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Jitters | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

author's note: i'm back with more papashi, babes! this is set in the same au verse as the others, though can be read standalone! if you'd like to read the others and get caught up on some certain background info, you can find the other works in my masterlist!

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: naruto and sasuke are the adopted sons of reader and kakashi, modern au, fluff

The dreaded day has come, though it's you that's calm and collected about it. The boys are old enough to ride the bus to school, they want to ride the bus to school, and after one last summer vacation of your boys being your little babies, they've grown up just a little bit.

"We're gonna be firs' graders, Mama!" Naruto argued with you and his father, Sasuke nodding beside him with a determined frown.

"It's time to let them be men already?" Kakashi mutters into the pillow as you shut off the noisy alarm clock.

An ungraceful snort leaves you. "Men that require Mommy's kisses for their boo-boos are hardly men."

"To be fair to them," Kakashi flips over onto his back, gazing at you with a little curve of his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Your kisses have healing properties."

Laughing gently at your husband's silliness, your palm finds his chest just as your lips press to the scar over his left eye. Humming in disappointment, you don't pull away far. "Strange, it didn't heal that."

"It's an old scar; that'll take a lot more kisses." Those big hands find your body, one attaching to your hip while the other cups your face and guides you down for a kiss.

It's warm under these covers, your legs tangled during your soft kiss. Mornings like these have only just started coming back now that Naruto doesn't wake up so early and Sasuke doesn't sneak into your bed in the middle of the night nearly as often as he used to. Kakashi's lengthy fingers dig into the fabric of your nightgown, twisting it tightly as he wills the kiss to last.

As soon as you part, you'll be off to wake the boys up for their first day of first grade. And he's just not quite ready for that step.

Your lips vibrate with a soft laugh, privy to his intentions but unable to humor him long. "Darling…"

Kakashi flips your positions, slotting himself above you and pinning your hands over your head delicately, his forefingers and thumbs massaging at your wrists. "Hmm?"

"You don't want the boys to be late on their first day, do you?"

"That's certainly fine by me." Your husband murmurs, his nose finding a lovely spot on your shoulder to rub against. "My boys are safe here, home with Momma and Papa…"

"My love, they need to go to school." You coo up at Kakashi, watching as he pouts at just how reasonable you are.

"I don't want them to." He mumbles, the pitiful thing. Letting those boys grow up is killing him! They tie their own shoes, wipe their own faces, they're better than him at video games now! Before he knows it, they'll start asking for advice on girls! As if he knows how the hell he landed such a perfect wife??

"Relax." You wiggle your wrists from his weak hold, cupping his face gently. "They're not leaving for college. You're still going to have to wrestle Naruto into the bathtub tonight, and Sasuke is definitely going to want to snuggle after school to calm his nerves after such an extensive amount of time around people. Our boys aren't babies anymore, but they're still our babies. They're not going anywhere."

"I hate when you talk sense into me." Kakashi sighs and rolls off of you, laying forlornly as you take the opportunity to get out of bed and head down the hall.

Peeking inside the boys' bedroom, you smile at the sleepy kids. Naruto's comforter hangs off his bed, mimicking the boy himself as more than half of himself hangs precariously off the side. And the boy wonders why you and Kakashi would never let them have a bunk bed! Sasuke's curled into a tight ball, blankets secured around him in a cocoon of warmth, his old baby blankie featuring a baby Bugs Bunny and friends no doubt held tightly to his chest underneath the pile.

"Boys…" Your voice is gentle, neither boy moving just yet. It's been a long summer vacation, and kindergarten was hardly the true school experience. This is the first year of twelve and they've got a long way to go and many early days ahead of them— and if Kakashi were to have his way, they'd get to sleep in for a whole extra hour.

But if there were certainly any time for you to put your foot down, it's now.

"Time for school!" Your cheerful smile is genuine as you saunter in, watching Naruto wake with a dramatic startle and finish falling off of his bed. There's not even a chance for concern to blossom in your chest, though, as the little blond ball of sunshine is up and jumping around.

"Firs' day o' school!"

Your raven-haired sweetheart, however, isn't quite as excitable as his brother.

"Shut up!" He grumbles, throwing his favorite Squishmallow at Naruto. It lands perfectly in Naruto's face, and before you've even opened your mouth to defuse things, Naruto jumps right onto Sasuke with a hearty yell and a swing of the stuffed animal right back where it came from.

"Hey!" Sasuke growls and just like that, the boys are wrestling around, Sasuke's blankets getting twisted as his legs fight for an opening to better kick his brother with.

You sigh to yourself and begin the process of intervention, the task not undoable but your hips are certainly getting too old for this. "Stop it, boys! This is not how we get ready for school!"

"HE STARTED IT!" They yell back, defending themselves whilst simultaneously pushing at one another.

"Naruto! Sasuke!"

The boys freeze while a satisfied shiver follows the curve of your spine. Oh, how you love Kakashi's Dad Voice™! Your husband stands at the doorway, hands in the pockets of his sweats as his sharp eyes narrow. "Start getting ready for school, boys. Do you want to miss the bus?"

Your precious boys gasp, as if they'd forgotten what they've been so excited for! Feeling safe in the decision to start cooking breakfast, your husband walks hand in hand with you down the stairs. Finding one specific spot on his bicep to be too kissless, you can't help planting a soft smooch just before you enter the kitchen. "You've sure turned that frown upside down."

"You know I don't like it when they give you trouble."

"Tch, they hardly know any other way to act." You smile to yourself though, knowing that it's not their intention to be little pains in the butt.

Kakashi pulls out a carton of eggs, quickly getting to work on scrambling them as you slice up fresh fruits. You work around one another beautifully, occasionally sharing a small kiss as you pass on by, and before you know it the boys are down and sitting at the dining room table, bellies hungry and bouncing with nervousness. Your husband plates the table while you give the boys a glass of their preferred juices, orange for Naruto and apple for Sasuke, and he pressed quick kisses onto each boy's head.

"Eat up, boys. You've got a big day ahead of you." You hum softly, sitting across from your husband at the small, squared mahogany table. It's always been enough to accommodate your small family, but as you watch the boys mow down their omelets and trade between their pineapples and cantaloupe, your heart cracks at the idea that the table isn't as big as it used to be. Certainly by the end of the school year, you'll have to get a bigger one.

And watching as your husband plucks a strawberry from each boy's plate, you smile warmly at the potential of maybe even having an extra place setting at the table by the beginning of the next school year.

"Alright," Kakashi claps his hands once breakfast is mere crumbs on Naruto's shirt. "Go brush your teeth and get your backpacks."

The boys scurry off, making a contest out of everything they do and racing to be the first to the sink. You keep still, listening with a little smile as Kakashi comes to stand behind you and work those large, magical hands on your shoulders. "What's on your mind?" He hums at the shell of your ear, squeezing at a particularly sore spot that you weren't even aware was aching.

"They're really growing up so fast."

"They are." He murmurs, his warm palms sliding along your shoulders. "It's not too late to keep 'em home."

Snorting rather ungracefully, you shake your head and listen to the sound of the footsteps upstairs. "Wouldn't you rather… Never mind." You shake your head at the thought— two boys are already hard enough to raise.

Your husband almost knows your mind better than you do, though. And he certainly picks up what you've left off, humming thoughtfully as he ponders the idea. "I'm not against it. It could be fun."

"I need a little more than 'fun' to go for it." You laugh and accept your husband's kiss to your cheek, officially tabling the discussion as the race back downstairs continues.

"I win!" Naruto's breathless, toothpaste staining his shirt and you pinch the bridge of your nose at the sight. His teacher is going to think the absolute worst of you and your husband.

"Good job." Kakashi spares a hand to high five the boy, softly pinching Sasuke's pouty cheek after. "Get your shoes on and then we'll go to the bus stop."

Masters at the art of shoe-tying, their laces are quickly knotted and Naruto slips his little hand into yours once you've walked out of the house. The bus stop is just at the corner, not even three houses down from home, but you can't help the relief that relaxes your bones at the way both of the boys reach for a parent's hand. They're getting bigger, but definitely still far from grown.

The neighborhood kids are gathered at the bus stop and the boys join their friends, leaving you and the other parents to socialize while waiting for the bus. Kakashi, not much of a social butterfly but not wanting to be rude, slips his arm around your waist and keeps a watchful eye out for the bus with an occasional witty comment that makes the other parents laugh. Perhaps it's his paranoia from his time in the military, but he just won't be able to truly relax until the very moment the boys are safely back home.

The long-awaited, certainly dreaded day has come. The bus rolls up, some kids hardly even offering their parents a goodbye before sprinting to the bus, and in fairness, this isn't the first rodeo for some of them. But your boys both come up for quick hugs, their eyes bright as they pull away and run to the doors together, hopping on and quickly finding themselves a seat before the bus pulls away.

"Yeah." Kakashi murmurs into your ear as you both wave at the kids, the bus pulling off and heading towards the school. "Let's have another one."

[skykashi]

Anything for a quiet life... He just wants to read in peace 🤭

Jssbcnacskxjacabx omg 😂😂 this is brilliant YOU are brilliant, the way I LOLed at this, poor Kakashi 🤣🤣 he doesn't mind tho, it's a small price to pay for being able to read in peace while keeping Naruto entertained so he wouldn't get himself in trouble, sensei of the year, lmao

[teanstitches]

I just love this dynamic.

[sweatymakernight]

Kakashi fanart

[komihoyinsblog]

Sometimes I think Hiruzen got some kind of weird divine message at the moment of Kakashi's birth. Something like:

Hiruzen, smoking in his office: eh, my life is hard

A voice in his head, sounding suspiciously like Danzo: hey, this is the birth of the one to whom you (and the next few generations) will pass on all the problem children

Hiruzen, interested: and when can I start doing that?

Voice: in six years

Hiruzen, unhappy: eh, that's a long time to wait, but it'll do

Hiruzen, handing Kakashi to Minato at the age of five: I'm giving you a year to make him a good babysitter

Minato, shocked: excuse me?

Hiruzen, disgruntled: damn it, Minato needs a team of students to make him a good hokage, but he's also needed on the battlefield, what to do

Hiruzen, looking at Kakashi: boy, you're 6 years old now, it's time to become a chunin, the clock is ticking, someone needs to watch the kids while Minato is on the battlefield

Hiruzen: hmm, time to end the war and pass the hat to Minato, he needs to spend more time on the battlefield, but then he'll be distracted by his team.... But those kids aren't little kids either, they should be on their own by now. That's right!

Hiruzen, looking at Kakashi: Boy, how old are you now? 10? It's time to become a jonin and take charge of the team, I'm tired of pretending you don't, you'll be in charge instead of Minato

Hiruzen, looking at Itachi, Tenzo, and Shisui(about the last one, that's my personal headcanon, sorry, I'm weak for him): I have genius and powerful kids in the anbu, I need to choose which team to send them to

Hiruzen, looking at the team where Kakashi is: right here, after all, who can handle genius kids better than a genius teenager

Hiruzen, after the massacre of the Uchiha clan: well that's too bad, we need to somehow eliminate Kakashi from the anbu so he'll have Sasuke and Naruto on his team 5 years from now

Hiruzen, 2 years later, when Asuma, Gai, and Kurenai came to him: well finally, I've been waiting for you guys

Hiruzen, three years later: Kakashi, here's your team, these are the two most troubled kids in the village and the girl not from the clan

Kakashi: Fucking hell

(I have a headcanon that Team 7 sometimes left their kids with Kakashi)

Sakura: we're going on vacation for the weekend

Kakashi: yeah, okay, have a great trip

Sasuke: you stay with the kids

Kakashi: firstly, I'm a hokage, not a babysitter, and secondly, what kids?

Sakura: firstly, I'm the head of the hospital

Sasuke: secondly, Naruto and Hinata are coming too

Kakashi: you're all crazy

Lol, Kakashi will babysit Boruto and Sarada's kids and no one will be surprised, everyone's used to it.

[kakashihasibs]

"But according to the prime minister, Manari's younger brother lived in the village of Nagare. It might be a whole lot easier to approach the boy instead. The prime minister wouldn't have as many eyes that far away from the palace, and more than anything else, just hearing about this "failed prince" got him all worked up as the former jonin leading Team Seven."

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🚨🚨🚨DAD MODE ACTIVATED🚨🚨🚨

[danzo-shimura-apologist]

Naruto has 3 dads

His actual dad

Iruka

And

Papashi

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Naruto’s parents meet his adoptive family

“Oniichan!”

Kushina and Minato could only stare as their only son turned around and kneeled to welcome twin toddlers into his arms. 

“You’re back,” one of them said. 

“Ruchan was freakin’ out,” the other added.

“Language!” 

Naruto and the twins froze as the other two looked up to watch two shinobis coming their way. It took another moment for Minato to realize the one who had spoken was no other than Kohari and Ikkaku’s son, but literally no time at all to recognize his old student walking next to him.

“Naruto?” Iruka called.

Naruto moved immediately. He got up and walked the small distance between them as Iruka opened his arms. They hugged but soon the obviously relieved expression on Iruka’s face turned into a thunderous one and they understood why Kakashi had stopped a step behind them.

Iruka suddenly grabbed Naruto by his jacket’s collar and started shaking him:

“What the hell were you thinking?! No, you clearly weren’t thinking at all as always!! You were supposed to babysit the twins!! And what, you decide to experiment with their Jikūkan Ninjutsu like it’s some kind of game?! You are lucky they didn’t accidentally kill you, you idiot!! Do you hear me?! You could have died, Naruto!! What were we supposed to do if you had died?!”

“I-I’m dizzy,” Naruto managed finally.

Iruka stopped. He looked shaken under the last trace of his anger. He let go of Naruto’s collar to grab his shoulders.

“You can’t disappear on us like that, Naruto,” he added. “Do you hear me?”

“Uh, I’m sorry,” Naruto answered.

“You better be.”

Iruka’s frown turned into a soft smile after another beat. He brought his and Naruto’s forehead together, closing his eyes.

“Welcome home.”

And that’s when Kakashi moved forward, joining the other two. One of his arms came around Iruka while he put a hand on Naruto’s head before bringing their foreheads together as well.

“Welcome home, kid,” he said.

“Glad to be home,” Naruto answered with a sheepish smile.

There was a pause before Naruto remembered their visitors. Both Kushina and Minato had already started to fade when he turned back towards them. 

“Wait!” he exclaimed. “I want you to meet my family.”

He pointed to the twins who had been staring at Minato.

“This is my little sister, Ren, and my little brother, Jun,” Naruto started before motioning towards Kakashi. “You already know Papashi - I mean Kakashi-Sensei. He has been around for a while, Iruka likes him.”

Naruto’s fake detached expression turned more serious before he grabbed Iruka and pushed him forward, startling the older man.

“Naruto!”

“And this,” Naruto added. “This is Iruka. He was the one who adopted me.”

“Uh, Kushina-sama, Minato-sama,” Iruka said, bowing respectfully.

When he straightened anew, it was to find himself in Kushina’s embrace. She hugged him tightly and he only hesitated a moment before hugging her back.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Minato walked to an uncertain Kakashi. His former student's gaze kept traveling between his eyes and the floor. He grabbed one of his shoulders.

“Thank you,” Minato echoed.

“Maa, like Naruto said, Iruka was the one who adopted him,” Kakashi said.

“But I couldn’t have done it without you,” Iruka corrected him.

“Thank you, to both of you,” Kushina said again.

Edit: Bonus Scene:

“NARUTO-KUN!”

A furious looking Sakura appeared at the end of the corridor and Naruto visibly blanched. She walked to him clearly ready to hit him and yet her blow never landed. When Naruto dared to open his eyes again, there was a tall dark figure standing between Sakura and he.

“Uh, ANBU-san?” Sakura said.

“Naruto-kun already suffered from one concussion today,” the ANBU - Itachi - said. “That might be enough, don’t you think Sakura-san?”

Sakura deflated while Naruto blushed. Also, he wasn’t sure if Iruka was giving him or Itachi the stink eyes right now but he wasn’t in a hurry to find out.

[valtiels-darkness]

Why am I like this?!

Kakashi, more like Papashi

Orochimaru? Bah! How about Orochimama.

I need an AU where these two geniuses are raising a horde of blood thirsty, but adorable menaces of ankle biters.

[444namesplus]

Acho Afako Afame Afat'u Afe Afo Afu Ak'aha Ak'ali Ak'aq'o Ak'i Ak'o Akare Ake Akhe Akho Amahe Ana Anu Apape Api Aq'a Aqalu Arahi Aralu Arasu Aro Asak'e Ashaqe Ashi Asi At'ana At'ati At'o Ata Ate Chacho Chafa Chafe Chafi Chahahu Chahashe Chahi Chaho Chahu Chak'apo Chak'o Chakafu Chakama Chakhape Chakhara Chakhi Chakhu Chaki Chalako Chalami Chalashi Chamashi Chamato Chamatu Chane Chapi Chaq'ama Chaq'o Chaqa Chaqasu Charakho Chasafu Chasat'u Chase Chashashi Chasi Chat'a Chat'ache Chat'ati Chat'o Echakha Eche Echi Efakhu Efu Ehe Ehi Ek'e Ek'i Ekafi Ekafu Ekaha Ekhasa Ekhat'o Eko Ela Elana Elano Elaq'o Elashe Ema Emache Emalo Emame Emat'u Emi Ena Enamo Enashi Epa Epasho Epata Eq'apa Eq'aqe Eq'ashe Eq'u Equ Ero Esase Esha Eshano Et'o Eto Facho Fafi Fahahi Fak'aha Fak'ase Fakhapa Fakhi Falak'e Falama Falato Falu Fama Famaqi Fami Fano Fapahe Faparu Faq'e Faq'o Faq'u Faqafo Faqaq'a Faqashu Fara Faro Faru Fasafi Fashu Fasi Fat'a Fat'ak'u Fat'ale Fat'asha Fat'i Fate Fato Fatu Hacha Hacho Hachu Hafaqo Hafi Hafo Hahaso Hahu Hak'o Hakhe Hakhu Haku Halak'u Halari Halatu Hali Halo Halu Hamasa Hamate Hanami Hano Hape Hapu Haq'ale Haq'i Haro Hasacho Hasharo Hashe Hashu Hasi Hasu Hat'a Hat'o Hatafe Hate Hato Ichakho Ichami Ichashu Ifahu Ifi Ihakhe Ihaqe Iho Ihu Ik'ari Ike Ile Ilu Ima Ina Inacha Inakhi Inamo Inu Ipak'u Ipami Iq'ane Iqafa Iqalu Iqasa Iqaso Iqe Ira Irat'a Irate Ire Isaho Ise Ishaka Ishaki Isu It'o Itak'i Itapo Itate Ite Iti Ito K'acha K'aha K'ahaku K'ahari K'ak'ahu K'ak'apu K'ak'i K'ak'o K'akhali K'akho K'akhu K'ako K'aku K'ali K'alu K'amak'o K'amaka K'amanu K'anali K'analo K'anaq'o K'anaro K'apamo K'apashu K'apati K'api K'apo K'aq'a K'aq'ame K'aq'apa K'aq'u K'aqalo K'aqaqo K'aqo K'araqu K'ari K'aro K'asha K'ashafa K'ashat'o K'ashe K'at'akho K'at'ale K'at'ame K'atachu K'atakhe K'ataq'e K'ato Kacha Kachi Kachu Kahama Kahi Kak'aha

Kak'alo Kak'alu Kak'ani Kaka Kake Kakhe Kala Kalama Kali Kamapu Kame Kanafu Kanat'e Kanatu Kane Kano Kapak'a Kapane Kapo Kaq'aru Kaq'ati Kaq'i Kaqaqi Karak'o Karakha Karo Kasachi Kasak'i Kasapa Kasat'a Kasat'o Kasho Kasu Kat'alu Kat'i Kat'o Kata Katafe Kate Kato Khachala Khachare Khache Khachi Khafalu Khafati Khahasha Khahu Khak'o Khakali Khakasi Khakhachi Khaki Khala Khalaq'o Khalu Khamafi Khamato Khame Khamu Khana Khanaka Khani Khano Khapa Khape Khaq'ashe Khaqe Kharachi Kharaki Khashaq'e Khashatu Khasho Khashu Khaso Khat'asu Khat'u Khataka Khate Khatu Lachasu Lache Lahasa Lahi Lak'acho Lak'aqi Lak'u Lakat'u Lake Lakha Lalaku Lalapu Lami Lamu Lanakhi Lanane Lapi Lapo Laq'aso Laq'i Laqa Laqamo Larashu Lasaro Lashacha Lashake Laso Lat'ahu Latakhi Latakho Latali Lataqo Mache Mafari Mahe Mak'acha Mak'asa Mak'ase Mak'at'i Mak'u Makaq'o Makat'i Maki Mako Malachu Malu Mamak'e Mamare Mamato Mame Manak'u Manako Mapaq'e Mapaqe Mapase Mape Mapu Maq'apu Maq'u Maqa Maqasu Maro Maru Masashe Mashale Mashe Mat'ame Mat'aqa Mat'asi Matani Matasu Mate Nachachu Nachu Nafakho Nahake Nahasho Nahe Nahi Naho Nak'ashu Nak'o Nakhafe Nakhu Naki Naku Nala Nalak'a Namafi Nami Nana Nanano Napama Napapa Nape Naq'ano Naq'aro Naq'i Naq'u Naqafe Naqak'a Naqasu Naqe Narahe Narapa Nari Naru Nase Nashaqu Nashu Nat'achu Nata Natafa Ochakhe Ochu Ofa Ofahe Ofanu Ofaqi Ofi Ohako Ohasu Ok'aqo Ok'aru Ok'o Oke Okhamu Okhat'a Okhe Okhi Okho Oki Oko Ola Omaqu Omi Onak'o Oni Opa Opahe Opata Opati Oq'at'o Oq'i Oq'o Oqachi Oraq'u Osa Oshe Oshi Ot'e Ota Otaqa Pachu Pafak'u Pafalu Pafat'u Paha Pak'aki Pak'ane Pakafa Pakat'i Pakhara Pako Palaho Pama Pamafa Pamaka Pamo Pano Papala Papashi Papato Pape Papo Papu Paq'ahu Paq'ak'u Paq'o Paqa Paqak'u Paqo Parafi Paraqe Paraqo Pashaka Pashatu Pat'ato Pat'e Patake Patama Pati Q'ache Q'afa Q'afapi Q'afapu Q'aho Q'ak'afi Q'ak'u Q'akasa Q'akhaha Q'akhe Q'aki Q'aku Q'alapa Q'ale Q'alo Q'amak'e Q'anu Q'apata Q'apu Q'aq'a Q'aq'aru Q'aq'asha Q'aq'ate Q'aq'e Q'aqu Q'ari Q'ashi Q'at'a Q'at'aki Q'at'aqe Q'ata Q'atakhe Q'atasa Q'ati Q'atu Qachi Qafa Qafaki Qafi Qafo Qahak'a Qahami Qak'akhe Qak'ami Qak'e Qake Qakhe Qakhi Qamanu Qamu Qanaka Qanako Qapu Qaq'ahi Qaq'aru Qaq'e Qaq'o Qaqaro Qara Qarape Qashami Qashi Qaso Qat'ak'i Qat'aka Qat'alo Qato Rachaka Rachaki Rachatu Rafaso Rafat'o Rafe Rafu Raha Rahaho Rahasi Rak'a Rak'asu Raka Rakaku Rakane Rakhaqe Rakhasa Rako Ralak'e Ralama Ranake Ranaru Rapape Raq'i Raqa Raqana Raqaq'e Raqaso Raqe Raqi Rara Rarako Rare Raro Rasacho Rase Rashale Rashu Rat'ati Rataq'e Rataqu Rataro Ratasho Ratata Sacho Safafu Safakha Sahaqe Sahat'i Sahi Sakha Sakhe Sakhi Sako Salat'o Sana Sanama Sanat'u Sanati Sane Sanu Sapa Sapasu Saq'a Saq'aq'o Saqasi Saqato Sara Sasafo Sasha Sashaq'o Sashase Sashu Sat'a Sat'o Sat'u Sata Satacha Satafi Satalo Satasi Satu Shachakhe Shafake Shahashe Shak'ak'i Shak'ale Shakachi Shakakhe Shakaku Shakama Shakhami Shalafe Shali Shalu Shamat'o Shana Shapat'o Shaq'i Shaq'u Shaqaq'e Sharaq'o Sharat'u Shari Sharo Sharu Shasa Shasakha Shasha Shashakho Shashano Shashe Shashu Shasi Shat'a Shat'ata Shat'i Shataqa Shatasha Shatashu Shati Shato T'afa T'afasu T'afat'u T'afata T'afu T'ahu T'ak'afe T'ak'ane T'akari T'akat'o T'akhashi T'aki T'ala T'ami T'anak'i T'anakho T'anapu T'apa T'aq'apo T'aqamo T'aqapi T'aqu T'arapi T'are T'aro T'asak'o T'ase T'ashu T'at'a T'at'e T'ata T'atako Tachali Tacho Tafe Tahi Tak'afa Tak'e Tak'i Tak'o Taka Takana Takha Takhali Takhami Takhaso Takhato Takhe Tako Talakhi Talasha Talat'e Tamachi Tame Tamu Tanato Tape Tapu Taq'aso Taqahi Taqake Taqalu Taqat'e Taqu Tara Taracha Tarakha Tarashi Taro Taru Tasa Tasachi Tashafi Tasu Tat'a Tat'at'o Tat'o Tata Tatachi Tato Uchi Uchu Ufa Ufaho Ufaqo Ufu Uhahu Uk'a Uk'amu Uk'apu Uk'asa Ukali Ukapu Ukha Ukhapo Ukhashe Ukhe Ukho Uki Uko Ulache Ulame Umafu Umi Unakhi Unala Unasi Uni Upasha Uq'acho Uq'ali Uq'i Uqasho Urak'o Urali Urasi Ure Uro Usache Usaq'o Usu Ut'ase Utaka Utaqu Ute Uti

[dreadsuitsamus]

Family | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

author's note: i love family man kakashi and i'm not sorry!! papashi has me in a chokehold, and i love, love, love writing these domestic au's that aren't entirely romance centered. this can be read as a standalone but serves as a follow-up to blessings

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: light angst, modern au, naruto and sasuke are adopted

"Incoming." Kakashi says lazily from his spot on the couch, watching out of the window as the school bus drops the kids off right in front of the house.

You smile to yourself in the kitchen, already having plated the sliced apples with a spoonful of peanut butter, plus some quartered string cheese sticks onto paper plates. Your boys are always hungry coming home from school, and lord forbid if you were running just a bit late.

The front door bursts open and your two second-grade sons, Naruto and Sasuke, rush inside. Naruto immediately jumps onto his father, his laughter bright when he starts to receive tickles from Kakashi's nimble fingers.

"Pa!" He shrieks, wiggling around and fruitlessly attempting to get away.

"Whaaaaat?" Kakashi snickers, still tickling his blond boy. "I thought you wanted to say hi to your Pa? This is hello!"

While Kakashi and Naruto play on the couch, Sasuke sulks into the kitchen. He's quiet as he sits at the table and pushes his plate aside to set his homework down, putting down two worksheets and his pencil pouch; his face is unreadable as he starts reading the instructions. He's a very diligent student already, which doesn't really surprise you much, so you smile and set down a pouch of fruit juice.

"Good afternoon, honey." You press a sweet smooch to his forehead. "How was school today?"

"S'okay." He mutters.

"Mm, alright." You give him another kiss and head back to the sink of dishes you'd put together to wash before your sons came home. Sasuke was always more reserved than Naruto, yet the feeling that something's wrong creeps up your back. You can't figure a way to explain it that makes sense— but you know your boy better than anyone else, even his father. Something is eating at him.

"Naruto, darling, come eat your snack and start your homework please!" You call out, and his speedy footsteps start rushing to the kitchen. Before sitting down, Naruto slings his backpack under the table and rushes to you, hugging the back of your legs.

"Thanks, Momma!"

Goodness you can't help the swell of your heart every time he calls you that. "You're very welcome, sweetheart. Go on now, before your juice gets warm."

Naruto runs to the table and immediately starts working on his snack, whereas Sasuke is diligently practicing his handwriting worksheet, snack forgotten. For his age he has incredible handwriting, unlike his brother's absolute chicken scratch. Hell, you think he just might have you beat too.

"Where's my snack?" Kakashi hums while walking into the kitchen, placing his hands on your hips and kissing just behind your ear. You chuckle softly and continue scrubbing a plate while your husband works his nimble fingers where your thighs and hips meet, ghosting his lips along the back of your neck.

"Hmmm, something tells me it's not in the kitchen."

"On the contrary, yes it is." He nips your neck sharply, smooching the same spot with a small, apologetic kiss.

"You want my apple, Pa?" Naruto asks, suddenly at your side, holding up an apple.

"Sure do, kiddo." Kakashi picks up Naruto, kissing his cheek before opening his mouth up for Naruto to place the apple into his mouth. He returns Naruto to the table and fishes his homework from his bag, setting it out in front of him as he finishes the bite. "I also want you to get these worksheets done."

Naruto pouts, but Kakashi pulls a chair to sit beside him. "Come on, they'll be quick and easy, and then you'll get to go play before dinner."

"Okay, Pa!" Naruto gets a pencil from his orange pencil pouch, and from there he and his father tackle the handwriting worksheet.

You finish the dishes and wipe off the counters, listening as Kakashi and Naruto work on the little one's homework. Your heart is always full in these moments, the ones where Kakashi can quickly transfer between husband and father with ease and be the man he's needed to be at any given time. He's the perfect man for this family.

Sasuke is just finishing his work up, neatly placing the worksheets into his folder and packing it back into his bookbag for safekeeping. You smile at your son when his eyes meet yours. "You didn't eat your snack, honeybunch."

"Not hungry." He sulks away and starts heading upstairs.

You frown and look back at your husband, whose eyes are met with yours. He nods in the direction of the stairs, his silver hair falling in front of his face. You sigh and begin heading upstairs to talk to Sasuke, Kakashi and Naruto's voices fading with each step upwards.

"Pa, you need a haircut!"

"You think so?"

"Uh-huh."

"Hmm, maybe you're right."

With a careful sigh as you walk to Naruto and Sasuke's room, your eyes sparkle in amusement at the various signs they made for their bedroom door, including one appropriately titled NO GIRLS (XCEPT MOMMA) with a drawing of a girl that looks suspiciously like Sakura crossed out.

You knock gently. "Sasuke, can I come in?"

"... Okay."

You open the door up and step in, noting the mess you didn't get to clean up today. Dinosaur toys litter the floor and their clothes are, frustratingly, everywhere but the hamper. You'll get to it tomorrow, you decide, and sit down on the edge of Sasuke's bed, where he's curled up with his Nintendo in his little hands.

"Talk to me, baby." You say softly. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." He shifts uncomfortably, eyes on the screen of his handheld.

"Mm, I know you better than to believe that, Sasuke. I can help you make it better if you tell me what's up, y'know."

His jaw tightens and his eyes darken. You've seen him angry before, typically at his slightly younger brother, but this is different than minor irritation. "I'm fine, Momma."

"Alright." You hold your hands up. "I'll let you play your game." Perhaps Kakashi will have better luck; Sasuke's always adored his Pa and their bond is stronger, just as your bond with Naruto is.

You stand and head for the door, glancing at the picture of your brother hanging on the wall beside Naruto's bed. Your fingers are gentle against the glass for just a brief moment as you look at the photo, touching it like how you long to just hug your brother one last time. The pain of how fast everything happened still echoes in your heart, even after seven years.

I miss you, Minato. I hope you're proud of me.

You shut the door behind you, unaware that Sasuke had watched your interaction with the photo. He sees it every time you do it. He and Naruto are aware they were adopted; you and Kakashi had sat the boys down a handful of months ago and told them the truth after Naruto asked why the man in the photo looked like him. Believing they deserved to know their own origins and wanting to teach them about their parents, you and Kakashi told them everything. That man was Naruto's biological dad that died when Naruto was born, along with his mother, Kushina. It rocked Sasuke to his core to learn that technically, you and Kakashi weren't really his parents. But you both had loved him and raised him all the same, and as far as he was concerned you really were his mother and father.

But the more he looks at Naruto and the picture of that man on the wall, the harder it becomes to not be jealous of his brother. That man on the wall was his dad, and you were that man's sister. He came from a completely different family and was only connected by a piece of paper because you felt sorry for him. He was placed into your life abruptly; you didn't choose him!

His real mother is dead, his real brother is gone, and his real father is in prison for the rest of his life. More and more he feels like he doesn't belong, even though he wants nothing more than to be here. He wants to continue being loved like he had been, and wishes every day that he didn't know the truth.

What were his parents like? His brother? Would he have been potentially even happier than he is now? Or would it be worse? He doesn't have an older brother, since Naruto is technically younger than him. Would Itachi have loved him? He hears Gaara talk all the time about his older siblings and how they play pranks on him sometimes, or how they can be mean to him. Was that the kind of brother he would've had, versus the energetic, annoying yet kind and loving brother he has now?

Would his real mom and dad love him as much as you and Pa do? He can't imagine what it would be like to not have you in his life. What if something happens and you send him away? Or what if his real father gets out of prison and he has to go live with a complete stranger?! He doesn't want to be alone.

Sasuke sniffles and turns off his Switch, curling into a ball and crying into his arms.

"No luck?" Kakashi murmurs in your ear once Naruto has finished his homework and gone outside to play with Gaara and Rock Lee.

"No." You shake your head, worrying your lower lip with your teeth as you rummage through the cabinets for some olive oil. "He doesn't want to talk with me about it. He doesn't even admit that there's something bothering him in the first place."

Kakashi's strong arms slip around your waist, halting your anxious rummaging and easing your nerves with a strong squeeze. "I'll give it a shot."

"I just want to know what he's so upset about." You whimper, sniffling as you brush away a tear threatening to slip from the corner of your eye.

"I know, baby. Just relax— what're you searching for?"

"Olive oil, I'm making yellow rice tonight." You murmur.

He turns his head and glances at the shopping list on the refrigerator, olive oil being the very first thing listed. Sasuke's heavy on your mind if you've already forgotten what you wrote down mere hours ago— and he'll be damned if he allows something to threaten his wife's happiness for long.

"I'll go pick some up."

"Thank you." Another sniffle is followed by two fresh tears falling down your cheeks, and Kakashi kisses them away before delicately pressing his lips into yours.

"I'll be right back." He promises, and as he scoops his wallet and keys into the pocket of his leather jacket, he takes one glance at the staircase before jogging up and heading towards Naruto and Sasuke's bedroom.

"Knock, knock." Kakashi says as he opens up the door; he's a little less afraid to invade the boy's privacy than you. "Sasuke, you're coming to the store with me."

"I don't wanna." Sasuke murmurs into his pillow, the fabric of the pillowcase thoroughly soaked in the midst of his post-cry, thousand-yard stare. He's facing the wall and away from his father, but the sound of Sasuke's congested voice is telling enough.

"It wasn't a request, Sasuke." Kakashi's tone is firm but gentle, and Sasuke knows better than to go against his father when he uses that voice. So he pushes himself up and slips on his favorite Crocs, head lowered as he follows Kakashi down the staircase. Kakashi turns his head in the direction of the kitchen, calling out to you. "I'm taking Sasuke with me, baby!"

"Be careful, I love you both!"

"I love you!" Kakashi yells back before heading out the front door with the boy, allowing him to sit in the front seat.

"Why were you crying?" Kakashi hums softly as they wade into traffic, stopping at the red light.

"I-I wasn't-"

"Sasuke, I've known you for your entire life. I know when you're upset, when you've cried— I even know when you need to poop."

"Pa!" Sasuke whines, chunky cheeks reddening.

"And so does Momma. Who, by the way, is worried sick about you."

Sasuke drops his head. He didn't mean to worry you; he just didn't want anything to happen if he opened Pandora's box. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, honey." Kakashi sighs softly, pressing his foot to the gas when the light turns green. "But I would like to know what's been making you so upset lately. You're not acting like my little boy. More and more you just seem so sad."

Sasuke sniffles as the tears rise back up again. "I am sad, Pa."

Kakashi turns into the parking lot of the grocery store, quickly finding an open spot and settling the car into it. "Why, baby? What happened?"

Sasuke's little hands cover his face and a broken sob leaves his lips, and in an instant Kakashi is out of the car and opening Sasuke's door, pulling him in for one of his strong, reassuring hugs. "Shhh, baby, it's okay…" He coos softly into his son's dark hair, rubbing large, warm circles against his back.

"I-I…" Another sob cuts him off and Kakashi feels the tears soaking his neck. What on earth has Sasuke so worked up?? It's entirely unlike him to be this way; neither of the boys ever had a penchant for crying, though if Kakashi had to pick a crier of the two, it would be Naruto.

"Take a deep breath, Sasuke." Kakashi murmurs, continuing to rub the little one's back. "Big, relaxing breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth." He coaches gently, pressing a soft kiss to Sasuke's raven hair.

"I don't wanna go away!" Sasuke's cry is muffled into Kakashi's chest, and the doting father blinks.

"Sasuke-" Kakashi pulls back enough to see his son's red, tear-stained face. "Why do you think that would happen??"

"B-Because I'm not s'posed to be here! I-I'm from a different fam'ly!"

Kakashi's poor heart shatters at the idea that's been running through his boy's head, and he gathers up Sasuke in a tight, warm hug, nearly crushing the boy to his chest. "Sasuke." He chides softly. "You're here with us because that's where the universe decided you needed to be; and while you may have been born under a different name, you are my son."

"B-But what about Naruto?" He asks, sounding so small and frightened and god Kakashi has never been happier that Sasuke confides in him rather than you, because if you were to hear this from Sasuke directly, you'd surely create a new Nile river from your tears alone.

"What about Naruto?" Kakashi hums. "He's with this family for the same reason you are; you needed us. And we needed you guys just as much. I'd dare say me and Momma needed you more than ever." You two have certainly grown closer and developed an even stronger marriage as a result of the sudden parenthood.

"But he's Momma's nephew." Sasuke whimpers, and that's when it truly clicks for Kakashi.

"Sasuke, honey… Did you know that your Momma was adopted too?"

And judging by the blink and the physical recoil as Sasuke finally looks into his father's eyes, Kakashi deduces that he did not.

"She- She was?"

Kakashi can't help but laugh; to him you're so obviously not biologically related to Naruto, but he supposes children wouldn't think twice about it. And they shouldn't, he reasons. You all are as much of a family as any other; he loves his babies, and they are his. "I speak nothing but the truth, kiddo."

"Oh…" Sasuke wipes at his wet eyes, Kakashi supplying him with a napkin from his glove compartment.

"I don't know what's gone through that mind of yours, but listen to me now, Sasuke. You make this family whole. If any one of us were to go away, it would be incomplete. You and your brother are mine and Momma's greatest blessings; do you understand? We love you, Sasuke. We have since the very day you were put into our care, and that's why we adopted you."

"Not just 'cause you had to?" Sasuke murmurs as Kakashi takes over the napkin operation, wiping away Sasuke's tears and snotty nose.

"Of course not; if we didn't want to raise you, we would have sent you to foster care. And that was absolutely not going to happen."

"Okay." Sasuke sniffles again, but his heart fills with hope at his father's promises— Pa doesn't tell lies, after all, so he trusts the claims.

"C'mon now, we gotta get Momma some olive oil." Kakashi stands and tosses the napkin into a nearby trash can, chuckling softly when Sasuke slips his little hand in his father's much larger one.

They retrieve the oil quickly, and at the checkout Kakashi picks up a candy bar with a sly wink to Sasuke. "Don't tell your mother we had candy before dinner. And absolutely do not tell Naruto." Kakashi could never dream of sneaking in some candy before dinner with his other boy, as much as he loves him. He's just too damn talkative!

Sasuke smiles, tears and worries already long forgotten by the time they finish their chocolate bar and head home. Sasuke rushes in for a big hug, and while it briefly shocks you (Sasuke never does this; it's certainly one of Naruto's signature moves) you manage to get it together and hug your little man. "Hey baby. Thank you for going with Pa to get Momma some olive oil."

"You're welcome, Momma."

"I'll go get Naruto." Kakashi hums, leaving you and Sasuke to cook the rice together and set the table after giving you a kiss and a hidden smirk, and you smile to yourself— Kakashi's taken care of everything.

Kakashi returns after a few minutes with Naruto on his back, and loudly your son begins explaining how he and his friends were playing ninja, and that he was so clearly the best one. Sasuke frowns and interjects— clearly he would be the better shinobi, and you laugh to yourself as they begin to argue.

Kakashi follows you to the kitchen, holding you from behind as you get the rice going. "He's all better now."

"I can tell." You coo and turn your head to recieve a kiss from your husband. "My magic man…"

The corner of your husband's lip quirks up, and he gives you a lingering kiss, gently swaying with you until you've got the rice set and turning you to face him for a slow dance in the middle of the kitchen. You hum a soft tune and follow his lead, the sound of the boy's arguing over what wins between wind and fire tuning out when Kakashi's soft, pink lips are back on yours once again.

"I love you." You murmur against his lips.

"I love you more." Kakashi presses his chin on the top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer and slipping his eyes shut. "Without you, I don't have this family."

"We're all equally important in that regard." You kiss above his heart. "We made this together."

Kakashi smirks and catches Sasuke's eye once he realizes they boys have stopped arguing, giving him a subtle wink and feeling his heart grow impossibly fonder of his family when Sasuke grins at him. He could never, would never find a better life for him than the one he's got now.

[skykashi]

Someone help this poor man, he's suffering 😂😂

Leave it to Naruto to make someone who's always unbothered, cool, calm and collected like Kakashi to go "GRRR" lol.

[teanstitches]

I’m having fun with all of these Papashi and little Naruto drawings. I’ve never drawn kids before so this is a good challenge.

[sweatymakernight]

Kakashi fanart♥

do you notice something in this fanart... check out the kunai he is holding

[dailyirukapics]

Look at that adorable blush. Proud Daddy right there.