#and he's also very turned on by his uhinged wife

[mrsbakashi]

jealousy, jealousy

(Kakashi x Reader)

Summary: you're a crazy ass possessive yandere bitch who is jealous because your husband has too many "fans"

Words: a little over 2.5k

this story is unedited and also English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes (if you have the time/patience I'd appreciate a lot if you told me what's incorrect).

still not comfortable writing fanfic, so it may be a lot out of character, and I'm sorry

this is a mess, please don't judge me

You never knew you were the toxic girlfriend type; but, to be fair, you couldn't have known before. You never really cared for any of the guys you dated, you only used them for some oxytocin every now and then. In fact, the way your friends acted with their boyfriends annoyed you. All that insecurity, jealousy... You just couldn't understand.

Until you met him.

From the very first moment you set eyes on him on your best friend's birthday party on a Friday night your world turned upside down and you just needed to have him. Luckily he felt the same way about you. It was like a movie scene the first time you two saw each other, you forgot how to breath, the whole room just stopped and all you could see was him, slowly walking towards you, a sketchy smile under the mask that covered half his face, squinching his eyes, looking just like a prankish little boy.

He stopped, not too close, but not too far. Just enough for you to hear what he was saying above the loud music, but not enough for you to pretend you tripped onto something, falling right into his arms.

If only he was just a little closer...

"Have we met?" he asked.

His voice was husky, in the most sexy way, and you were already under his spell. There was no salvation. You had no idea who he was, or what was his name, but you knew, on that moment, that his name would come out of your lips a lot, in the dirtiest ways.

"No, but I'm so drunk that there's a possibility that we are not meeting now either, and you're just a product of my mind." you said, without thinking, putting the straw back in your mouth to stop you from saying stupid things again.

"Oh, you think I'm just a product of your mind? And why is that?"

"I mean... Just look at you!"

He laughed, a sound that you loved too much for your own good. It instantly became your favorite sound in the world. Well, maybe his moans would put his laugh in second place, because that voice...

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much. I'm Kakashi, by the way."

"I'm Y/N."

You put the straw back into your lips, biting it. His eyes didn't miss that.

"Look, Y/N, I don't mean to be rude or an asshole, but if you keep biting this straw I might have to take you home with me." His voice was lower now, his hands in his pockets.

"Well, maybe, Kakashi, just maybe, that's what I want you to do. - you said, eyes on his, as if you were challenging him.

He looked at you as if he didn't think he heard you right, but you slid your tongue slowly through the straw and that was all it took. He took you by the hand and you spent the whole weekend together talking, laughing, eating and fucking. And God, he was good at it. He was too good for his own good.

You only left on Monday because you needed to go to work, and even then he dropped you off, lending you a shirt and a sweater so you didn't have to spend the whole day with what you were wearing on Friday night - and so you'd have a reason to see him again, because that was his favorite sweater.

From that day on you were never apart. It took him less than a week to convince you to move to his place, even if you didn't like millions of dogs around - well, they won you later, how could you resist? - and cherished your own space. It didn't matter. You wanted him all for yourself, 24/7, so putting up with all the dogs' barking was such a small price to pay. Plus, the dogs kept you company when he needed to leave on a mission, and one day you woke up to realize that those dogs were everything to you, specially when he was away. They were like little pieces of him, never letting you feel lonely or sad.

Three months later you were married. Yes, it was a surprise when he proposed, and you weren't sure, but he was so happy, so in love, you just couldn't say no. You didn't want to say no. You were scared, but he assured you it'd be fine. You were meant to be. You belonged together. You really did.

But it wasn't long until your insecurities came out. Actually, you had been hiding them since day one, because it was stupid, you had never felt like this. You shouldn't feel like this. But it was Kakashi, and he was your everything. And you understood, you really did. You understood all the girls that were all over him because, well, you were all over him. You are still all over him.

Well, maybe it was a mistake moving together so fast, maybe you should've get to known each other better... Maybe you shouldn't have married right away. Maybe, if you knew he had such a strong fanbase, you would just leave, give them space. But no... Now you had to deal with all the lovely notes in paper hearts, and pictures and cute little presents at your doorstep, specially from 18 year old girls who were once his students or friends with his students. Or basically that just saw him once in their lifetime. And that shouldn't concern you - I mean, were you really threatened by 18 year olds?

Yes. Yes, you were.

They were young, beautiful, those perfect bodies, all that stamina, and they just reached the perfect legal age and who wouldn't want to date a freaking 18 year old? You would dump yourself for a skinny 18 year old. Hell, you would even dump Kakashi for a 18 year old!

No. No, you wouldn't. That was stupid. Not even as a joke is it acceptable. You would never ever! Not even as a joke!

"Hello." He greeted you, kissing the back of your neck.

You took a little jump. That freaking Copy Nin, always so silent. Not even his dogs noticed his presence if he didn't want them to. You continued to scrub the pan because you burnt a fucking tapioca while trying to pretend you didn't care about all of this, and it was so hard to clean it that it would be easier to just throw the pan away and get a new one, probably with a non-stick coating, so you wouldn't have to go throught all this trouble again. But you liked your old pan. In fact, you loved it. You loved it so much that not even the most expensive and fanciest pan in the world could replace it. The freaking Papa could come to your house and give you a new pan saying that that was the only good pan in the world, if you used it you would go straight to Heaven and that it would make heavenly meals, you still would prefer the old one. GOD COULD SHOW UP AND GIVE YOU A PAN HE MADE JUST FOR YOU AND YOU WOULD STILL... Ok, I think you got it. We're not talking about pans.

"Hi." You replied, trying to sound indifferent, as if your heart wasn't burning in your chest.

"Was your day good?"

"Awesome."

"You were having so much fun you forgot your tapioca again?" his mouth was full of what you were able to save from said tapioca. He even ate your tapioca!

"Precisely."

"Good to know."

Scrub, scrub, scrub. Don't think, don't think, don't think. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Don't yell at him, it's not his fault.

"Is that pink package for me?"

"Well, it's not for me, I don't have any fans."

"I'm your fan."

-- Kakashi, don't even start. - you warned, pointing a finger full of foam at him.

He lick his finger tips, getting the package and opening it.

"Nice, a new wallet. I was needing one." He sounded happy, analysing the new wallet. He was fucking teasing you. He knew what he was doing, yet, he did it anyway.

"What do you mean? I don't take care of you? Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you needed a new wallet, I thought you old one was just fine, hanging in there through all your shit! And why do you even need a new wallet anyway? You don't even carry your ID or whatever, you don't even carry money! You don't even carry your FUCKING PHONE! I could literally die and you wouldn't know because your phone is NEVER with you! I would have to ask for help to strangers, Kakashi, strangers! I would have to train to dogs to take me to the hospital because you wouldn't answer your phone!"

"They are already trained to take you to the hospital."

"Yeah, well, I'm taking them with me!"

"Ok," he said, tossing the fucking wallet aside "Now tell me what happened."

"YOU, that's what happened! You! You and your stupid fucking huge fanbase of whores!"

"Ok."

"Don't ok me! You know, you should just marry them, marry them all! They'll give you wallets, and masks, and their fucking young and skinny cunts!"

"Yeah, I should."

"And you can all just die or kill each other! With your wallets and bracelets and... You know what?" You tossed the pan on the sink, untying the apron. "I'm out. I'm gonna file the divorce, wait to hear from my lawyers! AND I'M TAKING THE FUCKING DOGS WITH ME!"

"Hey, hey, wait." he called softly, grabbing you by the arm and holding you. "Get it off your system, come on."

"I hate you! I hate you so much! And I hate them! I hope you all choke on these fucking presents and little notes and just have a painfully slow death!" you cried with your head on this chest.

"What else?"

"I hope you have babies who are so sick they won't survive, and then you will kill yourself because you're so sad your children died! And then the whores will kill themselves because you died!"

"Ok."

"No, I don't mean it... I hope the children are happy and healthy, but you and all your whores die because you are all horrible horrible people!"

"And what about the dogs? Do you they die? Even Pakkun? You Pakkun with his cute little paws to die?"

You pushed him with all your strength.

"Shut up! Don't try to be all cute and understanding, I HATE YOU! I'M TAKING THE DOGS!"

"You hate me because I'm... hot? I mean, if I have this huge fanbase I must be hot, right?"

You just couldn't believe your ears. Rage rose through your whole body and you got the now empty plate that was sitting on the table and threw at his head. He easily dodged it. I mean, he's a Jonin, come on.

"FUCK YOU, KAKASHI HATAKE! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND ALL YOUR NEXT GENERATIONS UNTIL YOU'RE ALL DEAD AND GONE!"

"I was thinking maybe you could fuck me." he said with a wink.

"Is this all a joke to you? GO TO HELL, HATAKE!"

"I love you, Mrs. Hatake, can I take you to hell with me?" You could hear a smile in his voice, he was having fun and you just couldn't stand it.

-- I HATE YOU!

You marched down to your bedroom grabbing the empty suitcase that was under the bed, getting all of the clothes you could grab in your hands and throwing inside it.

"Damned be the day I met you! I hate you! I hate you!" You kept saying while you threw things inside the suitcase.

It took Kakashi around 10 seconds to show up in the bedroom.

"You forgot that sweater" He pointed out when you were zipping the suitcase.

Your eyes went to the wardrobe, the only sweater there was his. His favorite sweater. The one he lent you 2 days after you met. The one you found out later he had bought two hours before the cold night of the party he met you, with money he found on the street. Because it meant lucky. He was cold, found the money, bought a sweater. Lent the sweater to you, because if he was lucky you would come back, you would see him again. And he was lucky. His favorite sweater. That it was yours now, since you were the only one who wore it, and he didn't need it anymore, since you were all the luck he ever wanted.

Your heart was burning with jealousy and hate and love, and tears were streaming down your face like waterfalls and you didn't know what to feel, and it was all too much.

"It'll look better on them anyway!" You said between hiccups, feeling pathetic and ridiculous.

Kakashi put his arms around you, your head on the crook of his neck, and kicked the suitcase to the ground to sit on the bed, shushing you until you'd stopped screaming and ugly crying.

"I hate you..." You still said after a while, but there was no more strength in your voice.

He kissed your forehead.

"I love you. I love you so much it physically hurts. You are my wife. I love you."

"I hope you choke when you are eating them out and then you all die."

Kakashi let out a delicious laugh to that and it enfuriated you that he had fun when you were suffering.

"You are so cute when you are jealous."

"And you'd be cute dead! I might just cut you into pieces and then eat the pieces so you would never ever leave."

"But I will never ever leave. Even if I'm not in pieces inside you. You need to understand this, woman. You are my wife, my everything. We've been married for years! I don't ever want to be apart from you, ever since the second I first saw you. I love you!"

"I love you too... But I also hate you and all these beautiful perfect girls."

"You are the only beautiful perfect girl I care about."

"Fuck you, stop lying to me."

His lips touched yours while his hand caressed the naked skin of your waist. He knew the battle was over for now, and he won. He always did.

"I may be a little possessive." you whispered, as if it was a secret.

"I've noticed." he whispered back, a playful smile on his lips.

"And a little crazy."

"I love that about you. You are so hot when you're all jealous and possessive."

"Is that why you tease me?" You asked, knowing the answer very well.

"Yes. I love that you love me so much it makes you irrational."

"This shouldn't amuse you, Kashi, it's fucked up. I'm fucked up."

"Everything you do amazes me. I love you. I love you. Forever."

"You won't find it so cute anymore when I have a knife in your stomach because I saw you talking to one of your beautiful fans."

"Good luck trying to stick a knife in my stomach, my love."

"I hate you! I'm not joking! I'm gonna kill you. If I ever EVER see you flirting with another woman I will kill you! I don't care you are a ninja. I'll get one of the dogs to kill you. Or them all!"

"And why are you going to kill me?"

"Because I love you. I love you so much I'm gonna kill you!"

Kakashi laughed again, and it would enfuriate you, but you were calmer now. He had this effect on you. And now that you were calmer you could see how the whole situation was ridiculous.

"That's what I thought" he said, smiling, kissing for hand.

You were wandering your fingers through his uncovered face, memorizing his features with your finger tips. He was so handsome sometimes it looked like a dream that someone like him could exist. It wasn't fair. And to think that you were the only one who saw him with his mask down was crazy. He shared his life with you. He shared everything with you. Even his toothpaste. That alone should be enough to keep you happy and sure of his love, but anxiety and your insecurities just kept getting in the way of your happy ever after. You didn't deserve it. No. Not you. And everyone knew it, that's why they looked twice at you when they saw you with him, and that's why the girls left little presents at your door step, hoping he would eventually wake up and realize what an ugly trainwreck you were. And you feared that day, because it had to come. It had. It's like being sure that the morning will come. You can close all the windows, turn off all the lights and pretend it's still night, but people will eventually realize it's morning. And Kakashi would wake up too. So you're better hold to this little piece of heaven you had while it lasted.

For now he was yours. For now.

"I love you." You just said, sitting in his lap, lips dangerously close to his. "You're mine, I love you. I love you." you kept repeating, hoping it would be enough to make him stay forever.

His hands were firm on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, letting you feel how hard he was, turned on by you being the possessive freak that you are. At least you had this. He was still attracted to you and to your ugly body. But that would go away too.

"Hmm... Now that I think about it I think you need to show me who I belong to, because I think I forgot." He whispered right into your lips, challenging you.

And the challenge was accepted, as it always was. The suitcase on the floor received a few more clothes, yours and his, and you spent the night showing each other just how strong your love was. And he made you feel like the most beautiful and loved woman in the whole wide world.