#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAKASHI!!!

[kawkawsrii]

ITS FINALLY 09/15 WHERE I AM!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAKASHI!!! 😭🫶💕💕💕💕💕

This is also my first entry for @kakashiweek 2024 (09/15: birthday)!

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakashi wakes up to a loud banging on his door late in the morning* Kakashi, groaning: Oh lord ... what now? I stayed up all night reading Icha Icha ... Kakashi: *stumbles to the door and opens it; is surprised to see Sasuke and Sakura standing there* Kakashi: K-kids? This is a surprise ... I didn't schedule training for us today, did I? Sakura: Nope! But we wanted to come over early and wish you a Happy Birthday, sensei! *leaps at him and hugs him, kissing his cheek* Kakashi: Birthday? It's not -- Sasuke, gruffly: It figures an old man like you can't remember dates. But yes, today is September 15th, definitely your birthday. Kakashi: Awww, my cute little students! Where's my hug, Sasuke? Sasuke: *pulls a kunai out of his pocket* Right here. Sakura: We also brought you a gift -- Sasuke: *goes into the hallway and steps back in with a squirming, tied-up Obito* Sasuke: Since my asshole cousin is too shy to ask you out, we're doing it for him. He'd like to take you to get some barbecue for lunch, then for a walk around the lake. Right, Obito? Obito: *blushes and nods, muttering something through the gag in his mouth* Kakashi, grinning: Can you leave him like that? He's much more agreeable this way. He-- *there's a sudden commotion in the hallway as Naruto and Rock Lee walk up, carrying a bound-up Gai between them* Naruto: Oi, Sensei -- Happy Birthday, old geezer! Me and Lee thought that for a present we could get Bushier-Brows Sensei to take ya to Ichiraku's, with us invited along of course, and then we -- Naruto: *sees Sasuke and Sakura already there with Obito* Sasuke: You're too late, Usuratonkachi. MY cousin is taking him for barbecue! Naruto: Goddamn it ... Rock Lee: No, this is good. We can have eating contests at each place! And whoever's "team" eats the most, that's who Kakashi-sensei has to permanently date! Sakura: Tell Gai-sensei to pack his bags, then; me and Sasuke-kun will out-eat you and Naruto for sure! Rock Lee, tears streaming down his face: This is the power of youth! A hot-blooded competition to decide our Senseis' love lives! Lets go! *the kids leave, taking Obito and Gai with them* Kakashi: Kakashi: I can't decide if this is the best, or worst, day of my life.

@kakashiweek

[yowyowyaoi]

*Kakashi trying to sleep in bed*

Gai, “whispering” in the kitchen: Good job, Lee! You can never add too much pepper to eggs!

Sakura: Yes you can! That’s way too much; Kakashi-Sensei doesn’t even like spicy food!

Naruto: Oi; is there supposed to be so much smoke coming from the oven —?

Gai: Ah! My blueberry muffins! *pulls them out to a billowing cloud of smoke* Damn … where did I go wrong?

Neji: For starters you had the oven up to 500 degrees, when it was only supposed to be 350.

Ten-Ten: No; he went wrong when he decided to make Kakashi-Sensei breakfast in bed for his birthday instead of just taking him to a nice restaurant!

Gai: Kids, come on. I know you’re young but when you’re older you’ll appreciate the thoughtfulness of romantic gestures such as these!

Lee: I’m sure Kakashi-Sensei will appreciate the youthfulness of your actions, Gai-Sensei! And everything isn’t a loss; the bacon looks delicious! Great job, Sasuke!

Sakura: Sasuke-kun … are your eyes bleeding?

Sasuke, sharingan activated, super focused: You want this bacon to be perfect or not?!

Sai: Shouldn’t they be doing something else? My book says romantic couples engage in all kinds of things on one person’s birthday, like hugging and kissing, and se —

Naruto: Are you kidding, Sai?! Kakashi-Sensei is an old man, he doesn’t have the energy for all that, dattebayo!

Sakura: Right; he exhausts his chakra just standing up in the morning! There’s no way he can handle … that.

Kakashi, trying to decide whether he should “wake up” or sneak out the window:

[hatakefamily]

"Happy birthday bakashi! I got you a bottle of sake, I wasn't sure what else to get you this year."

Kakashi stared at his friend. “Sake?” He asked, certain he had misheard obito. “Wouldn’t that be better for- ah, well…”

If this is what Obito had thought of it was good enough. At least his friend was here to celebrate with him this year.

“Shall we open it together?”

[sloaners]

a critical development: cancel the rest of today’s appointments

[happy birthday kakashi 🎂]

[jvnart]

Happy birthday captain yamato taicho tenzo tenzou tenzō kinoe naruto shippuden I tried to learn how to draw you today 🎉🌲🐱

[tamelee]

Happy bday Kakashi~ 🎉

Process:

[p-papiru]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 26.05.20204

[monst]

Commission 

Kakashi x Jonin! Reader 

Summary: Takes place after Shippuden during Kakashi’s term as Hokage. He asked you to house-sit for a few days. You're more than happy to help but you do end up snooping around. And to your delight, you find an unpublished book.  

Extra: Happy birthday Kakashi! Ahem… Sorry so.. F. Reader, Jonin reader, Reader is described as shorter than Kakashi. Nothing too salacious, very suggestive, but nothing really explicit. But just in case 18+ content (MDI)

Wc- 2.2k

    You were rifling through Kakashi’s things when you first saw it. The book was a blush pink, with beautiful Kanji decorating the front in elegant swirls. When you looked it over to see the author you almost dropped it. Jiraiya!? You could have sworn you’ve read all of his work. Despite what people had said he was a surprisingly good author, his penmanship getting you through despreate lonely nights. Why hadn’t you seen this on shelves? Why was the cover starkly different from his other works? You were absolutely going to find out. 

   With the Hokage in Takigakure for a couple of days, you figured he wouldn’t miss the book. You placed the novel in one of the various pockets of your vest. It was an unorthodox use of the body flicker but it served you in finishing the tasks he’d ask of you. Plants were watered, trash was incinerated and his letters tidied. Anticipation burned underneath your skin. So much that you waved Genma off when you saw him on your way home through the market. Eager to get to your apartment and leaf through your find. 

    Once out of your uniform you plopped onto your couch and turned the cover. You were a page in when you met the main character—the son of a distinguished samurai family. “Is this a self-insert” You mumbled, turning the page as the boy’s snowy locks were described, his eyes the shade of charcoal. The first two chapters were brief, mostly about the young boy's formative years when he trained and studied rigorously. His only reprieve was when he could steal away to play with the hounds. 

    In the second chapter, he meets someone who the book only refers to as the seamstress’s daughter. A young girl his age, with a missing tooth, her small fingers covered in bandages. She didn’t know how to wield a tanto, didn’t know how to play shoji, and she didn’t know why her mother was so concerned when she bumped into the young lord. A clueless girl is what the samurai in training called her and he spent the entire summer trying to teach her what he knew. Whenever she wasn’t sewing buttons, she watched him train or squealed alongside him as they played with the pups. 

     Their summer came to a close in the third chapter, after a training session landed her in the river, a weeping gash on her leg that left her in hysterics. They weren’t allowed to play together for the remainder of her stay. But the young lord would always sneak away to find her. Days before her departure he rushed into the workroom, her threaded needle dropped to the ground, and a gap tooth smile beamed at him as he showed her his new puppy. “Is that Pakkun?” You mumbled as the small pug was described. But soon he waved off his friend, clutching a lock of her hair. 

      You jumped at the knock on your window. Your heartbeat settled when you noticed that it was Kurenai and her little girl. You had a bad habit of dropping your guard in Konoha, especially in your home. 

       “Did you forget?” She asked once you opened. 

       “Yeah, sorry” She looked down at your hand and you pulled up the book sheepishly. “Got distracted.” She rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she handed Mirai over. 

       “Well don’t get too distracted, she already ate but if she gets fussy there’s a food pouch in here. I’ll be back as soon as I can. It’s just an escort to Shukuba.” She hands you over a bag and wraps her arms around your shoulders in a hug, careful of Mirai. “Thanks again for watching her.”

    “Don’t even worry about it.” You smiled, bouncing the baby in your arms. “Take care!” You’re then left with the little Sarutobi, her tiny fingers hooked into the fabric of your shirt, as she blinks up at you, babbling incoherently “Eeeee you're so cute!”

    Your reading is put on hold as you watch the little one. And as the hours tick by you grow a bit impatient. You don’t know when Kakashi is due to come back, he said a couple of days, and you're heading into the fourth tomorrow. Will he notice his missing book if he comes back early? What if you don’t finish it in time? Maybe you could make a substitute? But if he picks it up? This time you sense Kurenai before she arrives, Mirai hadn't fallen asleep in the time it took for her to come back and you weren’t comfortable with taking your eyes off her while she was in your care. 

      “How was it?” You ask. 

      “Uneventful. Hello, my love.” Mirai laughs when you hand her over and after a bit of chatter and ‘thank yous’ they leave. You lean against the door after, wondering what it’d be like to be fully responsible for a child. You don’t think you want to be a mother but if…

     “And that’s enough of that!” You cut your thoughts off, not imagining a life where you are your Hokage’s wife. Nope! You're not thinking of him!  “Ugghh! So what?! Who doesn’t think Kakashi is hot.” You mutter, grabbing the pink book from your desk. ‘It’s not like I want him or anything!’ You head into the bathroom and prick your finger, summoning the smallest speaking snake of your summons kin. “Should have done this earlier. Can you read this for me?”

     “You know that’s not what we’re for.” He sighs.

     “I’ll give you Takoyaki.”

     That’s all you had to say. Your summon clears his throat as you peel off your clothes to shower. In the following chapter, after the girl’s departure, he fulfilled his duty by becoming a Samurai. He meets new people and fights great battles with her hair keeping him company throughout his travels. It's during an escort that he finds himself in her hometown. And while his comrades celebrate with drinks he slinks off to find his old friend. He finds her at the shop he remembers her telling him about. 

     She’s older he notes. “Obviously” You interrupt, lathering your hair with shampoo. Your summon frowns at you and you allow him to continue. The samurai is taken by her full smile, his heart racing when her arms bring him close. They reminisce about their childhood, trading stories he’s almost forgotten. He’s laughing, a bit embarrassed when she reminds him of when he jumped into a thorn bush to avoid being it. He had to meet the new Daimyo with torn trousers. 

     Their time together was short as it always seemed to be. He promised to return the next day. But when he does he does not find her. Asking around he’s horrified to hear the news. He finds himself in the pleasure district a couple of towns over. The samurai is more than upset when he sees her painted face, climbing up the window to ask why she hadn’t told him of her financial troubles. His clueless friend. His secret love had just been sold to a brothel to pay off her father debt. His gambling addiction had almost cost them their store. She reassured him informing him that her contract was only for two years. 

      He wasn’t pleased. If he’d have known she could have avoided this. He could have paid it off. He wouldn’t have asked for anything in return. Except perhaps a kiss. 

      “Oh, now I get it.” You stepped out of the shower, strands still wet as your summon held the book open. “He commissioned it. That’s exactly the type of cheesy trope he’d like.” Still in your towel, you made good on your promise and heated some left-over Takoyaki. “They’re so much better fresh.”

        After the snack your summon left you and you settled into your bed to keep reading. The Samurai expressed his feelings letting his friend know the extent of his care. He would buy her contract, but she would not allow it, she would not burden her dear friend. She couldn’t fathom him spending so much for so little. And, he couldn’t understand why she was being so stubborn. He tells her she can pay him back if it’s too troublesome. ‘You don’t mean’ she stutters. You grin knowing where this is going. 

      “Leave it to Jiraiya to find a way to get them to-” The next paragraph steals your attention, that is the exact color of your lips, skimming over the dialogue, your prediction comes true but you're not focused on that. You’re focused on the descriptions. And when the courtesan's clothes come off your jaw drops. It was like ‘staring’ into a mirror. She has your exact proportions, the Samurai ‘Kakashi’ your mind supplies, kisses down the expanse of her torso, down every dip and curve. And every scar, freckle, and blemish matches. 

      You should’ve known since the beginning of the story. And your face burns when you keep reading, your teeth catching your bottom lip as you read about Kakashi ravishing you. You don’t hear your window open. 

      “Ma~ That doesn’t belong to you.” You shriek, chucking the book at him before getting into a defensive stance. Kakashi’s dark eyes curve in amusement when he catches it.  

       “Shit! Kakashi what the fuck!” The wind from the open window picks up the fabric of his white robes. “Fuck! I mean lord Hokage! Um, W-what brings you here?” 

        He doesn’t answer, instead, he leafs through the half-read novel. “How far did you get?” You try to collect yourself, your fingers dig into the material of your towel as you grip it shut. Eyes flickering across your room as your brain tries to come up with something. 

        “Um… K- T-the Samurai just got to Shukuba town.” You stutter. 

        “Hm. It’s not called Shukuba in the book.” 

        “Did I say that? I misspoke.” Your voice is strained, and the tips of your ears are on fire. 

        “Did you?” He asked, stepping toward you. You can’t seem to focus on his face, your eyes dancing across his striking form. He’s closer now, so much so that you can feel the heat coming off his body. ‘Was he always this tall? And when the hell did he pull down his mask!?' ’ His fingers are cool against your cheek. And his deep voice saying your name snaps you from your trance. “I asked you something.”

        “What?” You’re breathless, and you look up at him clearly flustered. “Oh, No? I mean yes? What did you ask?” You feel his breath ghost across your lips when he laughs. His thumb comes under your chin when you try to look away. The vertical scar dragging down his left eye takes your focus and you steady yourself. You breathe out allowing Kakashi to take you in. You don’t know why you never noticed him looking at you like that. “We never um… That never happened when you came to see me in Shukuba town.” 

       “No. No, It didn’t but I wanted it to.” He replies. “The disguise suited you. This suits you too.” 

       “What this towel?” You snort. 

       “I wasn’t talking about the towel.” Your brows furrow in question. “This expression.” You don’t get to reply, your words dying in your throat when his lips press to your forehead. You’re sure he could feel your temperature spike, and you gasp when his thigh slots in between your legs. “Suits you.” 

       “Ka-Kakashi?”

       “Hm?” You can’t seem to concentrate under his intense stare. 

       “So… You’ve liked me this whole time?” Your voice wavers.

        “This whole time.” He parrots, his cheeks dusted pink. “Sorry?” You can feel that he’s about to step back and your arms loop around his neck to keep him close. 

        “Don’t apologize. I like you too.” Your grin is a bit shy and your heart is racing when his nose bumps against yours. Your mind is reeling, you can’t believe this is real but your thoughts are swiftly silenced when his lips press against yours. He’s barely pulled away when your brining him back, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your gasping into his mouth when his tongue licks into your mouth. His fingers are at the back of your head pressing you closer, his other hand trailing down your side. His fingers squeeze your soft flesh, swallowing your soft moans. 

       You tug at the zipper on his vest, and he pulls back his face flushed, pupils dilated. He lets you zip down the zipper, his hands on the fold of your towel. “Can I?” You nod allowing him to pull the fabric, letting it slide down your body onto the floor. He’s on you in seconds, your back making contact with the sheets of your bed. You're helping him pull off his clothes between kisses and you can’t help but ask. “Can.. Can I finish the book later?” 

      “Why?” He hums against your jaw. 

      “Mmm What do you mean why?” You sigh, when his calloused palms massage your breasts. “I wanna know how it ends” You finish your sentence against his lips, His soft chuckle causes them to brush against his. 

       “It ends like this.” he smiles, and his fingers send shivers down your spine when he trails them down your sides. His bare skin sliding across yours almost makes you forget to ask. 

       “Like wha-” 

        His next kiss is sweet, unhurried, and devout. And he pulls back to gaze into your eyes. “You’re so clueless sometimes.” His eyes are two small crescents “It ends with me and you.” He presses another fiery kiss to your lips with a sigh. “Together.” 

[firepokemaster]

happy birthday Kakashi I love you

[ladykissingfish]

Obito: *walks behind Kakashi and drops a kiss on his cheek* How are you liking your meal, birthday boy? Kakashi: Obi, have I ever told you that I love it when you cook me dinner?

Obito, blushing: No, but —

Kakashi: Then why do you keep doing it? Babe … *holds up his plate* I have your other sharingan and I can’t even begin to decipher what this is supposed to be …

Obito: It’s tuna casserole, you asshole!

Kakashi: Are these hard things pipe cleaner pieces or —

Obito: Noodles. And look, I even went to the trouble of putting in a lot of color for you!

Kakashi: Okay but … marshmallows? With tuna and mayonnaise??

Obito: It’s not mayonnaise, it’s cream. Well, actually, it’s milk that was about to go bad, but, same thing. Now come on, I worked hard on this so eat up!

Kakashi: But —

Naruto, on his second plate: C’mon big bro! Obito-nisaan is a great cook, dattebayo! This almost tastes better than ramen!

Kakashi, to himself: Okay, if I just get through this one plate then —

Obito: By the way, save room for dessert! We’ve made you a really big birthday cake!

Kakashi: Oh? That sounds —

*smoke alarm goes off*

Naruto: Sounds like it’s ready! Oi, Obito-nii; why is there wax dripping from the oven?

Obito: Hm; maybe we should have waited to put the candles on until after the cake was done …

Kakashi:

[cool-thymus]

Everybody let's wish a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to @maireyart - the kindest person i know, an amazing friend, a hardworking and talented artist with limitless imagination and so much more 🎉🥰✨💐 I draw and paint only because you once said i could 💛 So thank u for that.

[skykashi]

An official manga edit for Kakashi's birthday from the official Naruto page

Happy Birthday Kakashi 🥰❤️

[keepyourpantsongohan]

In honour of Kakashi's birthday, here are his top five most relatable characteristics:

Everything goes downhill after the age of 26

Hyperfixates on one book series for years; extremely embarrassed to have to acknowledge its contents in front of other people

Loves wearing a mask in public; does not wish to be perceived

Profound homoerotic energy in all friendships

Hates being told what to do (eventually becomes the President to circumvent this)