to your home, and trust that the two of you walked as slow as possible, you stand awkwardly — a clear sign that you didn’t want the night to end yet, but neither of you knew of a way to stay in the others presence.

“Y/N.” Kakashi finally breaks the silence, looking everywhere but in your eyes. “Thank you. I haven’t felt so free and happy in…a really long time.”

“Me neither.” You smile, your cheeks burning from the intensity of it all. Was this really happening? Kakashi Hatake, the man who made you weak in the knees every time he was near you, standing on your porch and holding your hand after your first date? Are you dreaming?

You were doing a fine job pretending you weren’t out of your mind nervous, but you could barely breathe.

You can’t help it, and neither can he. The both of you scoot closer together before he can feel your cool breath hitting his own. It’s like he no longer has control over his body when he pulls his mask down and allows lips connect to yours while his admiration for you explodes throughout his body.

His arms wrap themselves around your waist, and your arms find themselves around his neck, the both of you pulling each other in as close as possible. Fireworks are setting off inside of both of you as your lips mold together, and you’re pulling him towards your door as his tounge slips into your mouth when he stops.

“Are you okay?” You question immediately. Your insecurities begin to take over, leaving you to wonder if you were a bad kisser, or maybe he realized that he didn’t have this much fun with you.

“I’m…I’m perfect.” He responds, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips once more. “It’s just…I really like you, Y/N. And I want to follow you inside and show you just how much, but that wouldn’t be special. And special is what you deserve because you’re beyond that description to me.”

He begins to back away, an innocent smile on his face as he pulls his mask back up. “I will prove myself worthy of you, Y/N L/N.” He proclaims, winking at you. “I have to go on a short mission tomorrow, but when I get back, can I see you again?”

“You can see me whenever you want, Kakashi Hatake.” You whisper as your eyes well up with baby tears. You had never been spoken to in such a poetic way. You could feel his genuine care for you. “Just promise me you mean what you say…you know about how much you like me? Because I like you too. I always have.”

“I promise, beautiful. See you soon.” Are his final words before he disappears, and you sit and stare at where he just stood hoping and wishing he would reappear.

When Kakashi gets home, he can’t sleep. He can’t even pick up an Icha Icha book to reread for the fiftieth time. All he can think about is how he can’t wait to see you again. Being with you feels so warm, like a blanket that just dried on the hottest day in the village. He too, played it cool infront of you like the skilled shinobi he is, but he couldn’t help but let out a little squeal when he replayed the night over in his head.

Maybe…just maybe he deserved something good. Maybe this time, it would work out.

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NARUTOらくがきつめあわせ

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midlife crisis ✨

somebody pls take his phone away

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soft prompt drabble responses

thanks to everyone who submitted, ily.  <3

prompt: helping their lover out of their clothes and into their pajamas/washing off makeup and taking their hair down after a night of drinking (kakashi/gn!reader, tw alcohol)

prompt: kissing to prove there’s nothing there and there definitely is (kakashi/gn!reader, tw alcohol)

prompt: resisting the urge to kiss forever, then muttering “fuck it” before kissing each other (kakashi/gn!reader)

prompt: gets shoved into a closet and is a little too close for comfort (choose your own character/gn!reader)

prompt: going on a date and asking their lover to stay the night (yamato/gn!reader)

prompt: finding their lover asleep on the couch, pushing their hair off their forehead, pressing a kiss to their skin, and carrying them to bed (kakashi/gn!reader)

prompt: accidentally saying “ i love you” too early, but the other pulls them in for a kiss and says it back (kakashi/gn!reader)

prompt: an awkward first date (kakashi/gn!reader)

prompt: waking their lover up to tell them they look beautiful, even when sleeping (two-for-one! yamato/gn!reader and gai/gn!reader; tw reader is called “beautiful”)

prompt: tracing their finger over their lover’s tattoos/scars (kakashi/gn!reader; tw scars)

thanks for reading if ya did.  <3

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He is a closet hopeless romantic okay? Poor bb.

Kakashi's "anonymous" review of the Icha Icha books from the 2nd official Naruto databook.

"all the important things I had forgotten as I grew up".

Despite being "surprisingly domestic" and "full of passion on the inside" like Kishimoto described him in the databooks.

Kakashi doesn't think that he deserves these things because everyone he cared about died and he blames himself for it all, how can he get close to anyone when everything he touches dies because of him? so he spent years pushing people away starting from Sakumo's death when he was just a child, his only goal was to protect his people and village and not let what happened to the people he lost happens to anyone else. So Icha Icha is so important to him because it's the only thing that makes him feel and experience the things he denied himself through the characters of the story.

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So soft

oh, that looks romantic, definitely "find your lover asleep on the couch, brush his hair from his forehead, kiss his skin and take him to bed." I think a lot about Kakashi taking his lover to bed to get a good rest.

hello, anon. thanks so much for sending this in! kakashi absolutely would always be sure to take his partner to bed so they can sleep well because he wants them to feel rested & refreshed each day. <3

send me a soft prompt and i’ll write a drabble

"I'm home."

Kakashi frowned when he didn't hear your usual "Welcome back!" echo toward him down the hallway. He made his way into your home, removing the bulkiest of his shinobi gear along the way and leaving it in a careless trail on the floor that he would attend to later.

When he entered the living room, the concerned furrow of his brows was replaced with a smile so warm the sensation spread to every part of his body.

He was late, of course. He hadn't meant to be, but sometimes the paperwork after a grueling mission was almost as taxing as the assignment itself. Through no actual fault of his own, Kakashi had missed dinner by several hours, begrudgingly settling for shinobi rations as he'd written out his scroll.

And now, there you were, asleep on the couch, one cheek resting against the arm and two cold cups of tea on the table before you.

Kakashi knelt down to admire the soft features of your face as you rested. He loved seeing you like this, completely carefree and utterly at peace.

He tugged his mask down and picked up one of the teacups to take a sip. The cold brew was bitter against his tongue, but he appreciated that you'd obviously tried to stay awake for him.

Gingerly, he reached out a still-gloved hand to brush a few errant strands of hair away from your forehead before leaning forward to brush his lips over the skin in a tender gesture.

"I'm home," he whispered, though he knew you wouldn't respond.

Carefully, Kakashi maneuvered his arms under your body, cradling you against his chest as he made his way to the bedroom. You stirred slightly but didn't wake, for which he was grateful.

The last thing he wanted to do was disturb you while you were resting.

He slid you under the covers, chuckling slightly when you immediately burrowed beneath them to get more comfortable.

Kakashi joined you a few minutes later, the rest of his uniform put away, and wrapped his arms snuggly around your waist.

You turned, burying your face in his chest with a sleepy, mumbled, "Welcome home."

He pressed another kiss to your forehead, knowing you were still mostly asleep and unwilling to wake you, no matter how much he wanted to ask you about your day.

That could wait until morning. For now, Kakashi let his eyes fall closed and was lulled to sleep by the deep, even sound of your breathing.

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cute and sweet

40 for Yamato pretty please 🥰

100 follower celebration

Okay, so let’s get a few things out of the way - I’m sorry you’ve had to wait so long. I don’t even know if you’re still here and it’s literally been a year to the day since I last posted an actual fic and this request has been sitting here slightly longer than even that. I don't wanna get into a bunch of excuses, life’s been kicking my ass for various reasons, etc etc. Secondly, a Yamato request. Thank you for having faith in my writing enough to request a different character, but please forgive me and give me feedback if you feel I’m missing the mark here but I really appreciated the opportunity to explore him more. It was a bit of a challenge, but in a good way! I should say that this is *extremely rusty* because it's been a long time since I wrote properly.

warning: 4.4k, very rusty (it's been a year!), the fluffiest fluff, proposal (attempts), STUPID humour, cameos from team 7, a very smitten yamyams, a lack of abillity to portray yamyams but I TRIED, mention of a suggestive joke i guess, oh and some really shitty plant names (but i know people that have used these as plant names so take it up with them) , there may be mistakes

taglist:  (also, note to those on my taglist - feel free to tell me to remove you if you're no longer interested in being on here, or if you aren't interested in reading non-Kakashi works - you obviously never have to read anything I post, but I'm aware that anyone who wanted to be on here was probably wanted to because of Kakashi, and also it's been literally a year since i last tagged anybody. Totally understand if you're over this, no hard feelings ) @madaras-housewife @datblobbyfish @praisingkuroosbedhead @allthingskakashi @enchantedpendant @aineirisha @cinam00n @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored @tachibrii @drunkenfists @daffodin @apricitobio

40. “Will you marry me?” (Yamato x reader) AO3 Link here.

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In hindsight, it’s an easy decision.

A quick one, too.

It doesn’t take much, and though Yamato is never one to indulge himself the luxury of sentimentality - he might even have prided himself on that trait, once upon a time - that all melts away with you.

It isn’t like you do much, but then, it isn’t like you have to, either.

There you are, again.

Giving the poor shopkeeper a run for his money, intent on haggling your way to what you’ve decided is your fair and deserved price, no doubt - he’s sure you’re right, of course - and then, as if it never graces your face in the first place, your defiant expression disappears.

You turn away, and before it even registers in his mind, something else occupies your attention, and you vanish from his frame of vision. It disappoints him, briefly, and yet again, he begins to contemplate the ridiculousness of this situation as the wooden box in his pocket prods his thigh. The ridiculousness of him, of you, of how you manage to entrance him without trying every single time. (And every single time, he is left unable to come up with an answer.)

He’s still pondering - though he looks more perplexed than it makes sense to be - when you chirp up behind him.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you all over today.” There’s a lilt to your voice, and you shove his shoulder in mock-punishment harmlessly, but he stumbles anyway. It’s also ridiculous that of the few people in the world who can catch him off guard effortlessly, you’re one of them.

Yamato looks at you, smiling your carefree, strong smile, the way you giggle and lean against his side to steady him. He’s thankful you don't seem to notice the small wooden box in his pocket - not least because you’re the type to make a silly joke referencing his mokuton (to his detriment, you know from experience how beetroot it makes him) - but because you’d see right through him.

He can see it now, you persistently demanding an explanation from him in your infuriating way, just like how you’d demanded a discount from the merchant just now, until he does end up proposing to you in the middle of this tired Monday marketplace desperate for some excitement. No. He doesn’t want that. It’s not even the audience, though he doesn’t like that either, but it’s too small. Too trivial, too unremarkable. And you’re anything but.

“You don’t need to look so worried, Yamato. It’s not for any particular reason,” you smile again, and Yamato’s heart just might burst out of his chest, “I just missed you, that’s all.”

It always astounds him how easily words like that flow out of you, words that affirm your own feelings and his own significance to you, as if you just breathed them.

And just like that, he feels as if he’s taken his first breath of the day, the one he didn’t even realise he’d been holding.

(Every single time, he’s reminded that he doesn’t need to find an answer, as ridiculous and unbelievable as his situation is. The answer is you.)

*1回*

“So, what’s your name?”

You had only asked that once, not even looking at him when you did.

Even though he knew exactly what you were asking, and you knew that in turn.

But you just concentrated on the small, but persistent, effective fire you’d built. The one where Yamato had only provided the kindling after he’d insisted; strange, he thought, you knew all about his ability. And yet it didn't even cross your mind, to use him to build some kind of lodging, let alone create firewood. To use him like his comrades were supposed to, to use him for the purpose he’d been created. Instead, you had just set about your task silently, independently.

“I could have built us a shelter, you know,” Yamato said, for the second time. The first time, you’d just shook your head and continued scrambling for branches, forgetting to mind your already mission-scraped hands and splintering yourself more on the way.

You finally looked up from your handiwork, meeting his gaze with the ghost of a smirk. Though your eyes were just as worn, as tired, as his, it belied an energy. Something playful, but simultaneously shrewd. “I know how exhausted you are, Yamato. It’s a warm, clear night. I’ll - we’ll - be fine.”

He didn’t know which was kinder. Your concern, unfamiliar though not unwelcome, or the fact that you didn’t repeat your question. And as gratitude for either, or both, he found himself answering it. The only way he knew how, anyway. “I’ve had a lot of names. Names are complicated for the ANBU, and that goes double for me.”

You just hummed, ruminating on his soft, matter-of-fact words as they settled into the liberated air around the two of you.

“That’s sad,” you said after a moment, bereft of judgement or pity. Matter-of-fact, just like him. “Your name and identity tied to your missions like that.”

“Not all the names I’ve had are like that. Some stick. Some feel right.”

“Oh yeah?” You brought one of your knees to your chest, hugging it in a casual, comfortable gesture as you listened to him with a contrasting intensity. Bringing a simplicity, a gentle breeze to this surprisingly intimate conversation that Yamato hadn’t felt in a long time. “How’s Yamato?”

“Yamato is pretty good. I like it. But it’s not the only one, nor my actual name.”

You smiled, just smiled, and Yamato felt the fatigue that weighed so heavily on his shoulders, dissipate, just a little. “Well, it would be nice if I learnt that other one someday. Maybe.”

He smiled back in turn, because, how could he not? “Maybe.”

The time where you’d hug his neck, calling him Tenzou behind closed doors, doors that you’d finally let him build for you, would still be a little while off. But nowhere near as long as Yamato would have thought, even in his wildest dreams.

Even though you only asked his name once.

**2回**

A plant.

It was the first gift he gave you. And the second, embarrassingly.

(But that wasn’t his fault, he’s sure; it’s still a point of contention between you even now.)

Of course it was going to be a plant, Yamato knew that, and he assumed you would too - but why shouldn’t he stick to his area of expertise, predictable as it was?

Somehow, Yamato didn’t think you would mind.

Even if you teased him first, for which he was certain you would, it would be worth it. In fact, that was exactly what he was counting on - he had come to learn, rather quickly, that what he looked forward to most, the closely guarded secret, was your laugh. Whether it was at his own expense was irrelevant; you both knew you didn’t mean it.

He settled on a succulent, after some careful deliberation, much like all his tasks. Not that this was an ordinary task, of course, because it was for you, but that only made him all the more determined to get this right. And finally, he was satisfied; succulents were notoriously hard to kill, perfect for novices (if your pitifully empty apartment was anything to go by), and an aloe plant in particular would be useful - every time he saw you, mission or not, you’d acquired some silly new bruise or cut with an even more silly story behind it. The last time, it had been something about falling into a rabbit burrow and dealing with the aftermath from its very angry inhabitants. And though you’d jabbed him in the shoulder when he pointed out the absurdity of a jounin being so clumsy, the fact that you let him apply some ointment to your scrapes told him you weren’t angry. Something about that uncharacteristically shy smile. Something about that ‘thank you’, something about that barely audible murmur.

And, as if he needed more, he could practically see that infuriating smirk, hear the lilt in your voice as you’d ask him ‘just what are you trying to say?!’ in your eternally playful tone, prodding him, just like you, all of you, prodded at his self-control each time he saw you. That thought - that you might end up depleting it one day, one day soon - it made his chest flare, not just with anxiety, but something striking, unfamiliar, intangible but definitely there. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that day coming faster.

Yes, Yamato thought, decisively. He’d chosen well.

Not even the confusion that graced your features when you opened your front door, something that ordinarily would have halted his enthusiasm and hastened his doubt, stopped him.

“Yamato,” you smiled.

It might have been optimistic, especially for a man like him, but Yamato was sure he could chart the moment your expression evolved from surprise to something akin to content, comfort, peace. It was even more optimistic, probably too optimistic, but he liked to think that he had something to do with it. It would only be fair, after all. God knows you had done that two-fold for him, and it came much more naturally, he was sure.

He realised he’d been watching your face a little too long when he saw your eyes dart to the plant in his hands, and a wry, bemused smile began to form on your lips. He had to pull himself away then, and back to the task at hand, because he was more than a little scared of what you would say - and what he would do, in turn - if you noticed just how distracted he was by your lips.

“I brought you something. A plant. An aloe vera plant.” He held it out to you, more awkwardly than he would like, but that smile changed once more anyway. Small, soft, touched. Just like that time he’d tended to your cuts.

“You know, I might not be a nature expert like you are, but that much I could tell,” you retorted, in a way that didn’t match your expression. “What’s the occasion?”

“None. I thought you might like it. It’s a gift.”

“A gift? I’m honoured.” The way you took it from his hands into your own - carefully, delicately, holding it close to your chest - told him you really were. It surprised him; he’d prepared himself for more teasing, more jokes. What he hadn’t prepared himself for was for you to look so… soft. So happy. It might have been what he wanted, the best possible outcome in fact, but he didn’t think you would honour him with it. He didn’t think he would be that lucky, and if he ever would be, it wouldn’t be so soon.

“I also thought you might find it useful. You can use the matured leaves as ointments for cuts.”

“In case I upset any more rabbits, right?”

“Or any other woodland creatures,” Yamato chuckled, with an ease he rarely felt. One he never felt, if he was completely honest, before you. And when you giggled in response, it only magnified that ease, and the ground beneath him felt light. He felt light. How miraculous you were.

“I really do appreciate the gift, Yamato. But unlike you, I don’t have much of a green thumb.”

“Don’t worry, they’re a relatively low-maintenance plant and good for beginners.”

“Hey… Just what are you trying to say?” you asked, laughing, just like he knew you would. Just like he had been counting on. But somehow it was better, greater. “Because if you’re saying I don’t know what I’m doing, you’d be right.”

When you leaned forward, encroaching on the ever-shrinking distance between you, somehow bold and vulnerable simultaneously, it sparked something in him. Something that had been there, for a long time, longer than he cared to admit.

“Well, I’d be happy to give you all the help you need,” he said emphatically, with an unexpected courage. Unexpected even to you, if your wide eyes were any indication. “Whenever you’d like.”

“I’d like that.” Your response was quick. So quick, that it seemed like something had been there for you too, and Yamato wanted to kick himself. Could he really have wasted so much time?

Yamato never made empty promises, as he would make sure you knew, when he showed up again at your apartment the next day.

“Herbie looks lonely,” you’d sighed wistfully, after enthusiastically showing off your beloved gift on the windowsill. Yamato did think that perhaps you were too proud, prematurely confident - it had only been a day, after all - but you were so damn adorable that he kept his mouth shut.

“Herbie?”

“That’s his name.”

“His?”

“Yes,” you said simply.

“He doesn’t have herbs, though. Leafy makes more sense.”

“Names don’t behold to reason, Tenzou,” you smiled, and when you moved to shove his chest, you stopped just as your palm pressed against his muscles. Yamato noticed. You must have been flustered - and it looked adorable on you - because you moved to change the subject. “But Herbie is lonely, though. I think he needs another friend.”

He would make a note of that, but it was a little too late. The atmosphere was different now. That name brought with it intimacy, just as your hand did just now.

So it became easier than Yamato ever thought it would be to close that distance. And when you didn’t stop him, replacing that hand and pressing your own chest flush against his broad one, it only ignited his courage once more. He brought himself closer, lips edging closer, closer, brushing against yours ever so tentatively.

And you didn’t stand for that. You tugged the fabric covering his chin, kissing him with more force than he had dared to. He smiled against your lips, strong hands pulling you even closer, returning your zeal with his own twofold.

He had been counting on that, too.

And when he showed up at your apartment again, with another aloe (what would you call this one? Leafy? Please?), when you responded with raucous laughter - he’d been counting on that too.

“You said Herbie was lonely!”

“That’s right, I did. But he’s not the only one,” you snorted, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards you. He didn’t deny you, because, how the hell could he?

You would tell him, only a little while later, that you hoped he would do that, listen to you so earnestly, even if it was silly - because you’d been counting on that too.

And only a little while later, Yamato decided that maybe, just maybe, he might like to spend a lifetime like this. With you. Counting on each other. For laughter, for light. For love. That something he found so hard to name.

Even if that meant gifting the same plant twice in a row.

***3回***

The third time Yamato did this, it wouldn’t be a mere attempt.

No. Of that he was certain. Even if he had to use his mokuton to keep everything in its place and everybody away. Because he would absolutely not have three proposal attempts thwarted. Not by Kakashi, not by Naruto, and not by -

A bird squawked somewhere, again, Yamato was certain, but when he looked around, there was nothing to be seen. He’’d been hearing the damn thing all day. Some kind of crow, maybe even a magpie, he guessed, yelling, ringing in his ear. Mocking him. So clear that it even sounded like a word.

Caw. Caw. Caw. (Idiot). Caw. Caw. Caw.

Again!

He craned his neck with a reaction speed better suited to battle, but, unsurprisingly, nothing. Again.

Get a grip, he decided with an exhale. He was a shinobi for heaven’s sake; surely he couldn’t let himself get so stumped by some birds, real or imaginary. Never mind that - he had better return to the task at hand. It was probably his own nerves getting the better of him, and who could blame him? It was nerve-wracking - the act, not the decision - and it had failed twice already. But not thrice. Steeling himself, he turned on his heel. He would find you, and he would ask you that question, and you would be surprised.

Attempt #1 had seemed promising enough, at first. A midnight walk. Simple, but the end point would be what had become one of your favourite spots: on the outskirts of the village, in that maze of forest and woods, was a little enclave. It wasn’t the only one, but you had claimed it as your own. Something about this one was special, surrounded by all those trees, the way the moonlight trickled through the leaves and illuminated that clear ground. Safe, grounded, yet somehow magical too. You looked natural there. Yamato still remembered the way your face had looked when you marvelled at the stars the first time he brought you here, luminous, ethereal. A face that left him speechless. He thought he might want to see that face again, lit up for an entirely different reason.

But when he met you at your apartment door, and you popped out, looking, well, he never had the words - the one that was speechless was him. That was typical, but that didn’t make him any better at adjusting to it. Fortunately, you spoke to fill the silence, locking the door behind you and grabbing his arm swiftly.

“I’m excited. We haven’t been to our secret base in so long!”

Yamato smiled. Our secret base. How many more things could be ‘ours’, he wondered. Maybe it was greedy of him, to want so much of you, to want so much with you, but he couldn’t help it.

“The missions have been hectic lately,” you continued. Though he was the one technically ahead of you, it still somehow felt like you were the one pulling him along.

“You’re telling me. I half-expect Kakashi or Genma or someone to show up from around the corner and summon one of us.”

“Ugh, don’t put bad vibes out there. I think they do it on purpose.”

“Right. Sorry.”

The wooden box thudded against his leg the whole walk there, appropriately matching the sensation inside his chest. Fortunately, you hadn’t seemed to notice either, chattering happily about this and that. The walk went on, long but not long enough, but then, they never were. Affirming and reaffirming Yamato’s decision with each step you took. This was going well.

That is, until you almost reached your destination.

Just a few metres from your secret base - which perhaps wasn’t so secret anymore, if it ever was - a smooth, low voice stopped you in your tracks. A familiar voice.

“Hey, guys. You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been looking for you. I-” Kakashi stopped, his one visible eye darting from Yamato to you. The mask was hiding it, but it was damn obvious the asshole was smirking. “By any chance - could I be interrupting something?”

Before Yamato could retort, and figure out how to answer his senpai’s question without floundering, you already did, gritting your teeth. “Yes.”

“That’s too bad. I’m sure you had something special planned. It is a beautiful night, after all-“

“What do you want, Hatake?” You folded your arms. It wasn’t that you disliked the silver-haired bastard, despite referring to him as such. You just had this uncanny ability to wade through his bullshit. Something at which Yamato both was astounded and envious.

“Ah, right. The Hokage has summoned you, Tenzou. We need you to fix something. The foundation of one of the buildings in town is a little shaky.”

“You’re not supposed to call me that! And right now? But-“ Yamato began, before you laid your hand on his wrist gently, glancing back at him with a warm smile he was familiar with, but wasn’t expecting.

“I warned you about putting out bad vibes.”

That you did.

Yamato sighed, and turned back towards Konoha. Again, he found himself grateful for your laugh, accompanying him back, and even while he rebuilt the foundations. Of course, they weren’t urgent.

And of course, Kakashi vanished as quickly as he appeared.

Attempt #2, just in case, would take place in the village. It was cherry blossom season, so, appropriately romantic, and space under the trees was already filled with the picnic blankets and lovingly packed bentos of so many couples that it would camouflage the two of you quite nicely. Even if Yamato would prefer to do this in isolation, right now, this was the same thing. No one would notice you in the crowd. Definitely not.

“You know, when you said you wanted to go flower-viewing, I didn’t think you’d go all out like this. I would have helped, you know. And I didn’t think you’d go when it was this… lively.” You tucked your ankles underneath you and to the side, getting comfortable on the blanket. Yamato watched the way you sighed in respite, wrists behind you as you leant back, just as mesmerised by you as you were by the cherry blossom petals. “Not that I mind. It’s beautiful.”

Beautiful - yes, yes you were. Yamato cleared his throat. “It is.”

He suspected you noticed his gaze, but you were gracious enough not to draw attention to it, for once. You just looked at the hanami bento with perfectly apt salted sakura onigiri, sushi, kamaboko and countless other intricate little delicacies. “I still can’t believe you put all this together.”

“It wasn’t so much work,” Yamato lied. Pointless, because he suspected you knew he was, too. He crossed his legs in an attempt to get comfortable, and when he did, the ring box damn near fell out of his pocket. He stammered, shoving it back in as inconspicuously as possible. “B-besides, before we get to the food, there’s something else.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. You see, for a while now-“

“Oh dear. Better make it quick,” you interrupted, sighing, collapsing from your wrists onto your side.

“Better- what?” Had he done something wrong already? That would be impressive, even by his standards. He hadn’t even started yet.

You didn’t respond, only pointing to something behind him in resignation with your eyes closed.

“Wow, all this food is gonna go to waste, Captain Yamato!”

“Don’t worry, we can help you with that!”

He shouldn’t have been surprised - why should he get anything he wanted? Why should anything go well? It was him, after all. He didn’t even turn around to look at Naruto and Sakura. And he didn’t have to, because they went ahead and joined you both on the blanket anyway. Lack of space was no obstacle, as nothing was. Sakura at least made a show of guilt, apologising when you sat up to make room for her, where as Naruto just planted himself next to Yamato himself, chuckling as he dug digging straight into the bento.

“So, what were the two of you doing?” Sakura asked knowingly, surreptitiously nibbling on one of the sakura onigiri. Yamato didn’t even feel like arguing; he had to admit it was picture perfect.

“Exactly what it looks like! Trying to have a hanami party without us,” Naruto said indignantly between mouthfuls.

“We almost got away with it too,” you murmured, giving in and taking an onigiri for yourself, but not before nudging Yamato’s foot with your own.

Next time.

Next time it would be, Yamato resigned, and resigned himself to the fact that his proposal had become a team picnic, funded by his truly. Because, why should their actual leader do it, right?

Next time, the third time would not be Attempt #3 of #?.

Next time, he would ask you ‘will you marry me?’ In no uncertain terms, and you would give him an answer, in no uncertain terms.

回

In hindsight, it’s an easy decision.

When he sees you standing there.

When you smile at him with that unwavering smile.

When you run to him, as if you’re even happier to see him than he is to see you (that’s impossible), when you giggle and his world is just a little brighter, lighter. Easier.

When he thinks about how you asked his name only once, and when you finally used it, he feels more like himself than anyone else.

When he thinks about how you graciously accepted his gift, and how it led to the kiss of which the memory still gives him goosebumps.

When he thinks about how you let him go back to his duties that night with a smile, and you didn’t leave his side the whole night.

When he thinks about how you let the kids ruin your picnic, and though you were probably disappointed, you shared the food and laughed with them for hours anyway.

When he reaches into his pocket, and you laugh.

“I wondered if you had something in there. I thought you were just very happy to see me.”

Yamato stops, shaking his head and smiling in disbelief. The blush doesn’t settle on his cheeks this time, because, well, of course. Maybe you weren’t completely unpredictable.

And he wasn’t completely predictable, as you would come to know in a few seconds.

It’s not like him to do something so impetuous, so unthought out, so unprepared - but then, then he hadn’t planned for you either. Not to mention, his thought out attempts were just that, attempts. Which is something he suspects the entirety of Team Kakashi now knows.

He holds the box in his hand. It had been hard to craft, which he’s sure you won’t believe, because, why would you? But it had.

When he sees you still staring at him, in your inquisitive, adorable way, in something that looks a little like bewilderment - it’s rare, but he very much likes it on you - he flicks the box open. He doesn’t have to think about it anymore.

“Will you marry me?” Yamato asks quietly but emphatically, matter-of-factly.

When you throw your arms around his neck, forgetting to mind where you are, he figures that’s a yes. Even if he wishes that you’d studied the ring at least a little - he’d worked hard on it - and even let him slip it onto your finger.

But it doesn’t really matter, he admits, and holds you closer, .

There’ll be time for all that.

Because Yamato knows now, that simple, but all-consuming fact.

It’s an easy decision for you too.

[kakashi-tsukuyomi]

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Hi!! For the soft prompts, could you do the one where reader asks their date to come stay the night? With a flustered yet eager Yamato? =w= I love your stuff! But this is my very first time requesting a fic ever lol! I hope it's okay!

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Even when he squeezed his fingers and felt your hand securely clasped in his own, Yamato wondered if maybe he was dreaming.

Because he couldn’t imagine how he’d ended up with someone so kind and funny and smart.  He rubbed his thumb gently over the back of your hand and you turned to look at him, your smile impossibly wide and happy.  He ducked away, averting his gaze as he blushed fiercely, despite the small, contented smile tugging at his mouth.

That you’d ever agreed to go out with him still seemed like a dream.  Yamato was fairly certain no one was supposed to find as much happiness as he found with you; it seems wholly improbable and honestly a little selfish.

He didn’t mind being selfish, though, it turned out, when you were looking at him the way you had at dinner, smiling brightly and laughing at his stories of Team 7.  He liked learning about your life in turn, sharing in your loving memories of your family and your team.  It was nice to have someone to share these moments with and he wondered if this was the part of him that had been missing all this time; the part of him that didn’t mind being a little goofy if it meant making you laugh.  Normally, he would be home now, tending to his plants, sharpening his ninja tools, and preparing for missions or assignments.

And while some part of him--the small kernel of his subconscious still dictated by his ROOT upbringing and his ANBU training--continued to whisper that he should be doing those things instead of holding your hand as you meandered through the village with no sense of urgency....

Well, all it took was one look at you to silence that voice because there was no way that weapons oil could compare to your scent wafting toward him on the breeze, no kunai could feel so good resting against his palm as your hand.

He felt his heart sink as your house came into view. Whether consciously or not, the two of you had taken the long way back to your door, winding through side streets and doubling back a few times to prolong your time together.

This was always his least favorite part of your dates, saying goodbye.

“I had such a nice time, Yamato,” you said, turning to face him, “thank you.”

He could feel his face heating as he shook his head.  “Thank you.  Really.  I always have fun when we’re together.”

It felt like an intimate admission, and he averted his gaze as your smile widened.

Yamato scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.  He never knew how to end these interactions.  Perhaps because he didn’t want them to end.

“Yamato...”  You punctuated your call of his name with a light squeeze of his fingers, still clasped in your own.

“Yes?” he asked, turning to look at you again.

“Would you like to come in?”

His heart fluttered at your question, but one look at the darkened sky and its many stars provided him the answer.

“It’s late.  I wouldn’t want to impose.”

You chuckled, which confused him a little.

“It’s not an imposition, believe me.”  You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering against his ear.  “Please?”

Flustered by your sudden proximity, Yamato stammered a response, “I-I sup-pose I could c-come in for a cup of tea.”

The coy smile you shot him made him falter yet again.

“I’d be happy to make you a cup of tea, Yamato, but I’d rather you stay a little longer.”

You turned to unlock your front door, your back to him.  Yamato flexed his fingers around the empty space where your hand had been, already missing the warmth of your palm.

“S-stay?”

You glanced at him over your shoulder.  “Yes, Yamato.  I’d like you to stay.  For the night.”

The door unlocked and you stepped inside, leaving it open for him to follow without further elaboration.

Yamato’s mind raced in an attempt to keep up with you, but it failed miserably.  He felt very hot and wiped his hands down his trousers to dry his suddenly clammy palms.

“Are you coming?” you asked from somewhere inside your home, voice echoing down the hallway to the entrance

“C-coming!” he all but shouted, tripping over the threshold in his haste to keep up with you.

As the door swung closed behind him, Yamato marveled again at his luck, even as his heart slammed against his ribcage as he contemplated the coming evening.

Honestly, if this was a dream, he had no desire to wake up.

[kakashi-tsukuyomi]

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hi omg ur writing makes me so happy!! If u haven’t gotten this one yet,

soft prompt for u: resisting the urge to kiss forever, then muttering “fuck it” before kissing each other.

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send me a soft prompt and i’ll write a drabble

"You're staring."

Kakashi scoffed and refocused on the scroll before him. He was staring, but it's not like he was going to outright admit it.

"How would you know, if you're reading that scroll?"

He felt your shoulder brush against his as you bumped into him.

"Same way you managed to stare at me while reading yours."

He hummed noncommittally, doing his best to ignore the warm tingle the brief contact of your shoulder induced in him.

When you chuckled at his lack of response, any hope of ignoring that feeling disappeared immediately.

How many times had the two of you done this? Not always over a pile of forbidden scrolls searching for answers to Sasuke's Cursed Seal, of course, but in a thousand other places.

You were one of the people he trusted best. Alongside Gai and Tenzo, Kakashi considered you his closest friend.

Unlike Gai and Tenzo, however, Kakashi was relatively certain you were always flirting with him. It didn't make him uncomfortable--in fact, he found himself looking forward to your interactions--but it definitely managed to fluster him on a semi-regular basis.

The two of you seemed trapped in this strange purgatory, and he found himself unsure of how long it could last.

"Hey."

Kakashi didn't show it outwardly, but he was startled by your voice, which felt too loud against the quiet rustling of paper. He took a slow breath to steady himself under the pretense of reaching a good place to stop reading on his current scroll.

Then, he turned to find you watching him with a coy smirk on your face, cheek resting against your palm as your elbow balanced on the desk the two of you were sharing in the Hokage's archives.

"Yes?"

"How long are we gonna do this before you finally take the hint?"

Something about the smug way you were looking at him lit a competitive fire in Kakashi's belly and he leaned forward, balancing his cheek against his fist as he invaded your personal space.

"And what hint is that supposed to be?" he asked, voice low and inviting.

For the first time in all your interactions, he saw something akin to surprise flash in your eyes and he basked in the momentary lapse in your cool exterior.

You leaned a few inches closer and Kakashi could feel the warmth of your breath fan over his face when you said, "I think you know quite well what I'm hinting at."

Kakashi met your challenge by leaning in a few other centimeters, until your noses threatened to bump if one of you breathed too heavily. He made an exaggerated expression of deep thought.

"I'm afraid not. Care to elaborate?"

There was that flicker of uncertainty again and Kakashi felt his stomach flip as his lips pulled into a triumphant smirk, the fabric of his mask growing taught over his nose and cheeks.

The two of you stayed there, frozen in place a hair's breadth away from one another. Kakashi could smell the sweetened tea you'd had when he first met up with you as you breathed. His eye traced the subtle lines of your face, noting the way your smirk shifted subtly with each moment, the muscles around your mouth quivering slightly as they held the expression for longer than expected.

He wondered how long you would sit here with him before you huffed and turned back to your work, accusing him of not being any fun.

"Fuck it."

Kakashi's heart slammed into his chest when he realized what was happening.

Because instead of more teasing or flirting, you had leaned forward and pressed your mouth against his cloth-covered lips and he was frozen in surprise. Suddenly, he wondered what the fabric must feel like against your mouth. Did it taste weird? He could feel sweat gathering at his temples as he tried to remember whether he'd laundered this one or given it a quick rinse in the sink with Pakkun's shampoo as he sometimes did when pressed for time...

When you pulled back, he was pleased to see you were equally flustered by your surprisingly bold move.

"There. I've elaborated," you said, turning your attention back to the scroll in your hands with determined ferocity.

Kakashi's mind whirled, thoughts racing in time with his heart.

You'd kissed him.

You...

"Hey," he said.

You turned to look at him, appearing far more bashful than he'd ever seen you.

The look did not abate when you pressed his naked lips to yours after tugging down his mask. If anything, your eyes grew wider as you made a muffled sound of astonishment.

That was fine, though. The two of you would have plenty of time to talk it over later. For now, he wanted to make sure you knew his mouth tasted better than his laundry detergent.